forum New rp <3 (Closed)

Started May 06, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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Jaoel grimaced. "We've got a history," he admitted. "She really isn't a bad person. She's just a little, ah… cruel."
He looked up at Firiko, brandishing the vial. "We've got what we need though."

Firiko sighed, "Good, cause I don't think the people of your world like me very much.."

Jaoel tried to contradict him, but found he couldn't. "So, this will be painful," he told Firiko, gesturing to the vial. "It'll transport us to the Neric, but through quars, which are basically bubbles of nightmares. They'll get us over the water. If you manage to stay calm the whole way through it won't be a problem, but if you give in to the nightmares… It isn't pretty."

Firiko sighed, "Lovely." he said, "I think I can take it…" he said after a moment.

"Good." He pocketed the vial. "We gather supplies from here, then leave from the forest. That's our best bet."

Firiko nodded, "Lets make it quick before we run into more empaths.." he said.

Jaoel snickered despite the grim context. "Fair enough."
He looked around and pointed further up the cobblestone street. "Up there's a food market. A bit past it we can gets bags or gaslights or whatever else we need."

Firiko huffed goodnaturedly. "Don't forget you're essentially travelling with a lone wolf…" he said.

(UHH HI SORRY SORRY)
Jaoel grinned a challenge at Firiko. "Think you can last a few months without supplies in the realms of darkness, then?"

"I grew up in realms of darkness" said Firiko, "as long as there's edible critters to hunt and something to set on fire we're good."

"Bit of a pyromaniac there, are we?" Jaoel grinned before setting off on a light step towards the forest.

"Fire base elemental, and no, I just prefer my meals cooked."

"Fire based? I would be water, though I'm sure you've noticed."
They got to the shore shortly after, and Jaoel pulled out the vial.
"Here we are, then."

Firiko nodded, "So this basically transports you, but through your worst nightmare?"

"Basically, yes." He looked over at Firiko and licked his lips. "We're sure about this?"

"Yeah…" said Firiko, refusing to think about what it might entail.

(hey sorry, my brain is messing with me)
"Okay." Jaoel uncorked the bottle and lifted. "One swig. You can do it," he told Firiko, though it was half aimed at himself. With a nervous breath, he swallowed a mouthful and hurriedly passed on the liquid

(It's cool! I've kinda been gone for the last 2 days anyway..)
Firiko downed a mouthful, trusting the other on the note that it wasn't poison.

Immediately a blur passed over Jaoel and he collapsed on the grass, a chilling heat pouring through him.
He started convulsing, his back arching, his limbs twitching; with one brutal swipe of his arm he was lying in the air just above the water.
And then came the nightmares.

Firiko felt it too, falling to his knees as his wings went limp, shaking horribly as black consumed his vision.

It was dark, so dark. A single figure stood in the mass of black that composed the landscape. *Get to your feet, son, it ordered in a scratchy voice.
Jaoel was a boy of about 7, tied to the ground by thin metal rope. Stand, boy.
I can't, Father, he tried to say; his father brought a young branch down on the boy's back, a grimacing smile lighting his face with cruelty.

Firiko found himself in the middle of the dark mists. He thought he'd be facing spirits from the Primal, back when he was ten, but no. The chilling, bloodthirsty, terrified, agonized howl that rang out through the dark expanse told him otherwise as he took his only option, and started running.

Please, Father, the boy pleaded. His father's smile remained strong as he picked up the child, who looked down– the ropes were now gone.
When he looked up he stood alone. He collapsed to the cool black floor, shaking with terror and pain from the deep slash across his back. Suddenly, flames.
They leapt up in a circle around him, licking at his suddenly bare skin. They destroyed, devoured, incinerated every inch of the boy's body, but he didn't die. They burned and burned and he sat, screaming his throat raw.

Firiko felt himself running blindly, trying to escape the pounding pawsteps behind him. He heard another howl, and suddenly the huge unnatural figure was in front of him. 'I'm sorry… please…. please don't be gone…' he tried to speak but his voice was gone.

By the time the flames died down, Jaoel stood submerged in the ocean. The salt burned at his wounds and the tears wouldn't stop. His mother floated a few feet away, studying him.
Help, he croaked. She smiled at him. It hurts. It hurts so much, help me.