Trippy (Rista, Open)

[Aidara]

Timestamp: 14th of Fall


There didn’t seem to be anyway out. The room was huge and circular, the walls multifaceted and mirrored so to reflect the light from the huge glowing orb that hung near the ceiling. Addy could barely see, blinded by the prisms that bounced from the walls. She stumbled unseeingly into the nearest mirror, her hand outstretched as she reached for any surface.

The glass was cold to the touch, so cold that she tried to jerk her hand away only to find that her fingers were glued there. Panic choked her, competing
with air as she tried to breath. She gasped, her free hand clutching at her chest as she tried and tried to free her fingers. Her chest felt constricted as her head started to swim from the lack of air, but when she opened her mouth to cry for help no sound came forth. She was going to die here, alone.

Where was she, anyway? And just like that her fingers freed from their prison and breathing was no longer a battle; but Addy no longer cared. She walked the perimeter of the room, searching for any detail that would tell her where she was. It was all consuming and important that she figured it out right away. There was nothing to give her any clue, however, so she just kept circling. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was laying in bed with Sira…

The light began to pulse, slowly at first before picking up speed as it brightened. Lifting a hand to shield her face, Addy was trying to peer at the orb through its luminescence when she heard footsteps behind her…

[Rista]

She walked through wintry landscapes with the wind howling around her ears. Beneath her white, above her white, on all sides the whiteness stretched out and hindered her vision, forced her to stumble blindly through the raging storm. Step by step she moved forward, continuing to walk with a bull headed stubbornness that ignored the complaining of the limbs and the numbness of fingers. The snow that covered the ground made it difficult to move, giggling gusts of wind swooped the frozen crystals into piles that reached her knees and higher, forced her to wade, no swim through the snow that never stopped falling. There was a need to hurry. Dangling from her arm was the compass Sairque had borrowed her for what seemed like a lifetime ago, the little dart that showed direction spinning like mad and making her press forth, faster and faster as she knew that she would be in trouble when it stopped. There was trouble already. The things she had to finish hadn't been started upon, more things piled up as she went and here she was, rushing towards an end she didn't want. There was no time left. Snowflakes swirled up around her face and stung her eyes, made them water and burn. Tears fell unbidden down her cheeks and as she watched them fall, a light began to glow from deep within the drop. Rista leaned closer, holding her breath as she ducked down to follow the shimmering drop on its path towards the ground, she saw how it crashed against the frozen ground and shattered in a thousand glittering pieces, shards that once airborn appeared to grow around her... or was she the one that shrank? The light hurt in her eyes, the girl raised her hands to bring shade to her dark gaze and stepped forward, feeling how the resistance of snow melted away around her until silence pounded in her ears and the beating of her heart matched the steady pulsing of the light. Breathing out in a content sigh she let her arms drop and looked around, studying the faceted room with steady curiosity. Footsteps echoed as she walked towards the center, passing by the red-haired woman seemingly without paying attention to her. Upon reaching the exact middle of the room the short mongrel reached down, sinking her hand through the surface of the floor and pulled out a white wooden chair, turned it around and straddled it with a faint smirk resting on her lips as the arms leaned over the backrest. Solid black eyes scrutinized Aidara for a moment, for a moment appearing as hard and faceted as the walls that surrounded them. Black and white. "Quite cozy in here, don't you think?" the mongrel said with nonchalant voice and made a gesture with a hand around the room, paying little heed to the panic of the older woman. "You have it neatly sorted out. Bright and warm, shielded from anything that could possibly harm you. See, the walls even keep you from leaving, that's how much they want to keep you safe. I envy you, lady Endal. You have everything I want. Do you appreciate it, really?" Her dark hair untangled from the braids and fell in heavy tresses around her face, coils moving at the touch of a cold breeze that swept through the room, appearing to come from all directions at once. It brought a taste of biting cold, a scent of darkness and the crawling sensation of loneliness that clung to the skin like an oily paste, unsettling and distasteful. "As for me, I only have the storm" she continued and reached out a hand, catching a single large snowflake upon the palm, holding it out for the healer to see. It didn't melt at the touch, instead it seemed to grow solid, glasslike edges gleaming in razor sharp beauty that cut into her skin as Rista folded her fingers around it. "Have you ever felt the chill out there, or the pain as your limbs grow numb? I bet you long for it sometimes, without even knowing what it is you wish for." The girl smiled blissfully towards the Rider and kept squeezing her fingers around the gleaming shard, seemingly unaware of how crimson drops began to fall from the hand and onto the floor, drip by glowing drip staining the pure white floor with blood.

[Aidara]

It was hard for Addy to focus on more than one thing at a time; each and every individual thought completely consumed her awareness. The wonder of the place as a whole completely eluded her more active thoughts, those little things that surrounded her being what she focused upon, though she didn’t notice the switch into this single mindedness.

The footsteps and the way they echoed sent her into a frenzy; each individual footfall seemed to trigger a pressure into her chest, as if whomever the feet belonged too were stepping directly on her. They echoed loudly in her mind, deafening and stabbing at her eardrums in their intensity, while around her the footsteps hardly made a noise, as if they were cushioned by the air, muffled as if one was walking through snow.

“Quite cozy in here, don’t you think?”

The voice startled Addy and caused her to jump away from where she had been skulking against the curved wall. Her reactions were slow and lethargic, her features twisted with her fright until they resembled something of an angry hag; her fingers twisted into claws, held before her like knives as if she needed protection from the small Yasi girl. Her eyes were sunken and wary, the normal happy glow that lit them dimmed and suspicious. Her lips curled into a snarl as snarled red locks fell across her face, partially obscuring her gaze.

“How did you get here?” With a limping shuffle, Addy pulled herself across the room towards Rista as she spoke. Her left leg dragged as if injured as she hopped along on her right. It would have been an amusing sight if the healer had been in any condition other than her current state.

An all consuming need to discover where the girl had come from sent Addy’s heart beating faster, breath coming in gasps as the restrains of her new body kept her from moving efficiently towards her goal. The stark white floors seemed to soften, as if they were made of fluffy snow, trapping her ankles in their cold grips and further slowing her progress. From there it was a battle; the healer huffed, puffed and dragged herself along while Rista stood there slowly dripping blood onto the floor. The crimson droplets were really the only color in the room; even the two humans seemed gray in comparison.

But none of that mattered to Addy. Only the way out mattered. Why did she want out? Even she didn’t know. Her one track mind focused and locked upon the appearance of the girl and wanted to know how. Though she sped as quickly as she could directly at Rista, Addy did not even pause at the girls side when she finally made it across the room. The only light went from a steady pulse to a hiccupping and unsteady flashing, casting a light as unstable as Addy’s breaths around the room.

Hobbling past Rista, her hands were thrown out to slam against the glass walls. The solid glass walls. There was no door or sign of forced entry. It was as if Rista has suddenly appeared.

Goal completed, the healers mind quickly switched gears to the next available emotion. Panic took her. There was no way out.

“I can’t do this. I cant do this.” Chanting, Addy took her clawed hands and tore them through her hair, pulling out clumps before letting them drift slowly to pile on the floor at her feet. The more she pulled, the greater the pile grew. It grew and grew until it reached her knees, her waist, but still there seemed no lack of hair upon the woman’s head.

“GET ME OUT!” Screaming, the sound raw and brittle like chalk breaking and scraping down a surface, Addy turned as she remembered Rista, lunging for her and grabbing the front of her shirt, completely ignoring the bloodied shard in her hand. The girl was talking, muttering words in a language Addy could no longer understand.

She shook her until the girls little head bashed against her own shoulders, until she stopped talking. And then Addy screamed again.

“GET ME OUT!!”

[Gossamer]

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