Tourn RP Archive

... Theora would awake in a strange room- four gray stone walls surrounded her, and a stone floor, with a clear glass ceiling showing various stars and galaxies above. It would be almost beautiful, if not for the circumstances. The room itself was mostly featureless, just the four walls with no decor... And seemingly no exit?? Theora sat along the wall of the room, she had a splitting migraine that did not fade even as s he was waking up. She was chained to the wall behind her- from her wrists and ankles. There was a figure floating in front of her. It floated about five feet off the ground, and a gray cloak covered its body. The cloak was about four feet long, so the creature inside was that size or smaller. The only feature of its actually body visible were its eyes- six glowing eyes. Two each of red, blue, and green. Its stared down at him, almost as if it were analyzing her. There was a man in the room as well, laying limply on the far side of the room. He had black hair and green highlights- shaved on one side with an intricate pattern. His eyes were closed weakly. He wore a flowing open robe, green pants, and green dress shoes. His body was riddled with red scars-.. Burns, maybe? His right arm was bandaged up, and his gray cloak was spotted with blood all over. His only movement was weak breathing. @soul | 🎻

As always, her eyes took in every detail. Stone - visually similar to metal in darkness, just the texture that changed. Glass - a nice luxury, and that view. That view... She wouldn't get lost in that. No exit. Figured. With her teeth gritted, she bent her arms and arched her legs against the chains. Deep breath through the slight gaps of the teeth, cold. Then she looked to the floating figure. Theora stared at it, its eyes, keeping a level expression. She blinked; the bag was covered. "You have him." Insane priorities girl. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

As Theora tried to speak, no sound would be emitted. In fact, nothing in this room was capable of producing any sound.. The floating figure stared at Theora for a little while, before raising up a small hand and pointing down at her. "Have. Who?" Random memories of people saying those words played in her mind to craft those sentences. Suddenly- a door appeared on the side of the room, and in walked Miles, holding her shotgun. He aimed it right at her head, looking down the barrel with an uncharacteristic amount of seriousness that she would probably catch on to. @soul | 🎻

Theora squeezed her eyes shut, all those little snapshots of every Eye replacing her sight, and twisted her head away from the figure as the memories played. Faces she wasn't supposed to remember, their faces torn like paper. Neither of them were his. Of course not. She would have answered the figure, because what was the point of hiding her intent, but as soon as he entered, nothing else mattered. She thrashed against the chains, pulling against them, trying to get closer. He had her gun, but they had him. Her mind was working with impracticalities. Just break out the chains. Get to Miles. Take the gun. Knock him out. Stop yourself from going further. Take him back. Be done. As if to try enact her plan of impossibilities, Theora pulled against her chains again. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

Miles kept his sights on Theora, and fired. There was no sound, but the recoil and bullet speeding toward her was pretty clear. It found its mark right in her stomach. It splattered blood on to the wall behind her, and it sure as hell hurt. If she tried to touch the wound, it would feel just how it looked as well. @soul | 🎻

Eyes shut. All those little spots popping up behind her vision - that dark snapshot where her Eye on his bag was. Then there was a splash of blood in her vision and, for a moment, she heard the violent whir of something itching closer to her ear. She opened her eyes. Not real. But it whirred in her mind until slowing into an unsteady grind, turned off, then gone. And there was a bullet in her stomach. Miles wouldn't shoot her. Theora's hands trembled but she looked up at the floating figure, her mind pushing through the agony and the blood. "Give him to me," she spat, "Now." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"No. He is. Mine.!." @soul | 🎻

Theora pulled against the chains as far as she could go, her yell interlaced with her scream from the pain. "GIVE HIM TO ME." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"No." Miles began to turn the gun toward himself... @soul | 🎻

"No." Theora paused in her escape attempts. Then, hysterical, she began to thrash again, pushing herself forward and screaming against the pain in her stomach. "NO!" @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

(Self harm/suicide) "What? You. Need. Him.?." Miles put the barrel of the gun in his mouth and stared over at Theora. @soul | 🎻

"YES!" Perhaps she'd be crying if she could. She continued to violently pull against the chains, trying to get closer to Miles. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"For. What?" Miles put his finger on the trigger. @soul | 🎻

Theora continued to pull the chains. Pain wasn't a factor in it anymore. "I need to bring him back to where he belongs," she snapped, her eyes fixed to Miles. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"More. Specific.!." Miles pushed down on the trigger- just a hair. "Not. Very. Pleased. With. Eye. On. Bag. Spying." @soul | 🎻

"NO-" Theora shrieked as Miles pressed on the trigger even slightly. She forced her voice to sharpen as she answered the figure. "Where he belongs. Where both of us belong." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

(Suicide) "Hmm.. too. Vague.!." Miles pulled the trigger, but once again, no sound could be heard. That didn't stop the splatter from hitting the wall behind him and falling to the ground, laying in his own quickly forming puddle of blood. @soul | 🎻

Theora stopped. She didn't pull against the chains, didn't try to scream, she didn't even blink. She just stared at Miles. His body. She wanted him dead. She needed him alive. There was a strange flurry of happiness at his death, jealousy that she hadn't held the gun, but it was all overwhelmed by the absolute despair. They wanted him alive. She'd failed. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

Alrai pin kept up the illusion for a few more seconds, before suddenly, everything returned to normal. Theora had no gunshot wound, miles and her gun were nowhere to be seen, and all the blood was gone. "Very. Interesting. Person." @soul | 🎻

Theora stared at the empty space where Miles had been, moving forward slightly. Then she looked toward her stomach. No wound. "Where is he?" Queen of priorities. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"Also. Stupid. Person." @soul | 🎻

"WHERE IS HE?!" Theora yanked at the chains. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"In. My. Hands." @soul | 🎻

"Give me an actual answer!" @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"You were. Not. So. Keen. On. Giving. ME!. One.!." The memories voiced back. The figure floated down closer toward her. "But. the boy. Is. here. Somewhere. Both of you. Will. die." @soul | 🎻

Theora refused to answer that first part and she absolutely refused to look at the figure. Her gaze was stuck to where Miles had been. "I'm going to get out of here, and I'm going to get him and I'm going to leave," she said, slowly, steadily. "Whatever the cost." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"You. are. a. fool." The memories spoke again. Theora's head began to ache as the staring intensified. "Not. even worth. speaking. to you. Not. Listening." @soul | 🎻

Theora gritted her teeth as if trying to transfer the ache in her head to her mouth so she could spit it out. Not how that worked but sure. "I don't listen to you. Give him to me." @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

"You will learn. Your. Place." The ache became so strong that it would feel like her skull was about to get ripped open. It would be very tempting to pass out. @soul | 🎻

Only one memory was needed for those words. One man. Theora screamed through her teeth, gnashing them together, grinding, but gave into the temptation. In the grand face of pain, take the easy route. In the grand face of failure, run while you still can. Girl passed out. @Mads|Madison📱+Aldreda🔥+NPCS👽

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