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[CLOSED] Nil sa saol seo ach ceo

Aug 11, 2011 00:58

who: Camille and Raimi
what: Camille and Raimi team up to put an end to black rock.
where: All over the station
when: The tenth, evening.
warning(s): Character death

( Is ni bheimed beo, ach seal beag gearr )

camille | (oc), raimi matthews

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/throws this up before passing out THIS TIME FOR REAL fuckinghubble August 11 2011, 06:10:00 UTC

He was not dead. Raimi was sure of this, because if he was, he'd probably know. People usually knew when they were dead, right?

In any case, if he wasn't still alive, then he also probably wouldn't have gotten Camille's message. He probably wouldn't be standing here, outside of a cafe in the middle of the evening, outside the comforts of his own solitude.

Days had gone by. He hadn't slept much. Hadn't eaten much. His stomach was weak. His eyes were tired. His legs barely carried and dragged as he walked. In other words, it was nothing unusual to those who actually met the programmer in person.

The one thing keeping him going was the fact that his brain processed a thousand thoughts a second. Words and numbers calculated in synchronized data forms, and somehow, in all the crystallized chaos that took shape in seemingly harmless deathly onyx -- it all had to make some kind of insane sense.

The stuff had come from Camille's world. If anyone had an idea on how to end this, it had to be her.

Had to be ( ... )

wooo notjelly August 11 2011, 21:27:12 UTC

Her fingers were laced together in her lap to keep herself from fidgeting. She looked up as he approached, forcing a small smile.

"Hello, Raimi. Thank you for coming."

She got to her feet. "I have an idea. If you are willing to work with me, I think the two of us might be able to neutralize all of the black rock." She paused and rubbed at her arms. "All you will have to do is go to the air purifying stations for each zone. You won't be in any danger, but I imagine it will be a fair bit of work."

She hadn't realized that she'd been pacing. She forced herself to stop and smile again. Everything was fine. Absolutely fine. Nothing to worry about.

"Are you up for it?"

fuckinghubble August 12 2011, 01:35:22 UTC

Talk about unexpected.

Someone was coming to him for help? And it wasn't just something like maintenance on someone's hardware -- but a task that involved saving lives?

He had seen enough death and pain over the network to last an entire lifetime. While Raimi had convinced himself that the wonders of modern media had desensitized him to the subjects of such things, he found that it was different when the pain was real. When these were people that he knew and talked to and seen.

This was not a game. Of that much he was sincere.

"Sure." He breathed, not even hesitating before he spoke. "What do you need me to do?"

notjelly August 12 2011, 02:22:23 UTC

She blinked at his ready agreement. Even when she hadn't told him the details yet?

Then again, he wouldn't really need to know all the details, now would he?

"I'm going to turn into something called a purity spirit. Their bodies have the ability to purify corruption. Back home, they partner themselves with people to take on black rock and other forms of Plague. Never mind all the details...but essentially, what it means is that you'll become like them, temporarily. You'll become an exorcist! It'll mean that with my help, you can destroy the black rock entirely!"

She laced her hands together behind her back this time, trying to make it seem as if this was the easiest thing in the world.

"When I become a purity spirit, I'll need to occupy some kind of item. Then, all you need to do is go to the air purifiers and shoot some of my power into them. That should neutralize it all. Before that, though, we should probably practice on some black rock to make sure it works."

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fuckinghubble August 13 2011, 04:54:51 UTC

There had been much walking involved. There had been so much walking that Raimi's feet were sore and the blisters had blisters upon the blistered blisters. If not for the sheer amount of willpower, he'd have collapsed several zones ago. His body screamed in agony, but his mind kept him going. The voice was screaming now, nudging him, dragging him -- kicking and screaming. He was a child again, trying to keep his head above water as the undertow pulled him under ( ... )

notjelly August 13 2011, 06:20:45 UTC

She hurt. She hurt so much, and she felt so small, scraped thin, like there was nothing left of her. But her exorcist's voice kept sweeping through her, cool and soothing. They were nice stories he told. Well, not really nice, some of them were pretty unpleasant, as life stories are wont to do. But nice to listen to. It's nice of him to talk to her. He's a good guy ( ... )

fuckinghubble August 14 2011, 00:01:29 UTC

Raimi could tell that Camille was worn and weary and dried up -- and not because of any magical exorcist bullshit, either. He knew because the sharp, ceramic edges were digging into the palm of his hand. He heard the tired tone of her voice, and came to the realization of the one thing that he had feared.

"Christ, you're not serious." Raimi looked down at the plate. In normal situations, he would feel like a complete dumbass talking to a talking plate that was talking to him. Maybe he was even crazier than he already was. Maybe in the end, he was just imagining all of this. Still asleep. Still dreaming. He knew better, though... clearer when he regarded the downward spiral as Camille's condition worsened. After all, if anyone wanted to know what it was like to watch someone so full of life quickly crawl towards their demise, just talk to Raimi Matthews. "You can't be! That's going to fucking kill you!"

Most people would easily shrug off the probability of death. When one could always be brought back to the game, no code punch ( ... )

notjelly August 14 2011, 00:48:11 UTC

She tightened herself into a tiny core within the plate so that no last stray wisps of her would feel like breaking off. Not that there was much left.

"I know it. Will."

This wasn't fair to him, she knew. But when you're planning on dying, you don't tell the people helping you that that's what they're helping you to do.

"Planned for this. Was always. Going to happen. Sorry. Didn't. Want to worry. You."

That much is true, even if it's not the whole reason why.

"Had. To use. Body. Not magic. Body is magic. Last piece now." She paused, struggling with her words. "It's. Okay. Throw me in."

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