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kaisou2022-06-11 03:24 pm
feudalladyshandmaid) wrote in kaisou2022-06-11 03:24 pm
Entry tags:
Action | Open
WHO: Cassandra and YOU
WHERE: Her labyrinth and Kaisou proper
WHEN: 6/5
WHAT: A woman faces her fears in a new world
WARNINGS: Parental neglect/abuse, mentions of injury.
[A: Lost in your own mind | cw: parental issues, mentions of injury]
[The last thing Cassandra recalls is the mine cart she and Rapunzel had been escaping in from that monstrous mole, down endless tunnels long-forgotten by Corona. And then... a blur. Like a piece of the world had been plucked out, leaving empty space in its wake, and Cassandra to pick up the pieces.
And she tries. As she comes into clarity, it's obvious that something is terribly wrong.
After all, cave systems aren't made of mirrors.]
What...
[She turns sharply. No sign of the cart she was tumbling from, or of Rapunzel. It's just her, alone, with no discernible way out of here other than continuing forward down this strange corridor of reflections. But even as she starts taking her first steps, she starts to notice... these aren't reflections of her. Not how she is now. No.
One bent visage displays her as she is now, stranded on a ledge, chunks of dark stone raining down around her. All she can do is weakly lower her head to the stone- No.]
No. This isn't real. It can't be.
[It's a trick. A track. She has to escape.
She walks, then runs, faster and faster. Trying to avoid the images following wherever she went; memories of her, throughout her life. One wall displays her collapsed on the ground, clutching her arm in pain as the princess walks on. She's alone. She's in pain. In the moment, that was fine to her. On another, a young girl, barely four, is reprimanded by her mother for simply wanting to go outside.
And no matter where Cassandra turns, she finds more of herself in this maze, wrapped in these moments of torment. It grates on her heart and, finally, she skids to a stop.
Right in front of her, a young girl sobs for her mother as guards sadly carry her away. It hurts no less now than when she first experienced it. Cassandra grits her teeth, hands clenched as she wills the Moonstone on her chest to do her bidding...
Nothing. No rocks heed her call, despite pouring her will into the stone.]
Crescent high above...!
[She recites it, the words she knows now by heart. Still, nothing.
The crying grates on her heart. So, Cassandra does all she can think to do. She still has her sword, and it makes for a very efficient bludgeon as she swings it with all her might at the glass.]
[B: In the big city]
[Eventually, Cassandra escapes. She's a resourceful one and, perhaps even more, unerringly stubborn. What did a few shattered mirrors matter? So long as she found her way out, that's all that matters. The less time spent trapped in that nightmare the better.
Too bad she's lost in another nightmare now... and this one was a whole lot bigger.]
Okay, just...
[She doesn't want to be lost, but she is. Terribly lost in this strange kingdom of steel and glass. It's altogether nothing like anything she's ever seen before, and if she was aware of how clearly that showed in her expressions, she'd hate it.]
There's gotta be a way around her- No, it's another street.
[Frustration is mounting. This woman, with bright blue hair and armor of black stone, sticks out like a fucking sore thumb. Not that she cares, her mind is too distracted at the moment. Enough so that she marches out into the middle of the road-
HONK
And a car comes to a skidding stop right in front of this sword-wielding lady who snarls over the horn.]
Watch it!
WHERE: Her labyrinth and Kaisou proper
WHEN: 6/5
WHAT: A woman faces her fears in a new world
WARNINGS: Parental neglect/abuse, mentions of injury.
[A: Lost in your own mind | cw: parental issues, mentions of injury]
[The last thing Cassandra recalls is the mine cart she and Rapunzel had been escaping in from that monstrous mole, down endless tunnels long-forgotten by Corona. And then... a blur. Like a piece of the world had been plucked out, leaving empty space in its wake, and Cassandra to pick up the pieces.
And she tries. As she comes into clarity, it's obvious that something is terribly wrong.
After all, cave systems aren't made of mirrors.]
What...
[She turns sharply. No sign of the cart she was tumbling from, or of Rapunzel. It's just her, alone, with no discernible way out of here other than continuing forward down this strange corridor of reflections. But even as she starts taking her first steps, she starts to notice... these aren't reflections of her. Not how she is now. No.
One bent visage displays her as she is now, stranded on a ledge, chunks of dark stone raining down around her. All she can do is weakly lower her head to the stone- No.]
No. This isn't real. It can't be.
[It's a trick. A track. She has to escape.
She walks, then runs, faster and faster. Trying to avoid the images following wherever she went; memories of her, throughout her life. One wall displays her collapsed on the ground, clutching her arm in pain as the princess walks on. She's alone. She's in pain. In the moment, that was fine to her. On another, a young girl, barely four, is reprimanded by her mother for simply wanting to go outside.
And no matter where Cassandra turns, she finds more of herself in this maze, wrapped in these moments of torment. It grates on her heart and, finally, she skids to a stop.
Right in front of her, a young girl sobs for her mother as guards sadly carry her away. It hurts no less now than when she first experienced it. Cassandra grits her teeth, hands clenched as she wills the Moonstone on her chest to do her bidding...
Nothing. No rocks heed her call, despite pouring her will into the stone.]
Crescent high above...!
[She recites it, the words she knows now by heart. Still, nothing.
The crying grates on her heart. So, Cassandra does all she can think to do. She still has her sword, and it makes for a very efficient bludgeon as she swings it with all her might at the glass.]
[B: In the big city]
[Eventually, Cassandra escapes. She's a resourceful one and, perhaps even more, unerringly stubborn. What did a few shattered mirrors matter? So long as she found her way out, that's all that matters. The less time spent trapped in that nightmare the better.
Too bad she's lost in another nightmare now... and this one was a whole lot bigger.]
Okay, just...
[She doesn't want to be lost, but she is. Terribly lost in this strange kingdom of steel and glass. It's altogether nothing like anything she's ever seen before, and if she was aware of how clearly that showed in her expressions, she'd hate it.]
There's gotta be a way around her- No, it's another street.
[Frustration is mounting. This woman, with bright blue hair and armor of black stone, sticks out like a fucking sore thumb. Not that she cares, her mind is too distracted at the moment. Enough so that she marches out into the middle of the road-
HONK
And a car comes to a skidding stop right in front of this sword-wielding lady who snarls over the horn.]
Watch it!
B
Ma'am? It's okay, everything is okay...can we put the sword away and talk? Please? [ She can see the driver in the car gesturing towards them, a mix of anger and fear in their expression, and Luisa holds up a hand to them, silently telling them to wait and let her handle it. ]
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Not enough, it seems.] Everything is not okay, okay? I've been having an awful day since I woke up in... wherever this is!
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I know...believe me, I understand. I went through something similar when I first arrived here too. But I can explain some things for you, if you'll let me.
Let's just...get out of the road, and put the sword away, and I'll tell you everything I can.
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Least of all the woman trying to help and, or, stop her.]
Feels like I don't really have a choice. [She'll grumble, even as her sword disappears back into the shifting sheath that emerges from her back.] Ugh... Fine. We can talk, okay? I'm not going to destroy... whatever this is.
[But she will shoot the driver one last dirty look.]
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My name is Luisa, by the way. I'm guessing you just showed up in some kind of maze before finding yourself in the city?
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[She was about to give her name, but... Well, she's stubborn like that. It needs time. She's already made it to the sidewalk.]
Is that some kind of common thing around here? Ending up in a tunnel filled with [Your worst memories] annoying things?
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More than there probably should be. There are actually a lot of us from different worlds that were brought here and went through one of those mazes.