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Welcome to the Next Dimension Over!
What’s up gang I’m Lilac, coming at you live frommm… wherever I am now!
My hobbies include interdimensional travel, listening to music, making crafts, and art. I love to make friends so you should send me asks
oh yeah I’m a minor so keep it safe for work or you’re getting exploded
Ooc: this is a role play blog! Lilac is my oc, have fun :)
—@/choppedflowermuffinchild
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*You hear an odd sound above you, and near the ceiling of the Iron Lung something in the corner of your vision starts to almost wobble, or warp. And then, from this quivering seam, bursts some rectangular hole, something that can only be described as a portal. Light torrents through it, and there is a rush of cool, fresh air.*
*And then, something falls through this hole, and it closes sharply behind them, taking the light and the air with it. You can tell that this is a person, not very tall. They hit the floor of the submarine hard.*
Ow— OH FUCK WHY IS THE FLOOR SLIMY? EW EW EW WHERE AM I—?
*Your radio cracks with static as the stranger scrambles to sit up, and look around them. You can see now that they aren’t very old, maybe sixteen. They wear glasses and have a small, glowing device in their hand.*
Oh yeah, I got my coordinates way off…
*In the middle of their sentence, they see you.*
Oh hi, sir… sorry about this….
Ffffuck-!
[Simon scrambles away the second he notices the air warping, a hoarse whimper ripping itself from his throat, and he stares with wide, dull eyes at the apparition - because it must be, a hallucination, another false hope dangled in his face by the Eel, or a CO2-and-radiation-poisoning-induced figment of his imagination. Either way, it's not worth acknowledging, and he simply turns away from it, curling back up into a ball against the side of the sub and digging his nails into the bubbling, itchy skin on the side of his throat, trying desperately to return to that hazy state where it doesn't hurt so much and he can pretend he's not just sitting in a metal coffin waiting to die.]
*Unfortunately, they appear quite worried by this, and scrabble across the floor towards you.*
Shit, I’m real sorry… my name’s Lilac, I didn’t mean to scare you, sir. And I’m sorry for cussing, too. I didn’t kick you, did I?
*She is not going away, you can hear her breathing.*
[He doesn't respond audibly - he can't, that'll mean accepting that it's real, and how would it be, the only logical explanation for the portal-thing is another hallucination - but he does flinch away, clearly having heard them even if he won't acknowledge them. His nails dig deeper into his neck, forcing a quiet hiss from his throat at the pain, but at least that's real, something to hold on to as reality unravels around him and those damned whispers echo in his ears.]
Sir? sir, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise....
*Lilac creeps closer, afraid to scare you but also trying to see you better. She hears the hiss of pain.*
Hey, are you hurt? Can I see? I can help, maybe, or I know people who can....
*Lilac reaches towards you, her fingers brushing against the hand clamped onto your neck.*
[Simon flinches, his head whipping around to stare at the... hallucination? But hallucinations can't touch - as she brushes against him, smacking Lilac's hand away on instinct and slapping his palm against his neck instead of his nails, shielding the wound. His gaze is blank, without recognition, and it's clear he wasn't really listening to any of her words, his breathing sharp and quick as he just stares and stares, eyes flicking over Lilac like a prey animal assessing a threat. A far cry from the man they used to call Butcher, something hisses in his ear, and he jolts away from that direction, too, a pathetic creature jumping at shadows and empty air.]
Ow, yeah, okay. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll stay away.
*Lilac moves back to give you some space, sitting on her knees and unsure what to do. She can’t just leave you here, would that be fucked up or what, but she’s clearly going to have to earn your trust.*
*Upon glancing around herself, Lilac realizes that she can’t see much of anything. Your huddled form, and her hands, and some nondescript shadows that all swim together in the darkness. And if she can’t see, then you probably can’t, either.*
I’m gonna take out my flashlight, okay? It’s really dark.
*You hear rustling, and in a few moments, a light sprouts from the back of a device in Lilac’s hand. You can see Lilac better now, and if you were to encounter her in a normal situation, she would not be threatening at all. There is concern in her eyes, but she makes no further movement towards you.*
*She glances down at the ground, and in the better light can see the answer to her question of why the ground is slimy.*
Is that blood?
[Simon doesn't look any better in the light, streaked with blood, his forearms and neck raw like the skin is boiling from underneath, a bloody line ripped across his face, mismatched pupils from the concussion, his hair matted with sweat and more blood, and altogether a mess of a man, enough that he barely looks human anymore. He still stares absently, but at the very least the question seems to get through to him, and his dull eyes follow Lilac's eyeline, staring down at the thin layer of red on the sub floor.]
Y-Yes.
[He croaks, his voice raw and hoarse, like he's been crying or screaming or both. It's hard to see under the blood, but his eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot, so both is possible. He sounds distant, like he's not really aware of the words that leave his mouth, just entertaining the phantom of his own mind.]
Sub's leakin'.
Oh shit, that's not good. Uh, sorry.
*Being able to see the state you're in only serves to make her more worried, it seems. She stands up and begins to pace the submarine, her light sweeping across the walls like a lighthouse's beacon as she taps at something on the device's screen.*
So this is the blood ocean dimension, huh...?
*She stops, and looks at you.*
What's your name?
*You hear an odd sound above you, and near the ceiling of the Iron Lung something in the corner of your vision starts to almost wobble, or warp. And then, from this quivering seam, bursts some rectangular hole, something that can only be described as a portal. Light torrents through it, and there is a rush of cool, fresh air.*
*And then, something falls through this hole, and it closes sharply behind them, taking the light and the air with it. You can tell that this is a person, not very tall. They hit the floor of the submarine hard.*
Ow— OH FUCK WHY IS THE FLOOR SLIMY? EW EW EW WHERE AM I—?
*Your radio cracks with static as the stranger scrambles to sit up, and look around them. You can see now that they aren’t very old, maybe sixteen. They wear glasses and have a small, glowing device in their hand.*
Oh yeah, I got my coordinates way off…
*In the middle of their sentence, they see you.*
Oh hi, sir… sorry about this….
Ffffuck-!
[Simon scrambles away the second he notices the air warping, a hoarse whimper ripping itself from his throat, and he stares with wide, dull eyes at the apparition - because it must be, a hallucination, another false hope dangled in his face by the Eel, or a CO2-and-radiation-poisoning-induced figment of his imagination. Either way, it's not worth acknowledging, and he simply turns away from it, curling back up into a ball against the side of the sub and digging his nails into the bubbling, itchy skin on the side of his throat, trying desperately to return to that hazy state where it doesn't hurt so much and he can pretend he's not just sitting in a metal coffin waiting to die.]
*Unfortunately, they appear quite worried by this, and scrabble across the floor towards you.*
Shit, I’m real sorry… my name’s Lilac, I didn’t mean to scare you, sir. And I’m sorry for cussing, too. I didn’t kick you, did I?
*She is not going away, you can hear her breathing.*
[He doesn't respond audibly - he can't, that'll mean accepting that it's real, and how would it be, the only logical explanation for the portal-thing is another hallucination - but he does flinch away, clearly having heard them even if he won't acknowledge them. His nails dig deeper into his neck, forcing a quiet hiss from his throat at the pain, but at least that's real, something to hold on to as reality unravels around him and those damned whispers echo in his ears.]
Sir? sir, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise....
*Lilac creeps closer, afraid to scare you but also trying to see you better. She hears the hiss of pain.*
Hey, are you hurt? Can I see? I can help, maybe, or I know people who can....
*Lilac reaches towards you, her fingers brushing against the hand clamped onto your neck.*
[Simon flinches, his head whipping around to stare at the... hallucination? But hallucinations can't touch - as she brushes against him, smacking Lilac's hand away on instinct and slapping his palm against his neck instead of his nails, shielding the wound. His gaze is blank, without recognition, and it's clear he wasn't really listening to any of her words, his breathing sharp and quick as he just stares and stares, eyes flicking over Lilac like a prey animal assessing a threat. A far cry from the man they used to call Butcher, something hisses in his ear, and he jolts away from that direction, too, a pathetic creature jumping at shadows and empty air.]
Ow, yeah, okay. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll stay away.
*Lilac moves back to give you some space, sitting on her knees and unsure what to do. She can’t just leave you here, would that be fucked up or what, but she’s clearly going to have to earn your trust.*
*Upon glancing around herself, Lilac realizes that she can’t see much of anything. Your huddled form, and her hands, and some nondescript shadows that all swim together in the darkness. And if she can’t see, then you probably can’t, either.*
I’m gonna take out my flashlight, okay? It’s really dark.
*You hear rustling, and in a few moments, a light sprouts from the back of a device in Lilac’s hand. You can see Lilac better now, and if you were to encounter her in a normal situation, she would not be threatening at all. There is concern in her eyes, but she makes no further movement towards you.*
*She glances down at the ground, and in the better light can see the answer to her question of why the ground is slimy.*
Is that blood?
*You hear an odd sound above you, and near the ceiling of the Iron Lung something in the corner of your vision starts to almost wobble, or warp. And then, from this quivering seam, bursts some rectangular hole, something that can only be described as a portal. Light torrents through it, and there is a rush of cool, fresh air.*
*And then, something falls through this hole, and it closes sharply behind them, taking the light and the air with it. You can tell that this is a person, not very tall. They hit the floor of the submarine hard.*
Ow— OH FUCK WHY IS THE FLOOR SLIMY? EW EW EW WHERE AM I—?
*Your radio cracks with static as the stranger scrambles to sit up, and look around them. You can see now that they aren’t very old, maybe sixteen. They wear glasses and have a small, glowing device in their hand.*
Oh yeah, I got my coordinates way off…
*In the middle of their sentence, they see you.*
Oh hi, sir… sorry about this….
Ffffuck-!
[Simon scrambles away the second he notices the air warping, a hoarse whimper ripping itself from his throat, and he stares with wide, dull eyes at the apparition - because it must be, a hallucination, another false hope dangled in his face by the Eel, or a CO2-and-radiation-poisoning-induced figment of his imagination. Either way, it's not worth acknowledging, and he simply turns away from it, curling back up into a ball against the side of the sub and digging his nails into the bubbling, itchy skin on the side of his throat, trying desperately to return to that hazy state where it doesn't hurt so much and he can pretend he's not just sitting in a metal coffin waiting to die.]
*Unfortunately, they appear quite worried by this, and scrabble across the floor towards you.*
Shit, I’m real sorry… my name’s Lilac, I didn’t mean to scare you, sir. And I’m sorry for cussing, too. I didn’t kick you, did I?
*She is not going away, you can hear her breathing.*
[He doesn't respond audibly - he can't, that'll mean accepting that it's real, and how would it be, the only logical explanation for the portal-thing is another hallucination - but he does flinch away, clearly having heard them even if he won't acknowledge them. His nails dig deeper into his neck, forcing a quiet hiss from his throat at the pain, but at least that's real, something to hold on to as reality unravels around him and those damned whispers echo in his ears.]
Sir? sir, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise....
*Lilac creeps closer, afraid to scare you but also trying to see you better. She hears the hiss of pain.*
Hey, are you hurt? Can I see? I can help, maybe, or I know people who can....
*Lilac reaches towards you, her fingers brushing against the hand clamped onto your neck.*
*You hear an odd sound above you, and near the ceiling of the Iron Lung something in the corner of your vision starts to almost wobble, or warp. And then, from this quivering seam, bursts some rectangular hole, something that can only be described as a portal. Light torrents through it, and there is a rush of cool, fresh air.*
*And then, something falls through this hole, and it closes sharply behind them, taking the light and the air with it. You can tell that this is a person, not very tall. They hit the floor of the submarine hard.*
Ow— OH FUCK WHY IS THE FLOOR SLIMY? EW EW EW WHERE AM I—?
*Your radio cracks with static as the stranger scrambles to sit up, and look around them. You can see now that they aren’t very old, maybe sixteen. They wear glasses and have a small, glowing device in their hand.*
Oh yeah, I got my coordinates way off…
*In the middle of their sentence, they see you.*
Oh hi, sir… sorry about this….
Ffffuck-!
[Simon scrambles away the second he notices the air warping, a hoarse whimper ripping itself from his throat, and he stares with wide, dull eyes at the apparition - because it must be, a hallucination, another false hope dangled in his face by the Eel, or a CO2-and-radiation-poisoning-induced figment of his imagination. Either way, it's not worth acknowledging, and he simply turns away from it, curling back up into a ball against the side of the sub and digging his nails into the bubbling, itchy skin on the side of his throat, trying desperately to return to that hazy state where it doesn't hurt so much and he can pretend he's not just sitting in a metal coffin waiting to die.]
*Unfortunately, they appear quite worried by this, and scrabble across the floor towards you.*
Shit, I’m real sorry… my name’s Lilac, I didn’t mean to scare you, sir. And I’m sorry for cussing, too. I didn’t kick you, did I?
*She is not going away, you can hear her breathing.*
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