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]

[She knows immediately that it's her familiar, can sense him before she sees that carrier.]

Don't-!

[The one word is all she can manage. Inside the carrier, the flywacket stirs and looks out at her with his large violet eyes.]

Save your strength. Please. [His voice enters her mind and it's the closest thing to true comfort that she's had since she was pulled into the van at the airport. She takes a shaking breath and tries to calm herself.]

[usurping]

[ he nods to asha, who steps forward, lifting one long razor sharp claw and hovering it between the slats of the carrier, poised to spear. ]

I'm going to make this very, very clear for you, Myrilandel. I'd hate for there to be any misunderstandings between us.

Cooperate, and it will go well for you and your ... [ he wrinkles his nose ] familiar.

Disobey us or make any attempt to escape, and I'll let Asha do what she does so very, very well.

[witchwoman]

[Myri hasn't been this afraid in a very long time, not since before the Veil. This felt so similar to the way she had run from the Blood Mage. Moncriith had called her a demon and sneered just the same at her familiar. He had hated her for what she was, deemed it something that needed to be cleansed. And she had spent so much of her life running, only to be caught by a similar man.

She tries to nod, but can't, so she forces her lips to move, slowly.]

Okay.

[usurping]

Wonderful. [ his gloating smile seems to indicate a perverse enjoyment in exercising so much power over her, and he nods very slightly at asha. ] Take that thing out of my sight.

[witchwoman]

[Another choked cry tries to work it's way out. Being separated from him now is the last thing she wants. But she clamps down to stop herself from saying anything or crying out again.]

[usurping]

Take her to the compound. Make certain she's woken every few hours - we don't want her getting a full night's sleep. [ l o l because spells ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri doesn't get the connection. She just assumes it's part of the torture she's sure to endure here. But she won't protest, for fear of what they'll do to Amaranth.]

[scratchfever]

Come on, girl. [ asha unclips the bracelet, granting her freedom to walk again. ] You're with me.

[witchwoman]

[The release from the bracelet's hold is a bit like taking your first big gulp of air after being submerged under water. Her whole body feels such relief to be able to move and shift for comfort and ease. It takes her a moment to fall in line to follow the woman. She does so in silence, eyes trained on those claws.]

[scratchfever]

[ asha glances back over her shoulder at myri, as she leads her into the woods. ] It might not be all bad, you know.

[witchwoman]

[She debates not responding at first, keeping a defiant silence. But after a few quiet moments, she does reply.]

I don't know how you could ever think I'd believe that.

[scratchfever]

You seem mostly human. [ she holds up one spiky hand, rubbing her 'fingers' together ] Dimitris gave me these by way of his experiments.

[witchwoman]

That's because I am human. [She eyes the hand warily.] What will he do to me?

[scratchfever]

That depends.

His grafting experiments have hit something of a dead end. It hasn't done much to enhance our chip program after all.

[witchwoman]

I don't understand. [No but really. She gets some technology but you are going over her head. She understands the chips are implanted in creatures to control them, but that's about it.]

[scratchfever]

Shadowkind biology rejects the tech, for reasons we still can't fathom. We have to introduce something into their biological make-up - their cellular structure, to fool it into thinking they're human.

[witchwoman]

But why? Why do all this?

[scratchfever]

Because Shadowkind are the rightful property of humanity. You may think it inhumane, but consider the alternative: others in Dimitris' church prefer the option of genocide.

This, at least, allows for co-existence.

[witchwoman]

[She knows enough about the church to not find this information too jarring. But it's still so difficult to hear, given her history.]

So he seeks to control me. To own me.

[scratchfever]

Oh, sweetheart.

He already does.

[witchwoman]

[A shiver runs down her spine at that, the color draining slightly from her face.]

Why me?

[scratchfever]

[ she shrugs ] Something about Nadia. That's all I know. [ there's a strange sensation as they walk through some kind of invisible barrier... and find themselves standing in front of a large, dull looking concrete building, surrounded by barbed wire fencing. ]

[witchwoman]

[She hesitates when the structure comes into view. All that keeps her moving is the threat to her familiar.]

Nadia- [She focuses on her questions, hoping to piece together information that she needs.] And she's alright? She's alive?

[scratchfever]

For now. [ the answer is utterly impassive, and she moves to a gate, watched by a little guardshack. the doors swing open before her, and various armed men part for them to enter. ]

[witchwoman]

[Her eyes try to keep watch on all the armed men, but as they walk, it's hard to watch her own back. If they wanted to kill her, they would have done, rather than lead her down here... or so she hoped.]

Let her go. Please. I'll do anything you ask and more. But she doesn't deserve whatever fate you're sealing her into.

[It was still hard to pin down exactly why Nadia was so important to Myri. She saw good in the woman once, when she chose to hide them when she could have exposed their presence in her dressing room. Each time they met, Myri felt like she was meant to help the woman, and if there was a chance she could do so from here? She had to take it.]