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nexus_crossings2018-05-05 10:43 am
onewiththerevel) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-05-05 10:43 am
Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel
[With the changing of seasons, many Nexus visitors are very happy to see the snow melt away and life returning to their beloved home. Spring is here!
It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.
The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.
On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.
The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.
The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.
But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]
((Here's your OOC guide guide to this event. Post when you can as you like, no worries. Have fun!))
((The second half of the event is live link here Please read the OOC thread so you know the details!))
It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.
The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.
On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.
The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.
The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.
But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]
((Here's your OOC guide guide to this event. Post when you can as you like, no worries. Have fun!))
((The second half of the event is live link here Please read the OOC thread so you know the details!))
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Joshua wants to hurt her. Metaphorically. Physically. Anything to make her face twist in pain. The chance never comes.
His world comes crashing down in a cacophony of shattered glass and mirrored fragments. Reflecting his ugly self and the even uglier truth staring at all of them. All of David's excuses were just so convenient. The money was good and he was getting to do something he excels in for good this time.
What a fucking joke.
Joshua doesn't want to believe it. He wouldn't believe it--if Caspar's explanation wasn't screaming through his head with all the subtlety of a multi car pileup. David fits the description Caspar gave of Adia's stalker. He's admitted to being in love with her before. And he took the alias 'Josh', the man he claims to have so much kindred spirit with.
The man who's been helping him torture his murder victims psychologically before he--
The wine glass Josh had been holding shatters against the ground where it's been dropped. Its ruby red life blood spilling across the floor. Bethany looks up at Joshua from the puddle's edge with a lopsided tilt to her head that threatens to rip it right off its severed base if she moves much more. He feels clawed hands closing over his shoulder with razor sharp nails piercing his flesh. Hannah and Beth don't have to say anything.
He's a monster.
"Y...you son of a bitch." Josh's voice is shaking, wide green eyes all but begging Jeff to tell him it's not true only for those hopes to be dashed.
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"You can try to go back to your old life, Joshua. Or I can help you tame the darkness within. Maybe you'll be a better student than Jeffrey..." She digs her claws into Jeff's skin, drawing a dark black substance which clearly isn't blood. "You can have it all. Money. Power. Any wish your heart wants, I can grant it."
Jeff manages to look up at Josh, after being forced to stare at the dropped wine glass. His eyes are full of concern and worry, as if he wants to tell Josh to say no. Don't take her offer.
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Does Jeff know what he's done to Joshua? Does Joshua know what he's done to all those people? In a way, yes. The same thing he'd done to his friends back at Blackwood Mountain. None of them would have known it was fake. None of them would have known it wasn't real. How many of them broke mentally before Jeff killed them? How many of them did Joshua hurt without ever lifting a finger to them?
His stomach rolls but there's nothing inside to throw up. It leaves Josh dry heaving instead while trying not to hyperventilate at the same time as a full bodied panic settles in to his bones.
When Jeff looks up at Josh he might as well be looking at a corpse. There's no life in Joshua's eyes, only tear streaked emptiness as his broken mind retreats in on itself and wraps Joshua up in his own personal hell. Nothing Sara says is getting through to him and Jeff knows all too well the only thing Joshua would want right now anyway.
Not power, not money. Not love nor fame.
He wants to die.
He deserves to die after everything he's done. His sisters are there and suffocating him in a way they haven't been for months. Hannah's claws puncturing deep into cartilage and muscle while Beth peers up at her brother with rotted eyeless sockets that stare directly into his soul.
You can't change, brother. You're a monster just like us. You'll never be anything else....
Joshua Washington sinks to his knees and the madness of the festivities pass over his head as unheeded as the waves are to the fish living below the surface. There is no use for this one. He's already catatonic or damn near. There wouldn't be anything left to take from him. But Sara has succeeded in at least one angle of her attack:
She broke Jeff's only real friend.
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In that split second, Jeff stands and grabs both of her arms, stepping between her and the near catatonic Josh. He knows what Josh wants, but the teenager doesn't deserve it. He needs a real second chance, not something he's offering.
"Josh. You have to get up and run. Live on. I messed up, but you can change..."
"Neither of you can change..."
"You can just shut up for a few minutes!" In a rare display of rebellion, Jeff removes his hand and punches Sara across the face. The older woman breaks free from Jeff's grasp, stepping back a few feet, her body starts to glow purple.
Jeff turns, quickly placing one hand on Josh's shoulder. "Go. You have to move on and forget about me. Live your life the way you want to without anyone telling you what to do, Josh."
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If the boy dies, it will die too.
So it plays on Joshua's broken mind, uses his hallucinations to influence him. A piercing shriek and sharp nails dig into Josh's shoulder where Jeff puts his hand on him. Hannah is trying to pull him away while Beth urges him to leave. It is his sisters' voices Joshua listens to rather than Jeff's but all the same Joshua's feet stumble and carry him away from this festival of madness. Weaving through throngs of people and stumbling down stairs and away.
Until the cries of chaos are vague murmurs on the wind and Josh is left standing alone staring down into his hands in the middle of the Plaza, unaware of the world around him.
He's a monster.
Everything he thought he was doing was a lie.