Event | Landfall | Death

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and every!
Date: August 10th - 31, 2013
Location: The realm of Death as accessed via Sinbrilee
Situation: Death is the third of the realms; characters that wander here are subject to their worst fears and nightmares.
Warnings/Rating: Please place content warnings in subject headers!

Sinbrilee | Dreaming | Death

Life. Dreaming. Death. Three realms overlaid upon one another and yet each distinctly their own. They dwell in Life and do so live upon the back of the great turtle as those of Sinbrilee did upon the shell of his sister. However, there stand numerous arches of marble throughout the ruined city that are inlaid with runes beyond understanding. Those that live and breathe which step through those whose runes have crumbled round the etchings slowly ooze a black goo find themselves entering into the realm of Death.

Those expecting the malleable invitation of Dreaming are met by disappointment and decay. Death is final and unforgiving, having no mind or function to share its control or plan. Unpredictable to when it strikes, this realm is in a persistent state of flux of decay and regrowth. The is but one constant here: Fear.

Fear permeates the air and the mind, carrying with it misery and extreme temperatures that may shift from frigid to desert-hot in seconds. It is everywhere in the ruins that represent Sinbrilee here and it is everywhere in the city that rises at random, enjoying the height of its glory before crumbling with the eerie screams of thousands dying. Graves emerge here and there, frosted by the cold -- then suddenly, the tombstones are cracked from the wear of time.

Malicant's taint seeps into all things here and Death flourishes for it, stirring up visions and stags of one's deepest fears and the darkest parts of their lives. It holds its own parody of life, sensing intruders and acting to inspire the most terrifying heights of fear that it may. Sometimes it ebbs for a few minutes, only to renews its assault of nightmares with redoubled effort.

Fear and misery; the landscape and events play out without mind to the peace of these visitors. And yet, for every terrifyingly real detail, nothing here exists beyond this realm; 'constructs' simply fade if taken through the archways and even the greatest scientific minds or tools will reveal nothing of its source. This is an ancient magic of an ancient realm, too malicious to allow any to walk away with some trophy of it.

Note: Due to the fluid and highly individual nature of Death, no official subheaders will be provided in the comments of this post. Feel free to post and thread however you like, so long as the rules of Death are adhered to.

Comments

[wingedwarrior]

If you mean about the bypass, no. I don't think they trusted me since I'd been around the humans for so long. [She gestures back to Earth.] You saw the angry Thanagarians, right? You can guess what happened after I learned about that.

[I let down everyone.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[There's a brief moment of silence as Diana contemplates her words. Her expression doesn't soften, still upset and close to rage, but she manages to reign it in as she weighs in what Shayera said.

Two minutes later, she's slamming her arms against the cage again with renewed vigor.]

[wingedwarrior]

[And her's the mix of confusion and surprise on her face as the rattling of the cage echos in the plane. It almost shocked her out of moping. Almost.] I don't get you people. You barely know me, and yet you fight for me as you would a close friend.

[bridgetothemyscira]

You [Clang!] misunderstand. [Bang. Clang! Bang!] I am not doing this to fight for you. [Bang!] I simply want to hit you right now.

[wingedwarrior]

[There's a quiet, sadly bitter laugh on her end, and she flicks a hand in the air as if she can't bring herself to care.] There's the Diana I know, always gotta land a punch.

[Though the cage is beginning to wear down, dents very visible in the bars.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

Are you just going to sit there and wait for this to break then? [Oh look, it's giving. Good. She focuses on the parts that are dented, hitting those even harder.]

[wingedwarrior]

When I've let down more people than I can count that I care about. I deserve punishment, however bad it may be. [Enve if it scared her these things could happen, she probably wouldn't stop them. The bars begin to bend more, close to the point of breaking.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[Good, that's much better, and she starts putting more effort in her hits even if her arms were starting to strain with the effort to move. She's been at this for long, and she didn't have her strength to back it up. Still, she was determined to break it down.]

This isn't punishment. [Going to pry this open now.] This is self-pity. Have you not learned from your mistakes?

[wingedwarrior]

That doesn't mean Earth forgot. [She knows where her allegiance is now, but a lot of Earth, hell even some of the League, doesn't accept her back yet.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

Of course not. You do not forget these things. [She doesn't. Her mother doesn't. It was why they imprisoned Ares for long, and yet it did not stop Persephone despite her memories.] But a wise man once told me-- [There, finally. She can pull these apart.] --that turning our backs on what happened is frankly, stupid, and we should face it head on to make progress.

[She offers a hand to Shayera, as a way to drag her out of the cage.] Now what would it be, Shayera?

[wingedwarrior]

[Never thought she'd hear Diana complimenting a man other than a close friend in the League. She's really starting to like this Diana more than her own, which was... probably really mean. There's a long pause, before Shayera reaches out to take the hand of, let's face it, her new-found friend.] I really needed that figurative slap in the face, didn't I?

[bridgetothemyscira]

Be happy that it wasn't the real thing. [Not that Shayera can't take it, though now that she can get her out, she will go ahead and hug her.] Can we leave this place now? [Her arms hurt from the effort and she was kinda bruised up from where she had kept hitting the cage, but it was easy to ignore in favor of a hug.

Though ouch, yes those hurt like hell.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Well, that certainly wasn't expected. Diana was. Hugging her? She could count on one hand the number of people who'd ever hugged her before, and Diana was not on that list, nor was it ever likely she would be. And Shayera? Well, she basically has no idea how to react to this. Her arms raise awkwardly, constantly hesitating to reciprocate the gesture, and flailing occasionally.

But eventually, she settles for a rather awkward hug, as though it's never happened before.] ... yeah, let's. Go. [Still so very awkward.]

[bridgetothemyscira]

[You suck at hugs, Shayera. Still, it appeases her, and Diana pulls away long enough to actually get them off the cage. However...]

Which way is the exit, exactly?

[wingedwarrior]

[Shut up, okay, she's bad at physical contact that doesn't involve a fist and a face.] I have no idea. I guess we just have to look for the archway I walked through.

[bridgetothemyscira]

I don't recall where that may be. Perhaps back at that floating machine we were at. [One day, she will know it's the Watch Tower.]

[wingedwarrior]

The Watchtower. [Well, the have to start somewhere, and at least her wings are repaired now.] Let's go there.