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luministi2012-09-04 11:30 pm
grandbellknight) wrote in luministi2012-09-04 11:30 pm
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[Croix never found out what happened to him when this "balance" or whatever was struck. Not until recently, when it may as well be too late.
It began about three days after, actually. For some reason, he found it just a little harder to move around. His body felt heavy, like it took more energy just to do simple things. Next came the fever - annoying at first, but easy enough to ignore. The dizzy spells, though... can't really ignore those, or hide them. Damn.
He did get dragged to the clinic, but they didn't know what was wrong and just sent him home to rest. Which he planned to do, but...
When Croix gets back to his townhouse, it's all he can do to get the damn door open, he has so little strength anymore. Somehow, he makes it to the living room, but that's as far as he gets before his legs completely give out. His knees hit the floor and his hands go to his head. His mind is suddenly screaming. This is nothing he's ever felt before - a sudden rush of red-hot emotions and thoughts... and none of them good. Fear. Anger. Hate. Why? Why is he feeling this way? These aren't even his own feelings - or are they?
Something clicks. He may not have ever felt this way for himself, but he's heard of this happening plenty of times. He's even seen it for himself. He's watched hundreds succumb to this, and seen many of them go on panicked rampages, sometimes losing their lives - or just taking their own because of it... Croix realizes that, for some reason, he has the powers of a Reyvateil. An IPD Reyvateil, and a high-level one, he thinks, considering he can already feel magic pouring from his body: bolts of electricity, firing in all directions, non-stop. He also realizes that this is an IPD Outbreak, and he's about to lose his mind.
Well, at least his last fully conscious thought was... somewhat helpful.
The sparks continue flying, and Croix can't bring himself to move, too consumed with the need to make his mind stop screaming. Maybe if he broke something. Maybe if he broke someone. Maybe if he killed. Or if he died. Maybe once this whole town is ruined and no one is left, nothing will be left to make any more noise in his head. Something has to work, something has to give, he can't keep feeling like this--
With all of the electricity sparking about, it was only a matter of time before something caught fire... It starts in the living room, but it very quickly spreads, and it's not going to stop until the whole townhouse burns down for all to see.
And Croix... isn't moving.]
((OoC: Croix's had his Positive IPD Outbreak. He is completely overcome by fear, paranoia and other negative emotions and is not thinking straight - if you're gonna come save him from the house fire, you're... probably gonna get attacked. :/ Just a heads up.))
It began about three days after, actually. For some reason, he found it just a little harder to move around. His body felt heavy, like it took more energy just to do simple things. Next came the fever - annoying at first, but easy enough to ignore. The dizzy spells, though... can't really ignore those, or hide them. Damn.
He did get dragged to the clinic, but they didn't know what was wrong and just sent him home to rest. Which he planned to do, but...
When Croix gets back to his townhouse, it's all he can do to get the damn door open, he has so little strength anymore. Somehow, he makes it to the living room, but that's as far as he gets before his legs completely give out. His knees hit the floor and his hands go to his head. His mind is suddenly screaming. This is nothing he's ever felt before - a sudden rush of red-hot emotions and thoughts... and none of them good. Fear. Anger. Hate. Why? Why is he feeling this way? These aren't even his own feelings - or are they?
Something clicks. He may not have ever felt this way for himself, but he's heard of this happening plenty of times. He's even seen it for himself. He's watched hundreds succumb to this, and seen many of them go on panicked rampages, sometimes losing their lives - or just taking their own because of it... Croix realizes that, for some reason, he has the powers of a Reyvateil. An IPD Reyvateil, and a high-level one, he thinks, considering he can already feel magic pouring from his body: bolts of electricity, firing in all directions, non-stop. He also realizes that this is an IPD Outbreak, and he's about to lose his mind.
Well, at least his last fully conscious thought was... somewhat helpful.
The sparks continue flying, and Croix can't bring himself to move, too consumed with the need to make his mind stop screaming. Maybe if he broke something. Maybe if he broke someone. Maybe if he killed. Or if he died. Maybe once this whole town is ruined and no one is left, nothing will be left to make any more noise in his head. Something has to work, something has to give, he can't keep feeling like this--
With all of the electricity sparking about, it was only a matter of time before something caught fire... It starts in the living room, but it very quickly spreads, and it's not going to stop until the whole townhouse burns down for all to see.
And Croix... isn't moving.]
((OoC: Croix's had his Positive IPD Outbreak. He is completely overcome by fear, paranoia and other negative emotions and is not thinking straight - if you're gonna come save him from the house fire, you're... probably gonna get attacked. :/ Just a heads up.))
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If he were a comic book reader he might add a mental Zoom! for the time it takes him to get there. Of course, he stops by bouncing a bit off of the next house over. Nothing to dwell on, there's a fire here! And it's warm and he is so not impervious to fire. So he keeps his distance, for now.]
Hello! Is anyone inside?
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Don't... don't come near me.
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But your house is on fire!
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[Emotion is the driving force behind Song Magic, and Croix has enough of that built up that every word may as well be a new spell - more sparks, more flames. One of the windows near Luke bursts under the building pressure, which sends glass flying outward.]
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Listen, you'll burn! Are you trapped?
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Hey! Anyone in there?
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Stay away!
[Croix has never sounded so freaked out in his entire life.]
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[he hesitates, the tone of Croix's voice suggesting that maybe he should listen- but then again, probably that means Croix is in need of help, too. He shakes his head, puts more of his weight on his front foot.] You can't stay in there. [Otherwise…]
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There's silence on Croix's end. He's not answering. He's just staying on the floor, waiting for the fire to finish burning down everything and just take him with it.]
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Croix!
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No...! No! Get out!
[It’s enough emotion that the words are being treated as spells -- out-of- control bursts of electricity. If this keeps up, it's just going to get even worse.]
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You should come too. This house looks like it's going to come down soon.
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Croix! Croix! Where are you?
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