Thread: Medusa, Maka and Me (MysteriousD & Himeko)

I guess this is the first time we could actually talk like this... Diego heard it... that voice. The one that sounded like his, yet wasn't. He didn't awake much as opened his eyes and was in a room. It was like his headspace. How he pictured the inside of his mind to be like. It was pretty esoteric for the most part, fitting an eccentric goofball like him. Filled with things that represented his different aspects in Jungian fashion. One such as a portrait of a scythe... his weapon form. It was a black shiny blade, looking made of obisidion with a gold line running through it and to the handle, it formed a Mesoamerican swirl pattern to it along a slate gray handle. But that voice... the one like his yet not... Crud... it can't be, Diego said as he looked to a darkened corner in his headspace. It was a cage... but that was leaking and cracking. The leaking was a strange black fluid. As it dripped onto the pale figure in front of him, he got fuller... and stronger. Yup, it's me... there was someone else here... some little imp, but I took care of him for you. This is between you and me after all. Diego was not a normal person in the head. Madness reacted with him differently. Rather than resist it, he used a go with the flow method with it. While he was prone to the madness and the unpredictability, he was still grounded with his wants and desires... he liked doing good and thus trying to use madness to turn him against people or incapcitate would usually result in failure. But this had some side effects. Diego repressed his negatives. His anger... his envy... his possessive nature... his desires... he repressed it all. And he would imagine what would happen if he repressed too much. Would it form into some sort fo other self like what happened in that Jim Carrey movie tht he technically wasn't old enough to see, but still saw. His Other Self stood there with a smile. He was born from Madness... from Diego's desires. While Diego wasn't one who beleived desire was inherently bad, he always felt he had to suppress himself so he would not fly off the handle. Something far different has happened. I now have the chance to grow stronger beyond the negative... And what lies in the future, we will see, his Other Self said before Diego just focused and the cell to reinforce itself and the straitjacket around his other self did too. He then awoke. Diego was covered in banadges. His glasses had been removes, leaving his brown eyes exposed and his dark hair had been less messy. He really couldn't move. He was a guy of average appearance. No, not necessarily. He was a bit paler than the average Mexican would be, because of his mom's side and he had a boyish face, his mild chubbiness accentuating that. Now he wasn't ugly or such, but he was a weird kid who was socially awkward . He didn't have much draw to him. He turned his head and he squinted to see what looked like Maka there. He relaxed a bit. He was relieved... she was okay. He was able to protect her. He then turned and saw someone looking over her. It was a woman wearing a doctor's coat and with gold hair. He couldn't make much on his face without his glasses. He figured she was the nurse though.