[Open] The Mark of the Herald

[thewatchers]

Mark of the Herald Part I
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Despite certain disruptive events and ominous visions in the preceding month, August is seemingly still free of any problems.

That’s quick to change, however. Starting from the third of the month, strange, circular marks begin to appear on human students around the school - and, indeed, humans around the world. Those affected begin to feel incurably drowsy, something that no magical or mundane solution can seem to cure or relieve; eventually, they’ll fall asleep entirely, whether they want to or not, and enter a state of magical stasis. Not even nonhumans are immune, though whether they’re marked seems to be much more erratic.

Those who remain awake or are otherwise spared by the mark are free to do as they wish - the Academy won’t ask them to do more than keep themselves safe. But where each marked person falls in slumber, a portal will form; a strange tear in reality, offering glimpses of a surreal, nightmarish plane that differs vastly from individual to individual. One thing is certain; the cause of a victim’s seemingly endless sleep and these portals are linked somehow, and the only way to find out exactly how is to go through...and the only ones capable of doing so are those who are still awake.

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[nor_iron_bars]

[The tight, suffocating feeling hits her in a way that very few things do, old memories of gasping for air and clawing at the earth. She grits her teeth against the scream she can feel bubbling at the back of her throat and charges forward faster, choosing to swim forward in long, furious strokes instead of passively falling.]

[You're not dead and buried yet. Not if you can still keep digging.]

[She's breathing heavily, trying to fight back the panic, but she makes it out eventually, flipping around midair as she falls to land on her feet out of pure instinct.]

[Taking one last deep breath, she relaxes and looks at the one other person here.]

Welp, don't love what you've done with the place. But hey, we've all had our goth phases, who am I to judge?

[No matter what you put her through, Jailbreak is still Jailbreak. Maybe it's not reassuring to most people, but it makes her feel better.]

[She's pretty sure Rex isn't doing too well, though. This doesn't look like a good place to be.]

[heromedal]

[ The tar becomes the sky as Jail escapes it, a starless night, shimmering with the iridescence of oil.

Rex's head raises when Jail speaks, gripping the handle of the massive sword. The other Jails he's been killing mostly tried to sneak up on him or attempted to blow everything up immediately. It's a different approach, but all the same he stands, hauling the enormous weapon out of the ground with a burst of the black substance that seems to bleed out of the ground like a wound. ]

Another one? [ Rolling his shoulders and slowly walking closer, his aggressive intentions are clear even if he's taking his time, holding the sword in a reverse grip so it trails sparks behind him as it slices the ground. ] Always joking. I don't want to hear any more.

[nor_iron_bars]

Dude. Buddy. My guy. [Jail spreads her arms and raises an eyebrow, all casual arrogance and lazy amusement, the way Rex has probably seen her showboat in the face of imminent danger half a dozen times before.]

When has someone wanting me to shut up ever stopped me from talking?

[She tilts her head, squinting slightly as she peers at something past Rex in the pile of various dead people.] Hey, is that one Steve? Damn, good thing we're in a dream, real Steve still owes me money.

[heromedal]

[ She gets to about 'is that one Steve' before he's throwing his sword at her, twirling like a small throwing knife but weighing more than her. He doesn't wait for it to land before he leaps after it either, though it looks like he's more interested in getting it back in his hand than he is in chasing Jail herself. ]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Without missing a beat, Jail steps up and onto the blade, using her ability to ignore gravity by just casually standing on the flat of a sword in motion like it's a skateboard and she's planning to do a sweet flip.]

Speaking of, you know we're in a dream, right? Pretty sure it's yours, this one ain't me.