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| Adventures in Wonderland; Damien & Kanna | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 15 2017, 05:25 AM (78 Views) | |
| 裁 kanna | Dec 15 2017, 05:25 AM Post #1 |
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"Their worlds were a mess, so they lost themselves in my wonderland of madness." Witch Hazel, Boxwood, Winterberries, and Snowdrops seemed to stretch out over the elaborate garden for as far as the eye could see of the Ashur Estate. This year’s winter blooms were so visually appealing and stunning that even the head of the household had to enjoy them up close by taking a rare stroll through the frosted lawns that were kept so meticulously cared for. Donning attire befitting of chilly weather, Kanna wore a long-sleeved dress of deep maroon and gold that was partially covered by a cloak of black velvet, trimmed in brown fox fur. She appreciated the beauty of the winter, the fragile nature that surrounded her as she strode through the gardens with nothing on her mind other than the admiration of glimmering petals. For what seemed to be hours was only minutes and it wasn’t long before she was approached by a servant, who was dressed in the finery her staff were required to wear, and held out a silver platter with a single envelope stamped with a wax seal of dark crimson, revealing the initials of W and R in a cursive script. The servant spoke not a word as he bowed and raised the platter for her to take from, waiting patiently as he did so, and once she removed the mail, he dismissed himself without her permission. Raising a brow in curiosity, Kanna glanced over the envelope, noting that it was particularly expensive and the seal wasn’t something she’d ever encountered before – not of any noblemen she had been in contact with prior to this nor company to which she had relations with – and the servant’s demeanor was questionable as well. Flipping the envelope over, she stared at the way her name had been written; in a complex calligraphy that was strangely beautiful and intriguing, but far from something ordinary. There was no return address, no way of knowing from whom the letter had been written, and while all of this seemed odd, she decided to open it and read what was inside. Perhaps it was an invitation to a gala or something of the sort, but what she found inside wasn’t exactly what she had mentally prepared for. Miss Kanna Ashur. Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. Let us go there, shall we? Signed, yours truly, W.R. The words had been written in the same exquisite penmanship as the addressed envelope and a strong perfume emitted from the actual parchment which gave her a soothing sensation as she brought the paper to her nose to inhale further. Something akin to rosemary and jasmine, maybe a little sandalwood; it was enticing, to say the least and she drenched herself with the aroma, falling in love with the scent as she suddenly began to feel extremely sleepy. Her eyes of ultramarine began to lull ever so slightly and before she knew it, before she could take a steady foot forward out of the garden, she fell face-first into the gravel she’d once been standing on. Passed out from what one would assume was poison, Kanna dreamt something extremely strange – her world had scrambled somehow, darkness consumed her vision but was soon illuminated by soft lighting of azure, and the feeling of free-falling was overwhelming. It was as if she were falling down a well and even though it was merely a feeling, when she looked around, chests of drawers were on either side of her; small trinkets were present, random bottles and knick-knacks dotted her surroundings of obsidian, but while she seemed to be falling down, everything else remained stationary. It wasn’t a fast fall, more like a downward floating in comparison, and the strangest thing of all was that she didn’t feel any sort of fear or scare of hitting bottom – on the contrary, she was excited to reach the end of this journey down into an abyss she couldn’t see. Soon, absolutely everything went blank as her descent was completed; there was no vision, no sound, nothing apparent except for a blinding light. However, a faint dinging sound could be heard from afar yet it was so distant that she couldn’t exactly pinpoint the location and attempted to search in whiteness for the wispy bell. Kanna finally opened her eyes widely and gasped loudly to catch her breath. Her body was lying flat as she had fallen earlier in her garden and as expected, she assumed she was still there but the first thing she saw was a man laying next to her. He seemed familiar, as if she’d met him previously, but right now, he was the least of her worries and couldn’t be bothered with trying to figure who he was. More importantly, she wanted to know where the hell she was. Without moving any muscles save for the nerves in her eyes, she peered over him to see if anyone was nearby or if she was even in her garden anymore. Kanna immediately knew that she wasn’t, this wasn’t where she was just a minute ago, this was a fucking nightmare that she desired to have no part of. Lifting herself up off her stomach, she turned around to sit on her bottom and looked down at what she was currently wearing: a delicate blue dress stained with dried blood, a white scalloped apron – complete with dried blood as well – black and white striped stockings that were ripped in various places, and a pair of black shoes with tiny blue bows. Glancing over at the man, he wore the exact same attire, however in a male variation with blue shorts and a white dress shirt which was also streaked with dried blood. His stockings were drenched in the blood though, making the white stripes a deep crimson and the black stripes even darker. What the hell had happened?! Who the hell was he?! Where the hell were they?! What the hell is going on?! Were they in Hell?! The series of hellish questions continued until the dinging began again and curiosity got the best of her, so she scanned the area to realize that they were actually in quite a beautiful place. They were nestled on a rock in the middle of a landscape that was prickled with giant mushrooms of all colours from purple, to orange, to blue; foliage of brilliant green, fresh creeks of sparkling water, enormous trees that ascended into a limitless blue sky, and a large waterfall could be seen in the distance. Behind the two was a gigantic mirror that rippled every time she looked at it, making her feel as if someone or something was watching them, and it made a queasy, uneasy sensation hit her gut. Kanna rolled onto her knees, shifting herself over to the man she swore she knew from somewhere before, and gently grasped his shoulder to shake him awake. “Excuse me, mister, do you know where we are?” she asked in a voice that didn’t seem like her own, even the way she spoke was different than normal and she noticed it instantly. While she shook the man and waited for him to gain consciousness, a small clockwork rabbit of white metal appeared in front of the mirror, ringing a tiny bell that had been the source of the dinging before, which caused her to stop moving and stare at it. The mechanism didn’t do anything but continue ringing the bell until the man woke up and only when he did would it do anything more. |
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| 座 Sachio | Dec 16 2017, 02:48 AM Post #2 |
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Just Hanging Around
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The rhythmic thuds of fist and palm meeting wood echoed through one of the training halls of the Knights of Fiore. Block. Block. Parry. Strike. Damien's muscles performed these actions on their own, while Damien's mind wandered. The movements were second nature to the man, as they had been performed countless times, and had been committed to muscle memory. Due to this, Damien was able to stay in fighting form, while losing himself in thought. Ever since being tainted by the Lord of Shadow, the only thing Damien could think of was how he could possibly erase the demon's influence upon him. He could feel the fiend inside of his mind. He felt the darkness that now resided within him. It was weak currently, but it intertwined with him, and he could feel it growing. That was the part that frightened him. He came to Fiore to escape his dark past, and he couldn't stand knowing that the darkness could overtake him, and drive him back into the life he left. He wasn't going to let the demon win. He couldn't stand knowing that it could be an outcome. There had been many nights when Damien was only in the company of himself and a bottle, where the feeling of giving up had consumed his mind. Every time, he remembered that dying would only mean that the darkness won in the end. He had to continue on, carrying yet another burden, on his path to redemption. A resounding crack of wood splintering snapped Damien out of his trance. This was the fourth dummy he had broken this month. With a heavy sigh, and the thought the bottle of wine he wouldn't be able to afford now thanks to more damage to knight property, Damien picked up the arm of the dummy he had broken off. Reaching with his right arm, Damien saw the bandages he used to wrap up his demonic limb, had become loose and torn in various places. The sight of the unnaturally dark coloring, and the unsettling energy flowing through it, only served to worsen Damien's mood. He knew he was going to have to accept what happened to him and use it to his advantage, but he just wasn't ready for that yet. The fear of what he will become, and the constant darkness that clouded his mind, just wouldn't let him move forward. Tearing his eyes off his arm, Damien took the broken wood and placed it upon the remaining arms of the dummy. He didn't have to worry about reporting it, due to the frequency of him doing this. Once someone saw it, they would know who to blame. The day was completely open for Damien. No assignments. No rumors of group criminal activity. Nothing. The day was his. With a training session done, Damien decided he would plan out his day during his shower. Entering his provided room from the Knights, Damien threw his gym bag on the bed and removed his shirt as he walked straight to the bathroom. Within seconds, steam filled the small room, fogging the glass, and letting Damien know the temperature was just right. After stripping down completely, Damien opened the glass door of the shower and sighed as the hot water washed over him. There were few things better than a nice shower after a workout session. Begrudgingly, Damien scrubbed his right arm quickly, so that it could be over and out of the way. "There is a bookstore that opened recently. Jazzy atmosphere. Coffee isn't too bad there either..." Damien thought to himself, as the hot water relaxed him. With a shrug, Damien figured his first idea was as good as any other, and committed to spending his day at the nearby bookstore. He was halfway through a story about a man and his dragon friend and was enjoying it thoroughly. Today was as good a day as any to finish it. He could even start the second book in the series of four. He had heard something about the books originally only supposed to be a trilogy, but the story got too deep and needed a fourth book. He was thankful for that. More for him to read. Switching the steaming water over to freezing cold, Damien wrapped up the final part of his shower. He found that using hot water and then ice cold water, helps relieve muscle tension and cleared the mind. It also served to close his pores, which helped maintain his clear skin. With a towel around his waist, Damien exited the shower and stood in front of the mirror. He wiped away the fog so that he could see his face, and went about finishing up his hygiene routine. Upon opening the bathroom door, the remaining steam rolled out with Damien's exit. After a stop at his closet, it didn't take long for Damien to be fully dressed and groomed. Refreshed from his shower, Damien headed towards the door, to begin his lovely day being lost in good books. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something sitting on his bed, which caused him to stop in his tracks. He hadn't heard any knocks on his door, nor did anyone have keys to his room. Cautiously, Damien approached the bed and saw the object was a small envelope, complete with a wax seal. "That wasn't here before. I am sure of it." Damien said to himself, as he picked up the envelope. The seal had the letters W and R pressed into it, which were initials Damien was unfamiliar with. Curious, but also apprehensive, Damien tore open the letter to read: Mister Damien Belmont. Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. Let us go there, shall we? Signed, yours truly, W.R. The last time Damien had followed strange messages, he ended up losing an arm and becoming a demon's toy. He wasn't a fool enough to see what would happen if he pressed his luck again. Damien scowled and ripped the fine parchment apart, before throwing it in the trash. "No thanks, W.R. I have enough shit to deal wi-" Damien never got a chance to finish his words before a powerful drowsiness hit him. The only thought he had as he fell to the ground, was that demons were the absolute worst. Damien knew he was falling, yet the feeling was strange. The first thing he noticed was the darkness that surrounded him before various pieces furniture began coming into his view. He was surely falling, down what seemed like an abyss, yet around him, household objects and decor joined him. This painted a very scene, that made Damien question his sanity. Was he dreaming? He had to be. Seeing common objects fall along with him did oddly ease the feeling he had from his predicament if it was all truly happening to begin with. Damien's confusion was only exacerbated by weird enjoyment that was starting to come over him. Perhaps this was it for Damien. Perhaps this was him snapping. He didn't know, and right now, he didn't care. Damien merely closed his eyes, and let his descent run its course. A shaking sensation roused Damien from his slumber, causing him to yawn and blink a few times as his eyes adjusted to his new environment. A loud ringing was the only sound he heard, bringing on another wave of confusion. Upon sitting up and rubbing his eyes, the ringing ceased. Now being almost coherent, Damien felt something was wrong. Looking down at himself, he saw that his normal attire had been replaced by an unsettling ensemble consisting of a dress shirt, shorts, and stockings, that were all drenched in what looked like blood. It took a while for Damien to gather his thoughts and take in what was going on around him. Wherever he was, it was somewhere he didn't recognize. Between the giant vibrant mushrooms, and the vivid coloration of the flora, Damien at least knew this had nothing to do with demons. Unfortunately, knowing that didn't make him feel any better. Turning his head, Damien saw someone familiar, and not something he thought he would wake up next to in this situation. "Kanna. I would say it is nice to see you again, but given the circumstances, I will reserve judgment on that." Damien's eyes narrowed as he looked past Kanna, and continued taking in his surroundings. The place was beautiful, but there was a strange feeling that seeped into him. It might not have been demonic in nature, but this place surely had its fair share of darkness. With a sigh, Damien looked back down at his new clothing. Not a single piece of his gear remained on his body. All he had was the power he resented. Looking down at his uncovered arm, Damien's face tightened. If things played out the way he hoped they didn't, he wasn't going to have a choice but to use his curse. "I faintly heard a voice, that I am assuming was yours. I don't know what you said, but I can guess it was something along the lines of asking where we are? I have no clue. I have traveled across Earthland, but this is no place I am familiar with. What I want to know is, why me? Why you? We have only met once. We are hardly connected. Is this some sort of cruel fate? Regardless, we need answers. Suggestions?" Damien stood up and began searching for a path they could take, hoping that things would soon start becoming clear. Someone or something had ruined Damien's day at the bookstore, and he was quite upset about it. Edited by Sachio, Dec 16 2017, 02:54 AM.
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| 裁 kanna | Dec 19 2017, 12:37 AM Post #3 |
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"Kanna. I would say it is nice to see you again, but given the circumstances, I will reserve judgment on that." Ripping her attention from the mirror and clockwork rabbit, Kanna stared with wide eyes of bright sapphire at the man who remembered her from a previous encounter. She tilted her head to the side, looking him up and down as she tried to recall their meeting, and watched him take in their surroundings. It took only a few seconds for her to think of exactly who he was – a maddening blush overwhelmed her features as she did, recollecting the beach and how forward, how unladylike she had been with him, but she also called to mind how kind and thoughtful he’d been towards her. They had some sort of connection, not necessarily love or lust; neither of which would be a suitable word to describe what it was, however, she knew they had quite a bit in common with one another. Damien, she thought to herself, noting his name mentally while a single digit pressed itself against her bottom lip as she delved deeper into thought. And suddenly, Kanna realized the dinging noise had completely stopped. When Damien decided to ramble on about stuff she had absolutely no control over, she thought that he had somehow been able to read her mind – no, they weren’t truly connected by natural means and had no other interactions besides one but something magnetized them together. To anyone else, they were simply strangers who had passed by one another sometime before but the fact that they remembered one another meant something, didn’t it? They had somehow caused impressions which lead to their recollections of one another and while some believed that soulmates, or those with ties on a spiritual level, were nonexistent, Kanna wasn’t one of those people and believed them to be here for some exact reason. She listened to what he had to say and when he asked for suggestions, she simply shrugged her shoulders in just as much confusion as him. “Damien,” she breathed with a cool and calm voice, “I have no answers to give you nor to give myself. For now, I suggest we remain close together and perhaps explore this place before –” Abruptly cut off by the mirror’s sudden rippling and the sound of cracking bones, Kanna gently grabbed hold of the collar of Damien’s shirt to get him to pay attention to what was happening in front of them. It was a good ten feet away but close enough to cause discomfort as a cat, a very eerie and disgustingly mutated cat, creaked its way through the mirror to perch in front of it, purring loud enough that it could almost deafen any noise coming from elsewhere. The rabbit was gone and alone, the cat lay lazily with a wide grin across its face – almost as if it were mocking them for being here. “Welcome to Wonderland, Alice and Alex. We’ll be gender specific with your names as to not cause confusion, alright?” The cat stood up and stretched out as it strode forward to cover the gap between them, only to stop a mere foot away from the two where it sat down and licked its paw. “I’m simply Cheshire Cat in this form and Boris in my human form and I’ll be your guide through Wonderland. Whilst I can’t help you achieve the objectives, I can give you advice – such as telling you to go left when you’re already going left. There is more than meets the eyes here and the reason for both of you being here, why you two were specifically chosen, is pretty simple: You’re both mad. Though rightfully through your own tribulations, you both have seen the worst of humanity and have, at one time, been the absolute worst of humanity. Here in Wonderland, there is no humanity, only carnage and madness. It’s a place of nightmares despite the beauty you see before you.” Yawning lazily, the cat began to disappear from its tail as it continued to speak. “Five objectives must be completed in order to leave Wonderland. You will know when and where they will take place as I will be there at an inappropriate time, no doubt, to reassure you of your actions. But first, you both must choose your weapon for the duration of your stay here and with that being said, I bid the both of you goodbye and good luck.” The cat disappeared before either Kanna or Damien could ask questions and as soon as it was gone, three weapons, cast in a bright yellow light, appeared in place of the cat. The first was what appeared to be a simple blade, the second was a rusted teapot, and the third was a damaged hobby horse – all of which were stained with blood from previous owners. When choosing their weapon, the light would speak one of the following statements: Vorpal Blade – Goes Snicker-Snack! It leaves ‘em dead! Swift and precise, the Vorpal Blade adds 150 to your speed stat. Teapot Cannon – Brand New! Throw an instant tea party! It’ll be a blast! Perfect for AoE and long-distance attacks, the Teapot Cannon adds 150 to your accuracy stat. Hobby Horse – Destroy obstacles with unbridled power! Stampede through the opposition! A smashing hit, the Hobby Horse adds 150 to your power stat. Once they chose their weapon, both Kanna and Damien would see the yellow light change to red, removing the weapon that wasn’t chosen, and say a final statement: By inflicting damage with one of these weapons onto a partner, the partner shall proceed to enter Hysteria Mode, where all stats are increased by 150 for the duration of 2 rounds, and they are completely frenzied with bloodlust. Using Hysteria Mode should be done with caution as partners may be inclined to kill one another. After the initial words from the Cheshire Cat was spoken, Kanna glanced at the appearance of weapons and released her grasp of Damien’s collar, silently apologizing for being so brash and masculine. She exhaled softly as she lowered her head, staring idly at the ripped black and white stockings, counting the blood splatters with hardly any enthusiasm and tried to think of what to say or do. They were being forced into doing neither of them wanted or desired to do yet Kanna, deep in her heart, yearned for relentless killing in a place where she wouldn’t be judged or hated for what she did. That would have happened if Damien wasn’t here – he was far too righteous to not subject her to what it was she was doing wrong. From under a fringe of ivory hair, the Ashur glanced at Damien’s disfigured arm for a second before cutting her eyes back to the blood on her stockings. What’s he done to deserve that? Is he capable of doing this game? Appearances surely can be deceiving, but he’s too nice to play this. Maybe I should put him out of his misery? Maybe I shouldn’t do anything. Internally struggling with what to do or say, the Blood Mage quipped rather quietly, “Well, which one do you want?” |
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