Kennedy's Apartment, NYC, Mid-December 2002 (Three Weeks After Homecoming/Monday Fandom Time)
Sleep wasn't very restful these days-- for a number of people in this particular dimension, not just for Kennedy, although it wasn't exactly something she'd think to ask. Not of people she didn't know, anyway.
The point was, she was dreaming. Formless, vague dreams of faceless figures (or maybe it was her?) running through alleys and being hunted down; a rising sense of hopelessness and terror; the sense that something big was coming. Beneath it all, a chorus, half whispered and half snarled in a dozen languages she didn't know and a couple that she did: From beneath you it devours.
The dreams had been the same every night for weeks now, maybe months; although Kennedy never remembered them when she woke, they’d definitely ratcheted up a notch since she’d gotten back from Fandom. The alarm would go off and she'd kick off the covers feeling groggy and unsettled, even on edge, but never for any reason she could name.
Something big was coming. Okay, scratch that; something big was already here. It had been biding its time, but now some cosmic alarm clock of badness was going off, and it didn’t come equipped with a snooze button. The pieces were all in place. The First Evil's time had come.
Kennedy, occasionally thrashing and murmuring in her sleep, didn't realize any of this, but something-- or rather, Nothing-- did. Here, some primal force awakened. It buzzed in the mind of every demonic creature that, by the collective rational-minded logic of this world, didn’t actually exist. It took on the likenesses of the dead and made them walk the earth again in an incorporeal form and that, too, defied logic.
This world was already teetering on the brink of its own extinction, but if the Nothing just happened to nibble at its edges with a frenzy that ripped apart the connections to the multiverse, well...
Apocalypse season was coming early this year, and it was going to be a doozy, so that was probably a good thing, right?
[[establishy, and done with kind permission of the admins, who let me piggyback on the bde for my own nefarious purposes. all portal travel to kennedy’s world is completely cut off until further notice, as is all incoming communication. nfi, nfb (of course), ooc okay. i am so sorry about the number of posts from me that you have to deal with in the next two days. ]]
The point was, she was dreaming. Formless, vague dreams of faceless figures (or maybe it was her?) running through alleys and being hunted down; a rising sense of hopelessness and terror; the sense that something big was coming. Beneath it all, a chorus, half whispered and half snarled in a dozen languages she didn't know and a couple that she did: From beneath you it devours.
The dreams had been the same every night for weeks now, maybe months; although Kennedy never remembered them when she woke, they’d definitely ratcheted up a notch since she’d gotten back from Fandom. The alarm would go off and she'd kick off the covers feeling groggy and unsettled, even on edge, but never for any reason she could name.
Something big was coming. Okay, scratch that; something big was already here. It had been biding its time, but now some cosmic alarm clock of badness was going off, and it didn’t come equipped with a snooze button. The pieces were all in place. The First Evil's time had come.
Kennedy, occasionally thrashing and murmuring in her sleep, didn't realize any of this, but something-- or rather, Nothing-- did. Here, some primal force awakened. It buzzed in the mind of every demonic creature that, by the collective rational-minded logic of this world, didn’t actually exist. It took on the likenesses of the dead and made them walk the earth again in an incorporeal form and that, too, defied logic.
This world was already teetering on the brink of its own extinction, but if the Nothing just happened to nibble at its edges with a frenzy that ripped apart the connections to the multiverse, well...
Apocalypse season was coming early this year, and it was going to be a doozy, so that was probably a good thing, right?
[[establishy, and done with kind permission of the admins, who let me piggyback on the bde for my own nefarious purposes. all portal travel to kennedy’s world is completely cut off until further notice, as is all incoming communication. nfi, nfb (of course), ooc okay. i am so sorry about the number of posts from me that you have to deal with in the next two days. ]]