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CLOSED ♔ this mirror holds my eyes too bright

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... ]

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I don't need to explain myself to you.

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

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

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?

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

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

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

You... you can't-

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.]

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.

[ 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.

[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.]

[ when they're finally gone, the bugbear speaks up quietly, a defeated edge to her voice. ]

You see now?

[She's quiet at first, head hung as she tries to keep it together. She can't let them break her, can't fall apart just yet.]

There must be something we can do. I can't-- He wants to turn my gift into a weapon.

What is it? Your... gift, exactly?

I'm a healer. A witchwoman, they called it where I was from.

The Shadow World?

I suppose a shadow world, maybe? It's not the same one most people think of. I come from the kingdom of Coronnan in the land of Kardia Hodos.

I've only ever heard of the one, myself. You remember much of your world?

Yes, actually. More than most that I've talked with. It's hard to say what I might be missing, as it seems my memory is intact, but-

[It's sort of impossible to know for sure. She doesn't know what she there might be to miss.]

Better than most fare, at least. [ she's quiet, and it's clearly personal for her, but she moves on ] Maybe... maybe you'll be lucky and he'll get what he wants from you and move on.

I'm afraid to hope for it. [She says quietly.] But if he does, I won't stop until I've found a way to help you all.

[ she falls quiet again for a bit, and then she finally says: ] My name is Ludovica.

Myrilandel. [A pause before she adds.] Myri.

It's nice to meet you, Myri. [ it's said with the bittersweet pangs of someone who knows that there's nothing nice about the situation at all... but with the real gratitude of encountering another person to commiserate about it with. ]

You as well- considering the circumstances. [She tries to smile, tries to put a brightness into her words, but it isn't very successful.]

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