I dreamed a dream in time gone by...

[these_balls]

Who: Those who lost their souls
Where: a dream
When: June 16-June 25
Summary: As the Shedinja begin their chaos, those whose souls were taken have a bit of a conflict finding a proper reality.
Rating: Probably PG of worse
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[sfaccendato]

[well this is a bit...weird. and creepy. he glances around the room for a moment before he spots her.]

...Mammon?

[wantnotneed]

[The walls cackle and shout words of torment to Mammon, but she stands there, not saying anything in return. In the background, far off into the distance, there are more statues shattering and some of their pieces get sent in Mammon's area... perhaps a statue's arm or a head. Maybe even a leg. Even though it's just a broken piece of a statue, the atmosphere of the room makes it seem very... off-putting.

Mammon notices his presence and turns to look at him, but not before the walls shout even more:]

Useless, useless......!!

I hate you!! Disappear...!!

You're nothing but a delusion inside my head...!!!

[She flinches a bit at that, but keeps quiet.]

[sfaccendato]

[taking a couple steps closer to her now] Mammon? What's going on?

[wantnotneed]

...If they had been able to obey my order, they would probably have carried it out immediately. And yet, here they were crouching down.

___________Empty.
___Sad.
___________________________And pathetic...

[The walls constantly chatter as another statue is smashed against the floor. Cracks are heard, although they are a lot louder than they should be.]

... If I knew, I would tell you.

[sfaccendato]

Huh. [twitches slightly at the smashing sound, because really this is quite creepy.] Perhaps we should try to get out of here, then.

[wantnotneed]

There aren't any exits.

[The next cracking noise sounds a little closer than normal, echoing throughout the room. In fact, there's a small crack on her cheek... her face.]

[sfaccendato]

True, but we got in somehow, didn't we?

[...uh] Wait, are you all right?

[wantnotneed]

Yeah, I'm... [She motions her head so that her hair covers the crack on her face.] ... fine.

[sfaccendato]

[......]

Is this place familiar to you at all?

[wantnotneed]

... It's just a room. I don't recognize it.

DIE, YOU DELUSION!! YOU'RE OF NO USE TO ME! Die... and rot in oblivion!!!

[She's doing her best to stay calm, at least for now.]

[sfaccendato]

Hmm. [he studies her for a moment; even if she seems like she's staying calm, the room is obviously making her uncomfortable. and really, why would anyone be comfortable in a place like this.

he walks the rest of the way over to stand next to her.] Come on, we should go.

[wantnotneed]

But where?

[The denial of her existence cuts deep through her mind and she can't even tilt her head up to look at him in the face. In fact, her head is down and her gaze glued to the floor.]

There aren't any exits. We can't leave, or at least... I can't.

[She silently takes a deep breath in.]

But it'll be fine.

[sfaccendato]

We got in somehow. That means there has to be an exit somewhere.

...And if this continues, I doubt it'll be fine.

1/2

[wantnotneed]

[The mouths continue to jeer at her, to laugh at her... to verbally abuse her. Of course Mammon doesn't like it and she feels like she's bordering on that one breaking point. She was Furniture to be used and that brought her the greatest joy.]

[wantnotneed]

[At this point, she barely holds onto his wrist as if her grip would slip any second.]

Don't... throw me away...!

1/2

[sfaccendato]

[...!!]