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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[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.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he looks up again, eyes sparking with some kind of understanding. ] Eebo.

[witchwoman]

Eebo. Yes, yes, Eebo... Can you come closer? I can heal you, I think.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ fear enters his countenance again and he looks towards the door of his cell, as if afraid of someone walking in at any moment. he shakes his head. ]

[witchwoman]

Let me worry about them. Please. I can't stand to see you hurting like this.

[She just met the... whatever it is, but she cares to the point of her detriment.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he makes a strange whining noise again, terrified.

across the hall, a deep voice that seems perhaps to belong to a woman, but certainly not a human one, rumbles: ] He's afraid they'll kill him, if they find him in better shape than they left him.

[witchwoman]

[She freezes at the sound of a voice.]

...How long have you all been here?

[behindcloseddoors]

I suppose that depends on who you ask.

Me? Four, maybe five years now?

After awhile, you lose count.

[witchwoman]

And... him? [Is the creature a him? She isn't sure, but she's still got her concern focused on the injuries.]

[behindcloseddoors]

Not sure. Eebo was here when I arrived. He might have been part of the first batch Sarandis hauled in here, when he created the Shadow villages.

[witchwoman]

Shadow villages?

[behindcloseddoors]

Not what they're actually called, but the people who live there understand what they are.

When Sarandis took power, it wasn't very long until he put forth his series of 'economic initiatives' that had the effect of making the rich richer and the poor - particularly Shadowkind poor - able to afford nothing more than crowded flats across the bridge from the wealthier districts.

[witchwoman]

He's herding them, making it easier to keep an eye on them, to use them for... whatever it is he does down here.

[behindcloseddoors]

Experiments, mostly. He's done his fair share to Eebo there. Injections of animal DNA, I think.