OPEN log; and forgive us our trespasses

[paterelohim]

Who: Chuck Shurley and YOU
When: anytime from May 23rd onward
Where: your character's dreams
Summary: Dream-creeping for absolution of guilt and plague relief.
Warnings: TBA

[Chuck knows there's only one way to really cure people of this disease. He starts creeping into dreams, starting very early Wednesday morning. It's as easy as going to sleep and slipping quietly into a dream, even if he doesn't recognize the dreamer, as naturally as if he were an extension of their own subconscious.

But he isn't nice about it.

They get nightmares: called up images of whatever festers at the dark center of their conscience. A vivid recollection of what's keeping them sick, so He might learn about it, make them confront it, and talk them through it like their own personal Yoda or Jiminy Cricket.

They might find themselves caught in it, only for a hand to reach out to them and yank them from the horror into a much calmer dream- Chuck's hand. They might have Chuck standing beside them, watching the horror, only for it to melt away. They might find themselves sitting on a couch with him, watching the memory on TV. There are a thousand possibilities.

No matter what, all the dreams will (hopefully) end the same: with Chuck slipping away, having given them (hopefully) some internal forgiveness and the kind of absolution that only comes from God.]


((OOC: so obviously, Chuck is wandering through giving out absolution with his God-powers. Every thread might NOT end in total forgiveness or absolution, depending on the severity of your character's guilt AND how cooperative with the conversation your character is- but everyone who comments WILL at least show improvement of symptoms. Unless we OOC-ly work out something else, I would really strongly prefer that your character NOT remember that Chuck specifically was in their dream.

If you comment, please put their name and the date/time in the subject line, and describe the source of their guilt in the comment. Chuck will show up in an already))

Comments

[paterelohim]

That stuff, all those people. [He gestures with a dishrag while going through the list.] Bastien, Teito, that scythe.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau feels like he's just been stabbed through. The scythe growls quietly, forcing Frau to close his right hand into a fist in silent warning. He doesn't dare do anything more noticeable than that.]

Bastien is. Teito is. As for the scythe...

[He shrugs. The scythe simply is.]

[paterelohim]

[An answering shrug.]

Tell me about it. Tell me about that scythe, how it can have any kind of mind, why you think it's your fault. Or at least what the deal is with carrying it around like it's your job to punish yourself.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau leans up against the wall and looks away, distracted.]

The scythe is a long story.

[He isn't going to ask how Chuck knows about it, especially such details. Far more people here than at home have seen it, so he's just come to accept the fact that others will know it exists. They just don't really know what it is and what it can do.]

[paterelohim]

Cliffnotes?

[He comes around the bar and pulls up a stool, a bottle of vodka in hand.]

I can't exactly ask questions and talk about it until I have some kind of grasp of the details here. It's working blind.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau has no idea what cliffnotes are, but he gets the idea of what Chuck wants.]

The scythe belongs to Verloren, the god of death in my world. He really pissed off the chief of heaven, got thrown out, and has been wreaking havoc on earth since then. Thankfully his soul has been separated from his body. As has the scythe. It's a weapon that will consume the soul of its user immediately. I'm the only one who's managed to hold it off at all, and it's our only real chance of defeating him.

[But it's consuming Frau's soul, and in the end he'll lose. As he starts to lose himself, he begins to consume more souls. For now he's able to keep it at just those who are corrupted, but the scythe craves pure souls. One screw up on that part and it's over for Frau. Of course, he's not going to share any of this with Chuck without major prodding.]

[paterelohim]

[But Chuck knows how plot devices and Macguffins like this work, so after a moment of thought he asks, brow furrowed.]

But it's consuming yours? Oh, god. That sounds.. awful.

[ibreakrules]

[Frau simply shrugs. He could deal with the scythe consuming his soul. It had been doing so for awhile now. Frau had long ago accepted the fact that soon enough he would be completely gone. Hearing it doesn't even bother him anymore.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck makes a small tsk of frustration into his drink. This is about the thirtieth dream He's been to so far, and Newcomers are such tough nuts to crack sometimes- especially when a subconscious is locked up as tight as Frau's, barely letting anyone through.

It's tiring. Really tiring. The exhaustion with hand-holding everyone through some kind of internal acceptance of themselves is getting to him, and making him cut corners. Hell, maybe it's better. All they need is healing, right? Self-acceptance has to come on their own. That's not God's jurisdiction.

Right?]

So what about the stuff you think is your fault? How's it on your head?

[ibreakrules]

[Frau chuckles softly. It's all so obvious and unavoidable.]

Because I killed him.

[The blood of an assistant arch bishop. The blood of a mentor. It's on Frau's hands. And it wasn't just that he'd condoned Bastien's death or allowed him to die. He'd been the one to kill him.]

And I let him down. It was my job to protect him. He's my apprentice, and I let Ayanami take him. Or I will... I don't know.

[Frau shakes his head weakly. He's no longer talking about the same person, but he doesn't see it as very important to actually say that. While it may not have happened yet, this eats at Frau even more than Bastien's death.]