Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24449631-20140219193959

Rowan smiled. He thought back of the evening he had with Gwendolynn. But it was clear the Boethiah’s grip on the Nord was failing. No matter what she tried.

Rowan’s smile quickly vanished as he thought back to whatever happened before. He remembered something. He felt the same way when he saw the High elf that was with that old ‘coot’

Something didn’t feel right, and if there was one thing that Boethiah nor any other deadric prince or conjurer could control: unconscious thought and personality. And since last night, Rowan’s has been trying to surface ever since.

As he walked the blue road he started a conflict with himself.

Why did I know those names?

''It’s nothing. Probably nothing. Ever heard of Déjà vu?''

Yeah but… Not like that.

Hush now… it’s not that important, you should let it go…

You keep saying that.

I keep saying it because it’s the truth, it’s not important.

But… it is… Otherwise I would already have forgotten it.

How so genius?

I can’t even remember the name of the last virgin I gutted… oh gods… What have I done?!

I gutted a virgin?!

''What? No… of course not. Why would you say that of yourself, you’re a good person.''

A good person?

<p class="MsoNormal">A good person…

<p class="MsoNormal">Yes… I am a good person.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Fine. See… Everything is fine…''

<p class="MsoNormal">Except… I still don’t know why I Remembered those names somehow.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Oh for Boethiah’s Wrath! It’s not Important.''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Hey het hey… don’t get angry now. Wait a second… Who Am I talking to?''

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">Hello?

<p class="MsoNormal">''I could have sworn. There was someone…''

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked around the Blue Road. No other living soul was visible. Only the giant Imperial Island over there. With its chimneys and factories.

<p class="MsoNormal">''What will I do now? Kill?''

<p class="MsoNormal">Kill…

<p class="MsoNormal">You’re Back!

<p class="MsoNormal">No I’m not…

<p class="MsoNormal">''Yes you are. Who are you?''

<p class="MsoNormal">I am you.

<p class="MsoNormal">You are me?

<p class="MsoNormal">Yes me.

<p class="MsoNormal">''I don’t follow. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Me neither.

<p class="MsoNormal">Huh?

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan suddenly wasn’t on the blue road anymore. In fact, it was dark… there were no trees, no roads, no town, cars, people… nothing… except a hooded man. A huge hooded man standing in front of him. With a long beard and dark foreboding eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan suddenly felt a cold shiver go down his spine. Yet he could not move his arms or legs. He wasn’t there, and yet he was.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s me…

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s you.

<p class="MsoNormal">Who said that?

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked around again.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s you…

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s you…

<p class="MsoNormal">''Stop it. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s me.

<p class="MsoNormal">''The voice was familiar, and yet it wasn’t. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Stop talking.

<p class="MsoNormal">But I am you, so you need to stop talking for me to stop talking, otherwise I won’t stop talking.

<p class="MsoNormal">Be quiet.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan grew impatient.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kill something.

<p class="MsoNormal">''No shut up. I’m thinking here…''

<p class="MsoNormal">Yes you are.

<p class="MsoNormal">Pick up the knife.

<p class="MsoNormal">What knife.

<p class="MsoNormal">''The one you are holding. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked at the knife in his hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">But how can I pick it up when I’m already holding it.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Improvise. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">What?!

<p class="MsoNormal">Stab her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Who?

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked around, he saw no one.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly a weird sensation went through his body. It felt so good. His eyes rolled from the joy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wow… what was that.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan opened his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">The woman lay there… blood gushing out of her throat. As she tried to still cling unto life. Her brown hairs floating in her own blood as it ran past her head over the grass.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was then that Rowan noticed they were both naked.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked around where he was. In the woods? Somewhere?

<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh gods…

<p class="MsoNormal">Who… What?"

<p class="MsoNormal">That was fun right?

<p class="MsoNormal">Huh?

<p class="MsoNormal">What was fun.

<p class="MsoNormal">That sensation?

<p class="MsoNormal">''Yes. It was…''

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m sorry… Who are you?

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m you…

<p class="MsoNormal">I don't follow.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan whistled down the little path and went back to the main road. leaving the body there to rot, for someone to eventually find it.

<p class="MsoNormal">He smirked to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">"I'm in charge" he said in a slightly dark tone.

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