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solidbarrels[ the video feed turns on and the first thing the viewer will see is Cyndaquil's face up close and personal. It looks frantic before it starts screaming into the pokegear ]
Cynda! Cyndaquil!! CynCyn DaQuil CyndaQuil QuilQuil! CynCynCyn Da Cyndaquil! QuilQuilQuil DaDaDa, Cynda Quil?!
[ Waving its arms, it points the camera toward its trainer. Squall looks like he hasn't had any sleep in days (weeks). He muttering to himself. Out loud. There's a wild, bewildered (even fearful) expression on his face. His fingers are digging into his right shoulder. He's without his jacket (and gloves) for once and if someone manages to look close, they might notice the faint burn marks on his wrists. ]
Not Dead. Not Dead. They're alive, they're not dead. They're not gone. Didn't fail them. Didn't let them down. Made sure they'd be safe. That's not them. Can't be them. Not them. Can't be them.
She's not here. Not here, not here, not here!! This isn't her castle. This isn't her trophy room. Not her castle. Not her castle. Not there. Not there. Not dead. They're alive. They're living. They're fine. Not dead, not dead.
[ He grips his head with both hands, shaking it furiously. The Cyndaquil cries out again but its trainer ignores him--apparently this had been going on since last night...]
Didn't fail. Didn't let them down. Didn't fail them. I protected them. all of them. Didn't I? Didn't I? Made sure of it. Made damn sure of it. Had to. I had to. I had to protect them. Be strong. I needed to be strong. For her. For them. For all of them. Wasn't I? Wasn't I?
[ Suddenly Squall's head lifts and he yells out, one arm flinging toward the side ]
Those aren't their bodies!! I didn't fail anyone!!
[ He quiets almost immediately, his eyes widen as if he's seeing something else in front of him.]
Hyne... No...
Cynda!! Cyndaquil!! Quil Quil Cynda!
[ The feed cuts as Squall collapses onto the ground, shaking his head fervently and his Cyndaquil looks pleadingly at the camera--obviously wanting someone to help its trainer.]
[[ ooc: Squall's reliving a twisted memory of Ultimecia's castle with dead (and decaying) bodies littering everywhere. They're ranging from his fellow classmates, to his friends in FF8 to even the Cosmos Warriors. He's also remembering the time Rinoa was trapped in space and in a coma. :>And possibly his sis 'abandoning' him, too, when he was like four. >>;]]
Cynda! Cyndaquil!! CynCyn DaQuil CyndaQuil QuilQuil! CynCynCyn Da Cyndaquil! QuilQuilQuil DaDaDa, Cynda Quil?!
[ Waving its arms, it points the camera toward its trainer. Squall looks like he hasn't had any sleep in days (weeks). He muttering to himself. Out loud. There's a wild, bewildered (even fearful) expression on his face. His fingers are digging into his right shoulder. He's without his jacket (and gloves) for once and if someone manages to look close, they might notice the faint burn marks on his wrists. ]
Not Dead. Not Dead. They're alive, they're not dead. They're not gone. Didn't fail them. Didn't let them down. Made sure they'd be safe. That's not them. Can't be them. Not them. Can't be them.
She's not here. Not here, not here, not here!! This isn't her castle. This isn't her trophy room. Not her castle. Not her castle. Not there. Not there. Not dead. They're alive. They're living. They're fine. Not dead, not dead.
[ He grips his head with both hands, shaking it furiously. The Cyndaquil cries out again but its trainer ignores him--apparently this had been going on since last night...]
Didn't fail. Didn't let them down. Didn't fail them. I protected them. all of them. Didn't I? Didn't I? Made sure of it. Made damn sure of it. Had to. I had to. I had to protect them. Be strong. I needed to be strong. For her. For them. For all of them. Wasn't I? Wasn't I?
[ Suddenly Squall's head lifts and he yells out, one arm flinging toward the side ]
Those aren't their bodies!! I didn't fail anyone!!
[ He quiets almost immediately, his eyes widen as if he's seeing something else in front of him.]
Hyne... No...
Cynda!! Cyndaquil!! Quil Quil Cynda!
[ The feed cuts as Squall collapses onto the ground, shaking his head fervently and his Cyndaquil looks pleadingly at the camera--obviously wanting someone to help its trainer.]
[[ ooc: Squall's reliving a twisted memory of Ultimecia's castle with dead (and decaying) bodies littering everywhere. They're ranging from his fellow classmates, to his friends in FF8 to even the Cosmos Warriors. He's also remembering the time Rinoa was trapped in space and in a coma. :>
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[action] Cecil and Firion can feel free to jump in too, I guess.
Date: 2010-09-19 01:03 am (UTC)[The hallucinations the fog caused were awful. The warrior wouldn't have wished anyone through such a thing, not even Garland, who he considered his worst enemy. With the memory of his own experiences due to the fog so fresh in his mind, the warrior responded to his comrade's post as soon as he heard it.]
Squall. Squall!
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:18 am (UTC)Instead of bothering to say anything this time around, she simply watches the feed and the little Cyndaquil worry about his trainer.
She parts her lips to say something, but decides against it, closing ehr eyes instead.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 01:33 am (UTC)N-No! Stop it! Squall and Leon are different...they aren't the same person. Squall is different...he'll never be Leon...it's impossible.
[She closed her eyes trying to regain her own sanity until she heard Cyndaquil cry out again. It was hard to stay quiet watching her friends suffer. Why couldn't the next town be a few hour walk from Violet? She might be able to be more helpful for him. Cyndaquil wouldn't have to suffer alone and Squall wouldn't be alone out there. It hurt to see him like that. It really did hurt her deeply.]
Cyndaquil! Can you hear me?
[She opened her eyes and looked sadly at the fire pokemon. There might be tears forming, but she'll be okay. The hallucinations are affecting her emotions even more.]
[action] Yay Dissidia help chain party
Date: 2010-09-19 01:50 am (UTC)Squall! This is only an illusion. No one is dead. Snap out of it!
[action] Go, go, Dissidia Rangers! *guitar riff*
Date: 2010-09-19 05:02 am (UTC)Squall, Cecil is right. No one has died! We are all right here!
[He knelt down to the prone man, laying a hand on his shaking shoulder. Squall needed to feel and see something real.]
Open your eyes, Squall!
[OOC: Is it okay to assume they found him?]
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Date: 2010-09-19 07:14 pm (UTC)[ The touch of a hand on his shoulder and the SeeD jerks, flinching hard. His eyes are still closed, afraid that if he opens them he'll be seeing her--lifeless, dead. Floating in space, along with dozens (hundreds) of familiar looking corpses around him
[ Squall's throat tightens, his left hand immediately grasping his right shoulder, digging into an old wound again with hard enough force to leave marks. ]
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Date: 2010-09-19 07:16 pm (UTC)video;
Date: 2010-09-19 07:19 pm (UTC)[ The Cyndaquil waves its arms at the camera, nodding its head briskly. Its not even bother to hide the tears running down its face. Everything that's happening to its trainer has been much, much worse than what the Cyndaquil experienced so far with him and his nightmares ]
video; I CAN HTML I PROMISE
Date: 2010-09-19 07:20 pm (UTC)I cannot do anything for him... He must come out of it himself.
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Date: 2010-09-19 07:25 pm (UTC)Squall. They aren't dead. I promise you. It is a trick.
video; (<3)
Date: 2010-09-19 07:36 pm (UTC)[ the fire type's head bows, the facial expression very much crestfallen right now ]
video; ;3
Date: 2010-09-19 07:38 pm (UTC)[Yeah she's not sympathetic but it's okay, Cyndaquil, this is her way of showing she cares.]
He is stronger than this. I can tell.
[action]
Date: 2010-09-19 07:54 pm (UTC)No magic...?
[He'll deal with that later. First they need to snap Squall out of it.]
Squall, please, open your eyes. Light and Firion and I are there, see? We're in Cherrygrove, not a castle. Everyone is fine, we're all just being tormented by some outside force. It's nothing but a nightmare.
[action]
Date: 2010-09-19 07:57 pm (UTC)[He reaches to rub Squall's back, trying to soothe him and distract him from the nightmare. It was something Maria's mother did for Firion when he was young and the death of his parents were fresh.]
Please, Squall. Listen to our voices. Listen to Cyndaquil. We are real!
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Date: 2010-09-19 08:17 pm (UTC)[ translation: Strong, Trainer, is! This not like last time! Bad Dreams he has but not like this! ]
[Video]
Date: 2010-09-19 08:21 pm (UTC)I know! Squall isn't doing so well and his hallucinations are much worse than what I've seen. I can tell by the way he was mumbling before, but it isn't the time to panic. Cyndaquil, please calm down! We won't be any help to your partner if we both don't calm down...
[She'll be taking deep breathes and hopes this will encourage the pokemon to relax too. She wanted to get the Cyndaquil to relax before she gave him orders on how to take care of Squall before someone came over to save him.]
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Date: 2010-09-19 08:33 pm (UTC)A trick. Has to be. Her doing. Not here. not here. Not dead. Not dead. Not there. Not There. Trick. Trick. Trick. Illusion. Just like then. Just like Cosmos. Trick. Trick. Trick. Has to be. Needs to be.
[ He can't breathe. His breathes become shorter. ]
Didn't fail, couldn't failed. Made sure. Made damn sure.
I killed her. I had to kill her.
[ he lifts his head, opening his eyes before he ducks down again, closing them tightly, hating what he just (thinks) he sees ]
Dead. My fault. All my fault.
Couldn't protect them. Couldn't protect any of them.
Useless. Worthless.
In the end.
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Date: 2010-09-19 08:41 pm (UTC)It's an illusion... [And she is certainly no stranger to unfortunately real-feeling illusions back at home. There is something in her voice that is so... unconcerned. As if she isn't worried at all.] It's not real, Squall.
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Date: 2010-09-19 11:08 pm (UTC)Squall, Ultimecia is not here. You defeated her. No one is dead. It is an illusion. It must be difficult to see, but I swear to you that it is not real.
[He will not make any assumptions about the things that happened on Squall's world, but the warrior will tell him what he knows is true.]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-19 11:36 pm (UTC)[It's not fair. It's not fair for Squall to be tormented by these nightmares like this, to feel so much guilt for nothing. Whoever did this, Cecil will make them pay.]
When I first arrived here, I was terrified. I'd been separated from my friends, I didn't recognize the town around me, I wasn't even fully myself... But then you answered me. You reassured me. You came to meet me. And when you did... I was really happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time.
So please, listen to us! Ultimecia is gone! The ten of us all survived! And I'm sure that, back home, there are many people waiting for you! You didn't fail anyone!
[action]
Date: 2010-09-20 02:16 am (UTC)Listen to us! This is all an illusion! Look past what your mind sees and see us! There is no Ultimecia! There is only Cecil, Light, and I. We are not dead and we are still in Cherrygrove city!
Please Squall! Your friends are here to guide you, we are no illusion. Open your eyes and take courage! Listen to our voices and heed our call!
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Date: 2010-09-20 02:35 am (UTC)[ Voices, he could hear voices around him--different almost from what the... corpses are saying, muttering, yelling at him (telling him what he had been muttering, thinking, for the last day and a half). The new voices, however, are hard to ignore, keep saying that it's all an illusion, that it's not real. Squall tries to focus on them, something about them being clearer and more real, before the corpses start screaming at him (Failure, Failure. Didn't protect us. Didn't save us. What type of Leader are you?) ]
Hyne.
[ There might be tears building in his eyes as the landscape changes suddenly (supposedly) to the island ]
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Date: 2010-09-20 03:43 am (UTC)[ Squall mutters lowly, before shaking his head even more. The Cyndaquil looks back to the pokegear and back at its trainer, hoping to see any change ]
Trick. Has to be. Trick. Not real.
[ Squall's eyes are still closed, he doesn't seem to do much other than put more pressure into his old impalement wound ]
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Date: 2010-09-20 03:45 am (UTC)That's right. Tricks. They want you to feel this way... But you can't let them win.
Or that makes you weak.
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Date: 2010-09-20 01:43 pm (UTC)[ Calm down? Cyndaquil's at its wits' end right about now. Nothing it seemed to do when this entire mess started seemed to help its trainer snap about of whatever hallucination its in. ]
[Video]
Date: 2010-09-20 02:06 pm (UTC)This isn't good. [She starts to think to herself outloud.] If Cyndaquil doesn't calm down, then we won't be able to help Squall. A calm pokemon is a strong pokemon.
[She looks at the screen and tilts her head.]
Cyndaquil, have you tried attacking your trainer? Do you know any type of physical attack?
[And Chansey will pop up at the screen staring at the screen.]
Chansey! Chan chan sey chansey!
[Chansey is asking Cyndaquil to tell her all of his attacks and she'll tell her trainer about them.]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-20 07:29 pm (UTC)[Light isn't exactly reprimanding, but he doesn't entirely approve of the hitting. The illusions are very difficult to break through. He still hasn't entirely banished his own, and if he didn't have this to help focus him, he would probably slip back into it himself.]
Keep trying, Squall. It isn't real.
[action]
Date: 2010-09-20 08:51 pm (UTC)[But would getting away truly be enough?]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-20 09:20 pm (UTC)[He feels bad for slapping the man, but he didn't know what else to do. all he could do was try and snap him out of it. With Cecil and Light, he spoke and convinced them. But Squall was experience something much more devastating and it was having a profound effect.]
Squall just needs to realize that this is reality. That we are real and that what he think he is seeing is not. My voice broke through your nightmare, Cecil. And ours got through Light's. We all need to break through Squall's nightmare now.
action; ( s-so s-sorry. orz)
Date: 2010-09-20 09:56 pm (UTC)[ Squall's facial expression completely changes. He snarls low, gripping hard glaring at his mind's perceived notion of who said "This is reality". The Sorceress. It's the Sorceress standing before Squall, her voice (the haunting crackle of her accented voice) sounding in Squall's imagination.
--This is reality. No one kan help you. Sit back and enjoy the show. SeeD. A Kursed SeeD, a mere lokust of existence! I've won. You failed. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!--
[ Edea might have been the one to speak that line to him (to everyone) but it was because Ultimecia in control, possessing his Matron, delivering the killing blow on the Galbadian president as Squall and Irvine watched from afar.
[ The island around him remained but this time, he could hear (or think he could hear) the sounds of a parade approaching him, of the band and orchestra playing that haunting song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Kjkanvutvk).
[ Instead of dancers and spectators, Squall could see the corpses from before filling in their places, dancing, cheering, surrounding, mocking him. Rinoa, a decaying Rinoa, stands in Seifer's place next to the Sorceress.
[ Squall's grip tightens. ]
This ends now!
[ He growls darkly, previously blank eyes flashing gunmetal gray with fury ]
[action] I need to stop failing at being on at the right time.
Date: 2010-09-21 01:06 am (UTC)[Warrior is cut off when Squall suddenly flies upright, breaking the grip he had on the hand on Squall's shoulder and pushing him backward. He sees Squall push Firion down and grab for his throat, and hears him shout. He's obviously still stuck deep in the illusion.]
[He grabs at Squall's arm, doing his best to wrestle his grip off of Firion's throat and to pull him back. He's nearly shouting now, to try and get through to the gunblade wielder. This can't continue- Squall has to wake up soon, or they might be forced to fight him.]
You're attacking your comrades. Let go, now!
[action]
Date: 2010-09-21 01:42 am (UTC)Squall, please, stop! That is Firion you are attacking!
[For the first time since those nightmares started, he takes out Cleffa.]
Cleffa, sing that song again! The one that made the rats fall asleep.
[He can only hope it will work on a human.]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-21 02:05 am (UTC)Eyes shut tight, he kicked and pulled at Squall regardless. The near body slam had already taken most of his air and he hadn't had much time to take it another breath for it was cut off.]
...gk-!
[The grip tightened, he was in pain now. Firion winced and frantically tried to breath, his heart pounding too fast. He couldn't breath! Stars were filling his vision, darkness encroaching at the edges. Even his efforts were starting to slow.]
action; (s-so late)
Date: 2010-09-24 08:01 am (UTC)[ In Squall's head, he could still hear her, that wretched song that played during the parade, the laugh of the Witch, the mocking words of the crowds. He could see her, smirking at him from below.
[ Squall growls again, eyes narrowing into an unfocused glare, oblivious to everything around him ]
[action] Also late.
Date: 2010-09-24 09:09 pm (UTC)Squall, let go!
[It seems like Cleffa's song isn't working. They need to do something else.]
Cecil, help me to pull him off!
[action] Late party is go?
Date: 2010-09-24 11:17 pm (UTC)[He joins Light and starts pulling, strongly but not too harshly. Squall is already panicked enough; giving him more reasons to attacked them would be a bad idea. Meanwhile, he keeps muttering under his breath, as reassuringly as possible.]
It's alright, it's alright, we're not your enemies, it's alright, please come back...
[He can only hope his words reach Squall.]
[action] \o/
Date: 2010-09-24 11:23 pm (UTC)Sq-Squall!
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Date: 2010-09-25 01:41 am (UTC)[ He's back there. Facing her again as she stands above him, laughing mockingly from her throne. The dancers of the parade swarms around him, repeating her words.
[
[ Squall growls, shaking his head fervently, trying to get rid of the sudden tiredness in his limbs. He tries to focus on the fact that he's not there (he can't be there, it's impossible to be in two places at once--had to be a trick, a trick induced by her powers, to keep him confused; make him less likely to kill her now), not in her throne room and that's it's really her underneath him. Her that he's trying to kill ]
[ Squall's arm pulls back, even with Warrior and Cecil holding onto it before he slams Firion's head and neck back onto the ground ]
[action] Whoa, Squall.
Date: 2010-09-25 02:01 am (UTC)Firion!
[Light can see the way Firion's goes limp when his head connects with the ground. He is probably only knocked unconscious, since a blow like that wouldn't have the power to kill someone, but it is the final straw. Whatever the nightmare Squall is facing, it is stronger than the ones that Cecil and Light faced, because it doesn't allow their words to get through to him. Trying to talk Squall out of this clearly isn't working.
So now the Warrior draws back, only for a moment, enough to get more space, and swings a fist at Squall's jaw. He doesn't do anything to temper the blow. There would be time for apologies later, but this needed to be ended now, before Squall could get a chance to do any more harm.]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-25 02:57 am (UTC)By that point, Cecil doubts a punch would work. If anything, it would make Squall even angrier.]
We should contact the authorities! They might be trained to deal with that sort of case!
[He tries to reach his Pokégear, but it's too far away and he really doesn't want to let go of Squall right now.]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-25 03:00 am (UTC)action;
Date: 2010-09-27 02:45 pm (UTC)[ His Cyndaquil walks up to his face, its fire blazing bright red on its back in worry and fear (adrenaline pumping through the mouse's veins). The Heat of the flames incites a full-body jerk out of Squall before the SeeD scrambles into back into a standing position, away from his starter.
[ Fire. Fireball. Seifer. That night, during the storm. Before everything happened. A gunblade slashing downwards, blood on his face
[ Squall starts rubbing the scar on his face ]
[action]
Date: 2010-09-28 11:32 am (UTC)Squall? Can you hear us now?
[action]
Date: 2010-09-28 04:30 pm (UTC)So Cecil takes out his Pokéball and calls out Cleffa, sending her to Firion. Once that is done, he turns back toward Squall.]
Squall, it's us. Warrior of Light and Firion and Cecil. Can you see us, or do you see someone else?
[action]
Date: 2010-09-28 04:34 pm (UTC)Wh-Where is Sq-[cough]-Squall?
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Date: 2010-10-02 09:45 pm (UTC)[ Revolver. Revolver wasn't in his hand. It was supposed to be in his hands when the heat of fire rushed into this face. His blade was supposed to shield him but the fire, it wasn't surging at him. Wasn't flying toward him. It was just near him. Just happened to appear near him, near his face. Suddenly, spontaneously, instantly. Seifer's attack, he saw coming, felt the heat grow hotter as it approached but this... this was different.
[ What the hell was going on?
[ The voices, the song, everything is fading. It's a fog wrapped around his mind. He's still on the island, he still sees the barren wasteland he traversed after Ultimecia was defeated, after Edea had...
[ After Edea absorbed her powers.
[ He killed her, Ultimecia, during the conflict. He made sure of it. Her blood was on Revolver's blade, it took hours (days) for him to be convinced that he got rid of that tainted blood. Even though it only took him an hour to clean the blade from blood so the others wouldn't see what he done, to see the visible evidence on his sword. ]
What's... going on?
[ Squall mutters this to himself (not really expecting an answer--he's alone, isn't he?), the hand on his face dropping down. His eyes are closed, his breathing controlled and even. ]
[action]
Date: 2010-10-02 09:58 pm (UTC)We are surrounded by a fog that induces hallucinations. Firion, Cecil, and I are the only ones here, other than your Cyndaquil.