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How soon is "now"? [Vertigo Visions Week 1]

Nov 25, 2008 02:10

WHO: ANYONE! -- Add your own entry tags!
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 242 (Monday 11/24) and Day 233 (11/25) through the night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1)

( Reply here with vision responses as your character sees the Mysterious Haze. )

Ω maka albarn, iggy, kuja, Ω yami yugi, Ω axel, event - vertigo visions, Ω zexion, Ω sora, Ω soul eater evans, !open, Ω josh, larsa ferrinas solidor, yuuko ichihara, ! main plot, Ω roxas, Ω rikku, Ω gwendal von voltaire

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Streets of the Market District [am I doing it right D:] fuego_bailando November 25 2008, 07:31:12 UTC

Even though it was QUITE late at night, Axel was heading to the Pen and Sword. Larxene was gone. Kariya was gone. He had swords to deliver ("Can't they wait for tomorrow?" Argust had grumbled). He had things to discuss.

He rushed quietly through the streets, stealing a glance up at the moon. It was almost full - shit. He'd have to find a safe place to go when his curse kicked in. The forge was probably safe as anything.

And then, there was... something. A cloud? Fog? No, it shifted too strangely to be anything normal -too bright, too ...

everything went black.

--

"Do you know why the sunset appears red? It's because in the spectrum of visible light, red reaches the farthest."

Roxas's smiling face, a stick of ice cream in his hand. "You're just showing off, Axel."

tick

Xion's keyblade was drawn, staring at Axel, and frowning.

Intense anger. "No fucking way!!" he shouted. "I'll bring your ass back, no matter how many times it takes!"

tick"Your mind's made up ( ... )

Re: Streets of the Market District fuego_bailando November 25 2008, 07:31:56 UTC

And then he woke up, suddenly.

... and he was sad.

Frowning, Axel stood and dusted himself off and went to see Zexion.

Soul Eater Lair - 11/25 soulnommer November 25 2008, 07:40:23 UTC

Soul was out back doing his best to manage to stay awake (despite being awfully tired. It just wasn't the same as sleeping at home.) by relaxing. Which, generally meant he stared up at the sky until Maka came outside to see what the heck he was doing. Not that he was too lazy in general, he just wasn't keen on working so hard.

Not when he could feel that room in his soul getting stronger and more like what it had been before he'd come - more "physical" as far as it went. The imp had yet to appear, but he was certain it would. Eventually.

How disappointing. Really. He simply couldn't bear life without the stupid thing. Ugh.

His red eyes wandered the sky until he sat up and glanced around. His eyes caught the haze along the skyline. That hadn't been there when he'd arrived, right? The odd sensation of being pulled by his head into what he had been seeing disturbed him but soon was lost in memories not his ownAs abruptly as it had started, he felt himself falling back out ( ... )

The White Bun Cafe, in the market district whatisyourwish November 25 2008, 08:01:48 UTC

Yuuko took a moment to look out the window at the night sky. She had been busy in the cafe, and was enjoying a brief moment of peace. Suddenly, she saw something in the sky. A blur, like a cloud, but different. The moment she looked directly at it, she became dizzy. She reached out, to grip the edge of the nearest table. Her vision swirled, and then what she was seeing changed.

It was night, the streets of Japan. Yuuko understood that this must be a vision. She allowed it to play out before her. It looked familiar. She felt something brush by her cheek.

“Did you just feel something cold on your cheek?” It’s the voice of the Mokonas.

She looks up at the sky.

“Huh? What? Something soft, fluttery and cold is falling down on us. It’s cold. What is this stuff?”

“It’s snow.”

For a moment, she was surprised at the sound of her own voice speaking to her. Then she remembered. This was not just a vision, it was a memory. The first time that Soel and Larg had seen snow. She was seeing it now through their eyes.

“ ( ... )

Streets of the Market District thirteenthnoone November 25 2008, 15:09:14 UTC

Roxas was walking back home when the haze appeared. It wasn't something you normally saw in the sky, which should have tipped him off as bad news as this was Rivelata, but it was too late and the light grew brighter before everything turned dark ( ... )

The Maximum Ride (and Zero!) Household blind_bomber November 25 2008, 15:47:50 UTC

Safe and sound in his own bed, Iggy couldn't have been more distressed. Anyone roused by the soft, pained sounds he was making would find him tangled in the sheets, his wings unfurled and beating restlessly, his arms and legs twitching desperately as he slept.

In his dreams, the strange haze creeping over the horizon was bright in a way he'd never known - in a way he'd never know again. And the colors...

And suddenly, the abstract swirls of green and blue and brown - colors he only barely remembered, and which seemed to burn his eyes now, with their brightness - solidified into an image, into a fight. The snakes.

But things were different this time - because he could see. And not just that hazy vision he'd gotten during the battle, or even that strange shadows on white he'd developed in Antarctica, but sight. Colors, and edges, and shapes...

He felt his head turn, and that was where Iggy first realized that something was very wrong. Because he was looking at himself, wings expanded and beating powerfully, explosions wracking the ( ... )