Dr. Marie Delacroix :: Engineering (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
prosopopoeia) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
poly_chromatic2013-10-22 11:58 am
prosopopoeia) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-10-22 11:58 am
Entry tags:
039 :: ACTION -- WITCH TERRITORY
[ Marie has been plagued by this nightmare before. It follows her everywhere, some days it catches her off guard and she reacts, thrown back into that horrible place that had reeked of decaying flesh. A flashback, a post traumatic reaction. Some days she knows it is all a dream, an illusion, and reliving the horrors does nothing more than deaden already withered emotions. Some days she doesn't care which is which, and she lashes out at nothing at all. ]
[ The nightmare is always there, lurking just at the corner of her vision, a creeping wall of flesh that tries to subsume everything in its path. Not only its body, but its mind: singing a hypnotic song which promises the power and glory of the collective. ]
[ Today, Marie knows it is all a lie, but it is a charade that can cause harm to her, and to others. She has no choice but to wearily take up her gun once more. There is never any choice. ]
SCENE :: 1 [ A chapel turned on its head by a malfunctioning gravity simulator, destroyed by the annelids. The corpse on the floor has died of a self-inflicted wound, his blood spattered over the cross. Lurking the ceiling, suddenly a cavernous drop in the floor, are black-clothed cyborgs that murmur in distorted voices and move almost faster than you can see.GODDAMN NINJA CYBORGS. ]
SCENE :: 2 [ They were once nurses, and they were once called down amongst the eggs, one by one, and changed. The flesh adhered to their metallic parts give them no sense of humanity. Their mothering words are not comforting... They care only for the little ones--the eggs, the worms--and they screech in inhuman voices as their helpless charges are approached. ]
[ The nightmare is always there, lurking just at the corner of her vision, a creeping wall of flesh that tries to subsume everything in its path. Not only its body, but its mind: singing a hypnotic song which promises the power and glory of the collective. ]
[ Today, Marie knows it is all a lie, but it is a charade that can cause harm to her, and to others. She has no choice but to wearily take up her gun once more. There is never any choice. ]
SCENE :: 1 [ A chapel turned on its head by a malfunctioning gravity simulator, destroyed by the annelids. The corpse on the floor has died of a self-inflicted wound, his blood spattered over the cross. Lurking the ceiling, suddenly a cavernous drop in the floor, are black-clothed cyborgs that murmur in distorted voices and move almost faster than you can see.
SCENE :: 2 [ They were once nurses, and they were once called down amongst the eggs, one by one, and changed. The flesh adhered to their metallic parts give them no sense of humanity. Their mothering words are not comforting... They care only for the little ones--the eggs, the worms--and they screech in inhuman voices as their helpless charges are approached. ]
 |
SCENE 2
The shifts in the City's scenery have been nothing short of fascinating, to borrow Commander Spock's favorite word. He has stayed away from them, for the most part, but this--this corridor that looks like it belongs in a ruined spaceship--is too interesting to pass by.
Phaser at the ready (just in case), he steps into the witch's realm. There's a murmuring--female--that he can't make out, and a nearby figure. Humanoid, with robotic lower limbs and flesh from the chest up. It's attention isn't focused on him at the moment...]
no subject
I worry so for my little ones.
[ Metal feet click click click, echoing in the blood spattered hallway as she wanders out of sight, always muttering to herself. It seems the coast is clear, until something wriggles its way up Chekov's ankle... ]
[ The worm is warm, and reeks of death. ]
no subject
Maybe if he just tries to brush it off...?]
no subject
[ Something in the noise lodges itself deep in the mind, a pull to remove your pathetic human consciousness and let The Many bring you to the fold. ]
no subject
But only momentarily. He snaps back to himself, snaps his phaser setting to stun, and shoots the thing dead on. It shouldn't kill it; hopefully, though, it'll keep it quiet long enough for Chekov to get out of this place.]
no subject
[The midwife is returning, curious to see what has upset them, whispering soothing things with her broken voice,]
T-th-errrre, my littttle onesss...
no subject
There's nowhere to run from the android. The City has disappeared entirely. Hoping that the way out is hidden, Chekov retraces his steps to where he entered this... whatever this is. Hive.]