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Honestly, I just don't know what to do. I feel like Aoife is just seriously underpowered compared to you guys. :(
My Dylan post was not so much me setting him up to get him killed then woken up - but just that he has literally given up at this point and cannot cope with anything. More a mental shutdown than anything else. Cause…I do that to my characters. XD


Group C: Dylan, Amy, Lucien, Xandra, Lute

The beach was gone, Dalia was gone. Tobias, Los Paraisos...home. It had all be a dream. Just one long, terrible nightmare - a parade of his worst memories and fears strung together. But knowing that did little to make him feel better, because even if they were fragments of his imagination they had spoken true.

He had fallen so far and he did not know how to get back.

Soon Amy appeared, calling to him. He remembered the sting on her hand on his face, the causal way she had confirmed what he had done to...Lucy! The summoner appeared out of nowhere, and though he seemed so happy to see Dylan and Amy (even after the slap), Dylan could not bear to look him in the eye. Not him or any of the others who appeared.

But then the world shook beneath their feet and all of their worst nightmares came back. A monster they had defeated already - a memory of a harsh fight, a young wolf cub driven mad, and horrifying choice. “The… Bearon?” Dylan gaped. “How is that even…?”

It got worse. So much worse. The giant spider from the tombs, and then...

“…at least that giant thing from Vandrell’s not here, yeah?” Lucien tried to laugh.

“Oh Aislin!” He wailed. “Lucy, you just had to go and open your big mouth!!”

They were so screwed. Each of these battles had been difficult when the faced them individually, but together it was beyond hope. Whatever had brought him here wasn’t satisfied with breaking him emotionally, with torturing him and shattering him into a million little pieces. No, he also had to relieve his worst battles and then watch his friends die.

“No,” he finally said. “No, I just...I REFUSE!” He turned to the others, his eyes shining with tears. “We’re still dreaming, this is impossible. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT.” He fell to his knees in the middle of the group. “Just kill me already and get it over with.”
Sorry I didn't post yesterday and that I've been kinda silent. Just wasn't in the mood after dealing with the ruined fridge full of food fiasco that was my Friday night.

Stay safe Rex and Tae! Happy Birthday Kathi! And fuck you Pach and your 9 days off XD
Thank god. The weekend cannot get here soon enough! I need a f**king vacation already.

Pachamac said
What's everyone grooving to lately? 8D


Am I gonna make you regret asking this question again? I hope not. I can't stop listening to this song. XD



"I don't know," he said as he sank down on his knees in front of her. He couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes, so he remained staring downwards. Digging his hands into the sand, concentrated on the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the warmth of the sun on his skin, and the way the grains of sand slipped through his fingers. He let go of the memories and the pain, and for a brief moment, simply let himself be.

"Yes," Dalia said. He could hear the smile in her voice, the faint sounds of hope. He could feel her hand hovering over him, picking at the threads of his emotions as she tried to pull out only the good ones, bringing them to the forefront. "I barely recognized you at first - you are shrouded in darkness."

"I know." He remained quiet as she worked on him, shifting through his emotions, flaring and calming each in turn.

"You are worse off then when you left." She sighed as let her hand drop. "I knew that he was no good for you."

"Please," Dylan begged, looking up at his older sister. Her beautiful blonde hair was framed by sunlight, her face just as kind and open as he remembered. "Dalia, I don't want to talk about this."

She turned away, but not quickly enough for Dylan to miss the tears that welled in her eyes. "It's just as well, it's not like I can help you anymore."

"What?"

"Oh, Dylan, I don't know what you've seen or what you've done. When you left here you were muted but the colors were still there. I had hoped you were find yourself, that you would become the same vibrant boy that you used to be. But now they are gone."

Dylan swallowed hard, trying to deny it. "You're wrong."

"You know that I'm not." She got to her feet. "No one can save you now. My brother - he is gone." She turned and walked away, her feet silent on the sand.

He waited until she was gone and the sun was setting on the ocean, until he was completely and utterly alone, before he allowed himself to cry.
Thank you again! I hope my next post comes off smoother. Sorry for the hassle.
Thank you for your advice Igraine - I have edited my post to reflect that. I didn't carry on too far, since I didn't want to effect Derren's post. For now, let's just say that Aoife shall follow him and co until they reach Atticus/she's discovered/I post again?

Note: I also read Heroes post such that Aislinn was the only one in the room, but that might have just been implying that she was the focal point. Please inform me if I need to edit that.
I honestly had no idea when I was supposed to bring Aoife in - would it be better if I just deleted my post and had her come in after the attack?
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