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Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have. Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle. Get ready to hit the ground running. Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel. Practice makes Perfect: This magi stuff sure looked easier on TV. You don't understand your power and it's frustrating trying to use it in combat when you don't get it. Maybe it's time to just take some time to figure this out. Good thing none of the citizens can see you when you transform! Test out those new skills, cause a little mischief, or be the helping hand someone might need! Fighting Evil by Moonlight: Things aren't as easy as they looked on TV. Nightmares are tough and there's real danger in there. There are victories... but, some are not as clear cut as others. Is today a successful attempt, or are you on your last legs standing up against an enemy far stronger than yourself? Do you forge on ahead, or do you retreat? A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Dreadful Nightmare: You're wearing yourself down with all this fighting. Your mind is rife with insecurity and fear. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you hurt someone. Birth of a Witch: You've just learned the terrible truth behind Witches, and it's staring you in the face - someone very close to you has succumbed to despair. In a burst of flame, their corrupted soul gem rearranges itself into a grief seed, completing their transformation. Can you continue to fight on, knowing that this is the ultimate fate of all magi? Moreover, can you bring yourself to raise your weapon against a dear comrade whom you have been fighting alongside for so long? Unending Night: Carrying out a magi's duties has never been easy. Although up until now you've successfully navigated your way through countless nightmarescapes and defeated countless foes, this time you might finally be outmatched. Foe after foe stands before you. There's no end in sight. And with each attack you throw their way, your soul gem seems to grow ever dimmer... A Cruel Choice: The Witch has fallen, and you've been awarded a grief seed for your valiant efforts. Just in time, too! Your soul gem is in desperate need of cleansing. But as you look around you, you realize that you're not the only one whose soul gem is in bad shape. There's absolutely no way you can take care of more than one soul gem with just one grief seed. What will you do? In Fugue: Someone very dear to you has been acting off lately. They spend just a little too much time with the natives of Nyoi-cho, and they seem to resemble themselves less with each passing day. They even seem to be forgetting bits and pieces of their own past, and simple questions on your part lead to them spitting out the same eerie pre-programmed responses that you've grown so accustomed to hearing from the locals. It's clear that they're being assimilated into the town. You wonder how long it'll be before they cease to recognize you completely and the person you once knew them as simply no longer exists. Isn't there a way to slow down or reverse the process at all? Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

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Miles Upshur | Outlast | cw: mutilation, missing body parts, body horror stuff idk grossness

[milesupshore]

Arrival

["I wish I had my fucking fingers back."

It's probably not something to waste a wish on if a genie suddenly popped out one of the Mt. Massive toilets and decided to grant him said wish, but it was a wish he made nonetheless. In a daze, leaning against the wall, blood loss forcing his mind to give way to random thoughts that he was sure would be his last. What he really wanted was to be out of that fucking asylum, to be in his car, to be home. But when the strange creature offered him not only the granting of his wish (he really did want his goddamn fingers back) but a way out, he took it. Become a Magi? What the fuck? Sounded like something out of a shitty fantasy book. Something one of the Variants would probably ramble on about. But he accepted. He accepted not knowing of the truth behind Mt. Massive would ever be exposed to the world, and maybe that went against every journalistic instinct he's ever had, but at the time he simply didn't give a shit. He wanted to live.

He idly roamed the town, staring down at his hands occasionally as he observed that his fingers were in fact still missing. He felt like an asshole for having thought anything else would happen, but when you're faced with a talking cat promising to grant your wishes what in the hell were you supposed to think?

He felt angry. At himself, at Murkoff - especially at Murkoff - at that stupid creature, and at whoever sent him that email to begin with. All because in a moment of insanity and blood loss all he could think about were his goddamn fingers.

His bloody hands and the stumps where his index and ring finger once were only made him angrier and angrier, wondering just what he gave away in making his deal aside from his old life. Which, admittedly, might have ended if he stayed in Mt. Massive. But he was a cynical bastard and had to wonder if he traded in a collapsing building for one set on fire. The more he thought about the stumps on either hand, the more he wished that he'd just shut his goddamn mouth and kept going. And then suddenly he felt pain in his hands, but not pain from freshly mutilated hands, this was different, along with a pressure that became unbearable. He winced and grunted in pain as he forced himself to stay up by leaning against a building, and without really understanding what he was seeing...the ring finger on his left hand just...grew, followed by the index on his right. They were there.

He moved his fingers, wiping away the blood to see if there was some cut. But no, it's as if he never lost them, save for the strange feeling in his hands and the blood from before.

"I wish I had my fucking fingers back."]

What the fuck?

arrival

[crappyfairytale]

What the fuck...?

[Look, Heather was gonna mind her own business, alright, she already kind of figured she wasn't the only one around here who got screwed over. But then this-- this guy's fingers just grow back? And there's really only one thing you can say about that, isn't there.]

[milesupshore]

[He was so confused he wondered out loud twice. Except, no...that was someone else. He looks up at the unfamiliar voice and sees a girl seeming just as dumbfounded as he is. Maybe less so, because his eyes were still pretty wide open and his mouth hung agape. It's a wonder he manages to get his shit together enough to say something, though his voice is shaky.]

...Yeah, that about sums it up.

[Sorry he doesn't have any words. Maybe he'll write them down later. now that he can]

[crappyfairytale]

Do, uh... do you wanna see doctor or something?

[Yeah, she doesn't really have anything to say, either. It's... kind of hard to top that. Not every day people grow back body parts.]

[milesupshore]

[Miles looks back down at his hands. Does he want to see a doctor?

He wipes the rest of the blood off his jeans, or what he could anyway. It's fine, they're already messed up. He looks back at Heather and snorts.]

Not really.

[With his luck any doctor here would take his fingers right back.]

Besides...don't know what I'd say. "Hey doc, my missing fingers grew back, what should I do?"

[The shakiness in his voice is now replaced with bitter sarcasm. It helps.]

[crappyfairytale]

[She shrugs. It's not her fingers we're dealing with here, so she's not gonna get too bent out of shape about all this. It's just more weird stuff piled up onto the weird sundae.]

Take two and call me in the morning? [Heh.]

[milesupshore]

[There is a noise that may possibly be a tiny chuckle. You don't come out of Mt. Massive (or years in the journalism career) and not appreciate that kind of humor.]

Yeah.

[He flexes his hands some more until the strange feeling goes away. Well, of all the problems he could be having, this one isn't so bad.]

You happen to know if this is normal around here?

[crappyfairytale]

[Shrugging, round two.]

You're asking the wrong girl.

[You don't come out of a haunted mall or two and feel like answering too many questions.]