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The Dark Beyond

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Revue of Annihilation

I will aim to have a post up either tomorrow or the day after!

Iris Ascendis

I will aim to have a post up tomorrow.

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

So... we still doing this?

@Wayward

Yep! I'll have a response up tonight, thank you for checking in. :)

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Two new members of the House of Cards!

Demos

Demos “Demy”.Castles (Kastellos)

32 | Demos “Demy” Castles (Kastellos) | He/Him [hr//]"Mother won, but she was gracious."

Description:

The no-nonsense leader of the Castles crime family, a small-time mafia trying to make it big in St. Portwell. They mainly hinged their success on Demos’ abstraction, but were ambushed by Phantasia and her men when the House of Cards had decided they’d had enough. Phantasia trapped Demos within her eyes, and he was powerless as she claimed the Castles family for her own. But she wasn’t entirely cruel. She allowed Demos to marry into the Vorpal family instead of being killed off. He, of course, complied.

Although their marriage was arranged, Phantasia knew what she was doing. Demos would never admit it outwardly, but he’s smitten with Valencia. Now, he faithfully serves in the House of Cards as a Capo with a smaller battalion of his men he was allowed to keep, fulfilling Phantasia’s every wish.

Abstraction:

Super Massive Black Hole
Demos is an adept, red lux, his earrings his channeler for his Super Massive Black Hole power. It can be broken down into three facets:

Basic Miniature Black Hole

The basic example of his power. Demos is able to create a mini black hole, with dimmed power as compared to the black holes found in outer space. Due to their size, they usually last a matter of seconds, maybe a minute. They have strong gravitational pull, able to draw in objects as large as cars or portions of concrete buildings if allowed to grow to the size of a sink. They always start off small, though, and require energy to grow in size.

They can be used to pull and enemy off-balance, or positioned above to counter the effects of gravity when falling. In extreme cases, enemies can be pulled into the black hole entirely if the black hole is large and powerful enough. When black holes are closed, they create a small seismic blast due to the energy remaining from the collapse.

Rapid-fire Black Hole

A higher level of using the Super Massive Black Hole abstraction. This is when black holes are created at a rapid rate, more than one at a time. Their seismic blasts, upon collapsing, can buffet enemies, creating a dangerous atmosphere that’s possible to knock someone off their feet, and in extreme cases, blow off limbs.

Black Hole Barrier

Multiple small black holes lined up in a shield formation, able to absorb most attacks like fire. Due to the instability of having so many black holes so close together, the barrier only lasts a few seconds before Demos has to collapse it.

Lorenzo

Lorenzo “Lee”. Alloro

27 | Lorenzo “Lee” Alloro | He/him [hr//]"The eyes, the eyes!"

Description:

Lorenzo is the cousin to Demos, and was a capo of the Castles crime family before the House of Cards assimilated them. Lorenzo was always a little ‘strange,’ a little ‘out of touch with reality,’ and very blunt, bit of a hot-head, unforgiving. These were mainly due to the apparition adjoined to him, wearing down on his sense of self bit by bit over the years.

Due to his unique ties with madness, Lorenzo occasionally has ‘episodes.’ These were more or less quelled with Phantasia’s power. Now, with her out of the picture, Demos has once again started to supply Lorenzo with antidepressants and antipsychotics to help keep the man sane.

Abstraction:

Vorohah, The Madness - Aberration (Adjoined)

Vorohah is an apparition made up of darkness and eyes. Red, maddening eyes. To see one of Voroah’s eyes means to feel the debilitating effects of being under its gaze. Symptoms are known to be unexplained and irrational fear, sweats and chills, and psychotic behavior. Symptoms are amplified under the gaze of more than one eye.

When the madness wants to subdue a prey, and how Vorohah usually ‘attacks’ its foes, is by appearing as hallucinatory and physical eyes throughout the victim’s vision. Eyes appear on the walls, the furniture, and even on the body of the victim. Body eyes are more potent due to their close proximity and sick nature of having, feeling a bulging, swiveling eye on your hand. The eyes don’t do anything on their own besides invoking a sense of madness. But they do whisper. Their whispers can’t be blocked out by simply covering the ears. The whispers are tailored to each victim. Vorohah is able to glean some of the pain in a person’s psyche, and whispers to them to exacerbate and increase that pain.

Eyes have to be physically destroyed in order to be silenced. If an eye is on a body part, this can pose a problem, as stabbing the eye means stabbing the hand to destroy it. Eyes take time to open, so the longer Vorohah has to work on a victim, the more potent their effects are. When all eyes are opened, surrounding a victim, they will enter a ‘madness episode’ and act like a person who has lost their senses entirely, attacking friend and foe alike, gibbering nonsense. The only way it stops is if the eyes are destroyed, or are closed.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Near Kari's House, Outside of the Ice Fortress
_{Mentions: None. Direct Dialogue: Tayla (@silvermist1116)}

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The hallucinations shifted, and Luna found herself sitting in a booth of the Apothecary’s back room, sitting over a couple of of drinks. She was chuckling, her glass swishing as she was rocked by the arm pressed around her shoulders. Luna looked up, but she knew who was holding her. She always knew.

Phantasia looked down at her, her pink eyes glowing with warmth. They caused a shudder in Luna’s bones, and Luna buried her head in Phantasia’s shoulder. She wanted nothing more than to be with her Mother.

“So tell me again, what did they say?”

“She sided with me, and told the others to fuck off. Thought having strong allies was cool.”

Phantasia’s smile widened, and she squeezed Luna. “You’ve found us a good one, my dear. Alizée will be the first of many, don’t worry. I won’t let your hard work go to waste.”

Luna blinked, her chuckles slowly dying. Wasn’t… Alizée… dead?

Luna leaned back, the butterflies still swirling in her stomach as she looked up at Phantasia, slowly, carefully.

“Mother?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You’ll never leave me, right?”

Phantasia smiled, rubbing her head. “My dear, I’ll always be here.”

Luna slightly smiled, before her face grew serious. “Mother, I’m exhausted. I just fought 8th Street. I… I have to go…”

The hallucination began fizzling at the seams, and Phantasia began to ripple like a disturbed pool of water.

“I know… dear.”

Luna blinked, staring at Tayla as she was violently shaken. It was enough to break most of the illusion, and Luna shook her head roughly. “Fuck.”

"Get up. We gotta go. Now!"

Tayla

Luna swore again, eyes scattering across the field. Right. Right. They had to go. Without another moment’s hesitation, Luna pulled Tayla into a tight princess carry, and with her wings shining bright, they took off from the torn and muddied battlefield, intent on escaping the remainder of the battle.

“Hold on tight to me!”

The Dark Beyond

Any good news, Days? :>

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

Working on quick collab with Wayward, then I'll be posting. I'll keep everyone updated!

Iris Ascendis

That went pretty well, I think. :)

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Wingram, Forest
@Nanaya, @Sifr, @Psyker Landshark

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Ciara stared down the sword pointed at her throat, shadows freezing in place. This wasn’t fair. She was so close. So close! She was about to get all her questions answered, she just had to grab the little shadow and be gone. Why was Iraleth interfering?

It infuriated her to no end.

It wasn’t fair.

“I would have spared you and left your fate to the faculty should I have won officially. Here? If you lose, I will put you down.”

Iraleth

Ciara openly bared her teeth, glaring. An open threat. One that sent a shiver crawling down her spine. Iraleth had every justification to go with what she just said. Every possible motive. The perfect mindset of a holy killer ready to let loose.

And that scared her.

Then Iraleth’s tone changed, more pleading, begging.

"Stop making me have to try to kill you. I never wanted this to end in violence, you absolute idiot."

Iraleth

“Stop getting in my way,” Ciara bit out. “You can still turn a blind eye to this.”

She didn’t make a single move, though. Didn’t dare to even move a finger, or a breadth of a shadow. Now? Now, she was enjoying her little tantrum, knowing full well what would come next.

"Excuse you? Put her down? I am not burying another body in the fucking woods,"

Hildegunde

Ciara blinked in the liminal darkness, illuminated only by the light of Iraleth’s sword. Was Hildegunde… siding with her? Coming to her defense?

Ciara’s lips pursed, feeling an emotion stir within her as her eyes grew hot.

But wait… Another body?

Hildegunde spoke directly at her.

"And you - I don't know what kind of answers you're looking for, but are you that desperate to endanger yourself and others for answers you may not even get - answers that surely have leads elsewhere? Is it worth biting the hands of those who want to put faith in you?"

Hildegunde

Ciara finally fell silent at that, slowly moving a hand to press her eyes as she turned her head away. Anger bubbled up in her again, and regret, and a smothering sensation. She was getting smothered. By what, though? …Care?

Air hissed through her teeth as she took a breath, remembering the imp that lay at the other side of Hildegunde. To her, a surefire way to at least get something, answers, or whatever. To hell with the consequences.

But these girls. Her… her friends, if that was even the right word, were adamant and unmoving on this.

It infuriated her to no end.

"Why do you two insist on seeing enemies in each other? Our aggressor is right here,"

Hildegunde

Aggressor.

Hah.

By those intents and purposes, she was an aggressor, too. All the orphanages of Vaal Kastrix knew that.

Ciara’s eyes fell on the imp, regret flashing in her face, as she finally relented. Her head bowed as she released the shadows, and sunlight poured in as the darkness fizzled out. With palms up, she took a step back from Iraleth, her face grim.

“...Fine. Have it your way. But I want the thing’s fate decided by the faculty, not by you.”

She twisted Otis’ sword in the grip of her palm as she turned away entirely, jaw clenching as she thought of the fate of the shadow being.

Iraleth and Hildegunde were resolute on this.

There wasn’t anything she could do.

And she hated it almost as much as she hated the swirl of other emotions in her - solidarity, companionship, an understanding. Something entirely foreign, giving pause to her thoughts, stress in her system. Could she really trust this? Trust them?

It was impossible, wasn't it?