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Well, that was interesting. Spending a week as a male courtesan-in-training on some colony world was not how I intended to spend this vacation. I wonder, does the community enjoy reminding me of that bit of my past? This was certainly more enjoyable than the last community-prompted horrormemory, yet I would prefer a few months of peace.


Jan. 16th, 2010 01:02 am
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Former Hokh'Ton Karakael z Karakit Karun was no stranger to waking up in strange and sometime fantastical places. Waking up with a pounding headache, however, was quite unusual.

"Damn!" He swore, coughing more of the fog out of his lungs. It stung his eyes as it made its way out of the mask that had been attached to his face while he slept. Hesitantly he ran his fingers over the second face, already dreading what he knew he would find. A gold mask, one with blue tears streaming down the face.

He had found himself in the past yet again. A glance confirmed a familiar setting; his ancient home, turned translucent and ethereal. It was based more on memories than fact, a construction that the former Inquestor psyche and 'repressed' memories. A community member had once forced him to come here to 'face his worst fear' and since then he had relived the journey countless times in his nightmares. It was not a pleasant memory.

"Shall we repeat this process yet again?" He asked the world at large. He stood slowly, dusting off his hands and dodging a running child-ghost with practiced ease.
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Karakael stood on the edge of the Void, staring into a private vision of the future. Wisps of color escaped, momentarily dancing on the edge of darkness before dissipating back into the Overcosm. The masked Inquestor paused a few moments longer, attempting to understand the riots of hue that represented his galaxies dreams of the future, before finally turning back to his waiting audience.

"Something is coming." He said to the waiting childsoldier. "Return the children back to stasis. There is something wrong with the Overcosm."

Tash nodded once, then stepped back on to a displacement plate, transporting him instantly back to the palace. Karakael walked the remaining distance, brooding over the strange currents the future had gained. He barely noticed as yellow fumes began to rise around him. Only when it began to cloud his eyes did he look up, surprised at the change in an environment that normally bowed only to his whims.

"Fog?" The first breath of fumes sent him coughing into the arm of his shimmercloak. It was twitching in agitation, shrinking back from the noxious yellow substance, drawing closer to its master in fear.

Karakael stumbled onto a displacement plate, shocked that the change had come about so suddenly. But this time he was alert, and caught the first hint of the tug. Something - or someone - was pulling him back into the past.

He whispered, more to himself than his frightened pet - "This cannot be good."


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