patheticvillain | thirty-seven ➢ psychic spam & voice

[Open season to any psychics around: a bad dream. Or a memory, but fantastical enough to masquerade as a simple dream. It's about justice, and games, and a carnival death. It's about entertainment, and about despair.]

[He kills the girl in the memory-dream. He remembers doing it, and he remembers feeling ashamed and weak. She had his secret. She knew, somehow, the worst thing he'd ever done in his life, the worst sin he'd ever committed - and she was going to tell.]

[He lured her to the roof, and he walked her off the edge. And they found him out. Of course they fucking found him out.]

[There was no escaping judgment, of course. Nobody before him had, and it was vaguely satisfying to realize that nobody after him would, either.]

[A deck of cards, taller than him, boxing him in by suit. Fluorescent green spades and clubs, fuschia hearts and diamonds - they make his eyes hurt. He's staring down four aces, lashed by his ankles to the floor as the cards fan out and begin to circle him. They're on tracks; he can hear the tracks but not see them. What he sees are the sharp edges of the cards whizzing past himm, circles getting tighter and tighter. He can imagine them cutting pieces off his skin, chunks out of his flesh, slicing bone, as they come closer and closer--]

[And then they're here, and they do, and it hurts more than anything's ever hurt before, and he's laughing and screaming and dying--]

[And he wakes up. Sulkily turns on the network and speaks plaintively, too shell-shocked by his own mind and memory to censor himself.]

I dreamed about that goddamn bear again. Let me into the pub.

( ooc; cassel is a super high school level gambler from dangan ronpa! he was also super murdered by monobear. feel free to pick up on that if your character has psychic powers. more info here. )

Threaded | Flat

[Her room is different. The briefing she leaves by her bunk in case of memory disruptions has been reworded overnight, and is much less concise. The penmanship has also suffered. Her item is different, but clearly identified.]

I will.

[And click. She waits by the door.]

[If it were only a dream, Needy might be confused. Her own dreams are like this, sometimes. Muddled and dark and...evil. Tormented. Stealing away her sleep, but even still, useless.

Except she isn't dreaming when it happens. She's sitting up in her room, wide awake.

She knows this. And yet, like distorted whispers through a toy tincan phone, she hears the disjointed fragments of this bad dream invading their way into her mind.

She can feel the fear, hear the thoughts of 'She's going to tell' and all she can think with her own horror and frustration is 'Not again'.

She lets out her own psychic scream of 'Stop!, overloaded.

Whether or not the person on the other end is capable of hearing her, there's no way just then to tell.]

[ Kara blinks for a moment, confused. Cassel's never caused any trouble, so... ]

You're welcome in the pub any time, but what bear?

[One moment he wasn't there, and the next - there he is. Walking along beside Cassel, walking with him as he walks her onto the roof.]

Pretty.

[He sounds as arrogant and blase as ever. Dream-Bond still has his humanity turned off.]

Bit thick, though. How'd you get her up here?

[Slevin is always smiling, it seems - now is no exception. His voice is warm, though, apparently always empathetic for the plight of those around him.

It's a lie, of course, but so thorough that it's impossible to tell for sure.]

Perhaps you should be seeking something a little more longterm.

[It can't be the same bear, she tells herself, but she listens to what other people have to say for once and hears him name it to Kara. She's new, so he hasn't met any version of her who would repulse him (as far as she knows), and she has to offer... something. A sense that he isn't alone, at least.]

There was more than one bear.

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