The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

The Real(?) World

I don't think so.... You get back here!

Jake noticed Darren slipping away and into the forest as everybody reunited. He nodded to Jack and slipped away himself, moving swiftly and silently as his days in both the Cadets and living out bush had taught him. After several minutes he overtook Darren who was simply plodding along.

Darren looked up from the forest floor and stepped around a fairly large redwood. He jumped in fright as Jake stepped out from the tree in front of him, his camoflauge uniform blending in too well with the surrounding forest.
"And just where do ya think you're going? C'mon, we won. Shit's all fucked up anyways, so come back to the group and I'll buy you a beer when we get to a pub. Bugger me, you even got all cut up. Scars man, chicks dig scars. C'mere and I'll fix ya up." Jake drawled slowly, slinging his M4 onto his back as he reached into a pouch and pulled out a small but complete first aid kit.

He pulled out a clean rag and an alcohol swab and took a step forward, coming nearly nose to nose with Darren.
"Now, this is gonna sting a bit mate as I clean the cut, then we'll wrap it up."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Damn internet keeping me awake with Cats...

Darren was going to try and slip away before he went and made things worse by summoning something else, but Jake quickly put an end to that plan.
And thus he let Jake work on his face, sitting down by the base of a tree as he began treating him, digging his nails into the bark when pain shot up.
"We Won? Still don't change the-*Winces*-the fact that I basically nearly killed everyone and possibly thousands more if lost. All I wanted to do was to go home...Now I got to live with this shit for the rest of my life. Slender, Rugal, Bruiser, Killing off Big Boss. Fuck, I turned Phoenix into a Freaking Nemesis..." He said as he recounted every single NPC that he killed, they could have all been actual creations he snuffed out in his attempts to mask personal issues.
"....Hey, Jake....Mind doing me a favour?....Tell Akane...I'm sorry. For basically everything...Just I reckon that after...Whatever it was Slender did to her, I'd be the last person she'd wan-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Darren trashed out as some disinfectant landed in his eye, causing a great amount of pain.
"AHH! FUCK! IT'S LIKE SHAMPOO BUT WITH ACID!" He said as he growled in pain.
"[sub]....I had that coming....oooowwwwww....[/sub]"

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

"Ahh ya big baby, here, hold this end of the bandage and lean forward." Jake said as he started to wrap the slice up with gauze.
"Well, for what it's worth, don't worry about it. Some writer above us was probably the cause of it. I can feel the Author above me, somehow, it's a wierd sensation, but I know that I am a fragment of his mind, just as Akane and Jack were once fragments of my mind. And as for Akane, hell no, you are telling her yourself. Personally, I reckon you'll be fine, I mean ya fought to save her. Stop worrying about it mate, she'll be right. When we get back ta civilisation I'll help ya get on a flight back home if ya want. Hell, I'll even fly ya home if ya really want out. But ya can't keep running mate."
[hr]Akane opened her eyes as the three broke their long hug. She nudged Aftan.
"Ara ara, he must have tried so hard to be fast asleep like that." she said pointing at the sleeping Mark. Aftan chuckled as she saw Kokoa looking apologetic.
"I was hungry!"
"So we have seen. The young Neophyte is in no danger nowm let him rest. He has earned it."
"I was about to ask why he was wearing Knight armour. Wait, where are the rest of the group? And what is THAT?" Akane said, pointing at the giant German Tank.

Her first question was answered by Jake and Darren walking back to the group, Darren with a bandage around his cheeks.
"Alright gang, gather the troops and let's mount up and get out of here. The good Humvee should be about 500m to the west down that road, we'll grab it on the way. Until then there are 2 seats plus the driver inside the tank, everybody else'll have to ride on top."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Germany
Time: Daytime

The lavender rune on Kyre's right eye spun again, getting larger until it encompassed her entire visible eye. The light purple of the rune then turned a deep bloodshot red, and a series of symbols made itself known in the whiteness between the concentric circles.

Then suddenly Kurumu found herself entranced.

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The Sea of Chaos
Location: Veim, the World Tree
Time: N/A

The succubus found herself floating in a infinite sea of green. The sky was dark and black, and the water below her glowed red like magma. The air shimmered with verdant fury, and the flow of the winds brought small leaves blowing past Kurumu.

There were branches everywhere, thick and small, great obsidian webs that formed walkways and paths. Upon each of these branches were small lights, people. Villages and cities, all scattered about a tree so massive that it was incomprehensible. Then there was a shaking in the branches and leaves, a wind that spoke.

"You have called to me," the voice flowed through Kurumu's body as the wind blew past, "you wish for me to release my mark on the prophet Cwanuld."

A man appeared before Kurumu. His skin was dark and black, and his hair was brilliant green, like the color of the shimmering air. His hair flowed down his back, unkempt but still in perfect condition and style. Loose clothes hung from his body, a robe made out of leather and bark, and shoes made of dark obsidian glass. The man spoke, "You are currently her master, and by the magic of the humans that bound her, she must follow your order. But you asked the rune itself, then you talk to me. I am the force that keeps the rune embedded in Kyre Cwanuld, and I am not your servant."

"I am Veim, the Tree of Life and the Guardian of Kyre Cwanuld."

 

[StormShaun]

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[b]Storm-178.
Location: Russian port off the coast of North Russia. 1939.[/b]

A 5 squads of soldier waited for Storm and Sith to turn up with a jeep, when the duo did indeed turned up they all lined up and saluted them as they came into the port with three ships. "At ease men." Storm said to the soldiers and their Commander translated his English. Everyone then relaxed at little but still attentive.

"Off the coast of here is an island where our greatest enemy stand. We must invade this island so we can save everyone!" Storm said as he raised a fist and the commander translated. Soon after everyone yelled and cheered Storm, the only fact he cared about is that he can save present day Earth without the Blackhawke's emergency plan.

Storm and Shadow then were guided to the Commander center of the port. Storm sat down on a chair awaiting for the others to attack the island or wait for their attack. The port had about three heavy attack ships and a couple of squads of men.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Dimension: The Unreal World
Location: The Redwood Forest
Time: Dawn

"First, to a pub. Then, the plane and to a beach. Somewhere. We might be detouring via Ireland though. How ya doing, loss of blood get to ya eh?" Jake said before walking over to Aftan and Akane who were marvelling at the tank.

"...You mean to say this, tank, is that heavy and that powerful? And there are thousands of them?"
"Yep. We're in an interesting universe now too, so we can do pretty much anything we want. I enjoy driving and flying though, the adventure is in the journey, so I'll be doing just that. I think Hawaii is a good goal for this time of year. Back home in Australia would be even better but thats a bloody long flight. We'll see." Jake said, starting to ramble as the adrenaline began to wear off.

He didn't realise it, but he'd been awake for over 24 hours now. They all had.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Germany
Time: MidMorning

Kyre was as frozen as Kurumu, stiff and unmoving. But BlackHarte jumped from his perch around Kyre's neck and funneled himself into the car, stabilizing the vehicle.

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Sea of Chaos
Location: Veim the World Tree
Time: [Empty Set]

Veim looked at Kurumu with monochrome white eyes. The wind began to blow heavily, carrying the warmth of embers and the smell of sulfur. "Child," Veim said softly and almost apologetically, "you do not understand. The seal is keeping her alive. I am keeping her alive. What trauma that Kyre Cwanuld has suffered is locked away, repressed by the seal that the humans had put on her. I do not keep Kyre in bondage, I keep the rune from fading."

The wind began to swirl around, carrying a flurry of leaves that surrounded Kurumu, each of the leaves reflected something, another time, world. Together they made up a picture, a small young girl was lying naked in the middle of a massive circle, her arms and legs were nailed down by large gold spikes, and she surrounded by men in yellow robes. She couldn't had been older than seven, and a large red gash ran across the bridge of her nose, deep crimson blood soaked her long red hair.

"Were the seal removed, Kyre's psyche would shatter. It is what holds her together. The human ritual calls for a subject that has already been broken in the mind, irrevocably destroyed so that no resemblance of rational thought might even chance existing."

The men in yellow, six in total, stood around the young girl, each holding out his hands and letting a purple light cover her broken body. Deep lines and runes began to draw themselves on her skin, tracing her bones and nervous system, and covering her head with symbols.

"They would give a subject a new set of memories, a new identity, so they would never rebel for freedom or look for a better life."

The picture turned grim, color turned to darkness as the scene turned black and white. The men began to step back, their hands visibly shaking, and the light that bathed kyre began to distort. A darkness radiated from the small girl, and the men broke off and began to run. The large circle that she lay in cracked and glowed before itself becoming part of the darkness. The golden spikes that had been struck through her hands and feet broke into oblivion. The girl was crying hysterically, and the runes on her skin began to move. They danced on her and faded in and out of visibility.

And suddenly the little girl was enveloped in a dark light, great amounts of color burst forth, fire, lightning, water. Light, darkness, chaos. Red Greens and Blues. It was an explosion of magic that consumed the child and room.

"When I could, I hijacked the ritual and tried to restore her. But it had not been in full, for her own potential as an Anti-Magus impedes the process. In the end I could not repair her completely, and the stress on her body and mind left her mute. I cultivated her anger, and forced her to live. She became the Emerald Silence, the anti-mage of Candor. Her hatred of the magical arts kept her from death. She is kept intact by the seal, but the seal is still very responsive to it's original function."

The little girl stood up, her entire body was covered in blood, that of her own and those of the men that once were in the room. Her right eye was glowing brightly, and she stumbled to walk on a body torn apart by metal and magic.

The leaves blew away, and Kurumu found herself facing Veim again. "If you wish, I will remove the seal from her. But you will deal with what she will become, for once I leave her, there is nothing I can do." Veim was crying, golden tears ran down from his white eyes but he did not move to wipe them away, "her freedom is death. The seal is like sap, it binds her together. To remove that is not something to be taken as lightly on the principle of morals. It is a necessary magic. Do you, Kurumu, still wish for her to be free?"

 

[NotYetForsaken]

"Are you afraid of losing your plaything?"

Veim moved backward when Kurumu asked him the question. "When have I ever called myself a God." The man floated closer to Kurumu and grasped her hand. His hands were rough, but warm.

"She is not a plaything young one. She is my daughter. My child," Veim's tears streamed down his face and fell toward the magma sea below, "I couldn't help when her family was taken from her. When the city of Prybat was looted and burned. I am no God. A God has the strength to protect his people."

The visage of the World Tree let go of Kurumu's hands, "She is one of the few that continue to live. My branches are barren from fires, and my bark is rotting with the corpses of millions. Do not let her die like the others. Please."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Veim stared at Kurumu, and the winds moved about the plane. "Good luck young one," Veim vanished into the winds and Kurumu found herself back in her physical body.

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Avatar Adventure
Location: Germany
Time: Mid Morning

The rune on Kyre's right eye faded, and red lines began to draw themselves on her skin, outlining her bones and nervous system. Then suddenly the entire construct of light shattered into the cool German air. Her right iris regained it's green color, a beautiful emerald hue.

"PRAHJEH STA, VEXORA REM. PAPA, MAMA, SOLCI, BROJIT. NARISTAVYA!" the Anti-Mage clutched her head and screamed, a piercing shriek that carried the distance for miles. Then she broke down into hysterical sobs, muttering and yelling in her tongue. The liquid Orichalchum dropped from her hands and landed in the car's seat, and quickly solidified into an immovable metal plate.

Kyre doubled over and clawed at her ears, an aura of darkness formed around her, and a deep magic began to make itself known. "ROSHMIRLI... PRYBAT MILRI... FYRBAJILN TEBLAZNIL. HADATZ CHTO PRAH NIEXAO! KORLUS PRAH FELSH. MEHR FAEL ILSTAH." Her screams eventually dissolved into incoherent sobs as she drew more of the magic in the realm toward her. A sphere of shadows had began to form around the Anti-Mage, and the turbulence of the air around the car was changing. A storm was brewing overhead.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

IRL
After getting stung by the acid Disinfectant, Jake finally bandaged up Darren's cut, covering up the eye it was under as well.
Soon He followed Jake and Mark back to the group, leaning on a tree and checking for any signs of anger within the group.
He was just going to say goodbye and get the fuck out of this country before something else happened.

Daniel's Island
When Future Daniel arrived and assumed control, Viscus was quick to change sides and got a good view of Past Daniel's pyre.
It was then that he detected the group nearing their location using their Ipods as trackers.

"Lord Daniel, The group is making their move, they have followed your instructions and are on their way here now. Your orders?"

He asked awaiting his command.
He was un-concerned with Daniel's current state and power, He had long since arranged his downfall, There were several variables, but he was certain that his Logic would see him though.

 

[Sithmorack]

Shadow just sat down in a corner of the room and sighed. He wanted to kill already, but it seemed he wasn't going to get the chance for now....

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Germany
Time: Mid-Morning

Kyre shrieked again when Kurumu whispered in her ear. Her hands moved quickly, bringing Orichalchum-Talon up and into Kurumu's body. The blade cut easily through most things, and the electrostatic discharge ran the blade with blue arcs of electricity. The Anti-Mage let go of the knife and brought her knees up to push away Kurumu, "Mama, papa... itjilfraha. Whenshol ahltuhlhol prhalul. Kyre wrapped her arms around herself, and her nails sank into her own skin, drawing rivulets of blood from her arms.

Her pupils where contracted, and her entire body was shaking. Tears streamed from her eyes, and thunder started to sound from the overhead storm. The sudden change in air pressure had shattered some of the vials on Kyre's holster, and strange potions and liquids soaked her leather armor. The sky wept, and a downpour began.

Then the first strikes of lightning started to fall.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Germany
Time: Mid-Morning

BlackHarte removed himself from the car and wrapped his body around Kyre's throat. His one green eye lit up as he began to translate everything that Kurumu was saying.

Kyre herself had stopped shaking, and the shadows began to lessen, and the winds soften. The anti-mage was still screaming, but her her voice became less and less shrill, until it seemed that Kyre was half-asleep.

"Who are you..." Kyre asked, her voice ringing slightly from BlackHarte's manipulation, "where am I? Where's father, mother, sister... Why are there men everywhere, yellow robes... so much fire. Have to put out the fires... Have to save Veim... Have... to... save... Prybat. Please... water... stop the fire..."

With the last few words, Kyre fell into a dreamless sleep, and the storm overhead dissipated once again into the blue German sky. BlackHarte warbled softly. The acids and toxins that stained Kyre's leathers seem to dull and be washed away. The technomorph seeped into his master's body and began to administer first aid.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Dimension: The Unreal World
Location: The Red Wood Forest
Time: Morning

"Hell no. I'm just gonna go home, Smash my head against the wall over and over until I can forget what happened here. That or go to one of those Shaolin Monk groups, miles away from anything with a Internet connection. I don't want anything more to do with any of this." Darren bluntly answered Mark as the group settled down.
"And no, I'm not joining you to the pub. I'm skipping town and intend to hitch-hike across the US to the nearest embassy. Then I *WILL* get a flight out of this damn country. Mark...You were a good friend, but it'd most likely be better if we cut ties here. Seeing how I nearly killed everyone. And don't feed me no fucking bullshit, Everything that happened here was my fault and I don't want to dig myself any deeper into this pit I've gotten myself into."

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Dimension: The Unreal World
Location: The Red Wood Forest
Time: Morning

As Jake finished his little blurt, Akane looked around and spotted both Darren and Mark leaning against a tree. She could see the sadness still in Darren's eyes, his want to just get away from it all. She nodded to Aftan, who silently grabbed Jake and got him to help her and Kokoa load up what meager supplies and things that had been found around the abandoned sawmill. Walking over to Darren and Mark, Akane lightly grabbed Jack on the way.

"Darren-san... Thank you. You fought for me, for all of us who were taken." She said softly as she grabbed the tired and stunned Writer in a tight hug. Releasing him, she looked up at Jack with a pleading face.
"Jack... Is there anything you can do for him?" she asked.
"Yes, there is. Darren, I can open a portal and send you home quite easily, that is no issue. I can also take away the memories of all of this, which will also seal away your powers. But, even this freedom has it's price. When you die, you will owe me 2 years of service in Hell before you get to stand Judgement, and Hell has much scarier things than Slenderman, and I powerful enemies."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Sorry if Darren comes off as a prick in this, He is one of the most complex characters I've ever made and none of these actions are taken lightly.

Dimension: The Unreal World
Location: The Red Wood Forest
Time: Morning

Darren was amazed his blood was still inside his body when Jack and Akane, but he broke off the hug when she went on about him saving her.
"You don't get it. It was *my* Fault this happened. You should be trying to tear my fucking head off! *I* should be trying to tear my fucking head off!" He said, still guilt ridden from the entire mess.
"...*sigh*....I'm sorry...I just......failed.....again....Look, Is there anything, Anything that I can possibly do to make it up to you. Name any price, name any torture, Ju-*sniff*....I'm so sorry!" The writer begged for forgiveness.

*Set after whatever happens with Akane
unless she forces him to take Jack's deal*

Then Jack made his offer of wiping his mind and taking his powers from him so none of this could happen again.
He was about to sign his name when he froze.
".....Son of a *****, you almost had me..." He said before dropping the pen.
"...Excuse me?" asked the Reaper.
"2 years. That's what you said. 2 Years of hell in exchange for forgetting this ever happened. But, You never said what kind of year. What is a year to you? You're fucking death! Time is nothing to you. How do I know that you aren't just going to use some kind of crazy ass Super Year? And the Judgement!? How do I know you aren't going to send me there full time?"
After pointing this out, he felt heavily conflicted, endless torment in hell would save everyone from him but he didn't want to spend the rest of time paying for what happened today, a lifetime of regret was enough.
Or was it?

The Writer sat down at the base and tried to calm himself down.
"...Look, I know I deserve everything that's coming to me. I do, I really do, Just....Look at me. 18 years old and now I got to chose either possibly ending the world or possibly suffering for the rest of time. And you'd have every right to do that to me, I wouldn't hold it against you...."
And thus he pondered Jack's offer, unsure of what to do.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Complex characters are cool.

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Dimension: The Unreal World
Location: The Red Wood Forest
Time: Morning

Akane shook her head lightly at Darren's descent back into guilt and self doubt. The sound of the slap echoed through the forest, the dainty little handprint red across the good side of Darren's face.
"I can not believe you. You think I have not already forgiven you? Raise your head in pride for your actions, where you stayed and fought instead of running away. There can be no punishment for that. Stand tall, Darren-san." the kitsune said sadly as she stood and turned, walking away.

Jack growled. "Darren. I am not Satan. My deal still stands, two of your human years, as if you were on Earth for the memory wipe. You will stand Judgement fairly, and will only be judged upon your life, not the two years service to me. If you do not wish to accept the deal, you are still free to use the portal back to your home, free of charge and with your memories. I give you that for not running away from your fear. I will not offer again, and should you threaten the world and it's existance, I will end you, that is my promise to you."

 

[StormShaun]

Storm-178.
Location: Russian port 50 miles from the Mad King's Island, Command Center. 1939.

Storm and Shadow still waited for the sue to attack the island. Everyone was getting bored and playing games amongst each other...like "Who can drink who under the table." and "Hot Vodka potato.". Storm sighed as he waited, "Geez...this is taking a while" Storm muttered in the Command room.

Commander Tomoya and the Blackhawke crew.
Location: Blackhawke CIC. Present.

Tomoya and the Blackhawke crew were bored out of their minds. Due to this emergency Tomoya declared the day to be a holiday for half the crew and the next day a holiday for the other half of the crew. Sure the scientists were having fun doing research and inventing new things (They already completed the time portal machine ages ago) and the military were training. Tomoya was slumped in his Command chair. "Anything yet?" Tomoya said with a bored tone. "Nope...nothing from Storm. And we just got him some new armour too." Co-commander Shepard said to Tomoya.

Suddenly Tomoya had an idea. "So...can we activate the time portal and go to 1939?" Tomoya asked which gained a weird look from Shepard.

Spoiler: Sorry...couldn't resist.

"Yeah we can do a small portal enough for a small ship...but for the Blackhawke...nope." Shepard responded. Tomoya nodded and began to order the ship. "Someone get the hanger crew ready to launch the Lightning Hawk...Shepard your in-charge while I'm away. get the science team to make that damn portal bigger!" Tomoya yelled as he left the command centre and ran to the hanger.

As Tomoya reached the hanger the crew had already prepared the ship. "Okay...I'm leaving." Tomoya said as he equipped his weapons and computer watch as he hopped into the ship. Getting into the cockpit, Tomoya began to switch the Lightning Hawk on and prepare for take off. "This is the Lightning Hawk...launching!" Tomoya yelled as he launched quickly out of the hanger and immediately a time portal to 1939 was summoned right in front of him.

The Lightning Hawk entered the portal smoothly and exited near the 1939 world's moon. "Okay...lets do this." Tomoya said as the ship boosted towards Earth. The ships computer had already picked up Storm's signal.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Prybat, Veim, Fracture.
Time: Twenty Years prior to arriving in the Origin Plain

Kurumu found herself standing in the middle of a vast city, carved into the stony bark of a massive tree. The branches were as thick as mountains, and from her pearch at the very top, upon a great obsidian spire, she could see the cities burning kilometers into the smoky night sky. Miles below her, the earth was covered in magma, large crevices belching fire and smoke into the atmosphere. The cool night wind carried the glow of distant embers and the smell of ash and burning flesh.

Men in yellow armor were everywhere, they tore apart houses, and threw torches into homes. Amoung them were men in yellow robes, casting fire and lightning from wooden and metal staves. Kurumu could make out others, people wearing dark leathers, jumping from roof to roof with spears in hand, trying to fend off the men in yellow armor. Those people were dying in droves, the knights moved unrelentingly, holding banners depicting a yellow sunburst of black, and cutting down what opposition there was. Great insects beasts that resembled giant centipedes met their fate in fire, and the men met their fate by steel. The leaves of the tree were raining down everywhere, birds and insects fell dead next to the Succubus, victim to the suffocating smoke.

"NO! NO! STOP IT!" a voice cried from behind her. As Kurumu turned around she saw Kyre as young as seven, naked and crucified on a obsidian cross. Tears and blood stained her flesh, and she was crying out, "PAPA! You have to stop them! Please!" she said between her sobs and screams. Floating golden nails, three inches thick and seven long, circled around her waifish form, every time she twitched, they would drive themselves into her body, crushing bone and parting flesh. Then it would remove itself and the wound would heal.

Another one drove itself into her chest, breaking her sternum and piercing her heart. Kyre let out a long wail as the golden nail spun in her body and tore apart her tissues before it retreated, slick with blood. Her tears ran down through the open wound, and the flesh began to sew itself together.

Around the crucifix stood three men, all wearing yellow robes and with staff in hand. They conducted the array of spikes.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Kyre dropped to her knees, and her hands hit the soft grass to stop herself from falling over. The young girl seemed shocked. Tears ran down her face and hit the soft earth of the meadow, "Papa! Papa! Where are you!? Come back to me papa..." she leaned back and clutched herself, "come save me. Come help me. I don't want to see the world burning, I don't want to remember the pain." The young girl fell over, her head hitting the earth. "Papa, save me. Take me away. I don't want to have them in me anymore, I don't want to feel anything. Make me forget. Make me forget."

Even when Kurumu appeared and tried to talk to her, Kyre almost seemingly ignored the Succubus. It wasn't until Kurumu got closer to her that Young Kyre screamed out, "Who am I!? Who are you!? Stay away from me! I... I dn't know what's going on!"

It was there that Kurumu realized something, the pain wasn't external. The little girl was putting herself through hell. And it was following her wherever she went. There was much turmoil in her, she was trying to process all the information and memories of the older Kyre, and she had lost herself in the tortures and hatred that her older self had lived through. Yet, her young psyche was also burning, it was trying to destroy itself, to forget everything that had ever happened. This girl could not hear the words of others for she was too trapped within herself.

Spoiler: OOC

If you could cut out that last part, it would be better. Kyre has three personalities trying to take power in her mind at the moment. A voice isn't going to be able to reach her.