[ she hates using violence, but she cries out in pain when she fails to wrench her fist free and it pops. no, she realizes she can't talk her way out of it. ]
[ so with her free hand, she aims a punch at his face. if powers are on, in a blink, she's transformed into her demon form, horns and tail out ]
Stop using my friend's face! Show me your real one!
[ she can transform. she can be anything she wants here. it seems like everything is malleable here, a reflection of the real world that isn't quite real.
She can struggle as much as she wants, and when she aims that punch and hits, it feels like punching into concrete. As she digs her feet in, the sand starts sinking, all the way up to her knees before she knows it. ]
You'll need to find a way out. I don't know how much I can help you, but I'll try.
Well, I choose the truth now. So stop being vague and answer me already! Please!
[ she says please but there's a hint of aggression in it, even as gets a big owie from punching. owie... but she shifts her focus to trying to get out of the sand, slowly so she doesn't sink faster -- trying to step away from it ]
[ struggling just makes her sink faster now, as Jing Yuan pushes her down into it - squeezing the popped wrist enough to make the bones ache.
he doesn't answer the question, only smiles beautifically and then shoves her head under, and it will feel like drowning on dryland. It's a horrible feeling, sand in her lungs - enough to make her feel small and helpless again no matter how powerful a demon she is and it's nothing but darkness, darkness darkness until
[ despite doing her best to try and stay calm as she sinks, but it's not enough, and she screams as sand fills her lungs, coughing and hacking and panicking fully because this is the third time she has died (or something close) that involves having her breathing cut off or impeded ]
[ when she wakes up on the floor of the hotel, she hyperventilates just a little, feeling the ground with her hands and hooves and trying to make sure it's all real ]
[ hopefully there's no one else here watching her lose her shit ]
in fact, it seems exceedingly empty. and dusty, even. enough that it will fill her nose and make her sneeze as she starts to move around - maybe that's all it ever was to begin with? just a panic attack about a little dirt?
as she starts to move, she'll see that the carpet is faded and patchy, and none of the lights are on - windows hang open with the glass smashed. wallpaper is peeling off the walls, and everything shiny or intriguing has been ripped from its sockets. it's not as if the denizens of hell would leave a perfectly good hotel with plenty to rummage through untouched.
it's quiet in here. maybe thankfully. she can have a moment to catch up with herself. ]
[ maybe it's worse to be alone. she slowly, shakily gets up, looking around. it almost looks like her hotel, but there are so many things wrong. it's dark, dusty, the place has been stripped clean, and there's no one here. not even vaggie ]
[ she slowly climbs up to her hands and knees, then her hoovesies, shakily. looking around. once again: ]
Hello?
[ it's hard not to wonder (hope) that all of this is just a bad dream ]
[ as she rises to her feet, she can see more clearly now - there's signs of a fight, actually. along the walls, across the floors. the whole place is decorated in red, which makes the deep dark stains less obvious but they're definitely there. you'd think at least there'd be squatters. it's a giant unused building, isn't it? that someone would at least try and take shelter at the place you'd built, at least a little good made of something that only ever tried to do good. but no one even wanted that. something terrible happened here.
it's funny, how quickly something can fall apart without a guiding hand. there's no answer, at first, but there's a creak from upstairs.
[ yeah, she's getting an increasingly bad feeling about this, and grips her own arm tightly. she tries not to jump to conclusions, but none of this looks promising. she really, really hopes this is a bad dream ]
[ she'll head upstairs, even if it is a creak. maybe there's someone else here ]
[ as she heads up the stairs, there's even more evidence of a clearly vicious fight. burn marks and slashes on the walls, things torn off and used as projectiles and smashed through doors into empty and destroyed rooms - and some of the blood isn't red anymore. it's glowing, still, even after all of this time. splattered across the walls in great and vicious arcs.
it seems someone fought hard to try and save this place. someone believed in it. believed in you.
there's an open door at the end of the hallway. or maybe not even a door as much as what remains of a doorframe, where something heavy smashed through it - enough to rend the place open to the sky. ]
[ the more she walks up the stairs, the more she wants to cry. her hotel, reduced to this. her last hope and dream. unfortunately for charlie, this is what she thinks awaits her if she goes back. her worst nightmare is being confirmed with every step she takes ]
Hello?
[ she repeats again, slowly walking to the door. did someone survive? anyone? ]
[ if they did survive, it seems as if it's been too long for them to have stayed here of all places. dust coats the baseboards and settles on the windowsills.
there's no reply. but it's obvious now why this place might be deemed untouchable. there's a corpse pinned by a spear to the wall, golden blood soaked into her clothes and the floor below her. it's been here a while. no one thought to take her down, it seems. ]
[ here come the waterworks. even if it is just another one of charlie's nightmares (which she's no longer thinking at this point, she's fully immersed), the tears spill out freely. she wrenches the spear free so she can catch vaggie in her arm, and cradle her corpse in her arms ]
Vaggie... no... please...
[ it's pointless, she's obviously long dead, but. ]
there's an eternity in hell to look forward to, you know. alone. there's no response from a corpse, of course. her head lolls to one side and her eye is blank, and staring at nothing. there's silence, except for the sound of crying.
and then, down the hallway, a sound. the soft sounds of heels - or hooves - on old carpet. ]
[ she reaches down to gently take charlie's face in her hands, smiling softly - and more than a little apologetically. charlie can feel it, actually, the emotion of that. a deep well of grief for leaving, for it ending up like this. ]
I need you to listen, Charlie. I can help you, but you need to leave before it's too late. We can make sure you will be there to protect her.
I shouldn't ask more of you, but I need you to promise me something.
[ her mother smiles at her, tears at the corner of her eyes as well. charlie is filled with a sense of righteous anger at her situation, at the world, at heaven for letting such things happen, but her Mom is here now. Her Mom can help fix it, because that is what Moms do. ]
You're going to have to wake up soon, but you need to take me with you. And once you're awake, I can help you. [ she shakes her head and corrects herself. ] I will help you.
[ it's true. just having her here, trying to help, makes everything seem a little less horrifying, even as vaggie's corpse is still in her lap, as her hotel is in shambles around her, as the unseen corpses charlie knows are there littering the rest of the hotel. as charlie's on the precipice of giving up, her mom is there ]
Of course, mom. Of course I'll take you.
[ it doesn't make sense, really, but this is a nightmare, and her mom's always in her heart anyway. it's no trouble. ]
[ her mother pulls her into a tight hug, and she feels that sense of righteous anger surround her. a mother's love - that wrath, that will protect her from the world, that will keep everything she loves safe, no matter the cost. ]
I'll see you soon.
[ vaggie is gone, but her mother is still there, burning hot beneath her skin and then-- darkness. ]
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[ she hates using violence, but she cries out in pain when she fails to wrench her fist free and it pops. no, she realizes she can't talk her way out of it. ]
[ so with her free hand, she aims a punch at his face. if powers are on, in a blink, she's transformed into her demon form, horns and tail out ]
Stop using my friend's face! Show me your real one!
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[ she can transform. she can be anything she wants here. it seems like everything is malleable here, a reflection of the real world that isn't quite real.
She can struggle as much as she wants, and when she aims that punch and hits, it feels like punching into concrete. As she digs her feet in, the sand starts sinking, all the way up to her knees before she knows it. ]
You'll need to find a way out. I don't know how much I can help you, but I'll try.
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[ she says please but there's a hint of aggression in it, even as gets a big owie from punching. owie... but she shifts her focus to trying to get out of the sand, slowly so she doesn't sink faster -- trying to step away from it ]
What are you going to do?
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he doesn't answer the question, only smiles beautifically and then shoves her head under, and it will feel like drowning on dryland. It's a horrible feeling, sand in her lungs - enough to make her feel small and helpless again no matter how powerful a demon she is and it's nothing but darkness, darkness darkness until
she wakes up. On the floor of a familiar hotel. ]
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[ when she wakes up on the floor of the hotel, she hyperventilates just a little, feeling the ground with her hands and hooves and trying to make sure it's all real ]
[ hopefully there's no one else here watching her lose her shit ]
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in fact, it seems exceedingly empty. and dusty, even. enough that it will fill her nose and make her sneeze as she starts to move around - maybe that's all it ever was to begin with? just a panic attack about a little dirt?
as she starts to move, she'll see that the carpet is faded and patchy, and none of the lights are on - windows hang open with the glass smashed. wallpaper is peeling off the walls, and everything shiny or intriguing has been ripped from its sockets. it's not as if the denizens of hell would leave a perfectly good hotel with plenty to rummage through untouched.
it's quiet in here. maybe thankfully. she can have a moment to catch up with herself. ]
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[ she slowly climbs up to her hands and knees, then her hoovesies, shakily. looking around. once again: ]
Hello?
[ it's hard not to wonder (hope) that all of this is just a bad dream ]
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it's funny, how quickly something can fall apart without a guiding hand. there's no answer, at first, but there's a creak from upstairs.
it could just be old floorboards though. ]
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[ she'll head upstairs, even if it is a creak. maybe there's someone else here ]
... Vaggie? Alastor, Niffty, Husk...? Angel?
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it seems someone fought hard to try and save this place. someone believed in it. believed in you.
there's an open door at the end of the hallway. or maybe not even a door as much as what remains of a doorframe, where something heavy smashed through it - enough to rend the place open to the sky. ]
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Hello?
[ she repeats again, slowly walking to the door. did someone survive? anyone? ]
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there's no reply. but it's obvious now why this place might be deemed untouchable. there's a corpse pinned by a spear to the wall, golden blood soaked into her clothes and the floor below her. it's been here a while. no one thought to take her down, it seems. ]
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Vaggie!
[ here come the waterworks. even if it is just another one of charlie's nightmares (which she's no longer thinking at this point, she's fully immersed), the tears spill out freely. she wrenches the spear free so she can catch vaggie in her arm, and cradle her corpse in her arms ]
Vaggie... no... please...
[ it's pointless, she's obviously long dead, but. ]
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there's an eternity in hell to look forward to, you know. alone. there's no response from a corpse, of course. her head lolls to one side and her eye is blank, and staring at nothing. there's silence, except for the sound of crying.
and then, down the hallway, a sound. the soft sounds of heels - or hooves - on old carpet. ]
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[ i'd write a sadder tag but i'm too eepy ]
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or is it familiar? it has been so very long since she's seen her mother. ]
... We don't have much time. They'll be looking for you soon.
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M-Mom? You... you're here?
[ she needs a second to process it ]
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I need you to listen, Charlie. I can help you, but you need to leave before it's too late. We can make sure you will be there to protect her.
I shouldn't ask more of you, but I need you to promise me something.
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[ she looks up at her with her tear-stricken face, putting her own hands over lilth's. seven years. ]
[ seven years's worth of words come bubbling to the surface, but charlie finds she can't speak any of them. it's too much. it's all too much ]
What is it?
[ her expression, wet and red as it is, says it all: whatever she's asked, she'll do. ]
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You're going to have to wake up soon, but you need to take me with you. And once you're awake, I can help you. [ she shakes her head and corrects herself. ] I will help you.
[ a solemn promise. ]
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Of course, mom. Of course I'll take you.
[ it doesn't make sense, really, but this is a nightmare, and her mom's always in her heart anyway. it's no trouble. ]
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I'll see you soon.
[ vaggie is gone, but her mother is still there, burning hot beneath her skin and then-- darkness. ]