[ After Erica, she ignored it. A hallucination borne of stress, perhaps, but it's written off. Soon, even the app itself disappears from her phone and desktop. No one mentions a phone application giving headaches, the news continues to drone on reports of deaths, her daughter continues to ignore her, the school continues to send emails demanding she follows the curriculum, finishing the learning plans shoves a wrench into her writing,
Nothing changes.
And it comes back at a vengeance at two in the morning - she has to get ready for work on Monday, she'll oversleep at this rate, and it's just another extravagant contract. A small part thinks to write it, but the large part Remembers, and resists throwing the phone. It's only resisted because her hand raises of its own accord. Again, not again, too late, the name is blurred in her eyes but it's longer than it's supposed to be, not again, and the hand rips away-
The girl in Black is here again, our precious child of of claws and blue, and in front of you is Pink. Curtsying in perfect manners, but the horror is written across her face, a palpable scent in the air. Good.
"I... I offer my greetings... Great Lady Aurora..."
A conversation, aha, most of it is missed, the wine from the party settles in her head, stuffs up the sensation of worlds birthing and dying - and it wasn't much to interest her anyway. Until Pink attacks Black - our piece, our pet, our beloved cat, Bernkastel - an attack on Black is an attack on Us. How rude. It must be reciprocated. Pink comes at you in a fury, desperate screams, a galaxy poised on her hands to take out everything around her.
Her hand raises, a single finger should be enough for the task-
"This bewildering cutie, Lambdadelta, will defeat the evil mastermind Auaurora in one hit!!"
And reality gives way underneath her fingertips, kneeling before its God -
The visions cease and the headache stops in time to the sound of a phone shattering against a wall. Nausea crawls up her throat - too harsh, forced in, not like the wine, which takes out the edge from the world - too similar to the vision- But it fades. Don't focus on it. Treat it like the last one. A mystery to be solved. There is a reason for it. There has to be.
Ah, she regrets breaking the phone. Now she has to get dressed and go to her office. What a pain... ]
What is your name? Featherine Augustus Aurora
Do you think the future is unavoidable? No
Do you consider yourself a bad person? No
Have you ever killed someone/something? Yes
Did you enjoy it? Yes
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise! Haha, you think I have any secrets I consider worth hiding? How about a shocking one instead... I turned a ten year old child into a thousand year old monster, stripping her of all possibility of love and kindness, killing her hundreds of thousands of times.
And it happened because I was bored. I consider it a success. She truly is a most interesting Piece.
[ The account that posted the answers signs off immediately after with a system comment of "connection disrupted". ]
Featherine Augustus Aurora ⚔ Dantalion
Nothing changes.
And it comes back at a vengeance at two in the morning - she has to get ready for work on Monday, she'll oversleep at this rate, and it's just another extravagant contract. A small part thinks to write it, but the large part Remembers, and resists throwing the phone. It's only resisted because her hand raises of its own accord. Again, not again, too late, the name is blurred in her eyes but it's longer than it's supposed to be, not again, and the hand rips away-
The girl in Black is here again, our precious child of of claws and blue, and in front of you is Pink. Curtsying in perfect manners, but the horror is written across her face, a palpable scent in the air. Good.
"I... I offer my greetings... Great Lady Aurora..."
A conversation, aha, most of it is missed, the wine from the party settles in her head, stuffs up the sensation of worlds birthing and dying - and it wasn't much to interest her anyway. Until Pink attacks Black - our piece, our pet, our beloved cat, Bernkastel - an attack on Black is an attack on Us. How rude. It must be reciprocated. Pink comes at you in a fury, desperate screams, a galaxy poised on her hands to take out everything around her.
Her hand raises, a single finger should be enough for the task-
"This bewildering cutie, Lambdadelta, will defeat the evil mastermind Auaurora in one hit!!"
And reality gives way underneath her fingertips, kneeling before its God -
The visions cease and the headache stops in time to the sound of a phone shattering against a wall. Nausea crawls up her throat - too harsh, forced in, not like the wine, which takes out the edge from the world - too similar to the vision- But it fades. Don't focus on it. Treat it like the last one. A mystery to be solved. There is a reason for it. There has to be.
Ah, she regrets breaking the phone. Now she has to get dressed and go to her office. What a pain... ]
What is your name?
Featherine Augustus Aurora
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes
Did you enjoy it?
Yes
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
Haha, you think I have any secrets I consider worth hiding? How about a shocking one instead... I turned a ten year old child into a thousand year old monster, stripping her of all possibility of love and kindness, killing her hundreds of thousands of times.
And it happened because I was bored. I consider it a success. She truly is a most interesting Piece.
[ The account that posted the answers signs off immediately after with a system comment of "connection disrupted". ]