The Mouth Of Madness
Posted: 14 Feb 2016, 18:13
Elizabeth: It was dark here. So very dark. Elizabeth had no idea why it was dark either. Reynold had asked her to stay here, but this was not the here she was thinking about or had forseen. What a cruel fate, to be trapped within the dark for what seemed like, already an eternity, when it was probably only but a few nights. In fact, where had he gone? After Reynold had asked her to stay and she decided to stay, he simply vanished. At random moments a thought would enter her head, one not of her own and while it seemed familiar, the woman mostly ignored it. She had to find Reynold and decline his invitation to stay here.
Shamus: It had been days since he had changed his clothes. His mood always fell when she was not there, but that was just the first to come. Shamus had attempted to talk with Elizabeth since she left, but it never comes out right. He cannot say the things he needs to say and she responds accordingly. He brought a hand through his hair, but it caught upon the disheveled tangles and ripped out a knot. Bringing his hand to his face to look through the mass of torn hair, he could not see anything. The room felt haunted. He could hear the sound of rain, but was not sure if it was there or here. He had told her he would drown, he was beginning to believe it. The world was to ruin and he would follow.
Elizabeth: And so, she began her search for Reynold in the vast abyss of emptiness, attempting to speak his name, but failing to do so.Not only was it dark, but it was oddly quiet as well. Speaking in a place like this would echo, maybe. It seemed to be a place of never ending darkness. Maybe she was in a cave. No, that wasn't accurate. Caves had a potential variety of things. Water in some form usually trickling from somewhere within, but still...she heard nothing. Finally, Elizabeth resided to the idea of if she wanted to find the man, she would have to speak out and alert others to where she was at. "Reynold?!" Her tone was filled with undertones of resentment and apprehension as the woman stopped and waited for his reply, or appearance before her.
Shamus: His eyes eventually fell to his knife. It started to seem so simple. He could meet her and not have to wait. A small grin began to take hold of his features. All he had to do was use the knife and he could see her again. The more he looked at the knife, the more it made sense. Shamus fell to the point where he raised the knife into the air, before he broke. Dropping the knife on the floor, he curled into a ball. This was not what Elizabeth would want, he told himself. She would come shortly. With a start, he jumped to his feet. He could swear he heard something. Nothing was around, there was nothing to see. He fell to the floor with his head crashing on to his knees. Would he ever hear her again? His mind began to wander as it always did, in search of her comfort, her presence, her mind.
Elizabeth: What met the woman was more silence as she waited for his reply. Frustrated, the woman kept walking, and talking at the top of her lungs as she progressed onwards. "This is not what you promised me!" Elizabeth began to realize now, that Reynold had tricked her. But for what reason? Was it some ploy to keep her distracted while his bloodline made a move against her own? The very thought sickened her, and made Elizabeth worry for the safety of those within her bloodline. Antigony-she was such a fragile woman-more fragile than when Elizabeth had been sired. Isabella...why she wasn't much older than Elizabeth in terms of vampire years, though Elizabeth had lived longer than her sire had, and as for the grand master himself? Well, she could only hope that an ill-fate befell upon him.Her own thoughts were halted when she felt something. A presence. Elizabeth abruptly turned left and then right and saw...nothing. "HELLO?"
Shamus: His throat felt like it was closing. His eyes opened wide as he began to claw at his throat. Blood began to fall as he tore into it. For whatever reason, he could not breathe. He had to get his throat open, if he could not he would die. Blood began to pour down his throat, he couldn't breathe. He stopped clawing at his throat as a realization dawned upon him, he was going to drown. There was nothing he could do, but drown on his own blood. Shamus felt somewhat at ease, it would be easy. There would be nothing to fear, he would be enveloped by the darkness. It was already pressing into his mind. The eternal shadow that watched over him, that kept him from harm. He would find warmth in that cold embrace. A smile touched his lips, it would not be much longer. As his mind began to long for the darkness, a light flickered. A small light that sent a ripple through the darkness. At first, Shamus faltered, not sure what to expect from this. As the ripples began to die, the light remained ever present as the darkness. A sound echoed from within and he pulled away. What it could be, he didn't know and it scared him. He stared into the light, trying to think of a way to reason with it so it would leave him be. He trembled in fear as it did not die away. Would this light haunt him forever more? If only she was here, she would protect him. With his longing, the light seemed to grow. With a shaky gargle of a voice he spoke, "Tulip..."
Elizabeth: Finally, a reply, but not in a form Elizabeth had expected. It was a flower that was said. She knew of the flower and the voice...she knew that voice as well. It was not his voice though. Not the great deceiver's voice. It was...the other his, voice. Yes, it was Shamus' voice. "Impossible." She whispered before turning around to see him there. Elizabeth did not understand what was going on. Shamus, from what she remembered was not anywhere near as old as she was in terms of vampire years. How can Reynold and Shamus live side by side? "You." She said quietly, still focused on finding Reynold. "You are here to help me." She concluded. Maybe this was a dream. Yes, this had to be a dream. Sometimes she was in his and he in hers, so this most certainly was that. "We have to find that treacherous liar." Elizabeth spat out with such clear disdain that her tone was harsh, clear and concise.
Shamus: It had been days since he had changed his clothes. His mood always fell when she was not there, but that was just the first to come. Shamus had attempted to talk with Elizabeth since she left, but it never comes out right. He cannot say the things he needs to say and she responds accordingly. He brought a hand through his hair, but it caught upon the disheveled tangles and ripped out a knot. Bringing his hand to his face to look through the mass of torn hair, he could not see anything. The room felt haunted. He could hear the sound of rain, but was not sure if it was there or here. He had told her he would drown, he was beginning to believe it. The world was to ruin and he would follow.
Elizabeth: And so, she began her search for Reynold in the vast abyss of emptiness, attempting to speak his name, but failing to do so.Not only was it dark, but it was oddly quiet as well. Speaking in a place like this would echo, maybe. It seemed to be a place of never ending darkness. Maybe she was in a cave. No, that wasn't accurate. Caves had a potential variety of things. Water in some form usually trickling from somewhere within, but still...she heard nothing. Finally, Elizabeth resided to the idea of if she wanted to find the man, she would have to speak out and alert others to where she was at. "Reynold?!" Her tone was filled with undertones of resentment and apprehension as the woman stopped and waited for his reply, or appearance before her.
Shamus: His eyes eventually fell to his knife. It started to seem so simple. He could meet her and not have to wait. A small grin began to take hold of his features. All he had to do was use the knife and he could see her again. The more he looked at the knife, the more it made sense. Shamus fell to the point where he raised the knife into the air, before he broke. Dropping the knife on the floor, he curled into a ball. This was not what Elizabeth would want, he told himself. She would come shortly. With a start, he jumped to his feet. He could swear he heard something. Nothing was around, there was nothing to see. He fell to the floor with his head crashing on to his knees. Would he ever hear her again? His mind began to wander as it always did, in search of her comfort, her presence, her mind.
Elizabeth: What met the woman was more silence as she waited for his reply. Frustrated, the woman kept walking, and talking at the top of her lungs as she progressed onwards. "This is not what you promised me!" Elizabeth began to realize now, that Reynold had tricked her. But for what reason? Was it some ploy to keep her distracted while his bloodline made a move against her own? The very thought sickened her, and made Elizabeth worry for the safety of those within her bloodline. Antigony-she was such a fragile woman-more fragile than when Elizabeth had been sired. Isabella...why she wasn't much older than Elizabeth in terms of vampire years, though Elizabeth had lived longer than her sire had, and as for the grand master himself? Well, she could only hope that an ill-fate befell upon him.Her own thoughts were halted when she felt something. A presence. Elizabeth abruptly turned left and then right and saw...nothing. "HELLO?"
Shamus: His throat felt like it was closing. His eyes opened wide as he began to claw at his throat. Blood began to fall as he tore into it. For whatever reason, he could not breathe. He had to get his throat open, if he could not he would die. Blood began to pour down his throat, he couldn't breathe. He stopped clawing at his throat as a realization dawned upon him, he was going to drown. There was nothing he could do, but drown on his own blood. Shamus felt somewhat at ease, it would be easy. There would be nothing to fear, he would be enveloped by the darkness. It was already pressing into his mind. The eternal shadow that watched over him, that kept him from harm. He would find warmth in that cold embrace. A smile touched his lips, it would not be much longer. As his mind began to long for the darkness, a light flickered. A small light that sent a ripple through the darkness. At first, Shamus faltered, not sure what to expect from this. As the ripples began to die, the light remained ever present as the darkness. A sound echoed from within and he pulled away. What it could be, he didn't know and it scared him. He stared into the light, trying to think of a way to reason with it so it would leave him be. He trembled in fear as it did not die away. Would this light haunt him forever more? If only she was here, she would protect him. With his longing, the light seemed to grow. With a shaky gargle of a voice he spoke, "Tulip..."
Elizabeth: Finally, a reply, but not in a form Elizabeth had expected. It was a flower that was said. She knew of the flower and the voice...she knew that voice as well. It was not his voice though. Not the great deceiver's voice. It was...the other his, voice. Yes, it was Shamus' voice. "Impossible." She whispered before turning around to see him there. Elizabeth did not understand what was going on. Shamus, from what she remembered was not anywhere near as old as she was in terms of vampire years. How can Reynold and Shamus live side by side? "You." She said quietly, still focused on finding Reynold. "You are here to help me." She concluded. Maybe this was a dream. Yes, this had to be a dream. Sometimes she was in his and he in hers, so this most certainly was that. "We have to find that treacherous liar." Elizabeth spat out with such clear disdain that her tone was harsh, clear and concise.