CLOSED ♔ this mirror holds my eyes too bright

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ lovers eyes - mumford and son

WHO || Myri, "Finnick" [Closed]
WHAT || En route to the castle, Myri is stopped by a familiar face...
WHERE || The Chicago-O'Hare Airport
WHEN || Immediately after this
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.


[ The Chicago O'Hare Airport is bustling as usual when Myri arrives. They haven't often had to use completely public transportation but since she's going on her own, it'd be silly to fly privately. However, that means Amaranth is going to have to fly cooped up... ]

Comments

[witchwoman]

[She pales a little at the implication.] What do you mean? What have you done?

[usurping]

Nothing yet, my dear. All things in time.

In the meantime, I'd like to see this... gift of yours in action.

[witchwoman]

[Slit your throat and I'll show you whatever you like...

Is what she should have said. But instead she just glances over to Eebo.]

Let me heal him. I'll show you.

[usurping]

[ he studies eebo cowering for a moment, before nodding sharply and gesturing with two fingers down the hall.

two armed soldiers come to grab the bat-boy roughly despite his squeaks and another opens myri's cell door, where they bring him inside, dimitris following. ]

Have at.

[witchwoman]

[She moment Eebo's in her cell, she rushes towards him with a soft, soothing voice.]

Shh... it's alright. You're going to be fine.

[She does her best to calm him before letting her eyes close and taking meditative breaths. In three counts, hold three counts, out three counts, hold three counts, and again. By the third time through, she's opening her mind into the void to find Eebo's cord of life, marred by the experimentation, but still very much there to mend. Her hand takes on a blue glow as she works to heal as much of him as possible (cure serious wounds, 23 hp).]

[usurping]

[ that heals up everything, but dimitris seems more interested in watching the impact on myri than anything.

afterward he nods to one of the men... who jabs a needle in her arm suddenly to take a sample. ]

[witchwoman]

[Dear nameless guards... Your bedside manners suck. Myri cries out, because wow she is already a little woozy from healing, though it isn't too terrible. She doesn't have a deep and meaningful connection to Eebo so she's not willing to pour her whole self into it. She's been learning to try to hold back a little, to give what she can without flinging herself recklessly into the void. She turns and gives Sarandis a glare (intimidate 17. sometimes she just gets them crazy eyes...)]

[usurping]

[ he don't even look bothered by your crazy eyes (will save 20+). ] No need to mewl so loudly about it. That's a scratch next to what you're in for.

[witchwoman]

[She's only scary to Burt, sob.]

Just get on with it, then. [She says quietly, very much afraid but still finding her voice.] You've seen a cleric before, haven't you? What makes me so special?

[usurping]

That's what I'd like to know. [ he tilts his head as the soldier finishes, regarding her with an almost analytical coldness ] You abandoned your mission before your teammates. Why was that?

[witchwoman]

I wasn't strong enough. [They must have known about finnick to have lured her like they did... Myri just feels like this is salt in the wound.]

[usurping]

Strong enough for what? [ and he steps closer and damn gurl that's a nat 20 intimidate check. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri gets a respectable 22 will save but it ain't no nat 20 so she pulls back in fear.]

I couldn't stay near him while he destroyed himself. It hurt so much.

[usurping]

You're saying it was merely your personal drama that led you away?

[witchwoman]

I don't need to explain myself to you.

[usurping]

What you need to do is whatever I tell you you need to do.

[witchwoman]

What does it matter? I left and now you have me. Why do you care what my reasons were?

[usurping]

Because we have reason to believe your ability is different than simply channeling the power of pagan gods. You feel what others feel - physical agony included, don't you?

[witchwoman]

The gods I worship aren't known here. [not that it matters, really.] Yes. I can feel it. I feel all of it.

[usurping]

Surely you can see how it might be of interest to us. The ability to share pain responses from one Shadowkind to another...

[witchwoman]

[The look on her face? That's pure horror.]

You... you can't-

[usurping]

You'd be amazed what science can do, Myrilandel.

Take the sample. [ he gestures to the others to grab eebo and bring him out of there.]

[witchwoman]

No! [She's too protective for her own good, and with none of her friends here to save, she's going to try to keep poor Eebo. She moves to hold onto him, not really sure what she hopes to accomplish against the guards.]

Please- don't hurt him.

[usurping]

[ one of them cracks a hand against her face as she moves closer to him (atk 22, dmg 3) as eebo whimpers, shaking his head at her, as if to say no, no, don't try to help. ]

Very noble of you, but I'm afraid he's needed.

[witchwoman]

[Reeling back, Myri brings a hand to her face where she's been struck. Her eyes meet Eebo's and she understands, but hates sitting back and watching them hurt him.

She remains on floor in stunned silence, feeling more then a little helpless.]