pathetic influence.

this bitch.

real or otherwise, her words sting, cutting too deep for comfort.

"the likes of me are able to be content with what we have."

his words fall a little too FLAT.

he stands up straighter, taller, and meets the gaze of the woman, ready for a COLLISION.

"so, piss off. i'm sure she's more than good enough already."

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with Evette Moreau in the mist
3/3, can escape from mist

@soiree

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Was this altogether still Eve’s nightmare? It was probably a bit difficult to tell. The girl was still looking down, working through matters herself. Meanwhile, the apparition arched a bemused brow, looking down as well. Only it looked down upon this man. Since it was feeding on Eve’s subconscious, a case could be made that it was actually Eve pouncing on this, but that was a matter open to all kinds of debates.
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All that could be said for sure was that in some capacity, it was real in that moment. And that was all that mattered. “My, it seems I have rabbled the rouble-rouser here indeed. Of course, when faced with harsh truths your kind only knows to react with adversity and immature little words. If it was not so…pedestrian, I might even consider it cute. At least she knows well enough to use the truth for self-evaluation. Meanwhile, you cannot even look the truth in the eye. After all, when has someone truly content with themselves and their situation ever have had to espouse such to others?”


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there's no way this is danny's nightmare, or at least that's what he tells himself. but in truth, there are aspects of it that speak to him, that pull on the appropriate strings.

"tch."

for now, he turns his attention to eve herself, ignoring the woman as he kneels down beside her. he reaches out for her shoulders, gently shaking.

"it's not real, alright? come on. we gotta get out of the mist."

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with Evette Moreau in the mist
3/3, can escape from mist

@soiree

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the mist makes it easier to ignore the many faces and bodies around him. they're not who he's searching for, and through the thick of it, he doesn't find her.

has her wig fallen off? is she still in disguise? and why are more unown here?

he pulls out his phone, opening up the unown report. he falls FLAT, however, and finds nothing.

stepping to the side to avoid a COLLISION, he ventures on, searching for lulu.

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in disguise
nightmares with Lulu Flint
3/3 i can escape pog

@soiree

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The touch almost makes her recoil, but she did realize that it was the man who kind of wanted to help. So far, that had not worked out. But she could easily enough accept the sentiment, at the absolute least.
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Thus, she instead looked up towards him, watery eyes and a pang of guilt within them. “I….I think I know that it isn’t real. But isn’t it?” That was probably confusing. It confused her, at the very least. “I mean….this…this couldn’t just be made by someone else, right? No one here knows. Just…me. So if this isn’t real, and she is saying that, doesn’t that mean I think she’d say that? This can only be drawn from me, so I must be believing it…”

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his breath returns to him the moment they step away. he gasps for it, embracing the feeling of relief that overcomes him. it doesn't last particularly long, however, as the sight of unown and chaos fills him with dread.

"what the fuck?"

like mars, cian reads the following words that appear: CENTRIPETAL, XENIC, and PERIGEE.

unlike mars, cian doesn't bother looking up at the stars. who has time for stargazing?

"let's go, mars."

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@soiree

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"i'm here."

it's with care that he holds her, arms wrapping around her to keep her close. he exhales, relishing her presence as his eyes scan the vicinity around them, seeing flashes of unown and chaos.

somehow, they avoid a COLLISION, and after a breath, he rises back to his feet, pulling her up with him.

"i got you. we need to get out of here, eva."

because something feels amiss, almost like they aren't meant to be in this DIMENSION.

through the thick of the mist, he whistles, and seeing a flicker of what he knows to be virizion's MAGICAL LEAVES, he follows after it, attempting to find their way out.

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"well..."

he struggles to find the right words, but after a breath, he continues.

"even if you do believe it doesn't make it true. i don't know you, like, at all, but i know that you don't deserve to be talked to like this."

and then, he offers a smile.

"whatever you're going through, just know you're in no rush, and that you can take your time to get there."

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with Evette Moreau in the mist
3/3, can escape from mist

@soiree

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so caught up in his own affairs, greyson doesn't realize the extent at which the party had gone from peaceful, to full FUBAR. one second he's pulling rank - a shameful act, and one he'd no doubt regret - and the next, he's swarmed by clouds of pink mists, and feeling an exhilaration that surges through him.
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all at once, it turns black, and the scenery shifts.
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greyson stands before a crowd, center stage and cheered on, as his body moves with its own volition to approach a figure beneath spotlight. to his right and left, he sees the familiar faces of MATIAS SILPH , Stormy Silph , and even Katherine Fairburne as they clap, smile, and urge him forward. he wants nothing more than to stop and tear himself away from this dream, but finds that he is merely a silent passenger.
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as he approaches, he catches sight of Guinevere Auclair, DANNY HALL, and his parents , all at the fore-front of the crowd and cheering louder than anyone else around them. the simulacrum of himself smiles towards them, giving them both a wave, and the real him feels a deep, stabbing pain in his chest.
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each step brings him closer to the lone figure at the end, and it's one he recognizes from the dinner: kyle lopez.
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"is this...?"
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his mind trails off as he accepts the champion's — no, former champion's — hand.
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"did i beat the elite four...?"
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turning, kyle faces the crowd, mic in hand, as he gives an introductory speech. he spins a tail of their close battle, and greyson's incredible battle style, before...
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everything freezes.
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it's almost as if someone had pressed 'pause' on all of reality. greyson's imaginary hackles rise, and in a flash, the scene shifts. all the people that had welcomed and congratulated him looked on with twisted expressions. even the crowd, so explosive in their support, had gone quiet and eerie.
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his eyes turn to danny and gwen, only, they're gone. violets sweep up and around him in panic to find everyone gone. his friends, his allies, and worst of all, even his family had vanished.
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a pained cold wrapped around him, seeping into his flesh and bone, piercing through all his emotional and mental defenses. he wanted to scream out — to cry — but nothing escaped him.
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the sound of his heart beating echoed throughout the arena, more thunderous and powerful than even the cheering crowd from before. each pulse seemed to slow, and with it, the lights flickered and dulled.
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when it fell silent, he was plunged into a never-ending abyss of black.
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entirely alone.

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