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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Yuuko's place

[whatisyourwish]

It had been about a week since Yuuko had had her vision. The haze was still visible on the horizon, but she had mostly avoided looking at it. Tonight, though, she felt compelled to look at it again. She stood at the window, gazing out at that blur on the horizon. She was once again struck by a feeling of vertigo, and then her vision clouded.

It was a warm night, a soft breeze blowing through sparse trees

The roof of the Lamperouge house - Day 250

[the_pizza_witch]

With all the talk of visions and haze and mist, the witch had no choice but to investigate. There was always the chance that the things, the people, the mechanisms that ran and threatened the world that she, Lelouch and the rest of the household had known had come to Rivelata, and as supportive of their plans as she had been, she had changed her mind now, and certainly didn't feel like upsetting the livelihood they had set up here. She had avoided looking directly at the haze, shapeless as it was, until it began to form more distinguishable features.

Curious, C.C. looked up at the mist, knowing full well something would happen but not knowing exactly what. But she operated on visions, and she wasn't unused to vertigo and clouded sight that came.

"All the people that had hatred or kindness for me disappeared in the flow of time

[the_pizza_witch]

The vision went on, the witch saw all. She lay on the roof, expression soft, thoughtful. How helpless she had been without her memories...

"Master," she whispered, with the whisper of a laugh. "Did I call you that, Lelouch?"

And how he doted on her... she closed her eyes. He had cared for her. His world collapsing around him, and he cared for her. For the witch that lived for eternity. And he... he had been all alone.

"I'll take care of you..." She remembered, pressing a hand to her heart. What do you do when it hurts on the inside?

"Friends, hm?" And she swore, weeks now after she had made it, the details of that pinky-locked promise they had made in the basement. The details that had eluded her - that she only now began to grasp.

Evening 249, Schwartz's house

[iknowwhatyoudo]

Schuldig leaned against the window ledge, sleepy and bored, but feeling apathetic enough not to do anything about either of them until they pressed more. He could go find his monster, taste some of it's Kill's fear, but that would involve finding his boots and coat, and he wasn't really ready to do that just yet.

His eyes drifted over to the strange haze he hadn't paid much attention to, and then, he was sure he saw something and squinted his eyes, trying to make it out in the darkening sky.

It was definitively a basement. The damp smell of concrete and earth and the darkness gave it away. Schuldig had spent some times in basements. Sometimes hiding out, sometimes just cleaning up a mess or disposing of bodies. Sometimes just stealing things. So he knew basements when he saw one, and this one felt rather like the one that belonged to the house. He would have to double-check

Part 1

[knitter_gwen]

It wasn't like they were being inconspicuous about it. They were avoiding each other. More over, Gunter disappeared, it seemed. Gwendal didn't really like what he was feeling right now. He didn't understand his vision before, he still didn't, he was worried about Gunter absence, he hardly saw the spy, and His Majesty was also worried.

Gwendal was on a walk, to see if he could find their wayward adviser, and to think. It was dusk right now, the sky fiery above but slowly purpling until it was dark enough to be night.

There was that haze in the sky still, but he tried to avoid looking at it. This time, however, when a shape caught the corner of his eye he couldn't help but snap his gaze upward. What was that?

It was getting clearer, he could hear the murmuring of other people gazing into the sky, seeing the exact same thing he did. The world tilted about him, an intense wave of vertigo and then--

He was climbing up onto the roof near one of the towers, where the glow of the Demon King could be seen from even the town below. Gwendal

Part 2

[knitter_gwen]

Gwendal felt his body hit the ground, stars filling his vision when his head hit the ground just a second later. He groaned and held the side of his head, pushing his body up. Another one? He saw another vision that involved Yozak? Why? And why was the memory something he couldn't remember? Except now it felt like it had happened and he should have remembered all along.

But why didn't he? The last Bearbee he thought he saw was Pasta not... not Rinsel. Yozak's words were also something that didn't leave him. Just like the catcall before, they echoed in his mind and didn't leave him.

He soon found he didn't want them to leave.

Gwendal wondered, did Yozak remember this too? He groaned and pushed his body up, catching his journal by the pages when it fell from his pocket and placed it back inside.

He needed to talk to Yozak. Now.

But what could he say?

Soul Aids Backyard porch -- With Soul -- Day 250

[falce]

A day off. Perhaps that was what they needed. She knew she had worked him a little rough the last while in attempt to get close to a soul resonance. So far no luck