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ickaimpI frikkin' HATE it when people decide to mess with the weather. This whole electrical storm front is NOT natural.
Was in a village type place up in the mountains, playing with some fish in a pond (big fish, lots of fun to pet, very playful) and talking to some friends who were working a mill when the bombs started falling.
Yeah. Bombs. From airplanes.
So big brother type grabs his little sister and me and pushes us all under the water, so that we're at least some what protected as the bombs start exploding in the water and there's chaos and the gear that was turning the wheels is falling over us and people are screaming and running around above us and the fish are exploding and one goes off. right. in. front. of. us.
Then we're out and running because there's uniformed soldiers running around trying to round up everyone and/or kill them and one of the soldiers starts freaking out and has to re-form himself out of some sort of oily substance even though he's not used to it and Commander isn't weirded out by this at all even though the rest of the troupe is. They spot us and start shooting rockets, so we take refuge behind a wall that's what left of the front of what was formerly a pink coloured house as the rockets start a mudslide around the house, and almost bury us except for big brother type has become one with the mud and the dirt and the earth and is covering little sister type and I with his now clay-like body like he's a wall. He reforms and we run to the village where there's some survivors left, and spend sometime wandering around, trying to re-adjust now that everything has been turned on it's head.
And there's people running around dealing with the aftermath of the bombs, because if you're not dead, then you're A: Still Ningen or B: Stuck with some sort of Bakemono inside of you and people are going crazy with them and either killing other people or going insane and starting fires without touching anything and die in writhing agony from the flames which we saw and had to deal with the fire afterwards which wouldn't die cause it had a life of its own.
One guy invites us to live in his apartment complex, which is cool, there's a bunch of us there just trying to survive and help each other the best we can because he's giving us the rooms rent free because he just wants people there and we're happy for a while when one of the guys who's been a little loopy goes to do everyone's laundry in the basement and looses a fight with his bakemono and commits suicide, splattering the freshly cleaned clothes with blood and that's just ew. And we didn't have all that many clothes to start out with
So I go to take a bath in the pond that everything started in and have a little bit of trouble swimming because while we have sorta somewhat gotten used to seeing the piles of corpses from the 'war' and the screaming ghosts bleeding down the walls and the walking spirits on the road, there's just something somewhat disturbing to see dead spirits floating in the water like so many large jellyfish while you're trying not to swim thru them or the occasional corpse that floats by because seeing the spirits dead people is what our bakemono-induced ability is which would be easier to deal with if so many people weren't dieing around us all the time.
Then we woke dreading/eagerly anticipating seeing ghosts this morning. >_<
The death, dieing, moving corpses, bloody massacres, laughing skeletons, bakemono, we're well used to that. Standard dream fare.
This ghost thing is new and rather disturbing. You can't feel them. Even when a bakemono is eating you for lunch, you can at least feel the crushing of the jaws as it breaks your bones and rips your guts and tears your flesh and smell the purid old blood on it's breath. Ghosts... there's just this... *brrrrrrr* No.
Did not help that when we got to work, the electrical storm last night caused network problems, causing machines to act weird and automatically put in passwords when they normally don't. Ghost in the machine.
Am NOT ficcing today.
Was in a village type place up in the mountains, playing with some fish in a pond (big fish, lots of fun to pet, very playful) and talking to some friends who were working a mill when the bombs started falling.
Yeah. Bombs. From airplanes.
So big brother type grabs his little sister and me and pushes us all under the water, so that we're at least some what protected as the bombs start exploding in the water and there's chaos and the gear that was turning the wheels is falling over us and people are screaming and running around above us and the fish are exploding and one goes off. right. in. front. of. us.
Then we're out and running because there's uniformed soldiers running around trying to round up everyone and/or kill them and one of the soldiers starts freaking out and has to re-form himself out of some sort of oily substance even though he's not used to it and Commander isn't weirded out by this at all even though the rest of the troupe is. They spot us and start shooting rockets, so we take refuge behind a wall that's what left of the front of what was formerly a pink coloured house as the rockets start a mudslide around the house, and almost bury us except for big brother type has become one with the mud and the dirt and the earth and is covering little sister type and I with his now clay-like body like he's a wall. He reforms and we run to the village where there's some survivors left, and spend sometime wandering around, trying to re-adjust now that everything has been turned on it's head.
And there's people running around dealing with the aftermath of the bombs, because if you're not dead, then you're A: Still Ningen or B: Stuck with some sort of Bakemono inside of you and people are going crazy with them and either killing other people or going insane and starting fires without touching anything and die in writhing agony from the flames which we saw and had to deal with the fire afterwards which wouldn't die cause it had a life of its own.
One guy invites us to live in his apartment complex, which is cool, there's a bunch of us there just trying to survive and help each other the best we can because he's giving us the rooms rent free because he just wants people there and we're happy for a while when one of the guys who's been a little loopy goes to do everyone's laundry in the basement and looses a fight with his bakemono and commits suicide, splattering the freshly cleaned clothes with blood and that's just ew. And we didn't have all that many clothes to start out with
So I go to take a bath in the pond that everything started in and have a little bit of trouble swimming because while we have sorta somewhat gotten used to seeing the piles of corpses from the 'war' and the screaming ghosts bleeding down the walls and the walking spirits on the road, there's just something somewhat disturbing to see dead spirits floating in the water like so many large jellyfish while you're trying not to swim thru them or the occasional corpse that floats by because seeing the spirits dead people is what our bakemono-induced ability is which would be easier to deal with if so many people weren't dieing around us all the time.
Then we woke dreading/eagerly anticipating seeing ghosts this morning. >_<
The death, dieing, moving corpses, bloody massacres, laughing skeletons, bakemono, we're well used to that. Standard dream fare.
This ghost thing is new and rather disturbing. You can't feel them. Even when a bakemono is eating you for lunch, you can at least feel the crushing of the jaws as it breaks your bones and rips your guts and tears your flesh and smell the purid old blood on it's breath. Ghosts... there's just this... *brrrrrrr* No.
Did not help that when we got to work, the electrical storm last night caused network problems, causing machines to act weird and automatically put in passwords when they normally don't. Ghost in the machine.
Am NOT ficcing today.
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O_____O **does double-take** O_______O
Date: 2003-07-29 07:53 pm (UTC)Okay, didn't mean to drivel on about Stinz and everything, but I love the series. Got the stuff at my house-- can show you when you arrive!
Better dreams to you..... eeeegh......