Insanity Clinic: Season Two

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Jar Man perks up. "Hm?"

She started gently swaying. "Heehee. Kitty." She fell forward. The quick motion didn't help her either, and she turned a deeper shade.

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

She started gently swaying. "Heehee. Kitty." She fell forward. The quick motion didn't help her either, and she turned a deeper shade.

Jar Man catches her. "Hey, whats wrong?" he looks worried. he rustles around his coat, looking for some smelling salts.

[Spark of Hope]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Jar Man catches her. "Hey, whats wrong?" he looks worried. he rustles around his coat, looking for some smelling salts.

"That's a wonderful question. I was just burning metals and I feel like I imagine you normally feel."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

4 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

"That's a wonderful question. I was just burning metals and I feel like I imagine you normally feel."

"Probably accurate, albeit i don't usually turn green."

[Spark of Hope]

2 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"Probably accurate, albeit i don't usually turn green."

"Huh?" Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes widened.

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

"Huh?" Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes widened.

"ok, thats scary. Do you need something?"

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"ok, thats scary. Do you need something?"

She made the pre-pukey sound. Yes, that one.

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

She made the pre-pukey sound. Yes, that one.

Jar Man just has a bag ready.

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Jar Man just has a bag ready.

She puked into it. Metal flakes floated at the top like disgusting puke sprinkles.

[TheRavenHasLanded]

3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She puked into it. Metal flakes floated at the top like disgusting puke sprinkles.

Jar Man just shrugs. "Eh, not the worst thing I've seen. the metal flakes are weird though. you doing any better?"

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Jar Man just shrugs. "Eh, not the worst thing I've seen. the metal flakes are weird though. you doing any better?"

She gasped for breath. "They're... Allomantic metals.

She nodded. "Yeah, a lot."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She gasped for breath. "They're... Allomantic metals.

She nodded. "Yeah, a lot."

"Ok, good. what did you hear?" 

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he took all this completely in stride.

 

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"Ok, good. what did you hear?" 

 

"Uh... cat. I think I heard Lundyn, too."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

"Uh... cat. I think I heard Lundyn, too."

"Bull. what did you really hear?"

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"Bull. what did you really hear?"

She looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. "A cat. I think I heard Lundyn too."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

She looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. "A cat. I think I heard Lundyn too."

"ok, good. just checking. why'd you get so sick though?"

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"ok, good. just checking. why'd you get so sick though?"

"[Heck] if I know. But the metals may have had something to do with it."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

"[Heck] if I know. But the metals may have had something to do with it."

"Wait, so you actually eat them?"

[Spark of Hope]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"Wait, so you actually eat them?"

"Not eat, swallow. Like pills. But... I guess the specifics don't really matter."

[TheRavenHasLanded]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

"Not eat, swallow. Like pills. But... I guess the specifics don't really matter."

Jar Man shrugs again. "True."

[Spark of Hope]

1 minute ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Jar Man shrugs again. "True."

She wiped her mouth on her arm. "I think it was this way." She started walking ahead of the two of them, arms crossed in front of her.

@Cash67 @shortcake

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood]

Thaidakar's head nodded with the dream.

He'd almost forgotten.

The room was darkness to him, masked in red and black. Shadows threw the tables and stools into distorted shapes. Voices clawed their way into his ears and threatened his peace. Thaidakar ignored them.

The fell liquid clambered down his t throat in repetition. He didn't feel it anymore. Why didn't he feel it anymore? His hand moved outside of conscious thought, bringing the cup to his lips every second, every moment. Maybe this time it would drown out the pain.

The cup fell to the ground and each piece embedded itself into the walls. Liquid sprayed forth, a red fire growing on each droplet. The empty cask of a man fell to the ground, the shards stabbing into his back.

What remained was a shadow, a remnant. And he would always be that. He was the fossilized remains of what had once been a man who could feel.

Watching from a corner in the room, a small thing with feathers smiled with satisfaction. "There you are, chosen one," it whispered. It tapped a small ring on its leg and the holographic form of the king met its eyes. "He is here."

"Good," Chickeee responded, "I will come."

The chicken drew its shimmering dagger and waited, watching the thing on the ground. It had taken many ages of mortals to find him, but today they would kill him. Finally. Satisfaction was a cruel delight.

To Thaidakar, there was nothing but the nightmares which plagued him. A repeated motion of ancient evils in his mind. He didn't see the chicken on the barrel. He didn't notice when one of the walls burst open, free to the darkness of a narrow cavern. And, he didn't see it when a hulking mass of a thing entered the room, ripping apart the roof with its enormous helmet.

King Chickeee in his mechanical suit, an arrogantly placed crown on his head, laughed at the pathetic coward on the ground, "This is the chosen one?" The voice in his mind gave affirmation. "You should have chosen better," said Chickeee, spikes extended from his armored gauntlets. "I will enjoy killing him."

Tears dripped from Thaidakar's eyes, sinking into the cursed ground next to the burning liquor. Yet, even as he fell into the pits of torture, something grew in him. A lust for... for what?

Chickeee raised his mechanical arms and swung down to end Thaidakar's life once and for all. He laughed, "Goodbye, chosen one!"

Metal touched Thaidakar's back, seeking their first kill. Yet, before they could, their target was gone.

Instead, the mech was blown apart and the king's neck was in the now levitating Thaidakar's hands. His eyes were closed, yet they couldn't cease the glowing read tears from seeping down. Crimson flames with black hearts grew around Thaidakar as he raised King Chickee, who was scrambling for breath, higher into the air.

Chickeee gasped, "Fr-free m-me..."

"You want forgiveness? Get religion." *cough* I mean-

There was no reply, only the "chosen one's" hand tightened. Chickeee begged, pleaded.

Soon he was quiet.

The chicken in the corner rushed at Thaidakar. Thaidakar turned, blasted the chicken in the heart with the fires of grief. The lifeless body of Chickeee slid to the ground.

The chicken priest's dagger flew at Thaidakar, yet it quickly slowed to a stop in front of him, inches away from his eye. Thaidakar touched it on the tip and it crumpled, falling to the ground.

He turned to the broken room around him and he roared. The wood, rock and steel burst into flames, falling apart. Thaidakar looked up to the ceiling, a sudden desire for light growing in him. If they were all dead, so be it. And if they weren't, so be it.

And he found, to his surprise, that he didn't care either way.

Pure energy blasted through his eyes, blasting a hole in the roof, turning the rock to slag. Thaidakar, though as a bullet, soared up, going higher and higher through layers of existence until, finally...

The dark red flames were the first thing that appeared in the lobby of the clinic, roaring up from the ground and blasting a man sized whole in the flooring. Soon followed Thaidakar, levitating with his hands at his sides, eyes pure crimson, his locks of hair flowing freely in flight about him as a crown adorned with flames.

It was good to be back.

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Speaking of it being good to be back...

 

[Spark of Hope]

14 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Thaidakar's head nodded with the dream.

He'd almost forgotten.

The room was darkness to him, masked in red and black. Shadows threw the tables and stools into distorted shapes. Voices clawed their way into his ears and threatened his peace. Thaidakar ignored them.

The fell liquid clambered down his t throat in repetition. He didn't feel it anymore. Why didn't he feel it anymore? His hand moved outside of conscious thought, bringing the cup to his lips every second, every moment. Maybe this time it would drown out the pain.

The cup fell to the ground and each piece embedded itself into the walls. Liquid sprayed forth, a red fire growing on each droplet. The empty cask of a man fell to the ground, the shards stabbing into his back.

What remained was a shadow, a remnant. And he would always be that. He was the fossilized remains of what had once been a man who could feel.

Watching from a corner in the room, a small thing with feathers smiled with satisfaction. "There you are, chosen one," it whispered. It tapped a small ring on its leg and the holographic form of the king met its eyes. "He is here."

"Good," Chickeee responded, "I will come."

The chicken drew its shimmering dagger and waited, watching the thing on the ground. It had taken many ages of mortals to find him, but today they would kill him. Finally. Satisfaction was a cruel delight.

To Thaidakar, there was nothing but the nightmares which plagued him. A repeated motion of ancient evils in his mind. He didn't see the chicken on the barrel. He didn't notice when one of the walls burst open, free to the darkness of a narrow cavern. And, he didn't see it when a hulking mass of a thing entered the room, ripping apart the roof with its enormous helmet.

King Chickeee in his mechanical suit, an arrogantly placed crown on his head, laughed at the pathetic coward on the ground, "This is the chosen one?" The voice in his mind gave affirmation. "You should have chosen better," said Chickeee, spikes extended from his armored gauntlets. "I will enjoy killing him."

Tears dripped from Thaidakar's eyes, sinking into the cursed ground next to the burning liquor. Yet, even as he fell into the pits of torture, something grew in him. A lust for... for what?

Chickeee raised his mechanical arms and swung down to end Thaidakar's life once and for all. He laughed, "Goodbye, chosen one!"

Metal touched Thaidakar's back, seeking their first kill. Yet, before they could, their target was gone.

Instead, the mech was blown apart and the king's neck was in the now levitating Thaidakar's hands. His eyes were closed, yet they couldn't cease the glowing read tears from seeping down. Crimson flames with black hearts grew around Thaidakar as he raised King Chickee, who was scrambling for breath, higher into the air.

Chickeee gasped, "Fr-free m-me..."

"You want forgiveness? Get religion." *cough* I mean-

There was no reply, only the "chosen one's" hand tightened. Chickeee begged, pleaded.

Soon he was quiet.

The chicken in the corner rushed at Thaidakar. Thaidakar turned, blasted the chicken in the heart with the fires of grief. The lifeless body of Chickeee slid to the ground.

The chicken priest's dagger flew at Thaidakar, yet it quickly slowed to a stop in front of him, inches away from his eye. Thaidakar touched it on the tip and it crumpled, falling to the ground.

He turned to the broken room around him and he roared. The wood, rock and steel burst into flames, falling apart. Thaidakar looked up to the ceiling, a sudden desire for light growing in him. If they were all dead, so be it. And if they weren't, so be it.

And he found, to his surprise, that he didn't care either way.

Pure energy blasted through his eyes, blasting a hole in the roof, turning the rock to slag. Thaidakar, though as a bullet, soared up, going higher and higher through layers of existence until, finally...

The dark red flames were the first thing that appeared in the lobby of the clinic, roaring up from the ground and blasting a man sized whole in the flooring. Soon followed Thaidakar, levitating with his hands at his sides, eyes pure crimson, his locks of hair flowing freely in flight about him as a crown adorned with flames.

It was good to be back.

 

Sunny sat the stack of books on the counter. She’d had quite the ordeal getting them back from the clinic’s patients. Hopefully no one stole one back - they were all weeks overdue.

Sunny looked at Thaidakar. “Um… hello. Welcome to the Insanity Clinic for-“

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Yes feel free to interrupt her

 

[The Bookwyrm]

16 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Thaidakar's head nodded with the dream.

He'd almost forgotten.

The room was darkness to him, masked in red and black. Shadows threw the tables and stools into distorted shapes. Voices clawed their way into his ears and threatened his peace. Thaidakar ignored them.

The fell liquid clambered down his t throat in repetition. He didn't feel it anymore. Why didn't he feel it anymore? His hand moved outside of conscious thought, bringing the cup to his lips every second, every moment. Maybe this time it would drown out the pain.

The cup fell to the ground and each piece embedded itself into the walls. Liquid sprayed forth, a red fire growing on each droplet. The empty cask of a man fell to the ground, the shards stabbing into his back.

What remained was a shadow, a remnant. And he would always be that. He was the fossilized remains of what had once been a man who could feel.

Watching from a corner in the room, a small thing with feathers smiled with satisfaction. "There you are, chosen one," it whispered. It tapped a small ring on its leg and the holographic form of the king met its eyes. "He is here."

"Good," Chickeee responded, "I will come."

The chicken drew its shimmering dagger and waited, watching the thing on the ground. It had taken many ages of mortals to find him, but today they would kill him. Finally. Satisfaction was a cruel delight.

To Thaidakar, there was nothing but the nightmares which plagued him. A repeated motion of ancient evils in his mind. He didn't see the chicken on the barrel. He didn't notice when one of the walls burst open, free to the darkness of a narrow cavern. And, he didn't see it when a hulking mass of a thing entered the room, ripping apart the roof with its enormous helmet.

King Chickeee in his mechanical suit, an arrogantly placed crown on his head, laughed at the pathetic coward on the ground, "This is the chosen one?" The voice in his mind gave affirmation. "You should have chosen better," said Chickeee, spikes extended from his armored gauntlets. "I will enjoy killing him."

Tears dripped from Thaidakar's eyes, sinking into the cursed ground next to the burning liquor. Yet, even as he fell into the pits of torture, something grew in him. A lust for... for what?

Chickeee raised his mechanical arms and swung down to end Thaidakar's life once and for all. He laughed, "Goodbye, chosen one!"

Metal touched Thaidakar's back, seeking their first kill. Yet, before they could, their target was gone.

Instead, the mech was blown apart and the king's neck was in the now levitating Thaidakar's hands. His eyes were closed, yet they couldn't cease the glowing read tears from seeping down. Crimson flames with black hearts grew around Thaidakar as he raised King Chickee, who was scrambling for breath, higher into the air.

Chickeee gasped, "Fr-free m-me..."

"You want forgiveness? Get religion." *cough* I mean-

There was no reply, only the "chosen one's" hand tightened. Chickeee begged, pleaded.

Soon he was quiet.

The chicken in the corner rushed at Thaidakar. Thaidakar turned, blasted the chicken in the heart with the fires of grief. The lifeless body of Chickeee slid to the ground.

The chicken priest's dagger flew at Thaidakar, yet it quickly slowed to a stop in front of him, inches away from his eye. Thaidakar touched it on the tip and it crumpled, falling to the ground.

He turned to the broken room around him and he roared. The wood, rock and steel burst into flames, falling apart. Thaidakar looked up to the ceiling, a sudden desire for light growing in him. If they were all dead, so be it. And if they weren't, so be it.

And he found, to his surprise, that he didn't care either way.

Pure energy blasted through his eyes, blasting a hole in the roof, turning the rock to slag. Thaidakar, though as a bullet, soared up, going higher and higher through layers of existence until, finally...

The dark red flames were the first thing that appeared in the lobby of the clinic, roaring up from the ground and blasting a man sized whole in the flooring. Soon followed Thaidakar, levitating with his hands at his sides, eyes pure crimson, his locks of hair flowing freely in flight about him as a crown adorned with flames.

It was good to be back.

 

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...Want the affects of this to be felt by Bookwyrm and Insa? Because we're kind of stuck right now.

 

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

Sunny sat the stack of books on the counter. She’d had quite the ordeal getting them back from the clinic’s patients. Hopefully no one stole one back - they were all weeks overdue.

Sunny looked at Thaidakar. “Um… hello. Welcome to the Insanity Clinic for-“

 

"Believe me, I know," he said lightly. "I worked here once. Where's Calano?"

Just now, The Bookwyrm said:

 

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Sure. What sort of effect would you want? I can make up some sort of lore thing that'd fit what you need.