The Sacrifice RP

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Lightweaver2 said:

“Can we go now?”

Tayen crumpled. He went completely rigid, and even seemed to stop breathing.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

4 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Tayen crumpled. He went completely rigid, and even seemed to stop breathing.

Helda rushed to his side, checking for a pulse. “What did you do to him?!”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

Helda rushed to his side, checking for a pulse. “What did you do to him?!”

He still had a pulse, but was completely dead to the world, face a mask of suffering.

"He's just in... well, a lot of pain. Significantly more than you were in, I'd guess, given how long it took."

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

3 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He still had a pulse, but was completely dead to the world, face a mask of suffering.

"He's just in... well, a lot of pain. Significantly more than you were in, I'd guess, given how long it took."

“Bring him back! Make it stop!” Tears fell from her face.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Bring him back! Make it stop!” Tears fell from her face.

"In a moment, but now I'm curious..." She saw a flash of something in his expression, and Tayen went completely limp, pulse gone.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"In a moment, but now I'm curious..." She saw a flash of something in his expression, and Tayen went completely limp, pulse gone.

She screamed, then grabbed the man, trying to enter his body.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

She screamed, then grabbed the man, trying to enter his body.

A wave of pain crumpled her before she could reach him. "Hm. Turns out pain can kill. That kind, anyway."

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

A wave of pain crumpled her before she could reach him. "Hm. Turns out pain can kill. That kind, anyway."

She struggled again to reach him, screaming.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, Lightweaver2 said:

She struggled again to reach him, screaming.

Against her will, she found her muscles locking and spasming from pain, unable to move her toward him. "I'm sorry. That was only a slight possibility, but I had to try. The cost of science, you see."

Edited January 8, 2024 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Against her will, she found her muscles locking and spasming from pain, unable to move her toward him. "I'm sorry. That was only a slight possibility, but I had to try. The cost of science, you see."

She tried to scream, to yell at him, to cry, but couldn’t. She was completely powerless.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

She tried to scream, to yell at him, to cry, but couldn’t. She was completely powerless.

Then, Tayen began to breathe again. Carab's eyes widened. "Well, isn't that something..."

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Then, Tayen began to breathe again. Carab's eyes widened. "Well, isn't that something..."

Helda sighed in relief (if she can)

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

Helda sighed in relief (if she can)

Her pain released. Tayen sat up, looking around. When his eyes landed in her, his gaze was chilling. He was expressionless, emotionless. The love and care that had been in his eyes before when he looked at her was nowhere to be found.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Her pain released. Tayen sat up, looking around. When his eyes landed in her, his gaze was chilling. He was expressionless, emotionless. The love and care that had been in his eyes before when he looked at her was nowhere to be found.

She reached out and touched his face gently, lovingly. “What did he do to you?”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

She reached out and touched his face gently, lovingly. “What did he do to you?”

He didn't answer, meeting her eyes with emptiness, no hint of familiarity or recognition.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He didn't answer, meeting her eyes with emptiness, no hint of familiarity or recognition.

She transferred her soul into his body, trying to see what had happened.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Lightweaver2 said:

She transferred her soul into his body, trying to see what had happened.

What she found was haunting. His mind seemed evacuated, his own self pulverized. All that was left was a distant memory of pain.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

What she found was haunting. His mind seemed evacuated, his own self pulverized. All that was left was a distant memory of pain.

She cried, as only a soul can cry. She tried to see if he would put himself back together.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

She cried, as only a soul can cry. She tried to see if he would put himself back together.

Nothing seemed to change. Whatever may have been left inside him was very still.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Nothing seemed to change. Whatever may have been left inside him was very still.

She slowly exited the body, back to her own. She stood, trembling. “Help him. Fix his mind, his soul.” 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

She slowly exited the body, back to her own. She stood, trembling. “Help him. Fix his mind, his soul.” 

"Hm. He's not the first person I've broken, but this may be the most extreme and unusual case. I'd quite like to observe him, see what functions he retains and how this could develop." Carab retained his disturbingly gleeful smile.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Hm. He's not the first person I've broken, but this may be the most extreme and unusual case. I'd quite like to observe him, see what functions he retains and how this could develop." Carab retained his disturbingly gleeful smile.

“I said to help him. You won’t be studying him, you will bring him back and let us go.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“I said to help him. You won’t be studying him, you will bring him back and let us go.”

"I can't bring him back. What's done is done."

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I can't bring him back. What's done is done."

“There must be a way!”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“There must be a way!”

"No... I've never really been able to put people back together. Sometimes they repair themselves somewhat. Otherwise, they make good projects. Good servants, too, in some cases."