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... ]

Comments

[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?

[witchwoman]

I have friends, yes, but- They think I left for London. I left them a letter and now they've got a doppleganger out there with my face. [Panic clutches at her chest again.] And I don't know if I hope they will know the difference or not. Knowing would only put them in danger.

[behindcloseddoors]

They'd have more luck getting into this place from the outside than the other way around. Although it wouldn't be without risks, you're right about that.

[witchwoman]

If anyone could do it, it would be them. [She's got so much faith in them.]

[usurping]

[ a familiar, sinister voice echoes from down the dark hall. ] Are we having a nice chat, girls? [ he moves closer to their cells, trailing his fingers menacingly along the bars of each cage as he does so. eebo whimpers and cowers into a corner at the sound of his voice, and even the bugbear shuts up. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri does quiet down, but doesn't cower back from the bars. She watches him warily, trying to keep the fear out of her eyes.]

[usurping]

Oh, don't stop on my account. By all means. Do share with me your elaborate plans for escape.

[witchwoman]

I don't understand why you're doing this. [She says quietly, not expecting an answer. But she's asked everyone else, so she might as well as him.] You know they'll never stop. Long after I'm dead they'll come for you.

[usurping]

That's what I'm hoping for, my dear. [ he leans forward, hands clasped behind his back ] In fact, I intend to extend an invitation.

[witchwoman]

[She pales a little at the implication.] What do you mean? What have you done?

[usurping]

Nothing yet, my dear. All things in time.

In the meantime, I'd like to see this... gift of yours in action.

[witchwoman]

[Slit your throat and I'll show you whatever you like...

Is what she should have said. But instead she just glances over to Eebo.]

Let me heal him. I'll show you.

[usurping]

[ he studies eebo cowering for a moment, before nodding sharply and gesturing with two fingers down the hall.

two armed soldiers come to grab the bat-boy roughly despite his squeaks and another opens myri's cell door, where they bring him inside, dimitris following. ]

Have at.

[witchwoman]

[She moment Eebo's in her cell, she rushes towards him with a soft, soothing voice.]

Shh... it's alright. You're going to be fine.

[She does her best to calm him before letting her eyes close and taking meditative breaths. In three counts, hold three counts, out three counts, hold three counts, and again. By the third time through, she's opening her mind into the void to find Eebo's cord of life, marred by the experimentation, but still very much there to mend. Her hand takes on a blue glow as she works to heal as much of him as possible (cure serious wounds, 23 hp).]

[usurping]

[ that heals up everything, but dimitris seems more interested in watching the impact on myri than anything.

afterward he nods to one of the men... who jabs a needle in her arm suddenly to take a sample. ]

[witchwoman]

[Dear nameless guards... Your bedside manners suck. Myri cries out, because wow she is already a little woozy from healing, though it isn't too terrible. She doesn't have a deep and meaningful connection to Eebo so she's not willing to pour her whole self into it. She's been learning to try to hold back a little, to give what she can without flinging herself recklessly into the void. She turns and gives Sarandis a glare (intimidate 17. sometimes she just gets them crazy eyes...)]