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Log Title--Failed Ritual...[Closed]

Log Title Failed Ritual...[Closed]

Characters: Sunset Shimmer, (Future)Trunks Briefs
When: Orientation event, Central Library
Where: The world of Fatal Frame 2: Crimson Butterfly
Summary: Two new residents in the Library have ventured into a book, and found more than they expected. Vengeful ghosts, curses to be broken, and a town they can not leave.
Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Mentions of violence and Death.

There are whispers. Voices of children, of adults, screams of pain and echoes of sorrow and tears. It's cold the closer he got to the book. The cover is tattered red leather, a beautiful embossed red butterfly adorning its spine. When he isn't looking directly at it, the wings seemed to move pulling his attention back to it.

Curiosity made him reach out, if only to affirm what his eyes thought they saw. But the moment his fingers brush the book, a flood of red luminescent red butterflies erupt from the book and circle around the warrior. "The ceremony... it must be completed..." The world is dark. A decrepit and falling apart village in Japan came into view. It looked empty for all intents and purposes, but the whispers... the whispers will never stop.

At their feet is a camera. Old. Antique. "Pick it up. It's the only way you will defeat those that linger here as vengeful spirits. Keep them away from the portal. Ease the spirits of the dead. But be careful... where you can't touch a ghost, the ghosts can hurt you."

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"There," said Sunset when the cavern came into view.

"That must be it. I'm sure of it. All the pain is flowing into there, but it's stoppered up, like some kind of whirlpool with no bottom."

"Don't look in it, whatever you do," said Sunset. "I'm sure that won't end well."

They'd come to a large cavern, in the center of which was a pit. But they weren't alone, as the wraith from before was there too. Had it been drawn by them, or this place? It wasn't clearly, as it floated over to them.

Avoid the pit, avoid looking into it--and dodge the wraith while killing it with the camera. Simple, right? As soon as the wraith started moving, Trunks was too. Manifesting just enough ki around him to make himself look 'tasty', so to speak. "Over here!" Bait to keep it away from Sunset, so they could get rid of it once and for all with the camera. After that, they could deal with the Abyss.

Sunset lined up the shot when the wraith came for him, and she snapped the picture, making sure that it was going to be framed in the shot. There was nothing they could do it calm it otherwise, and after it took a spiritual chunk out of Trunks previously, she was in no position to argue.

"Got it!"

It was going to take a few shots, but so long as they managed to take it down it would be worth it. He didn't mind burning the kit to make that aura around him, so long as it focused on him and not Sunset. Avoiding the giant hole in the center of the cavern was harder, as it meant there were fewer areas to go.

Things didn't get any easier as the ground started shaking and rocking with tremors. Anguished wails came from the Abyss, echoing through the caverns and the whole area radiated darkness-pain-sadness-anger-madness. The wraith was one of many voices amidst this noise, and when Sunset got her final 'shot' with the camera it was almost anticlimactic.

Trunks skidded to a halt near her, watching as the agonized spirit faded into the ground, the wails and noise suddenly gone and the earth still once more. "Think that was it?" He asked cautiously, before both of their attentions would be caught by a crimson-butterly that came into view over the abyss. At first it was one lone butterfly, then a dozen, then more.

"Not yet..."

Sunset tucked the camera under her arm before she held out her hand. "I think it's time. Grab my hand, lets do this and get out of here."

She would consciously invoke her power, as her body shimmered with the same warm red flame as she held out her hand for Trunks to take.

Once that happened, a power welled inside as she drew on her memories. Growing up angry and spoiled, the anger that she lashed out at her mentor. The resentment and frustration, the bullying, the pain she inflicted on others, all of it.

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This was it...and Trunks took a deep breath. Calling on memories he'd locked away, on feelings he usually tried to keep under tighter reign. Taking her hand, and pushing his ki output.

Power flowing through him, as long-held rage and anger surged as well and channeled into Sunset Shimmer. Flashes of memories flowing through the link to her.

Tension and anxiety, the world under constant threat of attack by ruthless killers. Too powerful for anyone to fight, as they'd killed the strongest heroes on the planet already. Sadness and determination, radiating and associated with a woman with light blue hair (mother!), and even stronger from an older teen with short black spikey-hair (master Gohan!). Fury and anger at the injustice overlay memories of walking through streets filled with fresh rubble, and recently dead bodies. Rapid-fire memories of nerves and determination to stop this, to protect, and rage and fury at his inability to do so. Humiliation and that same older teen now bearing a scar on the left side of his face and without one arm.

Cold rain and desperation overlay a scene of tragedy, rubble littering streets torn up amid half-fallen buildings. Disbelief, soaked through the skin as he walked towards body lying face down, un-moving on the asphalt in a puddle. Realization of how tortured his master had been, and now dead--and the rain still felt cold.

All remembered clearly, as Trunks called it up. The despair, the anger, the loss and pain of it all welling inside him just as it did back then. Overwhelmingly strong and screaming from his very soul, before becoming focused. A low growl of sound came from Trunks besides Sunset, his grip on her hand tightened dangerously. The ki flaring around him in an aura continued building, and turned gold and overwhelmed him. Eyes turning green, and hair spiking up golden-blonde in an unseen wind, and for all that he radiated rage-pain-anger-rage-hurt-anger-pain-rage, it was focused into a diamond core of strength.

Green-eyes flicked to Sunset, and a nod, as he channeled it to Sunset to feed to the abyss.

With that, Sunset crackled with flame as she aimed and fired. A howling torrent of red flame erupted from her outstretched hand and lanced deep into the abyss, feeding all that emotional pain and anger with the force of a thousand suns. Crimson Butterflies spiraled upwards and exploded downwards in a hurricane of power.

It should've been enough, but Trunks had learned to make sure things were finished. Watching the crimson butterflies spiral upwards coldly, he pulled at more memories of the rage-pain-anger-humiliation-despair mixture that screamed in his soul. Feeding more of the emotions into Sunset, as she focused it on the abyss.

Low growls of sound and rumbles as the earth shook and trembled. Ghastly wails of anguish and frustration. A vision seen briefly of a young girl in a white kimono stained with blood, laughing. Soft and whispery words ("...are you leaving me again?") underlay that mocking laughter.

Which just triggered Trunks more, as Sunset felt through the link. Memories--cold inhuman blue eyes in faces too humanly perfect. Mocking him, taunting, laughing with cruel smiles that cared for nothing save their own amusement. A word associated with the rage and hatred of these beings floated to her--Androids.

"Not again." Frustration riddled his voice, determination radiating under the core of rage that acted as fuel for Sunset as she channeled. Crimson Butterflies swirled around, engulfing the ghostly figure in the kimono as the earth quaked dangerously around them.

Gathering all of these emotions, Sunset poured it into the abyss until the quaking got too bad. Cutting it off, grasped Trunks, ignoring the pain in her hand as she tugged him. "Lets get out of here," she urged. "Together."

Her own emotions danced on a edge as well, as she pulled him towards the exit. "Trunks, c'mon!"

Not so easy to close floodgates that had been opened, and the super saiyan state was always more reckless, more ruthless. Thankfully he was his mother's son, as well as his father's...

Letting the rage and power fade, calm and breathing-especially as Sunset tugged at him. "Time to leave..." turning, releasing her hand. "I'm right behind you. Get above ground!"

Nodding, she rushed up the path. The ground shook with violent shakes and she almost stumbled a few times. Fortunately, Sunset was long practiced in running on all fours and when she did stumble, she hit the ground running before pushing herself back to two feet.

Once outside, she crossed the border of the doorway with a mighty crash, and she continued down the path, hoping Trunks is behind her.

Her agility was impressive, Trunks matching her and right behind her as they headed up. Out of the cavern, into the underground of the house as the ground was still trembling and shaking. Faint wails of restless spirits came on the wind as the walls shook and things fell.

Things weren't much more peaceful outside of the house, shocks and grumbles coming from the ground and making for treacherous footing. The bridge hadn't seemed that sturdy to begin with, and in the aftershocks the wood was buckling. "Hold on." By now, she should hopefully be used to the sudden change from ground to air as Trunks looped an arm under her shoulder and jumped. No time to worry about if ki attracted spirits, as the bigger problem was the Abyss' reaction.

Heading across the lake, over the village and towards the forest where they'd arrived.

It was more comforting in the air anyhow, as the wails of the spirits were getting dim. No longer was Sunset's senses on high alert, she was ready to accept that the spirits were dying down to a peaceful resolution as the cries were getting fainter.

"You okay?" she asked.

The air was definitely safer and more comforting, and compared to the ki he'd burned already, flying was minimal usage and almost second thought for him. Moving them over the lake and the other end of the village, but staying airborne. "Fine. Just thinking I don't want to go down there again."

Looking around, then orienting so that hopefully she'd see what he had. There were two main rivers that lead to and from the lake. "I say we try following the river, and see if we can get out of here." Pointing at the southwestern end of the lake, away from where they'd come from the house.

"Are you okay?"

"Shaken, hungry but very sure of myself right now." Sunset's hands had stopped trembling and she was holding her fingers gingerly.

"You've got a grip. I don't think my hands are damaged other than major bruises. It'll be a while before I heal up."

So long as she's not gonna drop unconscious on him, his arm under her shoulder and around her back has a pretty good hold on her. "I'm glad it's not broken." There's a hint of sheepishness in the tone, following that river and cautiously navigating around the trees in the forest. Enough Ki to shield them both from basic scratches and branches, and it's still better than the ground at the moment.

"I had no way to warn you, either." Head down, cautiously landing when it seemed like they might be far enough away. The trees and ground weren't shaking or trembling nearly so much being closer to where they'd been pulled in. "I'm sorry."

"I'm just glad that everything turned out all right," said Sunset softly. "Those poor people, locked in an endless cycle of pain and hurt. It's hard to bear."

Her stomach growled as she pressed her hand against it. "I think, we need to go, and then we'll get something to eat. Sound good? We both need a good meal."

Had her Empathy and Telepathy picked up on more than his memories? He could absolutely use food at this point. "There's not much we can do for them though, since...this seems to their story." Not that he liked it.

But they couldn't do anything other than what they'd done, for now. "We can ask the Librarian's about it." Walking cautiously, following the river to their left as they headed away from the village. It wasn't too many more meters before a swirl of white butterflies started to circle around them.

Brightening, brightening, and then they were in the Library once more. Trunks held a tattered red leather book, with an embossed butterfly on the cover. It was quiet, seeming to be nothing but a book.

"All right."

And once they were out, Sunset nodded. "It's their story. They have the true power to change it."

Honestly, Trunks wasn't sure what to do with the book at the moment... Putting it back on the shelf seemed dangerous, but it wasn't like they could bring it with them. At least it didn't seem to have the same 'draw' it had held before.

"We should probably check in, or something, with them anyways. Find out about food, and maybe something for your hand." Although that he might be able to do something about now, as he searched his jacket pocket.

"Although I did bring this back from inside..." Offering her a small tin of medicine they'd found in the village. "Might help some, since it kept me going while we were stuck there."

"Thanks." Taking the medicine, she applied it to her hand quickly, letting the soothing feeling run through her palm and swollen fingers. "Lets check in then, and see if they can put this book somewhere safe."

"At least then, we can rest up."

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detailed, b/c the channel'd give her memories too right?

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