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Is This Home?
Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now
There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now
There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...
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Without him around to keep her in check and look after her, the madness had taken control of Maka. He only had to reach out with his soul to find hers to know, searching through their link, perhaps a dangerous move but right now at this point in time he didn't care. There had been a change to it. A dark, evil change. With so many souls consumed and so many pure Weapons and Meisters taken, it was only natural that she would become a Kishin in his absence. Nobody could kill her; the black blood made her much too strong, the madness making her crazy but cunning.
It was only when he reached their apartment - somehow still standing - that it finally became reality. The apartment was completely trashed, looking much like something from a horror movie. His name is scratched over the walls in blood, over and over again as though she'd been trying to summon him back from the tower. Placing a hand to the wall, Soul heaved a sob before he dropped down to his knees. He had left her when she needed him around, been taken to the tower. He'd failed.
Again.
hello i suck a lot
And yet Crona wasn't really regretting it, even while following the trails of gore and flesh through the unlit city. This wasn't home, or at least their specific home- but it shouldn't have had to be anyone's, especially Soul's. Crona wasn't sure where to go, or what to look for specifically, given they hadn't had long enough to chat about their differences. Both he and this Soul were too skiddish and worn, but one thing at least held true.
When Crona spotted the still-standing apartment building, it was only a matter of getting in, up the stained staircase and through the rubble and mess, finding the apartment door slightly ajar. The door creaked slowly open, Crona gripping the frame and poking their head inside. They heard something like a sob, and jostled from the doorframe, skittering inside out of concern. The place felt sick, and frankly, they didn't want to linger here long. "U-uhm...Soul? A-are you, here?"
no you don't :3
"I-I'm here..."