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]

[ 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.

[witchwoman]

To what end? What is he hoping to accomplish? [Her eyes keep drifting back to Eebo, wishing she could help but afraid to offer it again. Her heart is basically breaking every second right now.]

[behindcloseddoors]

He doesn't exactly make it a priority to tell us. But they say he's looking for ways to make Shadowkind creatures that are living weapons. Like the woman with the claws.

To serve him. Maybe an army.

[witchwoman]

I have to get you out of here. [She says, knowing that it's surely the most obvious thing in the world. It's not a 'we' situation. They threatened her familiar, her friends and family if she tried to escape. That would likely apply to any sort of escape she staged for any of the other captive, but Myri can't just sit around and listen to these poor people be tortured.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ there's a grumbled, humorless bark of a laugh from the person across the way ] You think no one's ever tried to escape this place before?

Believe me. I'm one of them.

Those who get further than I did have to contend with the creatures guarding this place.

[witchwoman]

There has to be a way... Every person, building... every situation has a weak point. We just need to find it.

[behindcloseddoors]

You really believe that? Do you know what they do to people who they catch trying to leave? [ with that she moves forward out of the shadows of her cell... and the first thing myri would notice is that she's gigantic. the second would probably be that she's covered in light brown fur and has giant fangs. an arcane lore check of 12+ might identify her as a bugbear.

the third thing would be that one of her entire arms is missing, replaced with a sickle like hook. a large scar runs down her face. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri has no fucking clue what a bugbear is, I guess (she got a 5...). Instinct takes her back a step when the other prisoner comes into the light, bt she quickly recovers and moves back, closer to the bars.]

They'll do it anyway. [She whispers, obviously scared and only trying to make sense of what is happening around her.] They want me for something. I can't just... How can I just sit here?

[behindcloseddoors]

Do you have friends on the outside? Does anyone know you're here?