[CLOSED] Now you've got a weapon and a companion, all in one!

[sunstead]

Who: Clamor, Noah & others!
When: October 8th through the end of the month
What: Clamor returns!! At least in spirit. Catch-all for the month.
Warnings: There will probably be mentions of murder/suicide/trauma at some point or another.

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((Closed prompts are below, replies will be from suspiciousweapon!

Clamor will be semi-available for the month, seeing as his current body makes it more difficult to talk with people + Noah is being overprotective of him + he's kind of depressed right now. That said, feel free to hit me up on plurk at BlueFlewFedUQueen, ping me through the game discord, or send me a PM if you want a thread with Clamor and I'll see what we can do!))

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[suspiciousweapon]

[The last week or so has been far less kind to Clamor.

Longer than that, actually. Time has since lost all meaning, stretching on and repeating itself in a senseless, formless prison. It's different from when he was sealed, he quickly learns—a sealed mind has no thoughts, no awareness, and perhaps that has its own horrors but at least he could rest peacefully. It was more like waking up from a dreamless sleep, from Seven Tower straight into the present. What he's in now is...

It's a lot of things. Shifting, changing. It didn't seem so bad at first. Quiet but secure, maybe even a comfortable place he could sort out his thoughts, but then— then—

like a string being cut, a mind tossed into unkind winds. pulling, separating—he was so sure he was going to die, to completely cease to exist, but he was... gathered? still together, whole but not. scattered but contained and disoriented and sickened in a way he struggled to even comprehend. a whole that's been pulled apart but he's still whole, he's still here, has to focus to keep his mind together but he can't risk finding out what happens if he doesn't—

time gets messier and messier. he feels his mind, his soul being pulled, pulled—but whatever it is lets up, only to come back again and again... pulling him against some barrier he can't overcome. he's tired in an indescribable way. he's scared. he's not ready to let go, not even sure if he can, but... how much more of this can he take? how long before he goes completely insane?

time passes like mist. he's trying, he's trying... please, El, if this is all there is just let him die

he's pulled again, but this time is

different

no barrier. he's moving again, he's

somewhere?

too many pieces, his mind is in shambles but something is different. different but... familiar.

there's a shape, a cage that felt small once but compared to a minute ago it's downright comfortable. just his size... knows exactly where each piece goes, like putting a puzzle back together...

he's tired, and when his awareness starts to fade he lets it. he's so tired... he just wants to rest.

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