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paradisa2013-05-07 11:20 am
solowingpixy) wrote in paradisa2013-05-07 11:20 am
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10th Sortie
[So in a particularly blood-coated, dark and gorey room, Pixy is laying right in the middle of the floor. Cuz, y'know, that's the best place for a crazy guy to lay around. In the middle of the floor. What, you've got a better idea?
His gun is firmly in his hand (even moreso after his run-in with Church in the medical bay) and his journal is laying open next to him; it must have fallen out of his pocket or something. Hell, he's barely aware of the thing. Voices come out of everywhere, he's not going to pay particular mind to the book that's always spouting nonsense, like 'saving those on the Event Horizon', 'Where's the Lewis and Clark crew' and so on and so forth.
He lays completely still as he stares blankly towards the ceiling, watching his hallucinations; a single crow circling above him while occasionally familiar faces look down at him. Faces that even in this state, he still recognized.]
It's worse. It's all growing steadily worse. The suffering is going to continue. They'll all know what it's like soon enough. All of them are idiots. Don't they know what only waits for them here is a fate worse than death?
Why are they so painfully unaware of the one, simple thing that can save their miserable little minds?
If they're caught, they'll be shattered. They won't have their life to speak of anymore. Pain. Suffering. Burning. Screaming. All of it continuous. Neverending. Everything they fought for- everything they ever lived for- gone in an instant.
You are all fools to not listen. There is a way for you to be saved. Why aren't you listening?
[His eyes'll narrow when he sees a familiar face again, peering down on him with judging eyes. The man doesn't say a word, while Pixy just sneers, aiming his gun at the hallucination.]
You've come to see me suffer too, Demon Lord? Hell of an appropriate place for you to be.
...
Without beginning or end, the ring stretches into the infinite.
[And then a gunshot echoed throughout the journal.]
[[ooc: This can be heard by you buddies on the Lewis and Clark- while it's also open to those on the Event Horizon. Bear in mind for the latter crew that he will shoot on sight. If you'd like any sort of injury (lethal or otherwise), please refer to here! Otherwise we'll just say his aim is deteriorating in his lovely state of nutso.]]
His gun is firmly in his hand (even moreso after his run-in with Church in the medical bay) and his journal is laying open next to him; it must have fallen out of his pocket or something. Hell, he's barely aware of the thing. Voices come out of everywhere, he's not going to pay particular mind to the book that's always spouting nonsense, like 'saving those on the Event Horizon', 'Where's the Lewis and Clark crew' and so on and so forth.
He lays completely still as he stares blankly towards the ceiling, watching his hallucinations; a single crow circling above him while occasionally familiar faces look down at him. Faces that even in this state, he still recognized.]
It's worse. It's all growing steadily worse. The suffering is going to continue. They'll all know what it's like soon enough. All of them are idiots. Don't they know what only waits for them here is a fate worse than death?
Why are they so painfully unaware of the one, simple thing that can save their miserable little minds?
If they're caught, they'll be shattered. They won't have their life to speak of anymore. Pain. Suffering. Burning. Screaming. All of it continuous. Neverending. Everything they fought for- everything they ever lived for- gone in an instant.
You are all fools to not listen. There is a way for you to be saved. Why aren't you listening?
[His eyes'll narrow when he sees a familiar face again, peering down on him with judging eyes. The man doesn't say a word, while Pixy just sneers, aiming his gun at the hallucination.]
You've come to see me suffer too, Demon Lord? Hell of an appropriate place for you to be.
...
Without beginning or end, the ring stretches into the infinite.
[And then a gunshot echoed throughout the journal.]
[[ooc: This can be heard by you buddies on the Lewis and Clark- while it's also open to those on the Event Horizon. Bear in mind for the latter crew that he will shoot on sight. If you'd like any sort of injury (lethal or otherwise), please refer to here! Otherwise we'll just say his aim is deteriorating in his lovely state of nutso.]]
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[What is he talking about?! ... Wasn't he babbling about a Demon Lord or something when he first showed up in Paradisa, too?
And then she hears the gunshot. Her breath catches in her throat... was that something happening to him? Or was he defending himself against something...? She's been hearing enough over the journal to know things are pretty crazy if he's on the other ship!]
Pixy?! Are you okay?!
[She's not worried about him any more than she would be about anyone else. Just normal concern for a fellow human being. That's all.]
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Finally, there's a quiet sigh.]
No.
No one is okay.
Not in this place.
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... Are you on the Event Horizon? What's happening over there?
[She's actually kind of afraid to ask, but what she doesn't know is just making it sound horrifying whenever she opens the journal, anyway.]
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Madness. Madness at every corner. The pain. The screams. No one is listening.
No one can run. No where to hide. There is only one escape from them.
Only one salvation.
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We'll get you out of there, okay?
[Or... someone will, at least. She's staying far away from the manuals and repairs and control panels and whatever and letting more qualified people handle it. She just wants Pixy to calm down...]
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He may suddenly yell too.]
Stop following me, Demon Lord! Have I not seen enough hell without your interference!?
[Aaand he'll be shooting at the hallucination again. Don't you just love hearing gunshots, Rise?]