Call of the reaper
Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2024 6:25 am
After all the crazy events that has happened to him for the past few days from the tournament to the botched job at the hotel, to nearly to having his underworld connections exposed. Castor felt he could do with a few more days to just sleep his problems away maybe even get back to his studies he’s more certainly hasn’t put on hold and have been extremely late with turning his assignments on time…but it seems his past had other plans for him. From the outside its would seem like any other day for a student at Beacon, but for Castor it was far from normal, one moment he could be busy pretending to be listening to the same tired explanation about faunus history or some other boring event when his vision would soon start distort and twist, morphing the numerous students into monstrous grimm the surrounding around him soon chocked his lung with black and deadly smoke and off in the distance he could see the gleam of two silver eyes. These dreams, visions or nightmares would appear all throughout the various days and even invade his mind as he tried to sleep. For whatever reason his mind was bringing him back to that day…but something seemed off about it, details were getting mixed in, added or flat out changed as far as he could tell.
At this point it was starting to clearly affect him the eye bags under his eyes and his sluggish nature was apparent to anyone but most of the student body and many of the faculty ignored him figuring the delinquent was just out late up to no good as usual. And in fairness usually they would be right, Casto admitted he was a bit of a bastard to many of the people around him at the school itself. For one reason or another it caused him to gain a reputation of infamy…honestly it a surprise he hasn’t been kicked out yet. Besides not like he can tell people about himself easily wheatear it his past or the crazy state his mind seemed to be in. “they’ll just think im crazy.” He thought to himself to do his best to keep his mind focused on the reality of front of him, though with his constant images inscribing themselves onto his psyche it seemed more and more difficult to focus on anything around him.
Eventually Castor would slowly force himself back into his room hoping if he buried himself deep enough in his bed these horrible hallucinations would eventually end, luckily he was able to get one of the smaller room all to himself so he wouldn’t be sharing it with any other the other students…which given the state of the room with the dirty clothes knocked over table and the less that is said about the wooded chair lodged into the tv the better…it was quite clear Castor was not in the right mind in any way. But no matter how much he tried to block them out of his mind the two piercing silver eyes would resurface like hungry animals looking for prey. The more he fought it the worse and stronger they became, soon he was starting to believe he was actually there, returned to the night where so many people died in a flash. Slowly the young man’s mind was being consumed by these thought entirely until a moment of clarity hit hi…as if the fog under his mind was suddenly lifted. At first, he struggled to understand what undid his dilemma, what saved his from these horrible mental anguish…until he noticed in his hand was the same strange medallion with the same bizarre name engraved on it from years ago…he wasn’t sure what it was but if it helped all the more reason to keep it on his person.
At this point Castor he hears the faint knock of someone at his door struggling to find the energy to get back up Castor and slowly made his way to answer, “all right hold your asses I’m getting there,” he said with a voice more tired than angry…if anything he probably lacked the energy to properly curse someone out even if he wanted to.
At this point it was starting to clearly affect him the eye bags under his eyes and his sluggish nature was apparent to anyone but most of the student body and many of the faculty ignored him figuring the delinquent was just out late up to no good as usual. And in fairness usually they would be right, Casto admitted he was a bit of a bastard to many of the people around him at the school itself. For one reason or another it caused him to gain a reputation of infamy…honestly it a surprise he hasn’t been kicked out yet. Besides not like he can tell people about himself easily wheatear it his past or the crazy state his mind seemed to be in. “they’ll just think im crazy.” He thought to himself to do his best to keep his mind focused on the reality of front of him, though with his constant images inscribing themselves onto his psyche it seemed more and more difficult to focus on anything around him.
Eventually Castor would slowly force himself back into his room hoping if he buried himself deep enough in his bed these horrible hallucinations would eventually end, luckily he was able to get one of the smaller room all to himself so he wouldn’t be sharing it with any other the other students…which given the state of the room with the dirty clothes knocked over table and the less that is said about the wooded chair lodged into the tv the better…it was quite clear Castor was not in the right mind in any way. But no matter how much he tried to block them out of his mind the two piercing silver eyes would resurface like hungry animals looking for prey. The more he fought it the worse and stronger they became, soon he was starting to believe he was actually there, returned to the night where so many people died in a flash. Slowly the young man’s mind was being consumed by these thought entirely until a moment of clarity hit hi…as if the fog under his mind was suddenly lifted. At first, he struggled to understand what undid his dilemma, what saved his from these horrible mental anguish…until he noticed in his hand was the same strange medallion with the same bizarre name engraved on it from years ago…he wasn’t sure what it was but if it helped all the more reason to keep it on his person.
At this point Castor he hears the faint knock of someone at his door struggling to find the energy to get back up Castor and slowly made his way to answer, “all right hold your asses I’m getting there,” he said with a voice more tired than angry…if anything he probably lacked the energy to properly curse someone out even if he wanted to.