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Finding the first relatively familiar Megalopolan that she could, Yuina's line of questioning only came up with more questions... They recalled it was seven months ago that their ship had been destroyed, but little else. The toxic chains must have gotten to them all first as the poisonous perils swept across the region... It was all some calling card for what was to come, like something was garnering power in spreading its influence over all of Hoenn.[break]
The only other information that she garnered was that they were on a ship... And if they all couldn't figure out how to get out of here soon, they would be lost to the toxic chains just like the Megalopolans already were...[break][break]
She had more questions, she had more that she wanted to know, and things she didn't... Yuina wanted retribution for the Hisuians that died at their hands, but knowing that they were just as captive in this place as she was... How did that saying go? The enemy of my enemy is my friend?[break][break]
Eventually the dream began to dissipate, and it was an impossibly cruel reminder that they were in fact prisoners as Yuina woke with a start atop Doug's chest, leaned back against him on their shared cot, in their shared cell, imprisoned still... So the city was the dream... And this was their reality.[break][break]
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The influence of the toxic chain was quick to take hold, flooding her again in desire for her vision, longing for the fulfilment it could provide. Knowing those feelings were out there made her ache... Even though they were feelings that would replace what she was already gaining. Being unabashedly thrust back into the thick of it, the toxins pulsing through her, Yuina could hardly think of anything more...[break][break]
And the 'days' bore on...[break][break]
Meal time and 'The Laughing Hour' twice a day, once in the 'morning' and once at 'night' to begin and end their 'day'. The Mochi was plentiful, it was clear they would never be without sustenance or would have to ration anything, but where Yuina could really only stomach one or two portions at a time, coupled with the growing unease and uncertainty of everything, it was growing more difficult to eat... Or rather, it was growing more difficult to want to eat. She never thought that she would grow so much disdain for a particular color that the sight of it would make her stomach lurch...[break][break]
Regardless of being on a ship, it seemed the supply of tera crystals and tera shards was endless. Crates of them were supplied every day, strewn about the center of their ward for all of them to take up and polish with nothing else but the uniforms they wore and their hands. The monotony of it all was taxing, grueling, the 'time' passed by endlessly with nothing else to occupy Yuina's thoughts... Though, as 'time' went on, as the 'days' continued, she found that she was thinking less and less during the 'day'.[break]
Her focus was waning, the toxic chain was doing its work, fueling her with the toxins that promised her vision. Without focus though, the tera shards only proved to be more difficult to work with. Each 'day' brought a new collection of cuts and punctures, even along her arms, legs, sides, whatever section of her uniform she might have been using to polish. The pain was getting more difficult to rely on too... it did little to tear her away from the despair and longing...[break][break]
Where at first Yuina hated the idea of being thankful for anything that they could be provided here, getting to go back to the Chamber of Desires had become a delight. Anything to see into The Mask again, to feel fulfilled, to feel whole again, to remember those faces of a family she wanted to know so desperately. They called her Alexandria... They looked at her with so much love and adoration... And every time The Mask had to be drawn away, it only plunged her deeper into the hole.[break][break]
Getting thrown into the feeding pit for the first time was jarring enough that Yuina still felt like she wanted to fight back, nearly gagging at the feeling of discarded mochi squishing beneath her. She hated to think that
DESIREE BLOOMS had been subject to this, the rage of it fueled her for a brief moment, but it was quickly overshadowed when she got kicked in the side by the monster looming in the darkness.[break]
Every time after, her collection of cuts were accompanied by new bruises or welts, for even as the monster tired over the course of the subsequent 'days', so did Yuina... But... The Toxic Chain would grant her her vision eventually, right?[break][break]
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Every 'day' she became more lost... Disappearing and withering to the influence of the chain and the physical and psychological torment of it all. But every 'night' that she came back to their cot... It was the only thing left the brought her back to any sense of self.[break]
Whether her head rested against Doug's chest, or his head against hers, feeling him there... His breathing, his heartbeat, him... He was the only thing that kept her from succumbing entirely. For even as her body was a shell, a husk filled with poisonous promises and toxic manipulation, they would wake together in the dream scape, and she was Yuina again.[break][break]
It was their only escape, their only reprieve, even knowing that waking meant returning to their living hell. But these moments now meant everything to Yuina, knowing how gone she was to the world on the outside. Seeing his face brought her so much comfort, his arms wrapped around her made her feel safe. The sound of his voice was so stabilizing, and the warmth of his skin against hers made her feel whole... He made her feel whole. And she knew that even if that life was out there, that family, her past... That she could never have it without him. She would never be whole.[break][break]
The moments in the Megalopolis Dream that weren't spent with Doug, she made sure to find
DESIREE BLOOMS every 'night', to make sure that her angel was alright, to make sure that they could still find each other... The fury at the idea of loosing Desiree to this place that over took Yuina made her seethe. She wouldn't have it. If ever there was a time she couldn't find Desiree, she wasn't sure how much she wouldn't be able to take it out on the blue faces that passed them by on the streets. She was already still trying to bury her anger against them from their transgressions beneath the swamps...[break][break]
Otherwise, Yuina did what she could to try and understand
the odd feelings of 'time' within the dream. She tried to focus on what the feeling truly meant, wondering why in this dream space she could feel it but it disappeared the moment she opened her eyes on the outside. Were there 'nights' that it was stronger? Did the sensation change at all? And why still, after 'days' of being here and 'nights' spent in this place, could no one else feel it?
John Sullivan[break][break]
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NOTES
- Ugly Ward[break]
- Rolling with Despairing Disadvantage (yikes lol)[break]
- Finds out that they are probably on a ship from a Megalopolan? And that if they spend too long here, they won't be able to get out from the Toxic Chain[break]
- Relents to being big mad at the megalopolans... For now. The enemy of my enemy is my friend[break]
- Rolled a 5, Yuina is not doing good. Doesn't matter what she's doing, it's not good. Gets cut by tera shards, kicked and whipped by Ogerpon, and the Toxic Chain's influence is getting stronger, her vision must be attainable...[break]
- Dream Megalopolis is the only escape, she's loosing on the outside, but at least she can be with
John Sullivan and find
DESIREE BLOOMS and feel like Yuina again[break]
- Still mad at the megalopolans for BMI and for killing the Hisuians, but it's not the time[break]
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Main Action: In
Dream/Dream World Yuina tries to understand more about the odd interference in time[break]