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destinystrings2012-10-14 06:29 pm
misery_hates_company) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-14 06:29 pm
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That Pesky Little Issue of Guilt
Who: Misery. First half is private, second is OPEN.
Where: Misery's apartment in Libra; later, the library in Aquarius
Summary: When your conscience begins to resurface in your dreams, the simplest answer is to simply cut the problem off.
Warnings: Violent flashbacks
[PRIVATE. A Dream...]
"Miserable little creatures, aren't they? Living pointless little lives in pointless little ways, never once caring about anything besides their simple little needs. Useless."
***The creatures approach their front lines
Their massive forms bringing down soldier after soldier
into bloody messes
Such warriors were once called 'berserkers'
But for them, perhaps 'victims' is a better term***
"But see, look how much more useful they are once they eat the red flowers! No more pesky thoughts, no more 'peaceful desires.' Just pure bloodlust. The perfect soldier. Don't think, just destroy."
***The mechanical men came and destroyed
Their only target was the one who controlled
But nobody told them which of the creatures were his
and which were their own
The blood ran through the fields, the ponds, the caverns***
"And this crown lets me use those tools. A truly marvelous gift, don't you think? It's really a shame you never got to use it yourself, but... well, there are worse situations to be in, don't you think?"
***destroy destroy destroy destroy***
"Oh, absolutely Master!"
------
[PUBLIC; THE LIBRARY]
That man had been right about one thing, at least; the creatures weren't worth caring about. They WERE aggravatingly simple, and she'd hated every one of them. Why she was dreaming about them now of all times was a mystery.
No... maybe not so much. Maybe dear "Uncle" wanted to make sure she remembered the cost of that power, made sure she would never get to use it freely. She hadn't even ASKED for that power. Not anymore. And now she was getting dreams, and uncomfortable... feelings.
Bothersome. She won't be able to move into the future if the past keeps nipping at her heels.
She'd have demanded someone else on the comp to give her information, but it'd be tantamount to a confession. So she decided to bite the bullet and go to the library, hoping for texts on some of the demons. Any demons.
Dream demons.
After all, diseases needed cures.
Where: Misery's apartment in Libra; later, the library in Aquarius
Summary: When your conscience begins to resurface in your dreams, the simplest answer is to simply cut the problem off.
Warnings: Violent flashbacks
[PRIVATE. A Dream...]
"Miserable little creatures, aren't they? Living pointless little lives in pointless little ways, never once caring about anything besides their simple little needs. Useless."
***The creatures approach their front lines
Their massive forms bringing down soldier after soldier
into bloody messes
Such warriors were once called 'berserkers'
But for them, perhaps 'victims' is a better term***
"But see, look how much more useful they are once they eat the red flowers! No more pesky thoughts, no more 'peaceful desires.' Just pure bloodlust. The perfect soldier. Don't think, just destroy."
***The mechanical men came and destroyed
Their only target was the one who controlled
But nobody told them which of the creatures were his
and which were their own
The blood ran through the fields, the ponds, the caverns***
"And this crown lets me use those tools. A truly marvelous gift, don't you think? It's really a shame you never got to use it yourself, but... well, there are worse situations to be in, don't you think?"
***destroy destroy destroy destroy***
"Oh, absolutely Master!"
------
[PUBLIC; THE LIBRARY]
That man had been right about one thing, at least; the creatures weren't worth caring about. They WERE aggravatingly simple, and she'd hated every one of them. Why she was dreaming about them now of all times was a mystery.
No... maybe not so much. Maybe dear "Uncle" wanted to make sure she remembered the cost of that power, made sure she would never get to use it freely. She hadn't even ASKED for that power. Not anymore. And now she was getting dreams, and uncomfortable... feelings.
Bothersome. She won't be able to move into the future if the past keeps nipping at her heels.
She'd have demanded someone else on the comp to give her information, but it'd be tantamount to a confession. So she decided to bite the bullet and go to the library, hoping for texts on some of the demons. Any demons.
Dream demons.
After all, diseases needed cures.
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The Mimiga are cuterBut who cares about that sort of thing, really.