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lostcarnival2017-03-03 03:25 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-03-03 03:25 pm
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HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2
Who: The people who were captured or turned.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.
GOING TO HELL↴ You don't get to see what the outside of the fortress looks like, since when you were brought here, it was either by portal or by a ritual summoning ring set up by the vampires. However, the realm is easy to get the gist of - it's about classically hell dimension as you can imagine. Lava runs throughout the fortress like water in Venice, and the architecture is smooth black and grey stone that puts a significant effort into looking imposing. Skulls, demons, suggestive nudity - it's all carved straight into the pillars, or provided via ornate tapestry. It's hot, too, though not as hot as it should realistically be while standing at the edge of a lava pool. Prisoners and freshly turned vampires will end up separated - those that have been captured will be chained in iron and locked within a great stone cell within the center of a ring of lava (as pictured above), with only narrow bridges leading across it. Those that have been turned will be unceremoniously thrown into the living areas of the other neonate vampires - which turns out to be a cavernous pit of almost-rooms where a vast quantity of newly turned vampires have been left to sort themselves out. ► IMPRISONED: The supervisors (or other captives that have made themselves exceptions) will be bound with iron and left in a large cell kept separate from the rest of the prison. At first, they'll all be locked in there together - spread around the walls of the dungeon to be kept apart from each other, but able to communicate across the gap. As time goes on, they may be pulled away for "special treatment" - whatever cruel fate the vampires end up having in mind for them, whether that be interrogation, brainwashing, or simply aimless torment. Sometimes they'll be brought back, and other times they won't. How exactly they are bound is up to you, but at the very least each prisoner should have either a collar or shackles of iron, which will rob veteran characters of most of their powers. It will be extremely uncomfortable, too. ► FORSAKEN: The newly turned vampires will be introduced to their "hazing" almost immediately - that is, they'll be mixed in with the other neonates, apparently collected from at least three different words. Most of them appear human, however, so the looks of the new arrivals may set them apart - potential in ways that may cause them difficulties. These young vampires have been dumped into a series of caverns and left to live with each other, with animals or human victims occasionally tossed in for them to feed. There is not enough blood to go around, ultimately, and the human victims are highly preferred over the animals - these means there is constant and violent competition over who gets to feed. The ideal is for the neonates to thin their own ranks, allowing the strongest and most canny to survive long enough to be accepted into the rest of the clan. You'll want to stick together - after all, vampires can feed off of each other, as well. ► MORNINGSTAR: Apparently the demon in charge of this all is a creature that calls herself "Morningstar." You won't see her long if you see her at all - the only sight of her you see is a form within a black cultist's robe, with their face concealed in shadow. Beyond her, you can continue using adult or neonates vampire NPCS to torment your characters, or ask the mods for the presence of an elder, if needed. Whatever scheme is going on here, it's clear you're just another pawn. |
tw: that is kinda gross I guess sorry
Foster is aggravated by the ridiculousness of such a petty concern. 'Worse' is a cosmetic worry only; for someone like him, it's almost... insulting to tell him to care about it.
What is he going to do, bleed to death?
One finger manages to press in past the stitching itself to hook into the open part of his throat. He pulls it back out to talk, though--probably for the better.
"You have the power to stop me. You're already using it to stop me from acting of my own will. Use it, use your power, show it to me! Show me your power!"
If anything, Foster's eye contact only intensifies, his face brutally impassive in direct contrast with the rising intensity of his words.
Nah lmao it's fine
It takes him a second to respond, before he narrows his eyes at Foster and sits up straighter.
"No. I'm not gonna control anyone. It's wrong."
Not to mention, he knows how it feels to be manipulated, to be controlled against your will. He wouldn't wish it on anyone.
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Foster looks at him as though he were sprouting butterflies out of his ears: a feat both incomprehensible and unbelievable, the kind of thing that is deeply offensive to reality--or at least this particular individual.
"Wrong? I'm asking you--I'm begging you!"
Is it possible to be desperate and furious at the same time?
What if it's on your face, in your voice--everywhere but in the heartless cavity of your chest or your deepest gut, where real feelings are supposed to reside? The hollow mental shell of emotion is still an emotion if it's strong enough, if it's rooted deeply enough--right?
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He doesn't like the look Foster is giving him; like he wants to attack. He doesn't want to have to hurt him.
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Why does it matter why?
Foster is incredibly uncomfortable--no, outright aversive--to explaining his own motives. On some level, he expects that others should either A. accept his word absolutely or B. completely disregard his thoughts and feelings.
"I can't! I can't, I can't...!"
He doesn't attack Sora--in all honesty, if he could attack himself, he would, his hands opening and closing in a futile attempt to summon meaning via words or gesture before he just grabs handfuls of his own hair in pointless frustration. His thoughts are something that don't translate into speech--a vicious, disrupting snarl he's finding impossible to untangle or tame.
"You'll use your power to prevent me from killing myself for your own comfort, but you won't end my suffering when I have to live? No... no, I don't deserve mercy... that's right, I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be discarded, to be denied and left to writhe and beg in the mud. I could... I could understand that. I could understand!! But you... that's not why. You're just hypocritical. You won't commit to your power, but you won't refuse it when it suits you."
Some people find words harder when they're upset, but Foster discovered a long time ago that the worse he feels, the clearer his thoughts emerge. As long as he doesn't have to talk about the feeling, anyway. Blaming Sora for the common shortcomings of his personal morality is easier than explaining how he's miserable and wants to die, how powerless and desperate it feels to have no control over the situation any more. How being absolved of thought, of choice, of changes he can't even begin to make, is all that matters, be it by death or vampiric mind control.
How it's better to lose himself to that feeling absolutely--to be controlled absolutely--than to struggle and fail and self-destruct in pointless violence or else wretched obscurity.
That's all he's ever wanted anyway. Someone to control him, so he doesn't have to suffer from what he has no ability to control.