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With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed) (COMPLETE)
« on: August 25, 2013, 09:27:53 pm »

Thunder rolls and slams into a wall, a resounding clang to the ears, so it must not be thunder.
Lightning flashes and the flash holds fast, a persistent burn to the eyes, so it must not be lightning.
Thunder rolls and lightning flashes in the gale, a curiously dry and windless maelstrom, so it must not be a storm.

Pain, dull and hot, here in the arm, there in the leg, wracks the body as eyes open. Sight seems at best to be ... lacking, but after a few moments to gather one's thoughts, it becomes clear that neither of the two are blind. It is merely that dark, that both a Nephil and a Brujah fail to see more than a few feet beyond the bars, glowing with electrical current, which separate them and which contain them in their distressingly small boxes. Cells? Cells. Oh.

The pains in their limbs are explained in short order by the heavy cuffs clapped around both wrist and ankle, which glow with the same intensity as the bars, and which left them feeling weak, but in a way that even a conversion matrix stuck on Primarian didn't. Drained, rather than simply comparitively feeble.

It is a prison, and it is a prison made to contain people, nothing more; a hard floor and a barred door and no lights to see them by save the threatening glow of the bars. And judging by the constant thudding in the walls all around them, it is a prison of metal, and it is under attack.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #1 on: August 26, 2013, 12:07:52 am »

Tybalt was no stranger to waking to pain. Every evening he was greeted by a reopened stomach wound and all the bloodloss and discomfort that went with it. What was new to him this time around was the sheer amount of pain that greeted him just then. It shouldn't be this much and not nearly so prevalent throughout his body.

He groans audibly and tries to shift an arm to rub away some of the pain only to find that there was a heavy weight to it. In fact, all of his limbs were similarly bound which meant, of course, that somehow he had become trapped. The realization immediately frustrates him. There is no buildup, just the immediate and utter frustration that was a trademark of his clan.

With a growl that might have been termed feeble, he readies himself to pull at the bindings on his wrists when he comes up short. It suddenly dawns on him then that he couldn't see very far. "...hurensohn*..!" He mutters, clearly unimpressed that a nocturnal creature such as he - a vampire - was apparently failing at such a basic task.

Tybalt shifts around as best as he can to get a better view of his apparent prison. In the process, he is able to get something of a look at the neighboring cell. His eyes widen and his voice, thickly accented as usual, is rife with disbelief, "Zoey..?" Thus far, the cacophony of whatever attack is transpiring doesn't seem to be concerning the Brujah just then. Trapped as he was, it wasn't as though he could do much about it anyway.


OOC: Tybalt is a very vulgar character but seeing as how we generally strive to be PG-13 here, I'll mask his bad habit by having him swear exclusively in German. To those German members of this board: I apologize profusely if I butcher. Please feel free to correct me! I'll be using this page and this page for swears.

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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #2 on: August 26, 2013, 06:04:27 am »

Zoey has long been a stranger to waking in pain, at least this much of it. She'd be glad that her whimper is masked by the ceaseless clanging if the sound itself weren't another source of discomfort. Panic however won't set in until she opens her eyes and finds herself still blind to her surroundings.

Noticing the glow of both the pain-inducing, curiously draining cuffs, and the bars of her cell will be peculiarly reassuring, at least she is not actually blind. That she is in chains in a cell, and weak are all reasons to be frustrated and scared by turns.

She hasn't moved, save blinking while trying to take stock of her surroundings, so it will be hearing her name, in a familiarly accented voice that will force her to try looking past the bars of her cell by sitting up with a grunt of effort and some muttering under her breath of a word every bit as vile as Tybalt's own German observation. "Tybalt?" Her voice raised in question and disbelief. .oO(Reality or nightmare? ...I'm never going to sleep again.)
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #3 on: August 27, 2013, 03:02:32 pm »

Unlike with Zoey, it doesn't dawn on Tybalt that this might be a dream. It had been so long since his last such surreal experience that he had forgotten what signs to look for. So instead of suspicion, he simply feels a slight sense of panic that the voice he heard confirmed what his poor vision had only barely shown him: that Zoey was a prisoner too. "...ja. It's me, Zoey...I'm here, in next cell."

Before he speaks further, Tybalt looks down at himself to gauge how bad his stomach was. The wound never changed night to night, but it had become something of a ritual to look and assess. Taking that time would hopefully enable his tired, still-waking mind to assess if he had even the bare minimum of energy needed to initiate some measure of healing on himself. Whether he even could given the shackles was another question entirely, of course.

"...you all right?" He asks, his voice rife with frustration, "Any idea of what's going on?" For his part, the vampire had no immediate clue but he didn't think to volunteer as much. While he waits for an answer, he starts wracking his brain to try and recall the last thing that happened before consciousness. Surely, within that memory lay some clue as to his current predicament.

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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #4 on: August 27, 2013, 08:37:59 pm »

"I'm as good as I can be, given the circumstances." Which is true being trapped in a small box isn't panicking her yet. "Your guess is as good as mine.." .oO(Perhaps better if this is the nightmare reality and you are from it.) "I was sleeping... and the next thing I know I'm here. Waking up in chains and aching everywhere. What about you? Are you alright?" With the amount of effort it took just to get sitting Zoey isn't inclined to try anything so silly as standing. Not yet at least.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #5 on: August 27, 2013, 08:54:05 pm »

Tybalt's stomach is... unblemished. Not even an ugly scar exists where there should be significant horror to fuel a dozen nightmares on its own, despite all the Brujah knows suggesting it should. Its absence probably doesn't make him feel any better, despite that.

Zoey on the other hand only gets to feel her heart sink as she realizes with miserable certainty that this Tybalt is her Tybalt, though she would be hard-pressed to describe how. Perhaps he simply felt more real than the pain and the glowing?

At any rate, neither of them are granted time to deliberate further, as the entire prison trembles with the force of one particularly mighty impact. The floor even feels a touch warmer for a moment or two. But then, the noises die down, and the floor... moves again, this time in a rippling pattern as though they were standing on a particularly willful rug. Then, slowly, but quick enough to be noticed easily, the area begins to brighten at the edges, the light creeping across the floor toward them like an advancing tide and revealing glowing lines like circuitry on every inch of the metal surface.

Not that either of them are liable to care about the lines on the floor when the receding darkness becomes a pair of bodies, shadowkin, standing inside each of their cells and bearing eyes the same color of the glow on the cell bars. The eyes are wrong, and there are little metal doodads like extremely high-end Bluetooth earpieces where their ears would be if they had them, but for those two details, they each have their own personal Dirus advancing toward them.

Speaking in unison, they utter, "Your presence is required."
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #6 on: August 27, 2013, 09:50:32 pm »

Zoey's heart is definitely sinking into her stomach as she comes to the particularly frightening realization that she's not alone in this nightmare.

If she weren't already seated on the bed the prison shaking impact might well have sent her sprawling (it's difficult to stay upright when weak and hobbled). The warmth of the floor under her feet could easily be her imagination, the rippling... not so much. .oO(Why does this seem familiar..?) Then the room starts getting brighter.

Being able to see has never before felt like a threat, being able to see was never before meant the dark piling into one spot before either. The Nephil woman almost wishes the light gone again, it would mean she wouldn't have to watch 'Dirus-who-can't-be' advancing on her. The wail she couldn't keep from escaping upon recognizing the dark for being Shadowkin (while brief) is a mix of fear, and heartbreak. .oO(No, no, no, no..)

Not having anywhere to escape to won't stop her from trying when faced with this, whatever this is.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #7 on: August 28, 2013, 04:08:33 pm »

"I..." Tybalt answers, surprise creeping into his voice. There was no blood, no nothing to indicate that his nightly stomach wound had reopened itself. Perhaps he was still on his current night? That would explain why he was uninjured. Though, the vampire realized that would mean he had passed out which was concerning in its own way. He growled because none of this made any sense to him. It didn't help that he couldn't remember anything leading up to this.

"Ja, I'm...ok. No strength, though." He shakes his shackles, glaring at them and wondering for the first time whether things were really as they seemed. No, not Zoey, just this whole situation in general. He couldn't put a finger on it and isn't given any more time to ponder as the floor decides on doing some increasingly strange things. The briefly growing heat wasn't concerning but the rippling elicits another swear from him as they cause him to topple over onto the ground. Unlike Zoey, he hadn't been sitting down.

And then suddenly there were two Dirus'. Tybalt picks himself up off the ground with some difficulty, staring at the being in front of him with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. Eventually he snarls, first at the Dirus he didn't quite believe, "My presence?! For what? What are we doing here?", then again at the one advancing on Zoey, "And you! Stay away from her! You might look like him but you aren't." He struggles against his bindings despite his earlier attempt having ended in failure.

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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #8 on: August 28, 2013, 04:41:13 pm »

The pair of shadowkin react so little to either prisoner's questions that it's possible for a moment to believe they might be deaf. Struggles and backing away amount to precisely nothing, as they had to know it would, and the three-clawed hands of their apparent guards are as ice-cold as they were the day Dirus' CM had been removed ages ago.

Again in absolute unison, and with an unsettling soundless quality that made them sound more like the rustling of dead leaves than actual voices, they speak again as the bars to the cells dim and recede into the floor. "Your presence is required. Your cooperation is not." It's as much a threat as a mere statement of the way things are; arguing with the real Dirus had been like arguing with a force of nature, but these two are talking boulders with intent. They force their respective prisoners out into the corridor with powerful grips on shoulders and biceps, utterly ignoring any further vocal protests and punishing physical ones with a threefold return.

It's really up to them whether they walk or are dragged, but either way... their presence is required, and the shadows are obedient.

That the corridor appears to be leading toward a far more brightly lit room than the cell block cannot help matters--what other kind of event has a dream about going toward the light?--but that the walls after a certain distance from the cells appear to be lined with monitors and readouts and little ports everywhere might be a good thing or a bad thing.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #9 on: August 28, 2013, 05:31:29 pm »

Zoey struggles despite the futility of it, biting her tongue rather than cry out at the unexpected bitter chill of the shadowkin's touch, the 'voices' unnerving in a way she could not explain if it were demanded of her.

Tybalt's attempt at defending her would be comforting were it not every bit as futile as her own struggling. "Don't fight." She hates how weak the plea to Tybalt makes her sound, but with her shackles making her human she has no other choice besides remaining silent.
She has never been grateful before that she is no longer short as she is able (barely) to keep up instead of being dragged down the corridor. There is nothing reassuring about their destination. Not the brighter light, nor the knowledge that it appears to be computer equipment causing the light. For Zoey there is nothing but a growing sense of dread that has the fine hairs at the nape of her neck lifting.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #10 on: August 28, 2013, 06:56:06 pm »

Tybalt actually gasps when the Shadowkin touches him; he wasn't used to feeling cold to that degree. Not that he felt it as much as Zoey did, cuffs or no he was still a walking dead man, but he still felt it more than he might have if he was entirely himself just then. This displeased him in more ways than he could count.

It didn't help that there was this nagging sense that despite being converted to (mostly) human, he felt his true self just out of reach. It was there, he could taste and feel it, but no amount of struggling or wishing seemed capable of drawing to him the strength he needed to break free. Around the same time as he comes to this realization, Zoey calls out to him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Tybalt was annoyed to the point of ignoring her plea.

He snarls again and even attempts to bite at the Shadowkin pushing him out of the cell. To his surprise, his fangs don't descend and so before he could even hope to have connected with anything he pulls back, knowing instinctively that the attempt would not go well...not that he expects this to deter his 'escort' from enacting punishment for his disobedience. So it is for the first while that Tybalt will more than likely end up being dragged.

When they reach the point that the light starts brightening, Tybalt has a brief moment of panic as his mind turns instantly to sunlight. He attempts to regain his footing, in part due to a desire to flee. Even in this state, sunlight would surely kill him. Relief, tainted with a sense of growing apprehension, settles within his stomach when he sees the monitor-lined walls Not sunlight, but surely not much better all things considered...

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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #11 on: August 29, 2013, 02:31:09 pm »

Zoey fares significantly better than Tybalt on their relatively short journey down the hallway, if only because she doesn't have a broken nose after finding out how uncomfortable it is to be headbutted by a shadowkin, twice.

When they reach the threshold of the brightly-lit room, they are able to make out two things right away. First, almost every inch of the apparently semicircular room is either a monitor or a pane of glass with countless more gauges and keyboards inbetween, all standing out crisply thanks to the black walls. Nearly all of them are showing images of explosions and carnage on par with a carpet bombing, as well as massive robotic things stomping through the mess and making it all worse.

Second, that there are articles of clothing and even body parts hanging from what few spaces remain uncluttered by viewports--a golden, cybernetic arm; the mounted head of a werewolf; a black uni-ball ink pen and X-acto knife together; an absolutely beautiful, if somewhat dirty for old bloodstains, longsword; a pair of severed cat ears... There's "memorabilia" everywhere.

They may or may not realize that the room is merely a platform sticking out over a very busy and absolutely enormous command room below, though the lack of chatter from the robotic crewmen makes it a bit easy to ignore.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #12 on: August 29, 2013, 10:20:57 pm »

Tybalt was a bloody, seething, painful mess by the time they arrive on the platform. He has wised enough to stay silent, though the daggers he glared all around would have been enough to kill were it possible to do that by his gaze alone. oO(...schwanzlutscher...my nose...broke my damn nose...) He wanted to badly to put something to his face to staunch the blow but he dare not try anything for fear of another headbutt. He was thick at times but certainly not stupid.

The sight of the monitors themselves fail to impress Tybalt. However, once he takes a good look at what they were displaying he re-evaluates his opinion instantly. oO(So much carnage. It's like...home, but so much worse. Who? What the hell is going on?) He looks over at Zoey, confusion clearly etched on his battered face. He still had that sense of something being not quite right but no idea what until he spies the grotesque trophy collection.

Many of them he didn't recognize, but the cybernetic arm and werewolf head both seemed too familiar for him to discount. Especially the werewolf head. His mouth, normally given to glib or even angry comments, worked and yet no sound came out. He couldn't bring himself to say the name that was on the tip of his tongue. He knew who that head belonged to. And he also knew, somehow, that he had known before that the person that head had belonged to had died protecting his loved ones. Knowing unfortunately did nothing to  quench the rage that built in him the longer he stared at it. He wanted to kill something just then.

And then it all came back to him. Every remembrance, everything shared to him through Zoey and those others that had suffered similar nightmares. "...this...those dreams...this is after Outpost is attacked." He just stares at Zoey again, completely heedless of the command room below them, "...it's happening again. But how are we both here?" It didn't dawn on him that perhaps speaking so directly to Zoey might not be such a hot idea just then. Oops.


OOC: Added a line about Tybalt being pissed to see that head.
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #13 on: August 31, 2013, 05:55:15 pm »

Zoey's expression when Tybalt looks at her the first time after they arrive on the platform is one of loss and despair as she looks around, doing her best to avoid seeing her 'guard' for lack of better word.

The sinking feeling only grows as she looks around, recognizing parts and pieces with the faces and bodies they originally belonged to flashing through her mind, and a strong suspicion that she can name all the Guardians... or residents of Gamer's End as the case might be that the gruesome trophies originally belonged to. Certainly she knows where the pen and X-acto pairing belonged. Knowing that these people were dead is one thing. Seeing proof of it is another and only makes her feel hollow.

When Tybalt looks at her again her face is an expressionless mask, one that the Brujah has likely never seen for the lack of emotion. The fact that he mentions the nightmares is doubtless a bad thing, but she'll respond in a tone that compliments the mask with arrogance. "It is and I don't know."
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Re: With Sleep Oppress'd (Closed)
« Reply #14 on: August 31, 2013, 06:23:15 pm »

The most frustrating thing about dealing with shadowkin as enemies is how dead silent they can be, and coupled with bearing no natural scent, being rather hard to track. While the guardirus are both pretty noticeable with their steel grasp, their absolute silence and stillness makes them relatively easy to forget about in short order. They become particularly negligible when the smell of a strange but familiar kind of herb creeps in, followed shortly thereafter by a blue-scaled shadowrunner tumbling into the room from a grating in the ceiling to land directly in front of the captive pair.

Before he's able to so much as mutter a curse to himself, the blackness on the walls seeps down to the floor and smoothly reshapes itself into a massive spike so quickly it's hard to believe; Dirus never moved that fast, not even as fluid. Even so, Reg is fast too, so rather than being impaled through the chest as was the shadow's clear intention, he's merely got a big sharp black thing sticking through his thigh. It all happens in the space of three seconds.

After a brief, pregnant pause, a soft sigh emanates from the spike, and a body slowly forms up behind Reg as the mutant groans and takes the opportunity to swear. "Oh, this is embarrassing. I had intended to kill him just when you got here, but he was late, and I was startled, and, well..." The voice isn't familiar, at least not right away, and its owner is taking its dear sweet time in finishing up its shape. "Plans do fail on first contact, and all."

Zoey's heart should probably drop all the way down to the ground a few thousand feet below them right around the time the eyes appear.

The glowing, golden eyes.
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