OC: Short Post is Short
IC:
Immediately before the illusion took hold an inquiry was made of her. "Need any help?"
A hole in her shoulder hemorrhaging scarlet sands and her other obviously fractured she looked at him with a dumbfounded look. There is a miasma of questionable intent rolling off of her former quarry and his sword has an eyeball. "YES!" She exclaimed as her illusions rewrote Homura's reality. "But I need him alive." She added, her last spoken word to the foreign stranger before her mental kombat took over.</COLOR>
Illusions are powerful reminders that reality is nothing more than perception. As his fingers wrapped around her neck, she could feel the pain of his compressive force. As her airway closed off, her lungs burned for air. She knew it was not real but it felt real. Her broken arm swung limply at her side as her feet parted from the ground. Her other arm, useless still she tried to will it to respond. Even in this false reality her body denied her and was insufficient to pull him away. The world grew dark again but not as it used to be her lungs screamed for air. The sinews of her neck pulled and snapped, her ligaments recoiled as her throat was torn asunder. She was cognizant as it was her illusion, but she still experienced the pains of death that only subsided when she would have died.
Even a fallacy can feel real.
She stood gasping for breath, standing in place, her neck still sore and her lungs still racked with hunger pains as in her mind she just died. Her arm numb with pain and limp hung uselessly at her side. The illusion faded away, like a daydream in the back of one's eyelids. Revelation regarding what or whom he killed finally sunk in, moments too late. "I think I need a medic," Shiori muttered as her knees buckled and she braced herself against the stone building that lined the ally. Sand was pouring from her wounds. "Don't touch the sand," she warned with a racking cough. One identity crisis is enough for the week. She was not dead, but she was barely alive.
And then everything went dark for real.
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IC:
Immediately before the illusion took hold an inquiry was made of her. "Need any help?"
A hole in her shoulder hemorrhaging scarlet sands and her other obviously fractured she looked at him with a dumbfounded look. There is a miasma of questionable intent rolling off of her former quarry and his sword has an eyeball. "YES!" She exclaimed as her illusions rewrote Homura's reality. "But I need him alive." She added, her last spoken word to the foreign stranger before her mental kombat took over.</COLOR>
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Illusions are powerful reminders that reality is nothing more than perception. As his fingers wrapped around her neck, she could feel the pain of his compressive force. As her airway closed off, her lungs burned for air. She knew it was not real but it felt real. Her broken arm swung limply at her side as her feet parted from the ground. Her other arm, useless still she tried to will it to respond. Even in this false reality her body denied her and was insufficient to pull him away. The world grew dark again but not as it used to be her lungs screamed for air. The sinews of her neck pulled and snapped, her ligaments recoiled as her throat was torn asunder. She was cognizant as it was her illusion, but she still experienced the pains of death that only subsided when she would have died.
Even a fallacy can feel real.
She stood gasping for breath, standing in place, her neck still sore and her lungs still racked with hunger pains as in her mind she just died. Her arm numb with pain and limp hung uselessly at her side. The illusion faded away, like a daydream in the back of one's eyelids. Revelation regarding what or whom he killed finally sunk in, moments too late. "I think I need a medic," Shiori muttered as her knees buckled and she braced herself against the stone building that lined the ally. Sand was pouring from her wounds. "Don't touch the sand," she warned with a racking cough. One identity crisis is enough for the week. She was not dead, but she was barely alive.
And then everything went dark for real.
<COLOR color="darkred">Was it like this...?
.....No
It was more like this
.....No
It was more like this