Remove these bracelets

[drinkandforget]

Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.

It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.

“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”

(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls)

Comments

bring it on :D

[drinkandforget]

The soft dress is tattered, torn, and smells of earth. It hangs loosely on a frame that's bleeding flesh, and the dead-animal smell is enough to choke on. She doesn't seem to notice it. Her nose looks flattened, as though it's missing something.

She heads forward, either uncomprehending, or stubborn. The wand doesn't give her any pause.

"Come." An echo, or a beckoning?

[hero_complexed]

"I-I'm warning you!" Harry threatens the thing automatically, backing up still farther and still aiming his wand. "I'm armed!"

[drinkandforget]

As he backs up, she comes still closer, in a macabre dance. To stop her will require force - and she has no nerves to feel pain.

"Let me," she says, but the sentence isn't finished. It's a sure bet Harry doesn't want to let her do whatever she may have in mind, though. As she lurches forward, she knocks over objects in the way without seeming to notice them.

[hero_complexed]

Harry only continues to back up, realizing that the only way out of this will be to use force. He's still got his wand firming in his hand as he raises it a little higher.

"Stupefy!" He bellows quickly, a blast of red light shooting from the tip of his wand.

[drinkandforget]

Lethe lets out an incoherent noise. She has little consciousness to take. Nothing flickers or changes in her expression, not the mouth frozen in its leer or the empty eyes.

But she stops. Though she seems to be trying to shamble forward still, it may be a trick of the light; she makes no progress, frozen in her futile advance.

[hero_complexed]

Harry lets out a quiet sigh of relief and just watches for a moment to see what happens. Since she only stopped he's reluctant to turn his back and continue on just yet. He tries to relax a little though he keeps his wand trained on the-thing just incase, already he has a good idea of which spell to use next if the stunner wears off too quickly.

[drinkandforget]

It might be another trick, or Harry's own fears, or Lethe may well just have moved, a tiny motion of a finger, the barest hint of a blink. Is she just a bit closer suddenly?

A careful look makes her seem to be still again, or perhaps biding her time.

[hero_complexed]

The tinniest movement is enough to freak Harry out just enough that he fires off another curse without any thought. "Glacius!"

[drinkandforget]

[Ice forms in front of her. Lethe's body, made for the heat of the desert river she guards, would like it even less another time.

Now, it only buys harry time. The faint sound of splintering signals Lethe crashing against the ice, likely to beat herself against it until it breaks, as she is now.]

[hero_complexed]

[ Time is good. Time is what will keep Harry alive as well as kill him if he wastes any more of it. He gives the area one last suspicious look before turning on his heal the sprinting as fast as he can manage away from the thing. After he's managed to put a good distance between himself and-and whatever that was, he chances glancing over his shoulder to see just how much distance he's made. ]

[drinkandforget]

[Except suddenly Lethe isn't behind the ice.

She's in front of it. It's shattered, but it's impossible to tell when or how in the dream; it's only all too clear that she's there and dangerously close. She lurches forward.]

Stop.

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry gives a frightened yelp and jumps back before trying another spell as quickly as he can think of it ]

Incendio!

[drinkandforget]

[She goes up in a blaze. The tattered dress singes immediately. The smell of burning skin and flesh is pungent. Her mouth hangs open as though she might scream if she could make the noise come from it - but there can be no pain in a body without working nerves.

And she keeps coming.]

[hero_complexed]

[ For a moment he's frozen to the spot, staring in horror at the thing as continues on. But It's not showing signs of pain so.. if it can't feel pain then he shouldn't hold back, right? ]

Reducto!

[drinkandforget]

[It might just be a noise as she disintegrates, but it sounds like a scream, long and drawn-out and chilling.

The body finally crumbles, and with nothing at all to make it move, it finally lays still and scattered.]