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⬣//A Mirage, Exposed - 11/12
Who: █████████
What: Deception, revelation.
When: 11/12
Where: Root Town Of Unknown Origin
Warnings: Death, violence, others to be added as needed.
Overnight, the Root Town without a name explodes into a cacophony of noise. There’s a rhythmic one-two-three of hammers, but looking for the source proves to be fruitless, as if something - someone? - is hiding the construction site from view. The noise lasts for hours, and so the sense of foreboding only seems to grow stronger and stronger. It’s the third week, so by now it might be natural to wonder.
Is this going to be where we meet yet another advancement of the Wave?
Eventually, the noise stops. The islands go quiet beyond the whistling wind that never stops. Minutes pass, hours pass, and then there’s a scream.
Finding the source of the scream isn’t all that difficult - at the end of a rickety bridge there’s a pale, crumpled shape on the ground. Gray hair, ivory robes, ghostly skin that’s even paler than usual - the only color is the bright red blood that covers his face and stains his robes.
Owen is dead.
A bloody trail can be followed across the bridge, to a large amphitheater that wasn’t there the day before. Rows of seating lead down to a raised stage covered by curved arches holding up a roof large enough to keep the stage dry and hide lights and the mechanisms for the curtain. A deep blue curtain hangs, closed and hiding the stage from view. An orchestra pit sits in front of the stage, seats empty.
Someone stands in front of the curtains, a scythe in hand. Their blue cloak and hair almost blend into the curtain, but the dull, yellow eyes are unmistakable.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How long has it been since you’ve seen Anaido…?
What: Deception, revelation.
When: 11/12
Where: Root Town Of Unknown Origin
Warnings: Death, violence, others to be added as needed.
Overnight, the Root Town without a name explodes into a cacophony of noise. There’s a rhythmic one-two-three of hammers, but looking for the source proves to be fruitless, as if something - someone? - is hiding the construction site from view. The noise lasts for hours, and so the sense of foreboding only seems to grow stronger and stronger. It’s the third week, so by now it might be natural to wonder.
Is this going to be where we meet yet another advancement of the Wave?
Eventually, the noise stops. The islands go quiet beyond the whistling wind that never stops. Minutes pass, hours pass, and then there’s a scream.
Finding the source of the scream isn’t all that difficult - at the end of a rickety bridge there’s a pale, crumpled shape on the ground. Gray hair, ivory robes, ghostly skin that’s even paler than usual - the only color is the bright red blood that covers his face and stains his robes.
Owen is dead.
A bloody trail can be followed across the bridge, to a large amphitheater that wasn’t there the day before. Rows of seating lead down to a raised stage covered by curved arches holding up a roof large enough to keep the stage dry and hide lights and the mechanisms for the curtain. A deep blue curtain hangs, closed and hiding the stage from view. An orchestra pit sits in front of the stage, seats empty.
Someone stands in front of the curtains, a scythe in hand. Their blue cloak and hair almost blend into the curtain, but the dull, yellow eyes are unmistakable.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How long has it been since you’ve seen Anaido…?
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His cheeks go pink, and he’s quick to look down and away. Is now really the time to be embarrassed? Yeah. Yeah, it is.]
…Hello.
[Maybe Michel or Noe will save him… If he hopes hard enough, surely they will.]
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We're taking you to the infirmary. I'm gonna pick you up, okay?
[ You know, going about this in a semi-professional manner so it doesn't come across as. you know. ]
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...Alright.
[Though Noe does get a hug in, he'll probably understand the necessity of getting Owen to an infirmary.]
I...
[Does he explain himself? Can he justify himself at all?]
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He's going to rub it in a little bit by giving him a lil kissy on the cheek, like a throwback to (checks watch) 11 days prior. ]
You're fine. I know it wasn't your fault, and I don't blame you.
[ If Owen wants to talk, though, he's welcome to. Hector won't stop him. ]
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…You should be.
[He should be pissed off at Owen - that’s what Owen is expecting, so all of this is just…
He doesn’t know what to do with it. It would be easier if he was angry, but… Hector - Mehmet - has always, always been too kind to him.]
I could have killed you. I would have.
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[ Why worry over what-ifs?
Hector doesn't know what's going on in Owen's head, so he sticks with the here and now. ]
You weren't yourself. You were being manipulated.
[ Another reason to kill Cubia? Check!
He sets off walking. ] I want to know how that happened, but we can talk once you've been looked at.
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[But Anaido is dead, and it's all Owen's fault. Even if he wasn't in control, it's still...
...
There's nothing that can be down, so Owen just falls silent.]
Can you even get visitors in the infirmary?
[He hasn't been to it, so he wouldn't know.]
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not that you can expect better from the french... smh]
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I have potions. But a healer would be best.
[ Welcome back! ]
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[There's no real heat to it, he's just... grouchy and sulky with all the attention.]
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[ Will a little banter make him feel more like himself? Michel can do that, at least. ]
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[ sorry Owen Noé is going to give you a hug...but not too tight, you are injured ]
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You're acting like I died. It's embarrassing.
[For them!!! Not for him. He's a tough bad bitch who doesn't get embarrassed.]
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He's definitely worried about Oriade though...]
I hope you're okay.
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[...Ah. Awkward. He saw his reaction to Oriade disappearing...]
I'm pretty sure that brat is, too.
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Do you know where he would have been taken?
[Some of the anxieties in him bleed away immediately and he looks more at ease, even if he's still worried]
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[He’s not completely certain, as he hasn’t been there himself, but… It seems correct.]
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...thank goodness. Then...lets get you there too.
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[Because Owen isn't equipped to handle this.]
Hector's got things handled, so go... see that other kid.
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Ganymede comes down. He will leave Owen to be embarrassed going forward, but looking at the theater and what is left, he asks, just to confirm: ]
Anaido...he's dead, isn't he?
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Yes, he is. I killed him…
[Even if Innis was in control - it was all his fault. He’s the villain here, in the end. He can’t let go of the blame…]
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And yet, Owen so happens to be the person who was reached. But, he remembers the smile on Anaido's face. Was that a lie too? ]
Good of you to take responsibility. You'll carry that with you until the end.
...I'll let the others take care of you.
[ Ganymede turns away from Owen, going to seek out the body. ]
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First things first. ]
...You aren't hurt?
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At the question, Ganymede blinks and then touches his face, then his arms, almost as if he can't believe it himself, but in this battle... ]
No...surprisingly, not really. I didn't get hit all that hard too often, fortunately. I think?
[ The healers were so fast when he did he barely perceived having injuries when he was slapped around a little, haha. He does kneel down near the body, though. ]
What about you?
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a wrap!