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... ]

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[witchwoman]

Me? [Her? Myri isn't really sure why she would be much of a problem at all. There were so many more important people on the team. But maybe that's why this had been so easy. She had fallen for it without any hesitation.]

[bonquas]

You. You just had to keep sticking your nose into Nadia's business, didn't you? You've planted seeds in that girl's mind that have made our job much more difficult than it ever needed to be. And the last thing we need is for her to track you down again.

No, it's much better for all of us for you to just... disappear. [ she gestures to the guard and turns to walk away. he drags myri out to what is apparently a private airfield, where a small plane is already warmed up and ready to go. ]

[witchwoman]

[Nadia. Myri's eyes flash as that clicks for her. Had she managed to give Nadia a fighting chance? Was there hope? There's no time to dwell on it before she's being dragged away. She saves her strength again, not trying to force any words out. Instead, she looks around (as much as she can without the ability to turn her head) to see if she recognizes anything nearby that might be helpful (spot 20 total).]

[bonquas]

[ the airfield is surrounded by a tall chain link fence that makes it difficult to spot much, although it seems like there are fields beyond it. she's shoved into the back of the plane unceremoniously as kitty straps into the front passenger seat. ]

[witchwoman]

[It's not comfortable, but there's nothing she can do to shift to alleviate that. Mustering up her strength she gets a word out.]

Where? [Where are they going? Where are they taking her? She doesn't expect Kitty to answer, but she's realizing that she very well could die here (though, it stands to reason that if that was their goal, they could have done it already...)]

[bonquas]

The one place we can keep you out of reach from them - and everyone else.

Andres Isle. [ annnnd the plane starts its takeoff ]

[witchwoman]

[She can't move, but the color can certainly drain from her already pale features. Andres Isle. Everything Sirs Bancroft and Chessing had told them of the place makes her believe once more that she may not make it out of this alive.]

[bonquas]

Oh good. You're familiar. [ she crosses one leg over the other casually ] I think you've also seen some of Dimitris' experiments up close and personal.

If you're lucky, you might just get the chance to get even more so.

[witchwoman]

What... [She forces the word out slowly] will you do... [The strain is almost too much, but fear will push her further.] With me?

[bonquas]

Ohhhh it's not what I'll do, honey. It's what he'll do. Slowly.

I'm sure he'll really enjoy studying you.

[witchwoman]

[WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK DOES THAT MEAN????]

[bonquas]

Your little team put quite a cramp in his off site work. But he's close to a breakthrough in just how to control you people.

It won't be long now.

[witchwoman]

[You people. Shadowkind? It had to be. This church of theirs hated all shadowkind, after all.]

I'm... not. [She had magic, yes, but she was human... as far as she knew.]

[bonquas]

Don't play dumb, girl. You're not from this world - our sources have made that quite clear. Do you think the powers you wield are natural?

You're a monster, just like all of them. But one that has its uses.

[witchwoman]

[All she can do is gulp. She has no idea what that means and she isn't sure she wants to...]

[bonquas]

[ most of the flight passes in silence, for hours as they cross the ocean, heading so close to england and yet so far. finally an expanse of green appears on the horizon: the tiny island nation of andres isle. ]

[witchwoman]

[What she can catch of the view out of the corner of her eye terrifies her. Myri has no idea what she's getting herself into. She wasn't there to see the experiments that some of the others found. Would it be like that? What they told her of it made her stomach turn. But what if this was worse? Her breathing grows shallow, more frequent. She's starting to panic.]

Please...

[bonquas]

Pleading isn't going to help you much, young lady. [ she pulls out her cell phone, swiping in a number and pulling it up to her ear ] ... It's me. ... We're in range of the island, yes. The package is secure, yes. ... I thought you might require my-- ... Yes, I understand that.

[ she makes a frustrated sort of face ] Very well. But don't think you're going to cut me out of this. This was my idea. Crombe needs to know that.

[witchwoman]

[Crombe? Has Myri ever heard of a Crombe? She's trying to think back for all the names and faces she's encountered through all of this. It's all she can do to keep her mind occupied so she can calm down slightly and keep herself from crying.]

[bonquas]

Right. [ she hangs up with a click, and blows a strand of hair out of her face in annoyance, before pointing out a small airstrip fenced off behind a sprawling, beautiful castle nestled amid the trees. ] There.

[witchwoman]

[Somehow, seeing a structure of destination makes Myri realizes just how dire the situation is. She struggles against the hold on her, trying desperately to gain some control of her body (likely in vain but she is trying!!)]

[usurping]

[ the plane lands, and the guard drags myri off as kitty gets out the front. waiting for them, flanked by multiple bodyguards, including asha, who stands a few steps behind him, is dimitris sarandis himself. he eyes myri disdainfully as she's brought off, although he looks smug. ] Well, well. You actually did it.

I'll admit I wasn't sure I'd believe it until I saw it with my own two eyes.

[witchwoman]

[Myri makes a strangled sort of noise of discomfort as she's manhandled off the plane. She does her best to hide the fear from her eyes when she is brought before Sarandis, and to sound confident in the few words she manages to work out (bluff 18).]

They'll.... find me.

[usurping]

[ he strides right over to her, reaching a hand up to grip her chin tightly and yank her face upwards towards him. ] Ah, well, that would be rather unfortunate for them, even if it were true. [ his eyes search hers, and it's impossible to miss the disgust there, the air of superiority. he releases her as he adds very matter-of-factly: ] Because if any of them set foot here, I'll have them killed.

[witchwoman]

[Her eyes close, refusing to look at him. She can't hold a mask of bravery up for long. She's absolutely terrified to be here, to be alone. The doppleganger had fooled her so easily, pretending to be Finnick. Who was to say that it wouldn't act exactly like her to keep the rest of them from knowing? But despite it all, she won't let him know just how much she fears him. She refuses to let him see her cry (will save nat 20).]