She struck out, again and again. They died, over and over. Every night the died, every night that oily black substance splashed across her body, ran down her legs, and pooled at her feet. Over and over she would be tossed away, over and over she would be thrown across the city. And yet she would keep returning. She'd always return with the light of the moon.
Every single night. She'd been doing it every single night. She couldn't give up. She wouldn't let herself give up. Even if her body broke down and shattered, she would never give up.
This was the reason she existed.
The purpose of her birth.
The only reason she was alive.
Her target stood tall and strong. If she was destroyed here, it would be in attempting to fulfill her purpose.
She would try again tonight.
Just like every other night.
It was that dream again.
The blue velvet couch. The circular room. The walls were made out of a metallic substance, that also appeared blue. Attached to them were a variety of screens, each of them displaying a different image. They all had one thing in common, though, as the images were each a different angle on the same thing. A dark city, shadowy, and seemingly empty. It had this air of familiarity when looked upon, and yet it also seemed completely alien. The sky was starless, and yet somehow it was no simple black void. Whirls of color seemed to distantly turn in the night sky, like twisting nebulae of purples and blues.
The most noticeable feature on each screen was the enormous tower. Lined with spotlights aimed towards the very top of the structure, it was a dark monolith that stood above all else. It gave off an even more alien situation the a simple view of the city did.
With how strangely absorbing these screens were, it was easy enough to miss that the room was no longer empty.
What appeared to be a little girl dressed in some sort of stylized miko outfit now sat on the couch, the red and white standing out quite clearly against the blue backdrop. The bells in her hair jingled as she rose, suddenly clutching a silver case in one hand as she approached.
She cocked her head to the side, quietly.
"Nothing more then a human consciousness," she commented, with a sigh, raising her suitcase. "... Nevertheless, we'll be meeting soon."
The suitcase fell open.
It wasn't as if the last class of the day never heralded sleeping students. However, for some of these students to all share the same dream, a dream they had experienced multiple times prior, was somewhat disconcerting. Still, it was hardly as if they all knew they'd experienced it simultaneously.
The bell rang. The day was heading towards its end.
The halls were filled with students. Many of them were nervous. The main topic of conversation was Strange Gospel. It wasn't hard to see why. The news of the disturbing imagery the phone app had displayed was impossible to escape from, and now that people who had used the app had begun to disappear... well, needless to say, there were a lot of people who were scared. Was there a connection? Had someone been using the app to track its users and do something terrible? Was the phone app behind it?! Was there something occult afoot? These possibilities swirled through conversation endlessly. Students were clinging to various theories. Some even thought it might be some kind of 'end of the world' scenario.
A lot of the idle chat seemed to have been absorbed by Strange Gospel.
Of course, that wasn't the only topic on everyone's mind as students steadily began to filter out of the school after classes and club meetings had concluded. Relationships, television shows, music, various other rumors... one particularly strange one pertained to a weird girl wearing a trenchcoat that had been sighted in town. Apparently, she always wore headphones and tended to vanish and reappear at random, never seeming to interact with anyone.
As the flow of students headed away from the school, some of them, those who had experienced the strange dreams, may just find themselves running into one another...
One way or another, something would change their world tonight.
@PKMNB0Y@Dblade26@Mercurial@TheFake@RolePlayerRoxas@PKMNB0Y@Crimmy
Every single night. She'd been doing it every single night. She couldn't give up. She wouldn't let herself give up. Even if her body broke down and shattered, she would never give up.
This was the reason she existed.
The purpose of her birth.
The only reason she was alive.
Her target stood tall and strong. If she was destroyed here, it would be in attempting to fulfill her purpose.
She would try again tonight.
Just like every other night.
It was that dream again.
The blue velvet couch. The circular room. The walls were made out of a metallic substance, that also appeared blue. Attached to them were a variety of screens, each of them displaying a different image. They all had one thing in common, though, as the images were each a different angle on the same thing. A dark city, shadowy, and seemingly empty. It had this air of familiarity when looked upon, and yet it also seemed completely alien. The sky was starless, and yet somehow it was no simple black void. Whirls of color seemed to distantly turn in the night sky, like twisting nebulae of purples and blues.
The most noticeable feature on each screen was the enormous tower. Lined with spotlights aimed towards the very top of the structure, it was a dark monolith that stood above all else. It gave off an even more alien situation the a simple view of the city did.
With how strangely absorbing these screens were, it was easy enough to miss that the room was no longer empty.
What appeared to be a little girl dressed in some sort of stylized miko outfit now sat on the couch, the red and white standing out quite clearly against the blue backdrop. The bells in her hair jingled as she rose, suddenly clutching a silver case in one hand as she approached.
She cocked her head to the side, quietly.
"Nothing more then a human consciousness," she commented, with a sigh, raising her suitcase. "... Nevertheless, we'll be meeting soon."
The suitcase fell open.
It wasn't as if the last class of the day never heralded sleeping students. However, for some of these students to all share the same dream, a dream they had experienced multiple times prior, was somewhat disconcerting. Still, it was hardly as if they all knew they'd experienced it simultaneously.
The bell rang. The day was heading towards its end.
The halls were filled with students. Many of them were nervous. The main topic of conversation was Strange Gospel. It wasn't hard to see why. The news of the disturbing imagery the phone app had displayed was impossible to escape from, and now that people who had used the app had begun to disappear... well, needless to say, there were a lot of people who were scared. Was there a connection? Had someone been using the app to track its users and do something terrible? Was the phone app behind it?! Was there something occult afoot? These possibilities swirled through conversation endlessly. Students were clinging to various theories. Some even thought it might be some kind of 'end of the world' scenario.
A lot of the idle chat seemed to have been absorbed by Strange Gospel.
Of course, that wasn't the only topic on everyone's mind as students steadily began to filter out of the school after classes and club meetings had concluded. Relationships, television shows, music, various other rumors... one particularly strange one pertained to a weird girl wearing a trenchcoat that had been sighted in town. Apparently, she always wore headphones and tended to vanish and reappear at random, never seeming to interact with anyone.
As the flow of students headed away from the school, some of them, those who had experienced the strange dreams, may just find themselves running into one another...
One way or another, something would change their world tonight.
@PKMNB0Y@Dblade26@Mercurial@TheFake@RolePlayerRoxas@PKMNB0Y@Crimmy
