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{Anton and Lilac} A World of Madness [RP Thread - Discontinued]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGWQ3mSAXl8

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy...at least, I don't think so." - James Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)​



Lilac Hirvette

Three days and nights at sea, with no electronic devices – not even a cell phone. Well, there was the ancient battery-powered radio that had been left on the dresser by whoever had occupied this room in the past, but even that had long since ceased to work anymore. It was absolute torture.

Sure, he could have brought his PSP and cell phone with him. But as there were no power outlets for chargers available on the old boat, those devices probably would have died on him on the first day out at sea. Add to that, if the boat sunk, there was no way those devices would survive a dip in the water. So, Lilac had simply resolved to go without them.

But it was the second night at sea, and he felt like he was going to go mad from sheer unrelenting boredom. At present, the teenager was laying in the gently swaying hammock that was serving as his temporary bed, staring up at the cracked and flaking ceiling of the room while silently hoping that the hammock wouldn't tear and send him crashing onto the floor. He was also just a little grateful that he had never been prone to sea sickness.

Lilac glanced over at the clock that someone had hung up on the wall. He was not surprised to find that it too had stopped working, freezing time in its place, its hands stuck permanently on the twelve and the three. He sighed, realizing he had no idea what time it was. He was sure it was some time during the night, but that was about it.

What he did know for sure, however, was that he couldn't stand this anymore. He couldn't sleep, and couldn't bring himself to stare at the ceiling until dawn, so...he decided go and pester his new friend. He carefully climbed out of the hammock and left his room, quietly making his way down the corridor to the room where Anton was bunking. Or at least, he hoped he remembered correctly.

Only one way to find out.

“Psst, Anton, you still awake?” he called softly through the door, before gently knocking on its surface. He tried not to be too loud. While his goal might have been to wake Anton, he didn't want to wake up anyone else on board, especially Alex.

“Come on, I'm really bored,” he added, as if that were an acceptable reason to wake someone up during the middle of the night or whatever time it was. Lilac waited to hear if Anton was awake or not, and if he wasn't, then Lilac was not adversed to sneaking into the room and taking the place of an alarm clock.



[OOC: This takes place during the three-day time skip of the Black-cap Bay Incident, on night number two, and it is a special Halloween-type thread for Anton and Lilac. :) ]
 
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Anton had ruthless conserved his laptop battery with the same addiction driven fervour as he had saved his cigarettes. Like Lilac, he was jonesing for electronic entertainment. Unlike his purple haired friend, he was not in any way resolved to go without. Instead, after having scoured the ship for working power sockets, he tormented himself with self-imposed rationing. Thou shalt not play video games.

Something had to occupy the little schemer’s mind, and as he had circled the boat several times, looking for a decent room, any leftover tobacco products, and more recently, power outlets, a thought occurred to him as he tried yet another door only to hear that resonant clunk from the latch that meant that the door would not be opened. The endless rusty corridors, the few cabins, that when opened, looked exactly the same as the others except for the pattern on degredation and the few scattered belongings of an earlier crew, the distant metallic sounds of some unknown liquid dripping, or the clank of a heavy chain. They reminded him of something. Hadn’t Lilac mentioned that he enjoyed survival horror games? This boat was like something right out of his favourite: Silent Hill.

Anton supressed an evil cackle. Sure, he’d never really been into those kind of things himself, but he knew Silent Hill, and he knew that series’s major villain, that had appeared in many an internet meme… Oh, but his idea was both awful and genius! Anton explained away his absence from the group on a pretext and set about acquiring all he needed for his evil plan.

That evening, Anton hid outside Lilac’s room, lurking in the corridor with an ear pressed against the wall. Once the kid was asleep and snoring…. he would make his move. From what he could hear (which wasn’t much) Lilac wasn’t asleep yet. He could only make out the faint squeaks of the hammock ropes as he shifted around. Anton, losing patience, decided that just maybe he’d enact his plan anyway, deciding to creep right up to the door and then scare the living crap out of his new buddy. Just then, the door handle started to turn and Anton jumped, heart racing, flattening himself against the wall. But, naturally, it was only Lilac exiting his own room. He sighed in relief, feeling cold sweat dripping down his neck. Once he recovered from the scare, he wondered where Lilac was going, and decided to follow. Keeping a bit of distance, he crept along, tailing Lilac. Oh ho ho! Lilac had gone to Anton’s own room to see if he was awake.

Lilac said:
“Come on, I'm really bored,”
He couldn’t have asked for a better moment to make his entrance. He scraped the rusty file he held in one hand against the dirty saw he held in the other, making a long echoing “scrreeeeeeeech” from behind his friend. On his head, Anton had placed an old metal bucket, cunningly bashed into a triangular shape by his own fair hands. An old sheet he found in one of the rooms sufficed as an apron. Without uttering a sound, Pyramid Head raised his saw and ran full tilt towards Lilac.
 
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Lilac waited in perfect silence to hear any sort of response from inside what he hoped was still Anton's room. If he'd mistakenly come to Alex's room or Roake's room, and disturbed them at this hour, then he was fully prepared to vanish at the drop of a hat and pray that they wouldn't bother chasing him down and making him explain himself. But he was still sure that this was the right room, only...he didn't hear anything from inside. Perhaps Anton really was asleep already.

Surely it couldn't hurt to have a peek inside, could it, just to check and make sure? If Anton was asleep, then waking him up would certainly be fun, even if he suffered for it in the end. Grinning to himself, the teenager raised a hand and grasped the door knob before gently turning it to see if it was locked or not. He was a bit surprised to find that it was unlocked, and he attempted to quietly push the door open, only to have it squeak in protest to his intrusion.

He immediately stopped of course, not wanting such an awful noise to wake up the whole bloody ship. However, that soon became the least of his worries and the furthest thing from his mind. Although he had stopped moving the door, the noise had continued. It took him an extra moment to realize that this was a different noise, and it sounded much, much worse than squealing door hinges. It was a sharp grating noise that pierced his ears and made him cringe.

Lilac released the door and raised his hands to cover his ears, before he suddenly realized that this noise was coming from behind him...

His blood turned to ice in his veins as a chill trickled down his spine. For a second, he was frozen in place, unable or unwilling to move, but he finally broke free and slowly turned his head to glance in the direction of the horrible noise. There, standing only a few scant feet away from him was a figure that he never would have expected to see out here in the real world. The rusted, triangular helmet...the flesh-colored apron...the massive, serrated cleaver...it was a monster he knew all too well. Pyramid Head; the personification of punishment from the Silent Hill games.

Lilac was momentarily struck dumb by the sight, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Wait, was he really seeing this, or was this all some kind of mad hallucination brought on by boredom and an over-active imagination running wild? Why was he suddenly seeing a monster from a game!?

No answer was forthcoming. He was sure that he could feel Pyramid Head staring at him, despite the crudely shaped helmet covering his head. Then, without warning, the monster slowly raised its weapon and came running towards him, affording him no more time to try and make sense of the situation. Hallucination or not, this thing was coming after him and his first instinct immediately told him to run. Lilac gave a sharp cry and spun around, running headlong down the hallway in sheer panic.

'Oh god, he's even more terrifying than in the games, but why is he after me!? What did I do!? Is this ship some kind of vessel of the Otherworld or something!?' he thought, pushing his body to run faster as he could still hear the monster following him.

It didn't exactly matter where he was running to, so long as Pyramid Head did not catch him. He didn't want to be sliced in two or skinned alive or suffer through whatever else the monster might inflict on him. But he was also aware that he was running further into the darkness, and that unnerved him as well. Just as he was considering screaming for help from the others (if they were also trapped in this world, that is), the rotten wooden floor of the ship snapped and crumbled under his feet. With a terrified scream, Lilac fell through the floor and plummeted into the darkness below.

He fell into the bowels of the ship and crashed against another floor, hard enough that it knocked him unconscious...


When he awoke only a few minutes later, he was still incredibly startled and now his head was pounding and his body was aching, but at least he was still alive for the moment. Slowly, he lifted his head from the cold floor, but found that he could see almost nothing but darkness in every direction. The air down here felt different, cold and wet with mist, and it smelled of mildew and rust. In the darkness, he could hear things, noises of the ship, but he thought he also heard other noises that shouldn't be there, that weren't supposed to be there...

'Oh, crap...' he cringed, slowly sitting up from the floor. 'Where the heck am I now? Don't tell me I really did fall into the Otherworld...'

Lilac forced himself to remain as silent as possible, as he strained his ears to listen for the scraping of a cleaver against the floor that would signal Pyramid Head's arrival again. But all he heard were the creaks and groans of the ship, the swishing of the sea against its sides, and things that were not supposed to exist lurking in the darkness where he could not see them, but they could probably see him.

'Light...need some light,' he thought, raising his hand to cradle a single orb of condensed spirit energy in his palm so that he could use it in place of a flashlight or torch. 'What's going on here? Is this all some kind of dream, or maybe a nightmare, from playing too many games...?'

But it certainly didn't feel like a dream.
 

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Underneath his rusty bucket, Anton grinned, holding down the maniacal laughter that threatened to break out. Pyramid Head, he seemed to remember, did not make a sound. As he rushed Kaoru, he couldn't help be delighted on how his cunning plan had worked. Lilac had frozen, screamed, and then ran. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing that his chest hurt. He couldn't have asked for a better reaction.This isn't evil, this is training, he decided to justify it to himself. Lilac's learning how he responds to fear in a life or death situation! It's all good. He ran around the corners after Lilac, gleefully brandishing his blunt saw. Suddenly he heard a scream from ahead. His first instinct was to keep running - it could be a counter move - but then the scream seemed to fall away into the distance. Anton stopped dead, his foot held in mid air over the black hole Lilac had made in the rotten planking, his heart beating fast. One more step…. He gulped. But Lilac was down there!

"Shit…" he whispered, and removed his bucket, setting it down beside the hole. He lay on the wooden planking to distribute his weight better, in case the floor would give way under him and peered down into the crack. Lilac could be hurt down there, but in any case Anton couldn't wake anyone up for help, or they'd ask how this all happened… and he'd have to admit he was chasing the kid around the ship trying to make him crap himself. He couldn't see anything expect darkness, but he fished around in his pocket for a Ginto, activated it, and threw it down, the reishi spilling gradually as it fell, acting as a flare. He saw far below what looked like Lilac's body lying on the ground, not moving. "Lilac!" he hissed, but the word only echoed and the boy didn't respond. God help me, I'm such an asshole… he thought, instant guilt flooding his body. He got back to his feet, slowly, carefully, but no matter how gingerly he moved, he could feel the planks giving way beneath him, and instead ran back to the last junction, outracing them with hirenkyaku, where these planks met other, sturdier ones going crosswise. As well as the sound of rotten wood giving way, he heard a series of echoing clanks as his Pyramid Head hat leapt into the same abyss that Lilac had called into.

He couldn't go down the same way that Lilac went, too dangerous by the look of things, and there was no point getting himself knocked out as well… instead he dashed for one of the spiral staircases that led down and down into the deep bowels of the ship. He came face to face with a wheel lock on an old metal door. It reminded him of something uncomfortably…. there was always one of these in Resident Evil Two… he distinctly recalled the metallic grating sound it made when Leon turned it. He braced himself for the wheel to be stuck. To his surprise it turned easily, and he nearly lost his balance. Luckily no one was watching, so he could preserve whatever was left of his manly dignity. The door opened, emitting a vile metallic screech. He stepped over the lip of the door frame and into … what? This wasn't the same part of the hold that he'd gone to to practice his Quincy techniques. It was, for a start, darker. That was until he saw a faint light somewhere up ahead. "Lilac?" he hissed, the word reverberating sinisterly among the strange ship noises. He headed towards that light quickly, but something caught his foot, and he dragged a length of rusty iron chain a pace, causing another loud metal on metal screech as it grated along the floor. He swore again and unhooked his foot. "Lilac! Where are you?" he called out, but his voice came out no more than a whisper. Man, it was sinister down here…
 
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Lilac turned this way and that way and every other way, looking to see what lay all around him, though the dim red light from the orb of spirit energy he held in his palm did not illuminate much and he could hardly see more than a foot or two in any direction before the darkness consumed everything beyond the small circle of light. Needless to say, it wasn't much help to him.

He wasn't sure which way to go, since he didn't recognize this area of the ship's hull – if indeed that was where he had fallen. Hell, he had absolutely no idea where he was and he felt completely and utterly lost, which was not a good feeling whatsoever. No direction seemed particularly inviting or safe, making his decision to move even more difficult. It seemed that he would simply have to choose a path at random and see where it led him.

He would either find a way back to the upper floors, or he would find his way right into trouble; those were the only options he could see at this point.

However, just as he finally forced himself to take a step forward, the toe of his shoe knocked something over on the floor, and the resulting rattling noise succeeded in nearly scaring him right out of his own skin. Lilac jumped back, his heart beating like crazy after it had only just started to settle into a normal pace, as he dropped his mismatched eyes to the floor to see what he'd accidentally kicked over.

To both his mounting horror and pure astonishment, he saw what appeared to be Pyramid Head's rusted red helmet laying on its side on the floor...and there was no Pyramid Head attached to it. Pyramid Head without his helmet on? Lilac could scarcely imagine such a thing, and he certainly couldn't imagine what kind of grotesque monstrosity had been hidden under that helmet. It was probably something that no living person should ever see.

But that didn't explain why the helmet was down here with him. Could the monster have dropped it somehow, or perhaps Pyramid Head had dropped the helmet down after him for some reason that he could not even begin to fathom? Or maybe someone else had knocked it off of him, although such a scenario seemed pretty unlikely.

Lilac cautiously approached the helmet and knelt down to get a better look at it. He blinked, wondering if his eyes were just playing tricks on him in the dim lighting. From a closer angle, the helmet looked more like a bucket that someone had tried to shape into a helmet - an art project that any six year-old might have tried. Maybe it was just a discarded bucket, and not Pyramid Head's helmet after all.

The young Quincy stood up and turned around to finally leave the area, but this time, he was stopped dead in his tracks as he thought he heard a voice calling out to him from the darkness. The voice was but a whisper upon the dank chilly air, and oddly enough, it knew his name. It was calling to him, no doubt beckoning him to come and be consumed by the Otherworld. He fought the urge to simply turn and run, – since running was what had landed him down here in the first place – as he listened to make sure that there really was a voice, and it was not all in his head.

Deep within the shadows, he heard another harsh sound like what might have been a large cleaver scraping across the ship's floor, signaling Pyramid Head's approach. Lilac was fairly certain that he had not imagined the noise, and that it was definitely time to starting moving again.

Without uttering a word, he spun on his heel and ran in a direction that seemed to lead away from the noises and the voices that were trying to summon him to their side. Somewhere along the way, out of sheer luck he found a small cleaning closet and he ducked inside of it, hiding himself along with the mop, bucket, and broom, before closing the door as quietly as he could and extinguishing his orb of spirit energy. It was dark inside the closet after that, and he could hear the faint sound of dripping water, but at least it was a place to hide.

Cupping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from breathing too loud, Lilac leaned forward and pressed his ear against the door, listening to try and hear if anyone or anything happened to pass by outside...

'How did I get myself into this mess? More to the point, how am I going to get myself out of it?' he thought, the sound of his own heart beating furiously in his ears within the silent darkness.
 

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The screech of the chain crossing the floor seemed to draw attention in a way that his calling out for Lilac didn't, but all Anton heard was a slow drip-dripping of water from somewhere above, and footsteps running away. The faint light bobbed along with him, receding into the darkness of the ship's abandoned hold. Where was he going? Anton crept forward. "Lilac it's me-eeEE!" he started to say, but his voice elevated to a strangulated squeal as something wet and cold hit him on the back of the neck and slid down inside his shirt. He didn't realise he had frozen in place until another drip hit him, this time on his nose. It tasted of iron. Just water, condensation, dripping from somewhere, he convinced himself. No need to be alarmed. "Oh Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…" He crossed himself instinctively, before getting out another ginto and holding it up like a torch. If there's anything down here…. it's not like I can't handle it. I'm one of God's chosen warriors, a Quincy. Admittedly not a great Quincy, compared to some, he was lazy, neglectful and childish, but still, he wasn't going to let himself be intimidated by a creepy abandoned ship. He screwed up his courage and went on.

Crossing the hold with it's shadows lurching in response to his reishi torch, Anton arrived near to where he'd first seen the light. He looked up - high above was a black patch that could only have been the jagged caved in floorboards of the deck above, and at his feet, the splintered wood and the rusty bucket that he had fashioned into a Pyramid Head disguise. It looked as though this must have been the spot that Lilac had fallen. Now he just had to find where he had gone. He took a guess as to where he thought the footsteps had led. Where was he? He couldn't have gone too far. Anton decided not to call out again, since last time he had just scared the kid away. He would just take a look around. Walking up and down the passageway that he thought Lilac had taken, he reached the end and turned back. No sign of him. He couldn't have just disappeared. He made his reishi torch burn a little brighter and started searching deliberately. What was that? A door knob. He pulled on it and after a sharp tug, it opened, revealing … just some kind of box with dials on it. A pressure meter or something. He shone the torch inside.

No Lilac. Nobody. Just … a RAT! The scuttling of the creature as it raced past his feet gave him a start, but after all, it was just a rat. He watched it run off into the passageway and then under what he had thought was just a bit of wall. But no, it was a door. The door of some kind of closet. Anton opened the door slowly, coming face to face with an extremely skinny, limbless, straggly grey haired old man! The old man loomed towards him, tendrils of hair damply brushing against his face, smelling of ancient dust and pine. "What the?!" He pushed the old man away, desperately trying to get him off, and his grey haired opponent clattered loudly to the floor. Dead. This place was terrifying!
 
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‘Wait a minute...’

‘Was that a scream?’

Had there been any source of light to provide visibility within the narrow, cluttered closet, it would have illumined an extremely pale and shaken young Quincy, his expression a portrait of growing, hysterical unease. Lilac was certain that he’d heard a shriek from somewhere outside the door; it sounded close by, perhaps just within the adjoining corridor. It also sounded- ‘Please don’t let my ears be playing tricks on me right now...’ -remarkably human; ‘...was that...Anton’s voice?’

‘Anton? He’s here, too?’

For some reason, this possibility only served to heighten his discomfort with the whole situation. He did not like to think that his friend might be here, wherever here was exactly, and he was not particularly fond of the thought that if Anton was here, then the other Quincy might also be by himself. Granted, Lilac was acutely aware of the fact that when push came to shove, Anton was far better suited to looking after himself. Anton was smarter, more skilled, more worldly, and in the short time he’d been acquainted with him, Lilac had perceived that Anton was far less likely to lose his head during a crisis such as this. No, in all likelihood, Anton would be okay on his own. It was Lilac who…

‘...I’m the one who’s incompetent and afraid here.’

The purple-haired adolescent clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, his single crimson eye narrowed, aglow in the darkness that entombed him. He did not have time to be feeling sorry for himself; it served no purpose and would gain him nothing in the end. If Anton truly had slipped into the Otherworld just the same as he had, then they would both stand a better chance if they were together and could watch one another’s backs- that was the real truth of it, and he felt rather foolish for not having made that realization sooner. Ultimately, he was still uncertain as to whether or not Quincy weapons and spirit energy could harm denizens of an alternate dimension akin to Hell, but if such monsters could be damaged by the likes of wooden planks, katanas, and guns, then surely there must have been some hope for their bows and arrows, right?

‘It’s worth a shot.’ Heh. Still making puns, was he? Perhaps he was starting to feel braver now than before. Yes; his decision had been made.

Lilac flung open the door of the closet with a rattling clamor and raced away down the corridor, heading in the direction he assumed- and prayed -that the shriek had come from. Only after he was already on his way did he begin to wonder if perhaps a monster might be deceiving him, using the cry of a human, to lure him toward it so that it could slay him, but it was already too late to turn back now, and besides, there was the equal possibility that Anton really was there.

‘Please...’ the teenager panted as he ran, his surroundings passing him in discolored blurs. ‘Anton, if you are there, wait for me, okay?’

SLAM!!!

Lilac rounded the corner and collided with his fellow Quincy head-on, toppling them both over and onto the hard, unforgiving wooden flooring of the ship with a thunderous thud. The pair landed in a tangled heap of limbs and it was he of purple hair who lay sprawled atop his friend, his head throbbing with pain- twice now that he’d struck it during a nasty fall. Best not to make a habit of that, lest he damage what little brains he had! With a weighted, groggy groan, he slowly lifted his head and looked down at…

...make that, into a pair of chocolate eyes!​

……​

…………………..​

……………………………..​

“Anton!!”

GLOMP!!

Lilac hurled both his arms around Anton’s neck, clinging to him fiercely; his expression could not possibly have exuded more happiness than it did in that single moment. He was verging on crying...oh, wait, he was openly weeping- thick tears crowding together in his amethyst and crimson eyes. A great big smile had splintered across his face as he gave a small utter of relieved laughter.

“You’re okay!”​
 
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Shitshitshit! Anton recoiled from the dead body, but once he took the chance to really get a look at it, he realised his error. “Stupid, just a mop… idiot,” he muttered to himself, his back pressed against a wall, one hand at his chest feeling his heart beat harder than it ever had before. He poked the dead mop with his toe. If anyone ever knew he’d almost died of a heart attack after getting jumped by a dirty old cleaning tool he’d be a laughing stock. No one must ever know. After a quick, guilty look around to check no one had seen, Anton crept forward, “Lilac! Lilaaac…” he whispered. Mop red herring aside, he needed to get out of here quickly, and he wasn’t going to leave Lilac down here either…

But then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, something hit him. The collision knocked him to the ground, and stars lit up briefly behind his eyes as he slammed into the decking , the air stolen from his lungs by the impact. What in the name of?! It was on top of him! The pyramid head zombie demon horror thing was on him! The thing lunged towards him, probably about to eat his brains or whatever was left of them, and Anton, seeing it lurch at him with arms outstretched, acted instinctively, determined not to get taken out easily. “In the name of God, get AWAY FROM ME!” he yelled, aiming an uppercut punch at the jaw of the zombie, with his right hand as he flailed at its grabby arms with his left. Too late, he heard it call out to him with Lilac’s voice.

He scrabbled to his knees. “Lilac! Lilac is that you?! I’m sorry, I thought you were Pyramid Head!” But wait, how could Lilac be Pyramid Head? He was Pyramid Head, and he’d dressed up to scare the crap out of Lilac, only… his little prank had worked a bit too well… and he’d scared the crap out of himself too. He blinked at Lilac, who had tears running down his face. “Ah! Are you hurt?! I didn’t mean to… “ He ran a hand through his hair, shakily. What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette right now. “Stay there! Let me heal you. Then, we’ll get out of here, OK? OK?” he smiled in an unconvincingly reassuring fashion, and pulled out a Ginto from his jeans pocket. He began to say a prayer in his native language, “Sainte-Marciana, Sois attentif a ma prière....” And it began to glow with light.
 
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The solid thump of flesh impacting against flesh; deafening in the silence that surrounded them--deafening in the tunnels of Lilac’s ears, as pain exploded across the expanse of his jaw and radiated throughout the confines of his skull, his head jarred sharply to the left as he was all but flung off of Anton from the force of the blow. His shoulder and back collided with the wooden floor, and he distantly felt his bones rattle in their sockets as he lay stunned, limbs sprawled awkwardly about him.

Little white starbursts of light sparkled before his eyes as he attempted to collect his senses. It took him more than a moment to realize what had happened just then.

‘Oops...’ he lamented, his head pounding and mottled gray-matter throbbing within its alabaster-bone cradle. ‘Not my brightest moment. I probably scared the living daylights out of him...guess I had that punch coming after all.’

Familiar, shaggy, russet-brown hair and concerned chocolate eyes loomed into his vision, and Lilac became aware of Anton’s presence beside him. Anton’s words were a bit muffled in his ears--they felt as though they had cotton stuffed into them--but his friend seemed genuinely apologetic and before Lilac could answer him, he began the process of a healing spell.

While it was indeed comforting to know that they could use their energy for such spells--indeed, that they could access their energy at all in the Otherworld; where they themselves might have been...dead--Lilac still didn’t think it wise to go wasting such precious energy when it was unnecessary. Shrugging off his lethargy, the lilac-haired teenager raised a hand and pressed his palm to Anton’s wrist, signaling for him to stop.

“Wait a minute, I’m okay,” he murmured, finding that he had remarkable control over his voice despite their current predicament and the ringing still thrumming in his ears. He declined to add; ‘At least, I think I’m okay. For all I know, I might not even be alive right now.’

But Lilac didn’t want to think about that. Because if they were both here and they were both dead--no, he didn’t want to think about his best friend being dead, too. It was just wholly, unjustly wrong. He released Anton’s wrist and instead pressed his hand against the side of his forehead as he finally sat up, grimacing and groaning quietly as several various aches and pains assaulted his nerves.

Anton had one hell of a punch.

He was really going to have to be careful about startling the other male in the future. If there was a future, he supposed. A flash of graying-white caught his eye and Lilac squawked in surprise as he finally noticed the mop laying on the floor nearby. It didn’t appear to be moving, but in Silent Hill almost anything could become a living monstrosity that would try and beat a person to death. Jerking his leg, he sharply kicked the offending cleaning tool away and it clattered noisily across the floor before rolling away into the veil of shadows that blanketed the edge of their vision--it did not re-emerge and Lilac spared a moment to exhale a tentative sigh of cautious relief.

Instantaneously, he hurled himself forward and latched his hands around the bony knobs of Anton’s shoulders, his own eyes of deep-lavender and glowing crimson-lava carefully scrutinizing his friend for any signs of trauma or injury. When he was certain that Anton was okay, he finally elected to speak, locking eyes with his fellow Quincy.

“I don’t know exactly how we ended up in the Otherworld,” he began, glancing apprehensively at the encroaching darkness from the corner of his eye, “but we need to be really careful in trying to find our way out of here. Pyramid Head is still down here with us somewhere, and he’s not wearing his helmet,” he shuddered again at the thought.

“Who knows what else we might run into, what might be waiting for us…” a thread of genuine fear crept into Lilac’s voice as he gently squeezed his fingers against his friend’s shoulders. But he found resolve in their promise to watch one another’s backs regardless.

Silence fell between them once again. It lasted only a handful of moments before a loud, eerie groaning sound thundered about them and the ship lurched sharply to one side--probably tossed by an unfriendly wave or a sudden squall--and both young Quincy slid and rolled along the floor until they slammed into the ship’s rough hull with a nasty, ear-splitting smack.

Kh-thunk-kh-thunk-kh-thunk.

In rapid succession.

Prying itself free from the shadows that had swallowed it, the mop rolled and bounced awkwardly along the wooden planks until it bounced and flung itself forward, harshly swatting both boys across the center of their foreheads and ringing their bells once more before it fell lifelessly across their limbs. Apparently, the mop had not appreciated being kicked and it had decided to return a kick of its own.

The Otherworld appeared to be toying with them now.​
 
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He felt Lilac's clammy hand on his wrist, looked up from his prayer. He shook his head, put his opposite hand over Lilac's where it clutched at him weakly. “You're not OK, Lilac. You were out for a few seconds there, and after that fall through the floor earlier … I think you have a con- con-” What was the word again? He was a bit too flustered to think of medical terms in foreign languages, and gave up. Suffice to say, Lilac did not look well. “Let me do it, my friend,” he said seriously, peeling Lilac's hand away from him. Anton didn't think he could live with himself if he didn't finish this, even if it might turn out to be a waste of his carefully conserved reishi. Placing Lilac's hand back onto the boy's chest, along with a warning of “stay still,” he completed the prayer. Glowing light spilled forth from the ginto, directed by Anton's will and the blessing of Saint Mariana, it settled on and gently absorbed into Lilac's body, clustering around the damaged parts. The sensation was at once tingly and soothing, and for a few minutes, Lilac could forget about the dangers and terrors of the Otherworld, as Anton passed on his healing energy. “It's finished. Do you feel better now?” he asked, looking into Lilac's oddly coloured eyes to see if his dilated pupils had returned to normal size. It was pretty impossible to tell, given the darkness of their surroundings.

Lilac sat up and squawked, causing Anton to grab hold of him in alarm, but once the mop was safely kicked away they could both breathe easier, and Anton let go, a little embarrassed. “Um... that thing... it's just a mop... I think,” he said, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. “I'm OK,” he assured Lilac with a smile as his friend searched him thoroughly for signs of trauma. Aside from that his heart was beating at one hundred and twenty beats per minute, and that he felt like the next scare might be the one to finally break his courage, he was fine. He followed Lilac's gaze as the two of them glanced about into the eerie darkness, but then found himself once again facing up to his own actions. He debated silently whether to tell Lilac or not about who “Pyramid Head” really was, until finally he said, very quietly. “Lilac,” a pause. “I'm really sorry. Pyramid Head... Pyramid Head was me. I was just trying to give you a fright, I never meant that it would go so far, but … it was me. I--- ” but Anton's guilty confession was cut off as the ship lurched suddenly to the side, tossing the both of them into the ship's bulkhead. What had started off as just a prank had become terrifying real. Maybe Anton was Pyramid Head, but all the rest of this stuff wasn't his doing! Had he summoned them into the Otherworld by dressing up as the monster, who was taking revenge for his mockery? Had he invited them into danger as surely as if he'd said “Betelgeuse” three times?!

Kh-thunk-kh-thunk-kh-thunk.

Something smacked into them, and Anton was instantly on his feet and running, dragging Lilac along with him through the lurching tunnels. “Lilac! Run! Run!” They had to get out of there now! He had lost all sense of direction down here. All he knew was they had to go up. Pulling Lilac along by the arm, he pelted through the darkness, searching for some kind of stairwell, hoping against hope that whatever he had unleashed. Anton tripped over the high frame of an open doorway, thrust his arms out in front of him in pure instinct to break his fall, and found them clasping onto something upright, cold and metallic. Two metal bars stretched vertically upwards, with shorter horizontal bars between... he felt the slight wetness and rust beneath his fingers as he tried to ascertain their shape in the darkness. “It's a ladder! A ladder back up to the Living World. Lilac, here's our chance to escape! You go on up first... I'll hold them off..” he suggested in a shaky voice. Covering Lilac's escape was the least he could do, even though he was more terrified than he had ever been in his life. He looked out into the darkness, wondering what he'd do if he saw a lumbering shape emerging from the shadows right now....
 
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