Redi Domum

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Who: The missing visitors and you. Open to everyone.
Where: MAGI Labs
Summary: After being violently removed from the Tower of Animus, everyone is returned 'home'.
Warnings: None

There was a tight clench behind your navel, the sensation of something dragging you through the fabric of time and space itself... it was an unpleasant sensation, almost sickening. Those of Hinoto-Ri had vanished from the tower completely when the clock struck midnight from what had just happened, removed from that reality. It had happened with such abruptness that it was downright disorienting to observe. There was no chance for a hurried goodbye, no chance of even letting out a surprised scream...

Those of Hinoto-Ri were dragged back to their own world with very little grace, and for a dizzying and wild thirty seconds, they suffered from the sensation of thick tentacles grasping and yanking their bodies this way and that through a swirling blur of matter. Where were they going? What had caused this?

After those sickening moments that seemed to last far longer, they were unceremoniously shoved out of the Shining Trapezohedron in a stream of bright lights, and into what looked like a giant room filled with computer screens. At least it didn't appear to be the Mictlan, like when the other group had returned.

Pray that you weren't on the bottom of the pile...

Now there was a quiet hum, as an alarm went off. Lights shone brightly upon you as scientists outside were running scans to determine you weren't harmful from your trip. That left you time to think.

You had finally met him...

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos. He'd taunted some of you, shown you another world you had been sent to save...but in the end, nothing much had changed. Perhaps there was small solace that it was still standing and not completely obliterated as had been his plan. The questioned remained, however...

Where was He now? ...you could figure that out later. There were reunions to be had first.

[OOC - Anyone can start threads.]

Comments

[demifemme]

*Her scream stops just as abruptly as it had started as Shura closes her mouth and holds her breath. It doesn't hide the chest spasms from her contained sobs, however. It doesn't stop tears from welling up in her eyes either.*

[ghost_shield]

*Awk-ward.

He's not sure what happened back there, but whatever it was apparently was so bad it shook even SHURA. He moves towards her, hesitates for a second, and then... he just hugs her. Sometimes, words are pointless.*

[demifemme]

*Shura finally reacts properly and holds him back tightly. Very tightly. It probably hurts a little, even. And she's still mostly holding her breath. But now she knows she's back, at least. She just isn't sure she'll ever feel safe again.*

N-nick...

[ghost_shield]

*Just... a wee... tad... but he endures it for her sake.*

Shh. It's okay. I'm here. I won't let anything else happen to you. You're safe.

[demifemme]

*Shura is trembling like a leaf when she next speaks. She knows you're a medium, but can you protect her against death? She's not so sure of that.*

... Iwannagohome.

[ghost_shield]

*He continues to hold her, although his heart hurts a little.*

I'm sorry. But I'll help you feel as at home as I can.

[demifemme]

*Shura nods, still shaking. She wants to get out of here. She wants to hide before she bursts into tears again, because next time, she might not be able to contain it, and she doesn't wanna be questioned about it. Not now.*

Apartment...

[ghost_shield]

He nods, and looks at the scientists. "Can I get her out of here, please? I think she'd be better off at her place right now."

[demifemme]

"She seems physically fine, but here." One of the scientists gave Nick a soothing green pamphlet. "We have some mental health specialists and a crisis hotline if she needs help coping." And that looks like it'll be more a "when" than an "if".

Wow, I actually swapped over to prose on accident. Oh well, diddums.

[ghost_shield]

"Uh, thanks." He scratches his head a bit. "I'll try to make sure she gets on that."

He begins leading her out for now. "Come on, I've got you. Let's go home, Shura."

Hahaha, oh well.

[demifemme]

Shura slowly uncurls and gets up to follow Nick not unlike a lost puppy. Throughout the whole tram trip back to Pisces, and even on the walk to her apartment, she says nothing, looking lost in thought

It's only when they are in the bedroom of her apartment that she speaks up.

"I saw it."

Re: Hahaha, oh well.

[ghost_shield]

Nick says nothing in return, trusting that she'll talk when she feels like talking. He just... doesn't understand what she means when she finally does. "Saw what?"

[demifemme]

"The face of God." She looks shaken by the very idea.

[ghost_shield]

The face of... well, this is an interesting development.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" he asks.

[demifemme]

Shura hugs herself and shakes her head, but she continues nonetheless.

"I'm shit at feeling auras. But I felt His. It was... pure hate." She curls up tighter on her bed.

[ghost_shield]

Hmm. Nick isn't sure whether what she saw was truly God, or something else. But he can't just discount it, either. "It seems to have shaken you a great deal," he says sympathetically.

[demifemme]

Shura nods and coughs out a sob. "It was hate directed at me. He... tried to grab my soul. It hurt more than anything I've ever felt..." It would probably help if Shura told Nick she was momentarily dead at the time.

[ghost_shield]

"I see... I'm sorry. It sounds like you had quite an ordeal over there." Nick supposes that considering all her talk about fighting against God, something like this would be sort of expected. Apparently even she still has her fears, though. "He didn't get it, though. That's a good thing."

[demifemme]

"He almost did. If I hadn't been revived then... then..." And she just... breaks down into loud, unrestrained sobs, unable to stop herself, reliving the terror just thinking about it.

[ghost_shield]

He moves to hug her again. "Shh. It's okay. It's over. You're alive, you're back. That's all that matters."

Easy for him to say, of course, and he knows it. If what she's describing is a sign of what awaits her in the afterlife, then no amount of reassurance he can provide will be able to help with that. He supposes it just makes her primary objective back home that much more of an imperative.

...although he is wondering what REVIVED her. There's things like that?

[demifemme]

She cries for several minutes in Nick's arms, having finally time to begin coping in a healthier way than back in the Tower where she had just stayed prostrate until she had gotten thrown out.

Eventually, her tears subside and stop as she wipes her eyes and sniffs inelegantly.

"Thanks."

[ghost_shield]

He smiles a bit. "That's what friends are for, right? We gotta be strong for those moments when the other is feeling weak."

[demifemme]

Shura nods, slowly. Technically, her friends in her world tried to kill her, but now is not really the time to argue with Nick. She's too tired. Ever since "that" happened, she hasn't slept a wink. It wasn't the first time she had functioned on no sleep, but she still had to look like Hell. That, and she needed a wash, too.

"I think I'll... clean up and try to get some sleep." Even if it was probably not gonna be restful.

[ghost_shield]

He nods. "All right. Do you want me to stay here tonight, or..." He's not sure how much company she needs right now. Maybe she needs none. Never hurts to offer.

[demifemme]

Shura looks sheepish as she nods. Yes, she'd like to have someone stay with her.