When Otoya would "wake up" he be in a large crowd of people. A few feet away is a large man who is holding a short chain that is connected to a trembling girl who has a metal shackle wrapped around her neck. Her hands are legs are also bound, preventing her from moving at all.
Mother..? Father? Where are you!?
"We have a one of a kind prize for you fine people. She's a fanalis!" The young girl with bright red hair and eyes is very easy to recognize as Morgiana. She is wailing loudly for her mother and father and her crying gets even louder when the clothes she had on were ripped away roughly as she's pulled to the front of the stage to be shown off.
Save me.. I'm scared! I'm scared..
"The starting price is.." His voice is drowned out by the yelling of numbers and hands.
Waking up in the midst of a dirty mesh of humanity wasn't what Otoya had expected, at all. Nothing of the place looked familiar in the slightest and the people... they were pushy and rude and how could they all ignore a crying child?
Unlike the way the others seemed to push and press in against each other, Otoya frowns to himself as he works his way through the chaos and towards that sound. Because if no one else was going to help, well then, it was up to him.
What he finds, however, is more than enough to have him recoiling.
Who could treat such a small child in such a wretched way?!
"...fanalis..."
He's heard that name before - from only one person. Morgiana. But the girl before him is too young. Far too young to be his friend, despite the same hair and eye color and so he doesn't think - he just rushes forward, already shrugging out of his jacket so that he can cover the small body.
"Stop! Stop this! Can't you see you're scaring her?! Please stop!"
Much of the crowd doesn't even seem to notice Otoya at all, too intent on bidding for the girl who would one day be powerful enough to beat up monsters twice her size. The jacket that he tries so hard to put over her body goes through her body which flickers like mist, indicating that this was merely a nightmare and not anything that he could prevent.
The last thing that is seen is Morgiana's tear-stained face as the world around him starts to go black before changing scenery.
Does it hurt Morgiana? It's because you try to get away from me.
This time it shows the same child curled up on the ground with bleeding wounds on her body, arms thrown up around her face as she tries to protect herself from the attacks, but to no avail. There is a boy her own age above her with a smile that seems out of place on someone so young. He doesn't seem the least bothered by his actions and even seems to revel in the pain that is he inflicting on her as he hits her again and again with the small cat whip that he has.
You are a slave. While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her body trembles as she cries out in pain, tears coursing down her cheeks. Her voice clearly rings out for Otoya to hear and it's more smaller and young sounding: It hurts..I'm afraid..
Much like the first time, once Otoya realized just what was going on, he'd tried to rush forward, to get between the beaten girl and this psychotic person hurting her - to no avail. It was as if he, himself, lacked solidity. He wasn't corporal - he was little more than a ghost.
Which meant, despite his attempt to block this person from getting to her, the arm with the whip simply reached right through him to continue its abuse. Half turning, he watched one blow land and then another, flinching with each sound of leather meeting flesh, before he sank to his knees before her.
It was a harsh touch of reality, the way he could not step in or interfere with this nightmare because no matter how much he willed it otherwise... this was her past, the echo of memory, and so he did the only thing he could do: He sank to his knees before her, still openly crying, and listened to those soft words of a wounded child.
And then he began to sing.
Barely above a whisper as well, it was a song of warmth and hope, of friendship and love, of hurt and healing and of never being left alone again. He wasn't even sure of the words, exactly, but it was all that he had.
It was all that he could give her. Just a soothing voice that probably couldn't reach her any more than his hands had.
The next few memories go into sequences of flashbacks as everything goes dark. There is harsh breathing and the sounds of frantic footsteps. When the blurry person became more solid it shows a child Morgiana running with all that she could. The shackles around her leg make it difficult for her to even move at all and the metal that trails behind her clatters loudly.
Get away..I have to get away!
A tiny yelp escapes her lips as she trips and stumbles to the dirt ground. She turns around just in time for a hand to lash out and grip her around the neck. The boy from before, Jamil is in clear view, a nasty sneer on his face as he squeezes at her throat causing tears to form in Morgiana's eyes.
Did you think you can escape? You will never be free, Morgiana. You will be mine.. Always!
Just as quickly that scene vanishes to be replaced with another. Jamil is now grabbing onto Morgiana's ponytail to pull her back roughly as she struggles to pull away from his grip. There are blurry people in the background, some looking as if they want to help but are hesitating since they too are slaves themselves. In one free hand he holds a long blade that is arched behind him, ready to swing as he lets a smile form on his face.
Listen to my command! If not you'll suffer the consequences. You are my slave..
That image fades away for another; In it's place it shows a wide-eyed tearful morgiana as the blade piercing the inside of her mouth, blood trailing down her chin. Jamil is looming over her holding the girl by the neck as he grins, not caring that she frantically claws at his hands to get him to stop.
NO! She's not! She's not your slave and you didn't lock her up forever! She's free - do you hear me? FREE!
[It's useless - he's realized that by now - but he can't just stand there, unseen and unheard, unable to help at all. Even if she can't hear him, even if this cruel excuse of a human can't hear him... he has to defy this fate, if only for his own sanity.
Still, tears stream freely down his face as he watches her struggle and fight for herself. She was... strong. Far stronger than he'd ever realized, and he just wanted to make sure she realized that. But for now, he just watches, horrified.]
Don't listen to him, Mor-chan. I've seen you free - I know you'll get there. Please... just keep fighting...
A spot of light shines down in the darkness and a now teen Morgiana is standing there, looking around with a fear in her eyes. Laughter begins to surround her with Jamil's voice all around her as it repeats various phrases. Phantom like hands brush at her skin in a taunting action, causing her to recoil with a shudder. Does it hurt Morgiana? It's because you try to get away from me.
"Get away.." Her voice is weak, red eyes flickering around as if trying to find the source. Her body automatically shifts into a defense pose but it doesn't look at that intimidating as her curled fists shake. You are a slave. While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her expression turns pained, a hand lashing out to wipe away the hands that run over her like hot air. "I'm not a slave! I'm not anymore! You can't control me! I-I'm free!" Yet if she truly was, why was it that her dreams were always filled with despair?
You are my slave.. You are my slave. You are my slave.. You are my slave. You are my slave.. You are my slave.
Fingers press into her temple as she crouches onto her knees as if trying to block the voice. "Nononononononono-" Her chanting is abruptly ended as Jamil peers into her face, his katana poised and ready to strike. She screams loudly into the surrounding darkness and then Otoya's vision goes black as the nightmare abruptly ends.
------------------ [A cry of terror is the one thing that escapes Morgiana's throat as she slams straight up from her bed. Her body trembles and shakes from a cold that isn't there and the teen curls forward, hands to her face as she struggles to maintain her breathing. Her red hair is ruffled and sticking to her forehead from the sweat, chest heaving up and down.] I-It was..a dream..
It was just.. [It was just a dream.. She was still in holly heights, still in her bed. She was safe. Tears blur her vision and they roll down her cheeks but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She had no strength in her to do so.] Just..a dream..
[It was just a dream... but it hadn't been his dream. The fear and desolation, the confusion and pain... never in his life could he have imagined she'd been put through something so horrid. Not in such strange, confusing places, not for someone as sweet as her.
Not even in his worst nightmare could Otoya have come up with something so... so...
He shudders awake, a cry of protest as the strange link between their dreams was broken because no. NO! He couldn't leave her alone to face such wretched memories. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair, at all, and it was that mantra of 'not alone' that repeated over and over in his head as he yanked on a jacket over his sleep-pants and tee-shirt. Downstairs, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed the car keys and his cellphone off the kitchen counter then rushed out the door.
It only took him a moment before he found himself pulling into her drive, the headlights bright across the windows of the house before he killed the engine.
He had the phone to his ear even as he started to get out of the car.]
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Date: 2013-09-02 10:36 pm (UTC)Mother..? Father? Where are you!?
"We have a one of a kind prize for you fine people. She's a fanalis!" The young girl with bright red hair and eyes is very easy to recognize as Morgiana. She is wailing loudly for her mother and father and her crying gets even louder when the clothes she had on were ripped away roughly as she's pulled to the front of the stage to be shown off.
Save me.. I'm scared! I'm scared..
"The starting price is.." His voice is drowned out by the yelling of numbers and hands.
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Date: 2013-09-07 01:46 pm (UTC)Waking up in the midst of a dirty mesh of humanity wasn't what Otoya had expected, at all. Nothing of the place looked familiar in the slightest and the people... they were pushy and rude and how could they all ignore a crying child?
Unlike the way the others seemed to push and press in against each other, Otoya frowns to himself as he works his way through the chaos and towards that sound. Because if no one else was going to help, well then, it was up to him.
What he finds, however, is more than enough to have him recoiling.
Who could treat such a small child in such a wretched way?!
"...fanalis..."
He's heard that name before - from only one person. Morgiana. But the girl before him is too young. Far too young to be his friend, despite the same hair and eye color and so he doesn't think - he just rushes forward, already shrugging out of his jacket so that he can cover the small body.
"Stop! Stop this! Can't you see you're scaring her?! Please stop!"
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Date: 2013-09-07 04:18 pm (UTC)The last thing that is seen is Morgiana's tear-stained face as the world around him starts to go black before changing scenery.
Does it hurt Morgiana?
It's because you try to get away from me.
This time it shows the same child curled up on the ground with bleeding wounds on her body, arms thrown up around her face as she tries to protect herself from the attacks, but to no avail. There is a boy her own age above her with a smile that seems out of place on someone so young. He doesn't seem the least bothered by his actions and even seems to revel in the pain that is he inflicting on her as he hits her again and again with the small cat whip that he has.
You are a slave.
While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her body trembles as she cries out in pain, tears coursing down her cheeks. Her voice clearly rings out for Otoya to hear and it's more smaller and young sounding:
It hurts..I'm afraid..no subject
Date: 2013-09-10 01:34 am (UTC)Which meant, despite his attempt to block this person from getting to her, the arm with the whip simply reached right through him to continue its abuse. Half turning, he watched one blow land and then another, flinching with each sound of leather meeting flesh, before he sank to his knees before her.
It was a harsh touch of reality, the way he could not step in or interfere with this nightmare because no matter how much he willed it otherwise... this was her past, the echo of memory, and so he did the only thing he could do: He sank to his knees before her, still openly crying, and listened to those soft words of a wounded child.
And then he began to sing.
Barely above a whisper as well, it was a song of warmth and hope, of friendship and love, of hurt and healing and of never being left alone again. He wasn't even sure of the words, exactly, but it was all that he had.
It was all that he could give her. Just a soothing voice that probably couldn't reach her any more than his hands had.
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Date: 2013-09-10 02:28 am (UTC)Get away..I have to get away!A tiny yelp escapes her lips as she trips and stumbles to the dirt ground. She turns around just in time for a hand to lash out and grip her around the neck. The boy from before, Jamil is in clear view, a nasty sneer on his face as he squeezes at her throat causing tears to form in Morgiana's eyes.
Did you think you can escape? You will never be free, Morgiana. You will be mine.. Always!
Just as quickly that scene vanishes to be replaced with another. Jamil is now grabbing onto Morgiana's ponytail to pull her back roughly as she struggles to pull away from his grip. There are blurry people in the background, some looking as if they want to help but are hesitating since they too are slaves themselves. In one free hand he holds a long blade that is arched behind him, ready to swing as he lets a smile form on his face.
Listen to my command!
If not you'll suffer the consequences. You are my slave..
That image fades away for another; In it's place it shows a wide-eyed tearful morgiana as the blade piercing the inside of her mouth, blood trailing down her chin. Jamil is looming over her holding the girl by the neck as he grins, not caring that she frantically claws at his hands to get him to stop.
I'm going to lock you up for your entire life!
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Date: 2013-09-21 06:47 pm (UTC)[It's useless - he's realized that by now - but he can't just stand there, unseen and unheard, unable to help at all. Even if she can't hear him, even if this cruel excuse of a human can't hear him... he has to defy this fate, if only for his own sanity.
Still, tears stream freely down his face as he watches her struggle and fight for herself. She was... strong. Far stronger than he'd ever realized, and he just wanted to make sure she realized that. But for now, he just watches, horrified.]
Don't listen to him, Mor-chan. I've seen you free - I know you'll get there. Please... just keep fighting...
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Date: 2013-09-22 12:17 am (UTC)"Get away.." Her voice is weak, red eyes flickering around as if trying to find the source. Her body automatically shifts into a defense pose but it doesn't look at that intimidating as her curled fists shake. You are a slave. While trapped in these chains you cannot run away!
Her expression turns pained, a hand lashing out to wipe away the hands that run over her like hot air. "I'm not a slave! I'm not anymore! You can't control me! I-I'm free!" Yet if she truly was, why was it that her dreams were always filled with despair?
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
You are my slave.. You are my slave.
Fingers press into her temple as she crouches onto her knees as if trying to block the voice. "Nononononononono-" Her chanting is abruptly ended as Jamil peers into her face, his katana poised and ready to strike. She screams loudly into the surrounding darkness and then Otoya's vision goes black as the nightmare abruptly ends.
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[A cry of terror is the one thing that escapes Morgiana's throat as she slams straight up from her bed. Her body trembles and shakes from a cold that isn't there and the teen curls forward, hands to her face as she struggles to maintain her breathing. Her red hair is ruffled and sticking to her forehead from the sweat, chest heaving up and down.] I-It was..a dream..
It was just.. [It was just a dream.. She was still in holly heights, still in her bed. She was safe. Tears blur her vision and they roll down her cheeks but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. She had no strength in her to do so.] Just..a dream..
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Date: 2013-12-14 08:06 pm (UTC)Not even in his worst nightmare could Otoya have come up with something so... so...
He shudders awake, a cry of protest as the strange link between their dreams was broken because no. NO! He couldn't leave her alone to face such wretched memories. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair, at all, and it was that mantra of 'not alone' that repeated over and over in his head as he yanked on a jacket over his sleep-pants and tee-shirt. Downstairs, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed the car keys and his cellphone off the kitchen counter then rushed out the door.
It only took him a moment before he found himself pulling into her drive, the headlights bright across the windows of the house before he killed the engine.
He had the phone to his ear even as he started to get out of the car.]
C'mon, Mor-chan... pick-up, pick-up, pick-up--