scribble_puppet | Central Silent Hill/Alchemilla Hospital (Foggy World)

::No, she doesn't::

This time she paused to fully observe the twisting. Ah, a pull, a pinch, a force of will...it was like stilling the ocean. Simple, really, once the outside forces were handled. After all, how could the world twist if there was nothing to grasp and pull through?

As for those outside forces, there were the boundaries, great edges in reality. Silent hill really was just a little dark soap bubble. The size had to be frustrating to the inhabitants at times. Now the fun part of cutting off that outside layer from the inner layers!

::Keep your sickness among yourselves::

She's gonna be the Mother of God! I won't let you keep Paradise locked up!

Reality ruptures

And the two strange minds are somewhere else, slid down

And Amber is here, upstairs.

And three large, muscular men, wearing only butchers' aprons and red hoods, surround her. Their gray arms hold long spears, pointed toward her.

::Or everyone will die screaming. Gods are weird like that.:: The ability for people to delude themselves never ceased to amaze her. Regardless, she had no intention of allowing Amber to be a vessel for a God unless the girl wanted to.

She turned to face the newest trio, the body of the old woman bobbing in her wake, and looked past them to Amber. Spears could melt and drip back down on themselves,, the better to keep them clear of her friend. ::Amber? What happened?:: her mental voice wasn't quite as tame as normal, but she was trying to keep the rage tamped down?

The men lunge forward, spears thrusting directly into the fire. Undeterred, they reach mindlessly in toward her, not even seeming to register their limbs becoming ash.

Amber doesn't answer. She's asleep- dreaming peacefully- in a bed in one of the patient rooms.

Rachel didn't care at all about the men falling to ash and smoke. They weren't a concern except in the fact that they be kept from Amber. That stillness though...

...::Amber::

There were threads everywhere, traces, if one knew how to look for them. Like scent to a hound, everything was connected in one way or another. Rachel just had to trace the lines to Amber's mind.

::Amber::

With the dogged, burning determination that was Life in all it's bloody glory.

::It's time to wake up Amber::

She murmurs, stirs.

"whthf...?"

::I think it's time to go. Things have been strange, and they may have messed with your head.:: Or her body. Maybe both.

::I'm going to come get you:: in that 'tearing holes through the floor' kinda way so Rachel could still keep an eye on the strange apparitions in the lobby.

And she's caught up enough to bolt upright.

And shout in surprise when the hole appears in the floor.

"FUCK!"

::It's okay, I have you, just step down it's alright. I want you to get a look at what' going on down here.:: because, really, why not have more minds checking this out?

And who knew, maybe that empty Amber in the center of the room was a piece of her Amber. And maybe she was a trap. Easiest way to find out was to see how both Ambers reacted.

"...uh..."

She cautiously approaches the hole in the floor and peers down.

"What the fuck..."

::Jump:: Rachel sighed. ::It's the quick way down instead of wandering hallways looking for stairs. Besides, I don't know where the crazy woman and her son went.::

"What the fuck ever," she grumbles, shifting to the edge and then hopping ungracefully down.

She eyes the now-still charred remains of the three men.

"What happened while you were gone Amber?" Rachel asked, finally moving forward enough to stir the ashes with a foot. She was letting her flames die away to a trickle after catching Amber.

"...buncha shit," she says evasively. "Don't really wanna talk about it now.

"I was havin' a really good dream, too... Guess I shouldn't sleep in a place like this, though.

"Think we can get out?"

"No" she answered simply. "Not yet." the way the crazy old lady had been talking had sounded like programing. Probably not as extensive as the Hound program, but, programming.

And...Amber really wasn't acting like herself.

"What kinda dream?"

She waves her hand vaguely. "I dunno... movin'. Like, on the train, when the tracks are out in the open. And there wasn't anyone else. Just sunlight."

She gives a rueful smile, then looks Rachel over. "What about you? Figure you can take care of yourself, but..." But the place is messed up.

"Well, I got to deal with a crazy old lady and her son, ID'ed their 'God', nearly destroy the reality, and then....you had a peaceful dream in a nightmarish place like this so I'm pretty sure they messed with your head." she summed up. That was everything, right?

"Fuck... Can you, y'know, tell?"

She does not want her brain messed with. Not even by Rachel, but... she's preferable to unknown crazy people.

"...probably." She was pretty sure she knew what this place, and it's power, 'felt' like now. "And they were talking about making you a Mother, so do you want me to check your body too?" She really didn't know how to put that delicately.

Wut.

"...think I'd know if they'd done something there."

"Not if it starts as an infection by a Power." It wasn't the easiest way to bring about Life, but 'Gods' were weird. "But yes, I can check your head? Best to do it here in case it's only active in this place."

"...'kay..."

She sits on one of the benches and watches Rachel with some trepidation.

Rachel folded to the floor by Amber's feet, spinning shields among shields among walls around them. Better to be safe if they were going to be so distracted. "Would you like to be with me when I look or would you like to not know what's happening?" she offered after a moment of thought and external construction.

"With you," she replies firmly. If anyone is mucking around in her head, she is going to be supervising every step of the way.

"Alright. That'll make things easier." The best person for sensing something wrong in a person's head was always the person themselves. With Amber there, they were less likely to overlook things!

"Deep breath now, don't worry." she took Amber's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, and suddenly they falling inward. Every mind was organized different, giving each mentalscape a unique appearance. Some liked to think of their mind as a house, some as a park, a theater...

Rachel's mental form was different, slightly, from her physical one. She wore facial tattoos openly and she seemed to have flame under her skin rather than muscle. She still held Amber's hand, sending reassurance and strength as she looked around. ::This is where we start::

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