(Closed log) I see rays blinding darkness
Who: Polly (curious_copycat) and Genkaku (prayforprey)
What: Polly's been keeping to her own dreams, lately. Genkaku gets pulled in.
When: tonight
Where: In Polly's head
Warnings: Chronovores and Genkaku, The usual blood, violence, and profanity when these things are involved.
A healthy Eternal's memory was not simply photographic, but practically holographic. Their minds were built for the gathering and retaining of knowledge, and when they knew something, they knew it right down to the atoms. Polly had learned a great many things, since her arrival on the Thor. When she slept, she had a great many memories to walk through, hers and those of others, since she had begun her inadvertent tours of other people's dreams.
There were seas in her head, now, and deserts and forests. Small comfortable houses, shinigami barracks, a garden of glowing underground flowers, Egyptian temples and the wreckage of Buddhist ones. Places she herself had never seen in any waking world, and some that she had.
Since the mad monk had first visited her sleeping mind and breathed life into her nighttime monsters by giving her a taste of death, she had been avoiding these more pleasant parts of her memories, for fear that the Chronovores follow her and taint them. Since her torture, at Kiriko's hands, Polly had been keeping to her own mind, when she slept.
And so it was, that, when she slept, she walked always in the broken city of her past, the city of her people, a population as still as statues and silent as the dead, a vacant, still and silent city of glowing ruins. One might liken them to shards of stained glass in the sun, but that Calabi-Yau had no sun: only a vast, featureless, yellow-white sky stretching on forever and shedding it's own light.
(Everything in Calabi-Yau stretched on forever--that's what it was.)
Polly no longer ran, when she heard them in the distance, though she certainly felt fear. It could even be said she feared them more, now... having learned that they had become so ingrained as to become a part of herself. In spite of this, when the howling, and the high-pitched laughing cries sounded through her sleeping mind, this night, she simply sat down to wait, even as a part of her shook and pleaded for escape.
What: Polly's been keeping to her own dreams, lately. Genkaku gets pulled in.
When: tonight
Where: In Polly's head
Warnings: Chronovores and Genkaku, The usual blood, violence, and profanity when these things are involved.
A healthy Eternal's memory was not simply photographic, but practically holographic. Their minds were built for the gathering and retaining of knowledge, and when they knew something, they knew it right down to the atoms. Polly had learned a great many things, since her arrival on the Thor. When she slept, she had a great many memories to walk through, hers and those of others, since she had begun her inadvertent tours of other people's dreams.
There were seas in her head, now, and deserts and forests. Small comfortable houses, shinigami barracks, a garden of glowing underground flowers, Egyptian temples and the wreckage of Buddhist ones. Places she herself had never seen in any waking world, and some that she had.
Since the mad monk had first visited her sleeping mind and breathed life into her nighttime monsters by giving her a taste of death, she had been avoiding these more pleasant parts of her memories, for fear that the Chronovores follow her and taint them. Since her torture, at Kiriko's hands, Polly had been keeping to her own mind, when she slept.
And so it was, that, when she slept, she walked always in the broken city of her past, the city of her people, a population as still as statues and silent as the dead, a vacant, still and silent city of glowing ruins. One might liken them to shards of stained glass in the sun, but that Calabi-Yau had no sun: only a vast, featureless, yellow-white sky stretching on forever and shedding it's own light.
(Everything in Calabi-Yau stretched on forever--that's what it was.)
Polly no longer ran, when she heard them in the distance, though she certainly felt fear. It could even be said she feared them more, now... having learned that they had become so ingrained as to become a part of herself. In spite of this, when the howling, and the high-pitched laughing cries sounded through her sleeping mind, this night, she simply sat down to wait, even as a part of her shook and pleaded for escape.