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Cracks spread, lines, barriers, limits, all fraying at the edges. Unwoven yet still withheld shape. The world lay shifted, broken, as three converge. Unbalanced, thus will prove destructive... yet is but one path that lay before them.
Structure calling to be broken, severed ties screaming to be woven back to completion.
Perception is a lie. Opinion a construct that lies subjective.
All that exists is instinct, feeling.
Formative only of the primal.
But here therein...
All that exists is instinct, feeling.
Formative only of the primal.
But here therein...
As Kousuke screamed out to the splintering version of the world around them, the cracks spread larger and larger, the pattern completing itself, shifting into a variety of symbols.
A spiderweb.
A helm's wheel.
A Celtic knot.
All extend their ethereal strings of control, tying themselves to the marionette's fingers and wrists...
However, not to bind... none would pull their strings ever again.
As he flew forward, the ephemeral creature disappeared as heat spread from their fingers and hands, flowing through as the world broke. The window separating perception and the real world was broken in an instant, blinded by a white void, all forms of light and color blending together before darkening back to the shifting shadowy world that pulsed with the otherworldly heartbeat…
Their location seemed to have changed…
Along with their appearance.
@Baphomini
Aspects of thought, elements of worldly vision contradicted constantly in the air around Fubuki. The space between the cracks thrumming with apathy… yet one could feel emotion and ideas dancing through the area, flying like stray bullet fire.
It was almost like looking through a cracked mirror.
Shards of reality fractured and splintered, confidence in spite of the biting cold, a step toward what could be the chosen path.
A step in the right direction in a way.
As the cracks spread, patterns formed along the edges of his vision.
Snowflakes.
Blades.
Gilded leaves.
With each step, the world broke further, caught between dualities of infinity… The world seemed so bright all of a sudden, yet also pitch black.
Conflict becomes peace, and Contradiction becomes balance…
As one's true form is revealed when the eyes are shown the other side of the coin.
The move was now his to make, to be a pawn marching on, or to be the quewwn on high, to make all crumble within his dominion...
@Kronshi
The sounds around Chihiro were drowned out as she gripped the sides of their head, the whispers still gnawing at her... Eyes wide as cracks webbed into her vision, creeping closer to the forefront.
Patterns crept out from the shadows, both gloomy and sanguine, bright and shadowy...
An olive branch.
A Spiral of Life.
A pentacle.
The inky creature had disappeared, she didn't notice it had left... did it leave?
Why would she ever trust a creature like that so blindly? Was she stupid?
The world around her shattered into a million pieces, a host of colors that hid within the light and the dark presented themselves, along with the form of their heart...
A mirror had been shattered, broken. Now showing what humans truly were...
They were nothing but beasts, her included. But that didnt always have to be such a bad thing...
She found themselves reeling on the ground, as the afterglow of the bright/dark flash faded from her vision... She felt different now...
Better.
But there was something still here, and it was on it's feet again, screeching that terrible sound.
There's more than one way to enact peace. She was ready to raise hell or bring down heaven from on high.
"Bring it!" She yelled, bringing her hands up to her face, ready to fight... only... her hands werent hands anymore.
"Wh- The FUCK?!"
The man of the mask looked down at the contract, picking up the page and staring intently at the signature now written on it.
"Ah, but of course. Wouldn't want to keep your precious 'real world' waiting now would you?" he chided, and with a flick of the wrist the page is licked away in dark flame. Leaning over the table, one could see the shining, no- glowing eyes of the man, glinting with otherworldly glamour.
Before the venue changed again, the echoing sound of snapping fingers ringing within the ear, back behind the cafe's counter as a customer walked up...
"Hi, there. So, I would like an order of dumplings please?"
@CorviDoggo
