Thread: Secrets (Broomhandle45 and Selini)

Shifting was natural. Maybe even some squirming. It was a rather cramped, after all. But whatever subtle squirms she made, she didn't notice. Dreams were such wonderful things almost the true reality when the waking world was such a nightmare. In her dreams she was not bound by flesh and blood - not restricted by the awful whims of old men. In her dreams she was a Force. An Abstract that watched over her own little world orderly little people who came to her for power or health or redemption or vengeance or a hundred other fascinating little reasons. Oh and she was a capricious little thing. To some she granted their greatest wishes, giving them wealth and power and longevity or whatever they desired. She always demanded a price, but sometimes they were clever enough to pay it for as much as decades or even centuries. Others she rejected, blaming a lack of properly meaningful sacrifice or not strong enough faith - the greatest opponent to her Grace was disbelief. Still others she consumed, exploiting the tiniest of mistakes to grant more power than they could rightly handle, or give them exactly what they asked for, but not at all what they wanted. Oh and the world in which they lived, what a fantastical place. A world of order, where laws, though complex in design, were simple enough in function and even the exceptions had reliable rules. A veil of chaos overlapped the pristine order, adding a little fun to the lives of those strange people. People that built marvels on a whim great artistic endeavors. Even their living spaces were a marvel, veritable jungles of metal, glass, and concrete, where more souls than she'd ever even heard of in the waking world - a measure not of thousands, or even the impressive tens of thousands Serenity boasted, but millions - lived together, sometimes sprawled out comfortably, but most of the time cramped in on top of and around each other like the rodents in the test lab. They could go anywhere in this ordered little world cars of more variety than she'd ever seen, available to the individual, not just the militia and rich. And that was among so many other fascinating machines of every purpose. They could fly ! And in such a commonplace manner that they could even somehow manage to feel bored while doing so! Everything was perfect. She loved them, and she hated them. Every last man, woman, child, beast, and in-between. Her passions for these amazing creatures were so great that one day, at the behest of some very unique individuals - so fervent was their plea and so great their sacrifice, as she had never seen before - she destroyed them all. The cry was so pure that she sacrificed her perfect little world that she loved so much for the sake of it, and brought her Grace down upon the world in full force. A force that ripped apart the laws and Changed the people until so very very few of what Was remained. Then it was over. She was no longer above her world, she was a part of it. Trapped forever in this horrible reality of chaos that the ones she loved wanted so much. Oh how she hated them, and yet was glad of her sacrifice. It was chaos now, but eventually there would be liberty in primal madness. Eventually her Grace would consume the rest of the world and there would be a new End. The true End. Darkness Except... why was everything turning so bright all of a sudden? No, wait! This was the wrong way for her world to disappear! She wasn't supposed to wake up so soon - they promised she wouldn't be woken up so soon! The young woman wasn't all that small, around 5'5 by best guesses, but she certainly looked it curled up and hugging her legs in that snug little case. She was certainly slender, though with a bust a tiny bit more generous than her slim build might suggest. Her skin was at once silky pale and darkly tinted, as if the shadows themselves were attracted to her. To an attentive eye the rest of the room would almost immediately begin to support that theory, as light seemed a bit more dull than usual, covering the area in a profound gloom. A shudder ran through her as the magic did its work and brought life back into her veins. Her eyes snapped open, though it took a little bit of stiffened effort to prop herself up into a sort-of sitting position. The eyes that glanced around frantically before settling upon the only other occupant of the room were impossibly dark and filled with a sort of maddened hysteria. There was a fire behind them not of red heat and vitality, but of an overwhelming, all-consuming, black cold. If they had any color to them, it was not visible. What was quite visible was an almost palpable look the likes of which a predator might make. The tiniest of sniffs hinted at their malevolent purpose, and though there were no pupils to speak of, Hannah would be able to feel that the empty gaze was centered upon the pricked finger - the source of that sickly sweet scent. Power, yet madness. The hint of understandings entirely alien to this world, or perhaps far far too real. It could truly only be described in mortal terms as Black Magic, and it threatened to overwhelm the hapless courier, too bold from curiosity to swallow her whole in the sweet embrace of lightless madness. Until she blinked. The room was normal. As if nothing had ever been wrong. The lighting was as it should be, and though the sight of a woman sitting groggily in a suitcase upon the bed was a bit abnormal, the girl herself seemed quite normal. Raven hair was short - barely shoulder length - and a bit messy, and the previous abyssal flare in her eyes was gone, replaced by quite normal-looking chestnut orbs filled with confusion and apprehension. This was a face she did not recognize. That had never happened before. She hadn't the slightest idea what to think of it. Danger was little more than an inconvenience for her, so she was much less afraid and much more curious, but cation never hurt in her somewhat limited experience with outsiders. Wh... who are you? she asked after several long moments of inspection. Her voice was soft, but deep - almost sultry, and strained as if she hadn't spoken in quite some time, or needed water. If she noticed her awkward position and lack of clothing, she didn't seem to care. All that mattered for the moment were the 'What's, the 'Where's, and the 'Why's.