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Post by xavier on Jun 2, 2012 9:51:33 GMT -6
Notes : Xavier's nightmare will be a vision of his mother's dead , being murdered by his father and the facing part will be where Xavier face his father on top of the throne tower in an epic duel till one falls.
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Post by ireland on Jun 4, 2012 19:57:44 GMT -6
The wind howled around the dreamer in the darkness, dragging at his clothes and hair and threatening to blow him off his feet if it were only a little bit stronger. It changed direction at random, as though it was a sentient being. Every few seconds it would come from another side, the previous wind dying off only when the new one was established. It buffeted the dreamer constantly, never ceasing, almost seeming to attack the dreamer.
An eerie howling echoed through the darkness. It began far away, fading in and out with the wind. It seemed to come from whichever direction the wind did, until soon it began to grow louder. Louder, louder, until it surrounded the dreamer, a howl like to raise the hair on his arms. The wind grew stronger, coming from more than one direction at once, as the howl slowly morphed into a blood-curdling scream. It went on and on, as though the screamer never had to breathe. As it continued, the area around the dreamer began to lighten. The darkness was no longer impenetrable; it became possible to discern black smoke blowing with the wind, a bleak grey and muted brown landscape dimly visible when the smoke thinned slightly.
The smoke continued to thin as the noise and the wind grew to a crescendo, buffeting the dreamer from all sides. Then, suddenly, it was gone, leaving a sort of ringing silence in its wake. The rest of the smoke cleared slowly.
As it did, two figures were revealed near the dreamer on the barren landscape. The taller of the two stalked after the smaller figure, a sword clenched in his hand. Both figures bore more than a passing resemblance to the dreamer. A moment of examination would reveal that the taller figure bore the visage of the dreamer’s father; the other figure, his mother. The dreamer’s father lashed out with his sword, knocking the mother to the ground. He raised the sword, preparing to strike.
Your choices...
- Try to make it to the figures in time to intercept the strike.
- Shout to get the man’s attention.
- Throw something at the man to distract him.
- Ignore the scene and explore the landscape.
- Do nothing.
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Post by xavier on Jun 5, 2012 19:37:37 GMT -6
The night would chilly as it would be perfect suiting for the laughable and chilling prologue that would be about to come. In a mere space of void where no ends nor colors would be found , but only a complete sight of nothingness, Xavier would soon be teleported into a place that would seem awfully familiar to him. Unclear yet vivid , a part of the youth's memory would seem to be missing as he would be sure of himself that he has came upon these grounds before. Unfortunately , the youth wouldn't have the time to wander arround as time were short at hand right now. Without noticing why , nor how , Xavier would suddenly found himself on top of a tower that would also seem to be awfully familiar to him , though this time a scream of despair and terror would break the monotony reactions of the boy as he would suddenly see his mother appearing infont of him and his father attempting to kill her.
''No!!!''
Screaming in a outrageous tone , Xavier would run toward his mother in a inhuman speed to try and block the sword hit in any mean. Even if it meant to use himself as a shield , no hesitation would be made at the moment. Trying to make it to his dad in time to intercept the strike. The boy would dash toward his mother while taking his blade Redemption out in an attempt to stop his old man's blow. All this would seem to be too out of normal and confusing as the youth's mind wouldn't follow up and comprehend the situation here. Why his father would be trying to kill his mother? Why would he ever do that to her?
''Why are you doing this father!? Stop it!''
Indeed, this would be one of the things that Xavier would fear the most ,ever since his departure upon the hell realm. In the expectation that one day they would actually meet face to face and have a duel , the boy would have never felt ready for this before even though that he has thought of it before. Indeed , this would be predicted , though no way it would be under such circumstances as his old man would currently be trying to kill his mother for unknown reasons instead of a royal duel that he has always thought since his departure. In any case , Xavier would be angry right now as he would be ready to face his father for the sake to protect his mother. Heck , the youth would be even ready to fight him head on right now with the rage that he would be currently carrying.
''I believed in you...''
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Post by ireland on Jun 6, 2012 20:50:57 GMT -6
As the dreamer ran, he would find that time slowed to a crawl, as though it were a movie where the most painful part had to be watched in slow motion. The only person who seemed unaffected by the change in time was the figure of the father. He had time to smirk, flashing the expression to the desperate dreamer as though he found his efforts nothing but amusing. Then, with a single quick strike, the sword in the father’s hand sliced across the mother’s body.
Bright red blood blossomed on the mother’s chest. A pained gasp escaped her, turning into a burble as blood began to bubble up from her lips. It dripped down her chin, joining the growing stain across her chest. The mother struggled to rise, to move, but the blood draining from her body took her strength with it, and she fell into the puddle of blood already forming beneath her. Pained, pleading eyes stared up at the dreamer for a moment before they began to cloud over. ”Xavier,” she gasped, choking, her voice failing her as her lifeblood continued to seep away into the ground. She tried to say something else, but only blood came out. The resulting coughing fit soon turned into choking, and then… to nothing at all. The mother’s eyes clouded over, her struggles ceasing, and she lay dead in the pool of her blood.
The ground beneath the father’s feet was stained dark red as he turned to smirk at the dreamer. The sword, now splashed with a much brighter-seeming red, was still held loosely in his hand. The body of the mother lay at his feet, ignored. ”You believed in me?” the father mocked mercilessly, his smirk taking on a nasty edge. ”You sound like a child. You are a child. Couldn’t even save your own mother, could you?”
Your choices...
- Attack the father.
- Challenge him to a fight.
- Scream at him.
- Try to revive the mother.
- Do nothing.
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