[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]The day he finally showed up, Amaranth Arbor Jones blacked out at the entrance of the Typhoon, at the railway that split the ocean - her body didn't fall, she didn't feel her legs give out, and all she felt was this burning, tingling sensation, as it all went black.
In the emptiness, she heard voices - her own, the voice of someone she didn't know, and the voices of her parents... along with one she didn't know. He cackled, his voice a sinister piercing howl of laughter, that sent shivers down her- well, she couldn't really feel her spine right now. The control over her own body was just, gone - and it felt like a long, empty eternity until she could open her eyes again.
And she gagged at the sight - before her was an NPC, on his knees, screeching horrendously - and her voice, twisted and wrong, was giggling with glee, the same as when she blanked out - was this something her father controlled? no, Roosterteeth was a lord of nightmares, not like this - something was wrong. She was looking through her own eyes but she had no control, she couldn't move at all.
But now she was caught red handed - as soon as the creature was finally put to his not-so-painless end, the not-Amaranth cocked her head unnaturally and simply said, "Your turn." Amaranth, her breath catching, slumped as control was returned to her - and she blinked her eyes, alarmed. What the holy fuck was that?
She glanced down to the ashen corpse at her feet - they'd be soon swept up by the tide, although her clanmates would probably smell the barbecue and come running soon. This NPC, they'd said they were a member of Tanglewood, right? then it would be fine? it definitely wasn't her own clanmate, that's for sure. The tide would be high soon - anyone stupid enough to loiter here was shark bait.
"Speech,"
In the emptiness, she heard voices - her own, the voice of someone she didn't know, and the voices of her parents... along with one she didn't know. He cackled, his voice a sinister piercing howl of laughter, that sent shivers down her- well, she couldn't really feel her spine right now. The control over her own body was just, gone - and it felt like a long, empty eternity until she could open her eyes again.
And she gagged at the sight - before her was an NPC, on his knees, screeching horrendously - and her voice, twisted and wrong, was giggling with glee, the same as when she blanked out - was this something her father controlled? no, Roosterteeth was a lord of nightmares, not like this - something was wrong. She was looking through her own eyes but she had no control, she couldn't move at all.
But now she was caught red handed - as soon as the creature was finally put to his not-so-painless end, the not-Amaranth cocked her head unnaturally and simply said, "Your turn." Amaranth, her breath catching, slumped as control was returned to her - and she blinked her eyes, alarmed. What the holy fuck was that?
She glanced down to the ashen corpse at her feet - they'd be soon swept up by the tide, although her clanmates would probably smell the barbecue and come running soon. This NPC, they'd said they were a member of Tanglewood, right? then it would be fine? it definitely wasn't her own clanmate, that's for sure. The tide would be high soon - anyone stupid enough to loiter here was shark bait.
"Speech,"
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