i have not done less than duty requires.
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castle_perraultThere is a song in the flagstones.
It resonates, high-pitched, nonverbal, and arrhythmic, between the walls of the corridors and along the lengths of the old pillars and in the hollows of the alcoves.
It comes from a windowless hallway, from a door no one has seen before whose cobweb drapery is so old it has begun to peel away.
And even then it comes: from a little outside the world, from no room, from no mouth.
From the gap in the door a light has begun to bleed, vivid and violet and pulsing like a heartbeat. The song rises with it, falls with it, and harmonises with the whistling of the wind—the smell of hot metal mingling with something sweet.
If you open the door, it is because you have heard the sound, seen the light, felt the pulse—you have traced it to its source. It hangs before you, an immortal crystal of pure light, suspended in a shining, sickly abyss with no visible beginning or end. It is wounded. It is bleeding. A steady torrent of syrupy liquid pours from roots and pipes that have been forced through the wounds in its surface, and then been severed; the ichor streams down its lower facets and falls endlessly into the emptiness.
Its voice pierces your ears, louder and more melodic than ever.
And something dark and gaseous shifts warily under the glassy skin of the cell, watching you with its single eye.
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a change. The ancient door has been altered recently: some wary soul has carved a message deep into the ageless wood, blackening it with heat. It reads: "DANGER, POSSESSION MAY OCCUR BEYOND THIS DOOR".
ooc. || hey everyone! this is Judgement or Ammit, the all-consuming vengeance of the immortal cell! she just got here, she's just a little lost, and she would appreciate something horrible happening so she can get back into the swing of things. anything's fine, though!!
nota bene—you can only get to the cell through this door, and Judgement can't see, hear, or perceive anything that isn't close to the cell. there's a little more information on these limitations in its bio. sorry for the restrictions!
It resonates, high-pitched, nonverbal, and arrhythmic, between the walls of the corridors and along the lengths of the old pillars and in the hollows of the alcoves.
It comes from a windowless hallway, from a door no one has seen before whose cobweb drapery is so old it has begun to peel away.
And even then it comes: from a little outside the world, from no room, from no mouth.
From the gap in the door a light has begun to bleed, vivid and violet and pulsing like a heartbeat. The song rises with it, falls with it, and harmonises with the whistling of the wind—the smell of hot metal mingling with something sweet.
If you open the door, it is because you have heard the sound, seen the light, felt the pulse—you have traced it to its source. It hangs before you, an immortal crystal of pure light, suspended in a shining, sickly abyss with no visible beginning or end. It is wounded. It is bleeding. A steady torrent of syrupy liquid pours from roots and pipes that have been forced through the wounds in its surface, and then been severed; the ichor streams down its lower facets and falls endlessly into the emptiness.
Its voice pierces your ears, louder and more melodic than ever.
And something dark and gaseous shifts warily under the glassy skin of the cell, watching you with its single eye.
a change. The ancient door has been altered recently: some wary soul has carved a message deep into the ageless wood, blackening it with heat. It reads: "DANGER, POSSESSION MAY OCCUR BEYOND THIS DOOR".
ooc. || hey everyone! this is Judgement or Ammit, the all-consuming vengeance of the immortal cell! she just got here, she's just a little lost, and she would appreciate something horrible happening so she can get back into the swing of things. anything's fine, though!!
nota bene—you can only get to the cell through this door, and Judgement can't see, hear, or perceive anything that isn't close to the cell. there's a little more information on these limitations in its bio. sorry for the restrictions!
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Date: 2017-04-20 04:03 pm (UTC)Yet, there is still a dog outside the door.
Since the moment it, and by extension she came into existence, Anubis had not come near its other half. There was a pride to it, in this ego-less creature. After all, it is what remains of that which escaped the corruption of the cell that trapped them both. Only the barest hint of pink in its bright halo, she'd chewed her leg loose from one trap, and set out to free herself further.
Of course, it would work more perfectly, if this corruption, this hate, this very mortal part of her would ever stop trailing after. No matter where, the red sea, the worlds at large, continued doggedly after, trailing its hateful pink pile in streaks across a world that did not deserve it.
It did not understand. It still does not. Judgement, the cell, is an abomination, it should just give up and die.
It also does not understand why it has suddenly switched tactics, and is now placing itself within others. Does it not know this will make it harder to kill? Anubis is a ruthless god, but it does not like the idea of sending its acolyte to rip and tear the hearts of children to achieve its goals. It would be oh so complicated.
So it's changed its tune. It will seek the cell out, and it will put a stop to this foolishness.
Dogs do not use doors, and gods even less so, so Anubis lets herself in so to speak. It's own halo flickers a dangerous darker pink, but it shakes its head and pushes forward to calmly face Judgement.
Somebody is in Big Trouble.
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Date: 2017-04-25 03:12 pm (UTC)Judgement quails, shudders, and sings within the cell, and pulses of light and alarm shine through the ancient wood, the false and failing wood, the transient wood. The door does not open. The door is already open. The door is always open for Anubis; doors are nothing to Anubis.
The cell waits within, bleeding, feverish, bright. Judgement, clinging to it like a sheen of sweat, slides hesitantly into a puddle on the immaterial floor, and oozes forward from it, snake-like and winding.
A little mass forms at the tip of the stream, and swells up, and grows a head, tiny limbs, claws and teeth. It stands up, hesitantly, dripping black slime, and quivers, and then its body bursts open and pink fire blazes out.
Painstakingly it reforms, ten times larger, chunks of blackened flesh crawling up a shining skeleton and falling off in constant flakes, until it is covered up. Ear-like blobs hang on stringy cartilage from its lopsided head. A barbed tongue lolls out of its mouth, and sprouts a single pink eye at the end.
It lowers its body to the ground, and whimpers softly.
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Date: 2017-04-25 06:37 pm (UTC)Anubis snaps, bright white teeth gleaming as the flute cuts sharply into a dominating roar. It calls for silence , bright and terrible and Ammit, more then anyone, should know that it is more then this jackal form she so hurriedly imitates, more then the cell, more then a red sea and towers and the memories of thousands chosen.
It is more then Judgement, it should be. But it is muzzled and tied down by this world, by this form. Shackled and staked to a cell long enough to learn a word and a feeling foreign, bitterness.
It doesn't use words, its only reliable method to even try and communicate with the denizens of the world around it. But Ammit is perhaps, paradoxically, the only creature who could possibly understand it.
And it says/thinks/sings. Ammit/Judgement/Shadow/Corruption
To be corrupted Uncorrupted / To be here and not here / Here/Land/Stone/Tower/Grey-Blue-Black-Green There Cell/Capture/Heart/Soul/Target/Life/You
You/Me Me\You
You are the Me/Cell/Spirit/Heart that must die
You are the Final Day
You are in Others/Children/Child/Frisk/Monster/Singer/Speaker/Scientist/Void
You Cannot/Shall Not/You are an abomination/You poison them/You poison me
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Date: 2017-05-06 03:11 pm (UTC)Her form quivers and destabilises, her bones exploding into beams of infinite length and then reforming, as she struggles to respond. A part of her remembers this language—she can almost recreate the apparatus it requires, the pure voice of eternity.
She approximates, although it limits her vocabulary: a sequence of concepts, rough and fragile as nightmares, unfolding from her distorted face.
A— she tries, mangling the true form of her own name.
AMMT/Judgement/Shadow/Corruption/Poison/Me
Judgement / To destroy / To excise a harmful thing / To devour/To be devouring/Having been devoured / To utterly burn/salt/consume / To sever ties
Because/The execution of Judgement/Shadow/Corruption / Therefore/To die/To be set free/Apotheosis
I am the Poison/Sacrifice/Corruption/Cleansing/FINAL DAY
I am the LAKE OF FIRE/GREAT OF DEATH/ADAGE OF THE PURGE
Poison/Cleansing/Death/Excision/Apotheosis/AMMT
To be corrupted Uncorrupted / To be here and not here / To create unto destruction / AMMT
To speak a name / To invite Judgement / To instruct Judgement / To act according to one's purpose / AMMT Poisons/Corrupts/Purges/Burns
Word after word issues forth from her throat, breaking her apart. Her eye crawls from her tongue over her lips and settles over her exposed, jagged neck as she cowers.
You/Me Me\You
Anubis/Cell/Mind/Thought/Ego/The world
If you despise me/You despise me/Despite me/I am/I live/I shall die