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castleinthemist2012-03-16 01:53 am
duomaxwell) wrote in castleinthemist2012-03-16 01:53 am
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01 | Can you hear me, I know I'm just a whisper | OPEN
He remembered a headache when he'd woken far too early for his liking. It was a bad one, too. All of neck ache and tired eyes and not being able to look at even the flickering of a torch light without wincing.
But the headache became a distant thought when Duo's morning when from strange to stranger in a matter of minutes.
As soon as he opened the door to his room he knew something was wrong.
The common room was full of people. Familiar faces, faces he hadn't seen in years and faces he'd seen only a few months ago. All of them were talking, but none of them had voices he could hear. He stared at them at first, just watching as they passed him by one one by one. The store owner that he stole from more times than he should have when he was little. The little boy he argued with constantly when he was going to school for that short time. The mechanic who helped fix his bike when he crashed it six months ago. Hilde. Trowa. Cathrine. Some laughing, some frowning, some just chattering on as if everything was normal. All of them there but... not.
The longer he stared the more he realized that they weren't solid. At all.
This wasn't real. Or... was it? The wall of the castle was still cold and rough beneath his fingers. The floor flat and solid beneath his feet. None of it made any sense.
And then he saw something that made his heart sink. Just at the exit of the common area, black robes and a warm smile and everything he missed about that man who had been in his life for such a short time.
"Father Maxwell... ?"
He didn't even realize he'd breathed the name until it was out in the air. All at once the fading image of the man turned and left the area. Duo's feet were moving before he could stop himself, voice crying out like a frightened child.
"Father!"
He rounded the corner, only to find Father Maxwell gone, replaced by more ghost-like figures of people moving about. The familiar black robes were lost to the ethereal crowd. Duo stumbled to a halt, back hitting the stone wall just before he slid down it. No tears fell, but his heart ached so much he thought for sure it was going to explode from his chest.
"What the hell is going on...?"
(ooc: backdated to the start of the dream event. Anyone who touches Duo will likely get some very disconnected and oddly scattered images of people they don't know, but no solid memories like other people affected by the event.)
But the headache became a distant thought when Duo's morning when from strange to stranger in a matter of minutes.
As soon as he opened the door to his room he knew something was wrong.
The common room was full of people. Familiar faces, faces he hadn't seen in years and faces he'd seen only a few months ago. All of them were talking, but none of them had voices he could hear. He stared at them at first, just watching as they passed him by one one by one. The store owner that he stole from more times than he should have when he was little. The little boy he argued with constantly when he was going to school for that short time. The mechanic who helped fix his bike when he crashed it six months ago. Hilde. Trowa. Cathrine. Some laughing, some frowning, some just chattering on as if everything was normal. All of them there but... not.
The longer he stared the more he realized that they weren't solid. At all.
This wasn't real. Or... was it? The wall of the castle was still cold and rough beneath his fingers. The floor flat and solid beneath his feet. None of it made any sense.
And then he saw something that made his heart sink. Just at the exit of the common area, black robes and a warm smile and everything he missed about that man who had been in his life for such a short time.
"Father Maxwell... ?"
He didn't even realize he'd breathed the name until it was out in the air. All at once the fading image of the man turned and left the area. Duo's feet were moving before he could stop himself, voice crying out like a frightened child.
"Father!"
He rounded the corner, only to find Father Maxwell gone, replaced by more ghost-like figures of people moving about. The familiar black robes were lost to the ethereal crowd. Duo stumbled to a halt, back hitting the stone wall just before he slid down it. No tears fell, but his heart ached so much he thought for sure it was going to explode from his chest.
"What the hell is going on...?"
(ooc: backdated to the start of the dream event. Anyone who touches Duo will likely get some very disconnected and oddly scattered images of people they don't know, but no solid memories like other people affected by the event.)
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But when he sees Duo leaning against the wall he hurries over, forgetting at that moment that he had never met him in his human form.
"Hey, are you okay?"
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"N... not really..."
He tried to smile, but it came out weak with an equally shaky laugh.
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Rubbing his hands over his face, Duo tried to stand again, but found his knees too weak. Apparently he was going to be stuck on the floor for now.
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"Hey, you need help getting somewhere?"
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The images weren't going away. There were still people, shades of people moving around him, talking without voices and laughing without sound. They were still going to be in the common room, and maybe even his bedroom. Would moving from where he was even make a difference?
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"... maybe you should go. If I'm gonna lose it probably better no one's around to see it."
Or around to get hurt.
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He shook his head, hands tugging at his hair.
"It's--.. I'm fine... nothin' dangerous, I swear. I'm just freakin' out..."
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"...And I'm not that much younger than you are."
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"Where am I supposed to go... ? It's not like it's any better in there..."