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From Beyond

Feb 18, 2010 17:11

The crew will see them slinking off, disappearing around hallways--shifting shadow shapes and the backs of heads ducking around corners. They're always people they think they know. Dead loved ones, perhaps, or loved ones they're not sure are dead or alive. They lead crew members into dangerous places, sudden drops, parts of Stacy where things can ( Read more... )

dustin silver, kadaj, oethel negavera, gwen mackenzie, malcolm reynolds, ben 10, luis sera, fletcher tringham, lyle norg, robin, irma lair, steve burnside, cale tucker, aeris gainsborough, hellcat, gambit, roxie schreiber, nura nal-dox, kate beckett, goliath, damian wayne, inara serra, multiple man, sofia mantega, temperance brennan, fate testarossa harlaown, russel tringham, claire redfield, leon s. kennedy, cameron mitchell, indigo, grim eyes, dean winchester, sherry birkin, adam monroe, tali, ahava, son of satan, kon-el, miku hinasaki, !plot: at the mountains of madness, danny phantom, kaylee frye, vivio takamachi, jamie mccrimmon

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magictrkswwater February 18 2010, 22:26:09 UTC

Irma tried her best to stifle a yawn. The constant bad dreams and oddball daydreams were really getting to her. She wanted to head back to the bus and pass out again. Passing by Sheffield again, she stopped when she heard a giggle of sorts. Turning her head, Irma's jaw dropped at what she saw.

C'mon, Irma, we're gonna be late! Standing in front of the main doors was a Chinese girl about Irma's age. The most distinguished features about her were the long, dark (nearly purple) hair done up in twin pigtails and an odd set of flight goggles.

"...H-Hay Lin?" Irma whispered.

C'mon! You don't want Mr. Collins to get mad for being late! "Hay Lin" said, racing inside ( ... )

quark_assassin February 19 2010, 04:18:53 UTC

Ohh goodness. Ohh goodness he was bleeding a lot.

Dustin staggered through the City, clutching his side and whistling as he gasped for breath. No, he didn’t feel like carrying a tune to calm his nerves-his nose was fractured, completely bent to the side. Again. It was a big enough target, so its constant abuse was understandable, and expected after flying face-first into a wall.

But the physical approach to that specter was not going to cut it. Perhaps the explosion was enough to distract the Nightmare King, or in any case, himself, for the time being.

The Shade would return in time. Until then, Dustin was taking advantage and looking for a more effective way to solve this little issue he’d encountered.

The Precinct, as much as he’d studied, was somewhere in the City. Where it was, exactly, should’ve been an easy enough task to accomplish-but not without his Omnicom and cellphone, both with the rest of his supplies in his room. There was no time to go back there. Besides, the guns were a far more important asset; gain control of ( ... )

magictrkswwater February 19 2010, 04:25:16 UTC

Irma let out a grunt as she tried to pull the cabinet off of her. Heavy. Really heavy. She was going to need help. That's when she heard a voice.

"HEY! IN HERE!" she shouted. "JUST LOOK FOR THE ROOM THAT LOOKS LIKE A TORNADO RAN THROUGH IT!"

quark_assassin February 19 2010, 04:35:55 UTC

There was that voice again. Female, definitely, pained and frantic-but it was still a voice in the dark, and it came with a lot of shuffling and other such ominous noises. Dustin flinched, the only sign of his increasing paranoia the strangled whistle that passed through his crooked, bloody nose. The only reason why he didn’t freeze was the fear of the Shades. Shadows have a fun time of things in the dark…

“Maybe you should be more specific!” Dustin called, speech restricted and nasally, ending cut off as it passed through clenched teeth. Right hand never left his side, grabbing at the torn fabric of his shirt like it was the last thing he’d ever keep. “A room number, maybe? I can’t waste my time wandering around!”

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am_alwaysfree February 18 2010, 23:14:33 UTC

Mal stretched slowly, and kept walking. He was tired after a long day, and just wanted to fall into his bed on Serenity and sleep off his exhaustion ( ... )

almostluver February 18 2010, 23:28:58 UTC

Inara turned a corner, intending on returning to her shuttle after a short use of the Sensoriums, but came to a complete stop seeing Mal running toward her, yelling for Tracey. Her mouth dropped open in surprise because as she too looked around, she wasn't seeing the same thing he was obviously.

And then she watched in horror as a crimson stain began to spread across his shirt and then as he began to fall. "Mal!!" she cried, rushing to his side. She dropped to her knees, and her fingers hovered over him for a moment before she pressed her hands firmly against his wounded shoulder.

"Mal?" she whispered, thinking that this was too much like the dream she'd had where he'd been shot. "Mal?" she repeated, trying to ignore how warm his blood felt against her hands. "You'll be OK, do you hear me, Mal?"

am_alwaysfree February 18 2010, 23:45:24 UTC

Time seemed to speed up from when he was shot to when he ended up on the ground. Tracey and the battlefield had disappeared, and suddenly Inara was there next to him. Where in the world had Inara come from? She hadn't been there a minute ago.

Mal clenched his teeth together against the pain as he forced himself to sit up, letting out a low groan despite his best efforts not to. The wound couldn't be that serious, and even if it was, he wasn't going to let on about it, not with Inara there.

"'Nara, what're you doin' here? This ain't no place for you," Mal said, his voice very clearly communicating his annoyance at being shot.

almostluver February 18 2010, 23:52:40 UTC

She winced slightly, moving a bit to accommodate him better and still keep pressing her hands against his wounded shoulder. She swallowed but she made her expression placid as she yanked her shawl off from around her shoulders and used it to try to staunch the blood flow.

"I think this is a good place for me to be right now," she murmured, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. "Do you have to move around so much? You're making your shoulder bleed more."

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foreseen_future February 19 2010, 00:23:19 UTC

Nura finishes her training sessions in the sensoriums later than usual. It had done enough to shake the cobwebs from her mind, but still she is plagued by the brief glimpses of darkness and pain and the coming danger and horror that is about to unleash itself upon the ship and each and every crew member ( ... )

halfa_hero February 19 2010, 00:53:28 UTC

With so many ghosts running around, Danny had a hardtime tracing the ones that were presently causing trouble on his own. Nura's scream however, led the halfa right to her, and he charged through the door, phasing through it and putting himself in-between Nura and Pseudo-Tinya.

"Back. Off."

crysteel_future February 19 2010, 06:13:01 UTC

Nura is on the ground, but not down for the count. A little blood trickles from her lower lip from when Tinya - no, the phantom - beat her. Nura had screamed when the phantom had thrown the first few punches, mocking, sneering, that Nura was weak and pathetic for being lonely so soon.

But Nura had a precognition just then - this is not Tinya - and with a witty tone, she said, "Tell that to Danny." And as the phantom was saying, "What are you--" Danny phased in and pushed the phantom back with such a force that it almost phased right through the back wall.

The phantom snarls, flinging itself forward after shaking itself off from the rough handling. "You will pay for that!" it snaps. It launches itself forward.

halfa_hero February 19 2010, 17:33:41 UTC

Danny slips out of the way, firing an ecto-blast at the fake Tinya as he does so.

"You've got two things in common with every ghost villain in existence. One, they've all said that at one point. Two, they've yet to make me pay for anything."

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quark_assassin February 19 2010, 00:29:40 UTC

He’d avoided the dreams, he’d avoided the insanity. Yet it still managed to find him in the end…

They were following him. Shadows, drifting across the floor and ceiling, hovering just out of the corner of his eye when he stopped moving, that’s what they were, and when he turned around to regard them, where had they gone? Invisible, intangible, Smoke Creatures of the meatship, with their beady yellow dots and sewn-in smiles, just as restless as he was. What did they want?

Dustin knew what they wanted. He knew it before he came here and he knew it before he met the others. He knew it from his dad’s stories. Ol’ Jacob Silver, Shade Assassin, always on an adventure to rid the world of evil, of pestsThe way they were trailing behind him now, Dustin could see why his father was so annoyed with these things. Couldn’t they just leave him alone? Just for a few minutes-just long enough to close his eyes without fearing that they’d take him in his sleep ( ... )

craaazyisland February 19 2010, 01:07:37 UTC

"You're not real."

Steve was quite sure of that-- the woman who stood before him was an illusion, part of that goddamn Nightmare King's stupid plan. He knew this was going to happen. So he had to tell himself out loud what he knew to be true.

Even if she did look very real. Strawberry blonde hair cut to her shoulders, kind blue eyes, wearing her favorite blouse and that silver bracelet she always liked that his father got her for her birthday. She smiled and looked at him sadly, even as he backed away.

"You're not real," he repeated sternly. "You're not her."

"Steve," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Steve, how can you say that to me?"

He let out a dry, furious sob. "My mother is dead! You're not real!And suddenly he felt his skin crawling and a rush of heat surge through him. Steve gasped and his voice came out a low half-snarl-- across the hall from him, the woman went pale and flattened back against the wall in terror ( ... )

silversouba February 20 2010, 06:57:18 UTC

Kadaj idly walked down the ship’s hallways completely bored out of his mind. He wasn’t sure if Stacy was Mother or not but she sure as heck been quiet since his arrival and his patience (the little of it there was) was drastically thinning each day.

A shattering scream grabbed the boy’s attention. Instinctively a gloved hand withdrew his sword. Oh, he wasn’t feeling particularly noble; but if there was a fight going on he wanted to be a part of it! Moving swiftly, he rounded the corner to the original source of the sound.

No woman could be seen but forget that! No, no. THIS, yes, THIS was much much better.

“You!” Kadaj said angrily, and paced in place. “You,” he repeated, this time his tone was more of surprise. The remnant tilted his head slightly and an awkward laugh lingered on his lips. The sight before him was beautiful. Cloud writhing on the ground and horrendously infected with Geostigma. “Is it really you, brother?”

craaazyisland February 20 2010, 08:02:44 UTC

This was a dream. It had to be a dream-- it was a dream last time. Then why did it hurt so badly? Why could Steve really feel the blood burning and dripping between the fingers of his other hand, feel the skin slick and oozing with tissues infected by the Veronica virus, feel his veins tightening, almost seeming to isolate the mutation just to the horrible-looking green rash.

This was a dream... right?

If it wasn't a dream, then why was some crazy weirdo with silver hair talking to him and calling him "brother?"

"Th-the hell?!" Steve forced out between gasps of pain. "Get away! I'm not your brother-- get away from me!"

silversouba February 20 2010, 14:15:25 UTC

An expression of hurt and confusion flashed on Kadaj’s face but it was quickly erased with a grin that was anything but sweet. Kadaj strode forward and watched the form before him suffer. “You know better than that, brother.”

The remnant crouched down closely. Catlike eyes tore directly into the other’s line of sight. “Why don’t you accept your fate? You belong to Mother. You belong to Me.” Kadaj whispered, a possessive tone in his voice. Any child of Mother was under Kadaj’s jurisdiction, or so he firmly believed. There was one exception to the rule. But that exception was worthless now ( ... )

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