Truth is hard to swallow [Vertigo Visions Week 2]

[rivelatamods]

WHO: ANYONE! -- Add your own entry tags!
WHAT: Vertigo Visions Responses
WHERE: Specific Threads identify your location
WHEN: Night of Day 249 (Monday 12/1) and Day 250 (12/2) through the night of Day 256 (Monday 12/8)

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Soul's Bedroom - Day 250 (12/2)

[soulnommer]

He opened his eyes and glanced around. What had woken Soul up? He frowned. His head was still swallowed in a mess of white hair and pillow. There was no way he was getting up. He pulled the blanket up over his face to bury back into the realms of sleep. His eyes shut and he willed himself to go back to sleep

Re: Soul's Bedroom - Day 250 (12/2)

[soulnommer]

“This is you who don’t wanna seek insanity… And wants to conquer your fear… Try it… Stand up.” But I can’t, I only stare up at him. I can’t blink, I can’t move any more than I could when he first appeared

Re: Soul's Bedroom - Day 250 (12/2)

[soulnommer]

I must stand up.

If I can stand, what can I do? If I can stand, what can I do?

A realization hits me: If I can stand, I can surpass God!

Haha, yeah, right. I’m too much of an idiot for that kind of thing…

But… I can’t go on like this forever. This is pathetic…

Pathetic.

It’s just perfect for me, don’t you think?

Damn it…

I’m all alone. Not even the imp to grate on my nerves.

I’m sinking… Falling…Groveling…

DAMN IT!

Strings fall from heaven, touching my joints. Please, help me… Help me! I feel my joints lifting, Help me!

I don’t want to lie on the ground… I want to stand up. I can’t do anything, but I’m rising. I’m standing up. I can do this. I can get up.

Help me… My face turns up to the black figure above me. Help me! I plead with her. Out of my shadow, she looms above me, helping me stand. The strings attached to her fingers, I ignore

Re: Soul's Bedroom - Day 250 (12/2)

[soulnommer]

Maka glances at her, “So she attacks from the inside, like just now?”

Medusa nods. “Yes, that is why your ‘Soul Perception’ and ‘Demonslayer wavelength’ are necessary.” She begins walking toward the door, “Are you ready? We’re going.”

--

He looked up from the ground where he was kneeling, the symbol in the sky no more than an annoyance anymore. What the hell? Sould wondered.

But he was shaken. His composure, the one the imp mocked him for, was broken. He sunk to the ground, palms pressed into his eyes. He wasn't weak. He wouldn't be that weak. No Arachne was going to convince him to give up on himself.

Soul knew he could stand when he felt like giving up. But Maka had saved him, in that vision. It was himself he was seeing things from, not her viewpoint. What did that mean? He pressed harder, stars erupting over his vision.

Dammit, what did it mean?! Was it like that Sora kid who apparently saw the future? His future? He wasn't going to fall like that, pathetic. It disgusted him to see -to feel- himself so helpless. He wasn't

Outside their new house, evening of 250

[levitatefusion]

Joshua had finally decided to go out and look at this mist or haze that everyone was looking at this week. He walked outside, looking up at the haze in the sky. Such a strange shape, and that light-- it took him a moment to realize that he'd been sucked into a vision of his own.

---

He was angry. He felt angry, hurt, betrayed... Why was it like this?

There was a giggle, and he looked up at the Composer standing in front of him. “Now, Neku, why don’t we play one last Game?”

“You tricked me...” he muttered, still glaring.

“The winner gets to the be the Composer,” he continued without paying attention-- shut up and listen, damnit!-- “and do whatever he likes with Shibuya,- If you win, you decide. If I win, I’ll decide.” There was that giggle again. “...Of course, I’ve already decided.”

“You’re a monster...” And he meant it. how could he--“Neku? You’d better pick up that gun. I mean, it IS going to be a duel.” Joshua was smirking. “I’ll keep the rules extremely basic. I’m going to count down from ten. On zero, we shoot. See? Easy

Inside their new house. Night of the day 250

[gn_002]

Lockon showed Tieria their new house. After a long month of work and savings, they could finally move out of Grell's place. He'll have to thank the man properly

--

[gn_002]

Continued here: http://community.livejournal.com/rivelatalogs/333616.html

Junkhouse (!!!), Night 249 part 1

[fuego_bailando]

It was funny, actually. Somehow Axel had managed to talk Sho Miniamimoto into letting him in to talk. And what they WERE talking about was quite odd indeed. Sho had called him a triple-crosser... and the more Axel thought about it, the more the Reaper was right.

He was there to let Riku in on the secret of the Resonance Crystals - part of Axel liked being the chaotic party, it kept the Organization on its toes, and yet, if Zexion or Xemnas found out, oh would he be in some seriously deep shit

Junkhouse (!!!), Night 249 part 2

[fuego_bailando]

It’s dark for a very long time, and then suddenly, he’s on Twilight Town’s clock tower, standing and looking out at the sunset. Or perhaps it’s sunrise. It’s hard to tell

[inverse_matrix]

Sho's only response to Axel passing out was a raised eyebrow and a swig of his rootbeer. Whatever. If Axel dropped dead right there on his floor, he honestly wouldn't have cared, other than that it would inconvenience him to clean up a dead body during business hours.

But then Axel had gotten right back up and walked out, seeming shocked.

It was still a big whatever. With Axel gone, Sho went back to his real job - busboy, janitor, and manager.

Junkhouse , Night 249 part 1

[book_of_mirage]

Zexion was following Axel. He had his suspicions. Axel had been acting... strangely, lately, telling him to stop the business with the Resonance Crystals. Part of him did think Axel might be right, but the rest was too prideful to admit any such thing

Junkhouse , Night 249 part 2

[book_of_mirage]

The man only responded with a snarl.

"Excellent."

From the shadows emerged a much taller man with blond hair, holding a curious device of crystal and wire. It made a distinctive clicking sound, like a giger counter. Ienzo nodded, then turned back to his subject.

The man in the cage glared, pushing off the wall and falling to the floor, only to lie there, his unwashed hair falling across his face. He watched his tormentor loom before him as the scientist approached the force field, and inside his head Zexion screamed, for he was seeing this from the poor, condemned soul's perspective and he knew what was coming...

"You gave him the injection, yes?" asked his tormentor, as if the man behind the field wasn't there. The tall blond (Even) nodded

Junkhouse , Night 249 part 3

[book_of_mirage]

He had his hand on he force field, one arm clutching his abdomen as he glared at Ienzo, his chest heaving, his hands bleeding now from pounding on the immovable field. Ienzo flexed his fingers, laying his hand parallel to the man's, leaning his own forehead against the other, a dark mirror.

"Say it," Ienzo whispered. "Say it."

"I hate you," he hissed. His heart burned with the emotion, and he wanted nothing more than to hurt this man, to tear him apart for all the evils done; and then to move onto the others, to end this.

And then...

give in. sink. Open your heart...

"I. hate. you," he said again, and then shuddered. His whole body hurt, but especially his chest. Yet somehow, he didn't care, he hated and he hated and hated and burned and let it end because there was nothing left but his hate and then there was pain as he fell backwards and then there was something inside him and he screamed as his head tilted back and then it was crawling out of him, a black thing all claws and anger, his hate made flesh, or was he the monster

[fuego_bailando]

Axel blundered into the night air, so distracted by what he had just seen, what he had felt, that he wasn't aware that Zexion was having a fit in the middle of the street until the toe of his boot connected with the other Nobody's side.

Axel did not want to talk to Zexion right now, so he stepped over him.