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]

[For as long as Myri has lived in this world and slept in the most that modern convenience had to offer, she's still that girl that grew up living off the land. The pristine, sterile room makes her skin crawl, as does the tone with which the word submission is uttered. She does her best not to shudder (will 27, bitch. she's so good at swallowing her fear... for now).]

My submission. [She repeats it quietly, sinking in.]

[scratchfever]

Yes. Killing you is a display of power, but controlling someone is where real power lies.

[witchwoman]

Control me to do what? I don't understand what you hope to gain by this. Why not just replace me with the doppleganger?

[scratchfever]

Whatever he needs you for. Living creatures are useful. And we can learn much, studying what you can do.

[witchwoman]

[She swallows hard and decides to keep quiet in response to that. Perhaps he doesn't know about the limitations of her gift. Perhaps he'd push her too far and she'd fall prey to being harmed by her gift. Perhaps she'd die from whatever he had planned. Did they know about that? She isn't exactly going to offer up that information.]

[scratchfever]

[ she takes her to a cell, past the depressing, disturbing moans in others, and occasional glimpses of Shadowkind slumped in corners here and there. the doors are opened for her and asha gestured for her to go in. ] Your new home.

[witchwoman]

[Trapped. They're all trapped and now? So is she. She hesitates only for a moment before stepping into the cell. She turns once she's crossed the threshold, facing her escort.]

And now?

[scratchfever]

And now, you can settle in to your new home. It's probably the only place you'll ever see again. [ she clanks the door shut behind Myri, looking through the bars at her, long claws sliding down one of them. ] For your friends' sake, I hope they don't come looking for you.

[witchwoman]

[Panic seizes at her chest, fearful that the group would do exactly that if they ever found out. Better that they stay far away, out of danger. She couldn't bear the thought of any of them dying while trying to save her. She backs up slowly until she hits the far wall of her cell.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ there's a sudden sharp screeching noise that issues from the cell beside her, which is dark and smells strange as all fuck. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri glances quickly in the direction of the sound, nose crinkling slightly as she tries to determine what that smell is. She edges towards the source.]

H-hello?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ abruptly a pale inhuman face shoves itself against the bars, that sports enlarged black eyes, sharp pointy teeth, and bat ears. it hisses at her, gnashing its teeth multiple times. spot check~ ]

[witchwoman]

[Jumping back, Myri's eyes go wide- which helps her see practically fucking everything, apparently (spot 29).]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the thing is covered in scars, bloodied and injured, and tied by a chain to a foot of the bed in its cell. it looks like it's hurt itself trying to rip its legs free. ]

[witchwoman]

[Well... it's a wounded creature and Myri can't very well just ignore that.]

It's alright. [She says as calmly as possible.] I'm not going to hurt you. I can help. [Diplomacy 16]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it stops screeching, hesitating in place and sort of crouching down like gollum as it looks up at her warily. ]

[witchwoman]

Can you understand me? I'm a healer- and you're hurt. [She edges closer to the bars, wary of the way the creature had lashed out at her before.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ its eyes bulge at her slightly as its head twitches a few times to the side. it's hard to say if it understands her or not, but its eyes are suspicious and afraid. ]

[witchwoman]

[Slowly, she extends a hand.]

I can help you... Please.

[She's smart about it, keeping her distance but reaching out, seeing if the creature will meet her halfway.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it whines and buries its face in its heads, and sounds like it's... crying. ]

[witchwoman]

Oh-! No, no... No, please don't cry... [She steps closer to the bars, less concerned with her safety and focusing fully on the poor creature.]

Can you tell me your name?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he seems to actually recognize the word, and looks up at her between keening cries. ] Eeeeeeeeee.... bo.

[witchwoman]

[It's hard to tell what part is crying and what is something akin to a name.]

Bo? Is that... is that your name?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he violently shakes his head, gnashing his teeth in frustration ]

[witchwoman]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry... Eebo? Say it again. Please, I'm trying.