[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CC99FF]Dorian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2486-98b4-748f-a003-e6c807ce5a9c.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=CC99FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=CC99FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
[b][color=CC99FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0b09-b33d-760f-b73f-04d02892546a.webp]Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket[/url] [hr][/center]

[color=CC99FF]”It’s an ecto-blast, and yeah…I’ve been workin’ on a move to ‘elp me do more t’an just possess people. I didn’t like t’e way t’ey looked at me afterwards even if it was for t’e tournament it felt…wrong some’ow. So I worked on findin’ a way to use my Astral powers differently, by concentratin’ t’em and blastin’ it out into a sort of beam. Not’in’ too fancy…”[/color] Dorian said a bit meekly as Danni portrayed his powers in such a vulgar way as he always did. He hadn’t expected for Percy to have any personal revelations about the news he was giving out, especially not the fact that he was somehow past Nemo and that Dorian was the weirdly names boyfriend who ended up killing himself. Percy had began to faint, and before Dorian could react, Sabine had washed them over with a memory. He’d already removed his sword as his way of letting her know he was fine with the vision, but hadn’t anticipated Percy fainting like that. When he came back to, Percy was on the ground and Leah had rushed beside him. There was so much information to take in, between the prophecy, the cards, Glimpse, Nemo, everything, and whats more…he was going to kill himself.

Dorian’s mind wracked itself with the whys and hows. Questioning the motives of a future him for answer’s he couldn’t possibly know because the events themselves hadn’t even happened yet. But one thing kept on ringing clear in his mind, one thought that would come back over and over and over again, and as he looked at that Shadow Army Chase had summoned, and he felt that pit of anger and hatred again towards him, he knew this had to be the reason why. Dorian, somewhere down the line, must have failed to be a Hero. Failed to do the one thing he has always set out to do, and in that great failure, whomever he failed to rescue…the karmic scales must’ve been too great to count. A failure so catastrophic that the only achievable answer to fix them was to remove himself from the equation. But when, why, and how he failed was never mentioned, and it was something he now desperately needed to ask Nemo about. He had to know how to fix his future mistakes, how to become the Hero he knows he can be. Dorian fell to his knees next to Percy, a tear dropping down onto his boyfriends cheek. [color=CC99FF]”Sorry Perce…I’ll try to do better, to be better. Startin’ here wit’ savin Poissan-pas.”[/color] 

Dorian wiped his tears, looking over at Vicky as she tried to get more answers and help figure out what they could possibly even do. [color=CC99FF]”It’s not so much a ‘andbook so much as a diary containin’ everyt’in’ ‘e knows on t’em from ‘is time workin’ t’ere. Also…Perce can’t read t’is writin’ I don’t t’ink. It isn’t so much a language to read so much as…a skill? It’s ‘ard to describe ‘ow to do it, but I ain’t even sure you’d be able to unless your purposely made yourself faulty in order to do it. But if you ‘ave a last resort person we could use I’m all ears, after we see if t’ere is no ot’er way for us to get t’ere on our own merit. [sub]and I’m fine…for now I t’ink, but t’anks for askin’. I’m more concerned about…[/sub][/color] Dorian glanced over towards the Shadowy Knights that stood by Chase, the ones who bore and eerie similarity to the ones in the vision they all just shared.


[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=585c74]Chase Bernard[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b32f5-6b73-755a-9846-0b44e2adfbc7.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=585c74]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=585c74]Magic Items:[/color][/b]
[b][color=585c74]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0722-93d7-708f-becb-dd066b6750e9.webp]Flannel, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center]

Danni’s ramblings were beginning to become a common delight for Chase. Not that he could actually understand everything that Danni was saying, or even follow half of the strands of thoughts that came out of him before being promptly abandoned and tossed aside for potential later use. He had heard Danni talking about some way to make traveling food, given they were going to an undisclosed land with unknown amounts of potential to eat, it would probably serve them best to try and make some simpler dishes that would ration out for longer than to make some complex meal that wouldn’t go past a day. He figured that perhaps some Historical Pocket Soup would work well here. Danni could season and spice it as much as he wanted and they could ensure some Vitamin C was added in to help prevent any unwanted illnesses. 

Something April said had struck a chord with Chase. [i]If heroism isn’t enough, then balancing the karmic scales ought to be.[/i] What would that look like for him? For everything he had done, how much would he need to do or endure before his scales became balanced? Chase wasn’t entirely certain, but as Sabine came in with a prophecy, it began to feel unbearably clear. She’d been in his mind before, offering comfort when others wouldn’t, and so he didn’t deny her the need to access it again for the sake of helping another. But as the visions pressed on, and he saw the army of shadows marching forth at a floating palace, as he saw the way others looked at him once they’d all snapped back out of the vision, as he saw the tell tale signs of Heroes staring down a Villain, he knew his scales were a sisyphean task. He would climb up high enough for others to trust him or begin to trust him only for the floor to fall from beneath his feet and have him start again. Chase’s mind went back to a memory, to a day in therapy as he had begun to start the process of working through everything that had happened to him and everything he had done. 
[center][i]”...Chase?”

[color=585c74]“I’m fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible’s about to happen.”[/color]

“It’s called hyper vigilance. The persistent feeling of being under threat.

[color=585c74]”But it’s not just a feeling though. It’s, it’s like it’s a panic attack, like I can’t breathe.”[/color]

“Like your drowning?”

[color=585c74]”Yeah…”[/color]

“If you’re drowning, and you’re trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? Don’t let the water in.”

Chase scoffed. [color=585c74]”You do it anyway, it’s an involuntary reflex.”[/color]

“But if you hold off until then, you have more time right? More time to fight to the surface, more time to be rescued.”

[color=585c74]”Maybe…but you forget its more time to be in agonizing pain. Did you forget the part where your body feels like its going to explode?”[/color]

“If it’s about survival, isn’t a little agony worth it?”

[color=585c74]”But what if it gets worse? What it’s just agony now but worse later on? What if…I can’t be rescued?”[/color]
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The Giant’s gaze didn’t escape him, but her willingness to not say anything outright was more than appreciated, and she reminded him of what he was about to say before he was painted as yet another villain. [color=585c74]”Pocket Soup. You two should prepare some pocket soup. It’s what they used back in the day when traveling long distances on ships. You create a broth with a lot of collagen in it and let it set and it becomes like jello. Cube it, store it, then when you want to make a soup we just need hot water and that cube and the broth is all there. I’m…I think I need to take a walk…I dunno.”[/color] Chase clasped his hand onto Ben’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he tried to force out a smile for his boyfriend, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Darkness filled them, a wash of sadness lurking behind his sight as he began to come to terms that he would never be good enough.