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entranceway2015-02-21 09:20 pm
eventheirvoice) wrote in entranceway2015-02-21 09:20 pm
2 \\ In my head, I see you all over me (video/action)
[ MYSTIQUE HAS HAD IT OFFICIALLY.
When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.
If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.
She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]
I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.
[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]
Your time starts now.
[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!
Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.
Nice knowing you, head invader. ]
When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.
If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.
She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]
I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.
[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]
Your time starts now.
[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!
Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.
Nice knowing you, head invader. ]
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Which is why he's standing in front of the the Lorax now, glaring at the fuzzy cheeto. The Lorax is oblivious, and continues to deal cards to the animals he's playing with.]
Why do you have to be here?
[As always, the Lorax doesn't have an answer. He never did.]
You-- you're not even real right now! You're just some figment of my mucked-up imagination, stuck in a loop-the-loop. Can you even hear me?!
[The Lorax looks up at him, as per the memory, to ask genuinely how selling his Thneed went, and the Once-ler groans, throwing his hands up in the air.]
You can't! You can't hear me, because you're not even really here! This is...it's just some dumb event, some stupid thing Wonderland's doing and YOU...who even knows where you went?
[He sounds resigned, but then the Lorax pipes up. "Hey, you gave it your best shot! What more can you do?" It's enough to set the Once-ler off shouting again. He can probably be heard all the way from the hall, but it's not like he gets a lot of visitors anyway.]
SHUT UP, just shut up, Mustache! I don't know why you're here, but you need to get out. Now.
[He points in the direction of the door, but obviously his memory of the Lorax isn't going to do anything, though somehow he was half-expecting it to do something different this time. To get up, or shout back at him, or lift himself away - anything but just sit there and try to deal an empty space into their card game for the three hundred and ninety-eighth time.
It's enough to suck the wind right out of the Once-ler's sails. His arm falls, and he sinks right down the ground and hugs his legs close to his chest. He's out of options to cope with this, so he just lays his head on his knees and cries. He's angry and he feels awful for being so angry. It's not like it's the Lorax's fault Wonderland is dumb. Besides, of course the Lorax would never really come back. Who would ever want to be around a messed-up jerkwad like the Once-ler anyway?]
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She grumbles angrily, her feet hitting the floor harder as she moves down the hall. She's going to hate herself so much when this is over.
But then sudden shouting stops her and makes her eyes narrow. Mystique has no qualms about spying on people, so she moves towards the door it's coming from and presses her ear against it. Ha. Seems like someone's enjoying this event as much as she is. It fills her with grim satisfaction, knowing this person is just as miserable. In fact, it sounds like the Once-ler. That's even better!
Yes. Even better. Nice to see him sooo angry. Her eyes have narrowed again, so much that her vision has blurred.
She's listening closely to everything through the door, trying to time what's said with the foreign emotions in her head. The longer she stands there, the more her anger builds. The last straw is when she hears the soft sound of crying and it perfectly matches up with a fresh wave of sadness.
How delightful. She should've started from the top and worked her way down, in retrospect. Would've spared her a lot of trouble.
Mystique is very tempted to kick her way into his room and kill him then and there, no matter how much others are trying to convince her otherwise. But no! She tends to prefer the quiet side of deadly. Harder for her to get caught that way.
She pulls away from the door, smoothing her hair back into place. It's time to put her years of emotional training to use (even if it's been difficult to lately). She doesn't want him to have any warning, after all! Her face goes cool and blank, her mind filling with mild happiness.
Mystique knocks lightly, forcing away the deep satisfaction that keeps threatening to rise to the surface, and waits. ]
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That feeling doesn't last, but...the one it's replaced with doesn't quite match. Happiness? Happiness now? It's met with confusion, but it's also enough to make him lift his head up and rub at his eyes. The urge to cry is fading with this bizarre mix of emotions, but it's not quite enough to make him feel entirely better. Maybe it's a little stronger than happiness, but being happy at all right now just reignites that guilt in him.
Though...maybe he's just grateful that someone is at the door at all? That doesn't seem quite right, but he doesn't know what else it could possibly be. So, he suppresses the urge to tell off whoever it is.]
Door- [He stops and clears his throat. His voice sounds too watery and rough at first, but he tries again.] Door's open!
[He's not going to make an effort to get up and answer the door though. Nah, he's just going to stay sitting where he is on the ground. He wasn't done moping, and he's not really up for pretending to be a half-decent host at the moment. Even with that mild misplaced happiness, he is absolutely miserable.]
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Hello. You look terrible.
[ Her eyes take in his lurid surroundings. It's nearly enough to make her vomit, and fitting for someone like him. Mystique then focuses on his face, ignoring his ever-playing memory. ]
I thought I'd stop by. See how you were doing. Quite the event we've got going, hmm?
[ Despite her outward look of concern, she keeps up with her internal vague emotions, determined to cover up her utter loathing. ] Maybe I should've brought a handkerchief with me.
[ To wipe up all the blood, of course. ]
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[He doesn't sound grateful or flattered though. He sounds like he wishes she hadn't stopped by at all.
The Once-ler still doesn't really want to get up, but he does anyway. She's already inside and it would be kind of pathetic to just stay on the ground. He feels pathetic though, like he could just lay on the ground and cry for days and it makes all of this other movements tired and heavy. He remembers this feeling well. It happened a lot back in the valley - his version of it, with all the muck and guck.
Once he's standing, he shrugs, as if that somehow proves he's okay.]
Look, I'm fine, alright? I'm up, I'm slightly less terrible, so...mission accomplished for you, I guess.
[None of this is how he's actually feeling though. His emotions are exactly the same levels of misery and self-loathing they were when she first opened the door, so he's mostly lying to try and make her leave so he can wallow in peace.]
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[ Mystique crosses her arms, quietly observing him with a piercing gaze. His misery's reaching downright disgusting levels. It's also making it hard to keep her focus, so she finally gives his memory some attention. Is that orange thing supposed to be something? It makes her lip curl a bit.
Ugh. She can't win no matter what she pays attention to in here. Perhaps she should get this over with as soon as possible.
Well...after a bit of torture. It only seems logical that their surroundings are causing his troubles, so she's going to make that the focus of their conversation now. Too bad for him! ]
This place looks terrible.
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He huffs though, like it didn't bother him, but even without sharing emotions it's obvious that it did.]
I'd hate to see what you consider good then.
[How could anyone look at the world around them and think it's terrible? How could he have ever looked at it and not thought it was worth preserving?]
This is the Truffula Valley, and...it's beautiful. It's nothing like this anymore.
[There's guilt there, but also some anger. Have some respect for the deceased, Mystique.]
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[ She smirks, a little pleasure seeping from her at his obvious discomfort. Found a sore spot, apparently. ]
And I imagine anything done to this...Truffle Valley would be a vast improvement over what its current state is. Or rather, not-current state.
[ Mystique's feeling that anger. And it's amusing. Let the hate flow through you, Oncey. ]
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[He mutters it under his breath, mostly becuase she'd probably murder him if he said it more directly, but come on. She loses any right to complain about retina-searing when she presents herself like that. He huffs though, and quickly corrects her.]
Truffula. It's the Truffula Valley, and you're wrong. This place should have been protected. It...it was perfect, exactly the way it was.
[So much past tense though. Clearly it is no longer the way it looks in his memory, in whatever far-off world he's from.]
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[ With a bored sigh, she looks down at the orange thing again. She wonders if she can kick it. Maybe it bleeds orange. ]
'Was,' hmm? [ Mystique smiles placidly as she takes a moment to sort through the information his emotions and words have given her. It's leading to some interesting conclusions. ] Sounds foreboding.
[ She suddenly takes a few steps closer to him. ] I'm beginning to wonder if you had something to do with that 'was.'
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I...
[Can he even argue it though? He's defensive at first, but...the guilt moves in very quickly and grips him tight.]
...I'm the reason it's a "was" at all.
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She gives some delicate applause. ]
Never took you for a man who could be so destructive. Bravo.
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But it's quickly replaced with anger. He glares, and moves further away from her.]
It's not a good thing. I completely wrecked this place. There are no more trees and nothing can live out here anymore! ...It's not something to be proud of.