Now it was that the sense of bereavement set into YA's soul, stranger in a strange land, abandoned, afraid, confused, sad. What strange set of coincidences brought YA to this place? What was it callin? Cause the run needed to happen, but what brought this place into a set of circumstances that matched destination criteria? Why did a set of stupid coincidences, like a reversed remembered first name that could never be shaken till the moment YA met the one who had the look and held the name, of the two comedians reversed? Something -broke- and the map ceased to be the territory, and the entire sense of self and other vanished. But it wasn't.. liberating. It was a fire that burned in the hole that felt like YA's stomach, so bright and so warm that it engulfed the whole world YA knew that night.
No planning, no thought, no action, no ritual. YA tried to make new friends, YA heard their truth, the Cheshire (The Anima Chained) and The Kindly One (The Anima Free), and the destination set itself. Stormed himself down the stairs, round the bend, thinking 'gone be late, 'gone be late, with the stride of a majordomo off to the place where the money trap was, an argument trailing in the nerves like an argument between the devil and angel YA sat betwixt. YA shouted to down inside 'mself {it's locked, it's locked, it's locked}
Door swung open like an invitation. The rage became silence. Piercing, remarkable, blissful silence.
Up the stairs and across to the center of the market, where the money trap was, be takin what's remiss,borrowed though it is, and the Janitor man shouted "Hey! What are you doing here?" "Getting my money out."
Here a pause, potent but pregnant. Then the Cheshire took the Janitor's Face, and says "I'm glad you got your money." And a crackle of the multicolored light framing the intertwining of Janitor and Cheshire. [both masks; one physical, one symbolic]
Silence persisted, but the fire was slowly becoming a rumbling distant but speeding from without and within. A shiver too subtle to experience as a noise, but too loud to shake YA. Found the Merchant, black hair, bandana, and shadows obscuring face. Black dog at his side, regarding YA with benevolent but unmoved eyes.
"Cheshire said you have the key." - spoke YA- And revealed the necessary debt bills.
A moment's hesitation from Merchant. "Course I have what you need. (translated badly)"
A pocket opened faster than the eye could see, and the key was produced. "Enjoy yourself."
YA returned to the 4 rooms, and waited for the unplanned party to form itself. For YA knew that it would. And when it did, the key was used, and the door unlocked.
And the party was on. People talked, people laughed, people played cards. Beers were had. Dog had his day. But YA now... the key was unlocking something unexpected. Something unbidden.
{The entire body becomes distortion. The soul becomes the noise. Calls to the Void. Shaking, distortion, so loud, spinning, shouting, crackling lightning, YA's body is sitting calmly in the corner by the front door, but YA's soul isn't there. YA calls, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE HELP. " -- that last one the most earth-shaking mouse squeak ever been heard. But only one heard it. The ? in a dark blue dress with dark black hair, whom up till that point.... never seemed to have been there the entire time. Why was she the only one who saw the soul screaming while the body wouldn't move?}
-snip snip snip- <----- ???? Who was the editor?
David and Morrison helped YA back to the 4 rooms. Shaking and crying and lost took YA to the OiV, told em calm and stare at this and listen to the music, {something was/had happened that they covered up from YA's eyes, for reasons beyond this perspective's ken} and when YA realized it wasn't right, got up and drug the crying man inside into the 2 of 4 rooms, collapsed in the center of the room and screamed into the darkness consuming YA for {The one that cannot be loved}.
A quiet darkness, interrupted by third eye seeing, 'body' on the raised bed, the OTHER inside speaking with the 'body's lips and voice, YA couldn't make out the words being said, but the OTHER was laughing and having a grand old time, YA third eye watching but not able to interfere. The OTHER with it's eyes indicated that 'blameless' should not enter, and they took/kept 'em from the room without the OTHER ever stopping it's story, just making things happen with it's eyes. But as the OTHER continued YA began to panic, began to worry that what was happening was wrong. YA looked for shelter, looked for anywhere but the multicolored light was in the Girl in the Hat's eyes, and into them YA felt the soul spiral into those Void Eyes.
{{{{{{{SECOND DEATH}}}}}}
No planning, no thought, no action, no ritual. YA tried to make new friends, YA heard their truth, the Cheshire (The Anima Chained) and The Kindly One (The Anima Free), and the destination set itself. Stormed himself down the stairs, round the bend, thinking 'gone be late, 'gone be late, with the stride of a majordomo off to the place where the money trap was, an argument trailing in the nerves like an argument between the devil and angel YA sat betwixt. YA shouted to down inside 'mself {it's locked, it's locked, it's locked}
Door swung open like an invitation. The rage became silence. Piercing, remarkable, blissful silence.
Up the stairs and across to the center of the market, where the money trap was, be takin what's remiss,borrowed though it is, and the Janitor man shouted "Hey! What are you doing here?" "Getting my money out."
Here a pause, potent but pregnant. Then the Cheshire took the Janitor's Face, and says "I'm glad you got your money." And a crackle of the multicolored light framing the intertwining of Janitor and Cheshire. [both masks; one physical, one symbolic]
Silence persisted, but the fire was slowly becoming a rumbling distant but speeding from without and within. A shiver too subtle to experience as a noise, but too loud to shake YA. Found the Merchant, black hair, bandana, and shadows obscuring face. Black dog at his side, regarding YA with benevolent but unmoved eyes.
"Cheshire said you have the key." - spoke YA- And revealed the necessary debt bills.
A moment's hesitation from Merchant. "Course I have what you need. (translated badly)"
A pocket opened faster than the eye could see, and the key was produced. "Enjoy yourself."
YA returned to the 4 rooms, and waited for the unplanned party to form itself. For YA knew that it would. And when it did, the key was used, and the door unlocked.
And the party was on. People talked, people laughed, people played cards. Beers were had. Dog had his day. But YA now... the key was unlocking something unexpected. Something unbidden.
{The entire body becomes distortion. The soul becomes the noise. Calls to the Void. Shaking, distortion, so loud, spinning, shouting, crackling lightning, YA's body is sitting calmly in the corner by the front door, but YA's soul isn't there. YA calls, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE HELP. " -- that last one the most earth-shaking mouse squeak ever been heard. But only one heard it. The ? in a dark blue dress with dark black hair, whom up till that point.... never seemed to have been there the entire time. Why was she the only one who saw the soul screaming while the body wouldn't move?}
-snip snip snip- <----- ???? Who was the editor?
David and Morrison helped YA back to the 4 rooms. Shaking and crying and lost took YA to the OiV, told em calm and stare at this and listen to the music, {something was/had happened that they covered up from YA's eyes, for reasons beyond this perspective's ken} and when YA realized it wasn't right, got up and drug the crying man inside into the 2 of 4 rooms, collapsed in the center of the room and screamed into the darkness consuming YA for {The one that cannot be loved}.
A quiet darkness, interrupted by third eye seeing, 'body' on the raised bed, the OTHER inside speaking with the 'body's lips and voice, YA couldn't make out the words being said, but the OTHER was laughing and having a grand old time, YA third eye watching but not able to interfere. The OTHER with it's eyes indicated that 'blameless' should not enter, and they took/kept 'em from the room without the OTHER ever stopping it's story, just making things happen with it's eyes. But as the OTHER continued YA began to panic, began to worry that what was happening was wrong. YA looked for shelter, looked for anywhere but the multicolored light was in the Girl in the Hat's eyes, and into them YA felt the soul spiral into those Void Eyes.
{{{{{{{SECOND DEATH}}}}}}
