A Nightmare on Luceti Street 2: The Reapening
Who: poppetry, and her numerous victims: shadedsunlight, consultmybooks, perplex_me, cakeblocked, ofthediaphragm, magiconcehad, vanityunbcoming, and last but not least, a surprise appearance from skulljokelol.
What: Xion finds this mask in her room. How mysterious. But things start to go wrong after she's compelled to put it on.....
When: Afternoon through early night of the 23rd.
Where: Starting at KH house, then ranging all over the village.
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What: Xion finds this mask in her room. How mysterious. But things start to go wrong after she's compelled to put it on.....
When: Afternoon through early night of the 23rd.
Where: Starting at KH house, then ranging all over the village.
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He's out on a walk to clear his head and give himself something to do. It's as he's on the pathway that he notices that slight glow of her eyes, just as something odd in his vision, and once he pays attention to it -
He stops in his tracks and widens his eyes. What... Wait, he knows that cloak. And that size and build, he knows that too...]
... Xion? [Out of all the faces she could wear, this is by far the creepiest. He takes a step forward, but that's about all he'll do. Maybe she'll explain what happened?] What happened?
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Oh, no, no. Not Luke. Please, please, just not Luke too, she can't...
Well. Of course she can. The mask wants what it wants. What it needs. Death. Suffering. That beautiful look on the faces of the reaped, the dawning horror as they realize what is happening to them, a thing they cannot stop or fight or get away from. Inevitable as all things...
Death, dressed as Xion, smiles warm and wide and does not stop walking. She moves towards him, the double rows of teeth - in the mask, in her face - fashioning a macabre grin. ]
Luke. [ Her voice is completely flat. ] Nothing. Nothing happened. Everything is fine.
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He glances away and shifts in his place. But it's not like he's ever run from anything scary before. Maybe before he cut his hair, when he was a coward... But not anymore. He could run up to the Behemoth for all he cared, and this... was just creepy. Besides, it was Xion. Something was obviously wrong.]
You're sure not acting fine. What are you doing with that thing on? [It's definitely a mask. Maybe that's the thing that's making her act like this?]
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[ She is before him. It's almost like there's a skip in reality between her movement and the cessation thereof; as if a second was sliced out of time. One instant she is in motion, the next she is not, so utterly and perfectly still it's as if she was never moving at all.
Xion reaches up to touch his face. The motion is smooth and steady and slow, and her fingers slide gently across his skin, moving until her hands cup his cheeks. Her touch will feel like ice, and a bizarre sensation of numbness will slowly begin to spread through his skin. If he tries to move his head away, he will find, suddenly, that he cannot.
And for an instant, in her eyes, there is a flash of terrified panic -- a widening, a moment where the glow flickers out and it's just her, and she's so scared.
But then it's gone. If Luke so much as blinked, he will have missed it. Her smile is serene, and utterly, hungrily seductive. ]
I wanted to wear it.
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What... What is she doing to him?
He widens his eyes and brings his hands from hers to her shoulders, to grip them tightly, to try and snap her out of this.]
Xion, stop! Take off that mask! You have to...!
[His eyelids droop, and the grip on her shoulders starts to loosen. He's even starting to lean forward slightly, evident by the light, yet growing pressure against her shoulders.]
Please...
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I'm going to make it better.
[ She leans up, close. Are you frightened, Luke? Even her lips are cold when they press against his, in a gesture as gentle and as loving as any other she's ever given him.
It feels so terrible wonderful to ruin someone else set another soul free. After all, isn't this what a b r o k e n puppet she does? Isn't this hideous and twisted what she was m i s t a k e made for?
Yes. Yes, of course.
The kiss doesn't last very long. She pulls away completely, fluidly, releasing his face. It's over. Too late. Done now.
Why, Luke ... what's that on your head? ]
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He doesn't respond. He can't. He can only stare ahead with wide eyes as he feels his body run cold, turn numb, and at the end his hands slide from her shoulders. His mind goes blank. There's nothing to think about. Nothing to feel.
When she pulls back, it's... very brief, but she might notice that she can see what's behind him through his body. He's transparent, and his body seems to glow a golden color. A few particles float upward from his body: fonons, from him.
It's only brief, though, because then the mask is settled over him. The particles flow back to his body, and the glow fades, but the transparency does not. In fact his arms even rise slightly, as if he's under water, though his head remains ducked and his eyes remain closed.
If she tried to touch him, she would not be able to. She killed him, you see.]
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She wants to throw up.
This isn't right.
What has she done?
What has she done?
What has she done?
It's with great effort that she forces her eyes to open again, and the sight before her -- Luke, suspended, unreal, transparent, eyes shut -- is too terrible to bear. A ghost. A ghost.
She did it. It's her fault.
Calmly, fluidly, Xion turns away. The mask is not satisfied. The mask is never satisfied. It needs more victims. More death. More souls free. This one was good. More will be better. More, more, always more.
Why is her body shaking? She's supposed to be happy. Enjoying this. The mask says so.
Xion trembles, and she walks away. ]
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