Nina
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Post by Nina on May 9, 2021 4:59:35 GMT -5
Lies. Nina’s lips trembled as Theodosia dragged her into her pep talk. The fortuneteller’s eyes engulfed the whole world, less innately hypnotic and more because Nina couldn’t cope with human contact. Later on, she’d think the other incredibly brave for providing support while being herself afraid. Time froze. Encouragement was a scam, she thought now. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, and whom better to administer it than the local confidence woman? ‘Told in confidence,’ her mind added. Which didn’t make it a bad thing. It didn’t make it less real, or genuine. It was a weapon.
Whispering her gratitude, Nina took hold of that trust, just like she’d built the defenses in her mind. As her gaze fell, she imagined the cobweb of light filtering through the increasingly-thicker branches turn into gold wire on her skin, and weaving around her wrist. In the center, there was the relief of two dice. One weighed, that looked fair but wasn’t, and one which appeared skewed but was fair. ‘The Fortuneteller’s Gauntlet.’ It could turn lies into reality. After all…
‘This game’ – all nearly forty levels of it - ‘is all in the mind.’
A gust of wind sent a chill down her spine. When Theodosia mentioned the ticking, Nina pulled back. She raised her hand as if meaning to check it, but froze, looking about to throw up. No one else had ever noticed the that. The metallic heartbeat accompanying her own. Did Theodosia have some innate magical ability? Perhaps it was just the starvation eating away at Nina’s fat reserves, bringing her nerves closer to the surface. Her nerves, and what Gray had painstakingly crafted around them. Was her condition so poor that the Clocktower had to work more than usual to keep her alive? She gestured that they should get going, not lose track of the group. Her eyes were thoughtful and her shoulders were hunched as she went around sticking seashells onto trees. Around them, the forest only grew darker. How could she even start?
‘So, about evil artifacts-‘
“It’s a clock.” Nina eventually spoke, orbiting back to Theodosia. “Part of. Someone once found me unconscious and thought what a brilliant idea it’d be to cut me open and put a gear inside.” In lighthearted tones, she explained. It was more complicated than that, of course. It always was. “Look, it’s not contagious. It just makes it possible – not probable, but possible - that I might be scarier than whatever is at the end of this path.”
Foot, meet mouth.
The cloak suddenly felt cold. In the faint rustling of branches above them, she heard the flow of time returning. Everything felt too fast all of a sudden. She placed seashells into the deeply grooved bark of some trees, in rows of two and three. Being still early in the season, there were young saplings and suckers coming out from the base of bushes or stumps, some of which Nina coiled into circles. One might see her brushing her fingers over them, and offering thanks. She placed stones in odd positions. Yet in the corners of her eyes lingered difficult emotions.
The realization that she still stood isolated from others, and the lack of realization that it was partially a thing of her own making. The question of whether she could ever be truly free if she lacked the guts to kill the madman to whom she owed her life.
In between building her path markers, she kept her eyes open. Occasionally she’d throw a glance behind them. Just because she felt gratitude towards some people, including the forest, didn’t mean ignoring that said people might kill her.
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 10, 2021 1:19:57 GMT -5
The sounds of the forest changed as the group walked, the calling of birds and buzzing of insects falling silent as the winds blew through the trees. It seemed that every creature in these woods could sense the approaching storm in the air and was taking cover, leaving the party alone in the dark, claustrophobic woods. Judging by the wind and ever-closer rumble of thunder, it wouldn't be long before the angel-worshippers and their two concerned followers were marching in the rain. Tressor didn't seem to mind in the slightest, assuring his followers that a little rain would be of little consequence to the faithful.
At Nina's explanation of her "condition," Theodosia's eyes widened in shock. She drew back, face turning visibly pale in the torchlight as she raised a hand to her mouth. After a brief moment of staring at her friend in horror, she managed to get some of her composure back, but the tremor in her voice spoke to how jarring the revelation was.
"A...clock gear?" she asked, stepping closer to Nina once more. "Why? Who would do that? What sort of person goes around cutting open unconscious people and putting gears in them? By the major arcana, that sounds awful...I guess it's not the worst thing that they could have done, at least it's not a frog...but a gear! My goodness. I can't believe it. I wouldn't say it makes you especially scary, but it's certainly a scary thought. I sure hope I don't have to worry about anyone cutting me open and putting things inside me when I'm sleeping. Does that make you an automaton? I saw one once at a fair, a tin man that handed out fortunes on cards. My mother told me that there was a demon inside turning the gears and that they were awful machines that put honest, hardworking fortune-tellers out of work. I'm not sure how true that was, but I don't know much about automatons. I don't suppose you've got a demon inside you turning your gears, do you?"
The fortune-teller stopped in her rambling as the first drops of rain began to fall, fat droplets that soaked through her hood and dampened her hair. She grumbled, but her complaints were drowned out by Tressor, who'd begun to speak. His words trailed into each other, turning his impromptu marching sermon into what seemed like an endless monologue.
"I can hear the angel's voice," he said, raising his arms to the sky as he walked. "It's calling me to the holy cliff. My brothers, my sisters, my children. All shall witness, all shall behold. You will see a miracle on this night, my friends. The angel tells me this, and angels speak nothing but the truth. You'll all have your turn, but tonight is mine. Drink in the rain, my friends. Water from the heavens is the purest in all the lands and seas. This I know, this I was told. I can hear it all, all the knowledge of the angels. Oh, if only I'd begun listening earlier. Oh, if only I had opened my ears, my soul, my mind."
A flash of lightning lit up the forest, revealing the silhouette of an imposing sheer cliff up ahead. The angel-touched murmured, pointing and whispering among themselves. It seemed that they'd reached their destination.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on May 10, 2021 15:12:05 GMT -5
A demon-?
“Maybe.” Nina answered dryly.
She caught about half of what Theodosia was saying. Talking her ear off, did the woman want them to walk straight into an ambush?
Nina pulled her hood up, as a raindrop struck her in the eye.
A demon might have been easier to cope with. No one had big expectations for demons. Snippet of fire, pinch of brimstone, all normal. The gear taken from the torturer’s tower was far more disturbing to the traveler, because it spoke of kindness as well as of the darkest places that a human mind can inhabit.
She listened to Tressor declaim, and pulled up her scarf around her mouth and nose. She gestured for Theodosia to do the same. It might be of little use once the fabric got wet, but then, with a bit of luck, the rain might disperse any poisonous volatiles. She stepped closer to the voice, going around the group by taking advantage of the fewer trees around the meadow. More than anyone there, she looked like a shadow. Were there any unusual things she could see, she wondered, maybe plants that looked suspiciously much like something Gray would grow in his garden?
She reached out with a flicker of her magic. Was Tressor going to climb the cliff? Nina hoped not. Sneaking after a madman intent on testing his relationship with gravity didn’t sound particularly safe. With the rain, he looked more like a wet chicken than an angel, too. Gray would let him fall. A learning opportunity, he’d call it.
Certainly not a mistake he’d be repeating.
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 10, 2021 19:10:57 GMT -5
At Nina's silent command, Theodosia pulled the scarf over her mouth, the twisting embroidered patterns of golden thread shining in the flickering lanternlight. The rainwater soaking the makeshift mask made it difficult to breathe, but she decided against complaining. She didn't want to succumb to whatever drugs Nina was worried about, after all. The thought of a tiny demon inside Nina's chest cranking away at a gear made her shudder, and she tried unsuccessfully to put the image out of her mind. The looming trees around them suddenly seemed filled with haunting figures clutching scalpels and gears, and she found herself huddling closer to Nina for comfort.
Nina, meanwhile, wouldn't notice anything particularly out of the ordinary in terms of the forest's flora. The plants were unfamiliar, but didn't look especially poisonous. Unless Grey had a particular fondness for brambles and thorn-bushes, nothing here would likely have a place beneath the glass roof of her house. Mushrooms sprouted from the ground and grew upon fallen logs, providing shelter from the rain for at least one small mouse.
"Drink in the rain!" repeated Tressor, eyes wide as he surveyed his little group. "The angel shall soar tonight, I can feel it. Be strong, my friends, and trust in our faith! The cold is nothing compared to the warmth of the angel's light!"
He turned, pointing towards the cliff. As he did so, the increasingly damp robes clung to his emaciated frame, highlighting exactly how thin he'd become. The wet, heavy cloth revealed two large protrusions rising from his back, like bony nubs rising from his shoulderblades. Theodosia gasped at the sight, nudging Nina and pointing towards the man.
"That's new," she said, clutching Nina's arm. "He certainly didn't have those...things on his back when we were on the ship. Something weird is going on here, and I don't like it."
As she spoke, Tressor finally fell silent and began to walk slowly towards the cliff. The gathered worshippers whispered among themselves, but none stepped forward to stop him.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on May 11, 2021 16:35:48 GMT -5
Was it vampires?
Mutagenic mushrooms?
Parasites, like the botfly that Nina had once popped out of her shoulder?
(Very painful, 0/10, would not recommend. It had hairs pointing the wrong way to keep it in place.)
Facts kept flowing in. Some hypotheses were discarded, while others written anew. Nina felt sickness constricting her throat as she heard about the body modification. She nodded towards Theodosia, and gritted her teeth.
“I’m following. Think you can suggest to them I’m meant to be there, once they notice me?” She whispered.
In that moment, she would’ve wanted to be anywhere else but any closer to a rambling maniac potentially infested with insects. But someone had to do that job.
She would have wanted to say more. Warn the other woman not to get into more than she could handle. But time was precious, and so the traveler disappeared almost before hearing the answer.
Lightning struck.
The forest’s edge was inscribed on her eyelids in shadow and searing pain. She navigated more from memory than by sight, more so the further she got from the group. She felt the bark under her palms. The plan was to rush around the forest edge, and catch up with Tressor. The world was a mass of shadows, interspersed by brutal light. Under her soles she felt the direction of roots, and adjusted her steps as if they were currents on a sea. She navigated by ear, listening to the different sounds of water hitting the canopy, versus the open area. Getting too close to the open area meant having to deal with the raspberry bushes and the hawthorns. They would slow her down.
Lightning struck.
It wasn’t all pretty, of course. Having to hurry on damp ground meant slips and falls. Although Nina managed to keep her pain quiet, soon she was splattered in mud, and her knees were bruised all over.
Soon, she’d have to go out into the open if she wanted to get any closer.
So she did. Against all her better instincts. As Tressor reached the cliff, she straightened her back and strode towards him, bundling her cloak in her hands to avoid getting caught on the thorns. More like carefully sauntered, really.
At the very least, Tressor’s white robe made him stand out in the darkness.
In the distance, lightning struck.
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 12, 2021 13:32:45 GMT -5
Theodosia hesitated, then nodded. It seemed like a fool's errand to her, following a madman up an increasingly slippery cliff, but who was she to judge? Nina was the brave and competent one here, she was just around for moral support and because of some misguided sense of guilt and duty. Besides, maybe the mysterious clock in the woman's body would help somehow. How was she to know? She was a fortune-teller, not an engineer.
"Be safe," was all she had to say before Nina vanished into the darkness, disappearing into the trees. Sighing, Theodosia wandered towards the rest of the crowd, wondering how Nina could possibly be so sneaky. Were all artists always this stealthy? She got the feeling that there was more to Nina's story than she'd told, but now wasn't the time to dwell on such things. Instead, she watched with the others as Tressor made his way towards the cliff, standing beside a skinny man munching on some now-damp seaweed.
By the time Nina stepped forth from the trees, Tressor had already made it to the cliff and begun to climb. His thin, bony fingers found handholds on the slippery rocks, skeletal arms straining as he started to scale the cliff like an overgrown insect. The protrusions at his shoulders seemed larger now, growing by the minute beneath the sodden robe. He didn't notice the young woman striding from the trees, his wild eyes focused entirely upon the climb. He muttered as he climbed, but his voice was drowned out by the boom of thunder and the howling of the wind. Trees bent and bowed as he clung to the cliff, somehow managing to avoid being blown off. Meanwhile, Theodosia shouted from the crowd.
"Nina!" she called, barely audible over the sound of the roar of the tempest. "Don't climb after him! The storm's real bad, I think it's a hurricane!"
Indeed, the storm seemed to be getting more and more severe with every passing moment. The worshippers huddled together in fright, crouching down to the ground and watching as Tressor continued his slow, methodical ascent up the cliff face.
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Post by Nina on May 12, 2021 16:51:28 GMT -5
The cloak whipped in the wind.
Nina looked up, clenching her fists. The madman was actually scaling the cliff! Theodosia’s warning reached her alongside a peal of wind that twirled her around the bushes and pushed her to her knees. Thorns scratched her as she tried to right herself. Cold rain stung her exposed skin. She was right, the traveler thought. If she tried her luck on those rocks, then she might as well dig her own grave while at it.
She dug her fingers in her knees.
Why not leave him, then? He’d come back very quickly. Especially at the point of hitting the ground. A cult leader failing his miracle might get most of the others to wake up. Oh, sure, they’d blame her for interfering, corrupting his vibe, cursing his juju. But his eloquence would be gone. Nina’s eyes fixed on the back growths. Why couldn’t she move away, then?
“Tressor!”
Because it felt more wrong than that.
For a few moments, as Tressor’s white figure continued to scale the cliff, the black cloak seemed to do nothing. She was curled up, only barely upright enough under the wind’s continuous assault to hint that she hadn’t been knocked out by the fall. Then the fluttering shadow stood, bracing her thin figure against the wind in the manner a warrior might brace her shield in combat. Something whizzed past her. Left, then right. Left, left, right.
Earlier, she had picked up a rock with a hole in it. Some people called them hagstones. They said they were magical. Perhaps there had to be a kind of magic for Nina to manage to tie the cord she’d woven to it in near-complete darkness, under the debatable shelter of her cloak. She swung the stone tied to her cord around, and it swished like a chain.
One wrong movement, and the whole thing would get tangled beyond her capacity to retrieve it. Too many bushes around. She’d used to use similar motions for winding up her bolas, for hunting, but of course this was only half of that weapon, and with a longer cord. At first she fought with the wind, trying to gain control by pure rotational speed, but within moments she was dancing with it, spinning around on her heels while the rock flew around and above her. The circles that the rock traced through the air grew wider and wider. Then her cloak snapped into wings, and Nina knew the moment had come.
She felt a gust of wind push her into the cliff face, and as she stepped forward almost weightlessly, she let go of the rock. She felt the cord fly so fast between her thumb and forefinger that it stung like a nettle. Later, she’d realize it had peeled off her skin enough to draw blood. But in that moment, all the existed was that timeless step, the release, and getting thrown into the cliff almost too fast to defend.
It would require as much luck as skill, and some more on top, for the rock to do what Nina wanted it to do, which was wrap around Tressor’s ankle, with the other end of the cord in her hand. It would be a fragile thing, still. Due to their geometry, hagstones tended to break more easily than other rocks, and her cord was only a string of twisted fibers, not even multiple layers braided together. But it might just be enough. And the ground might just be soft enough that it wouldn’t kill him if he fell down, though she’d rather not do that herself.
“Come back! This is for your own good-“ Nina shouted at Tressor.
And then, because she despised lying, she added:
“Probably.”
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 13, 2021 14:43:46 GMT -5
Theodosia had always hated storms. When she was young, she'd cowered beneath her bed when the skies raged, praying desperately that her home wouldn't blow away. It never had, but that visceral terror of the howling winds and pounding rain had never left her. Some fortune-tellers claimed that they could read the storm, divining the future in its clouds. Theodosia knew better. There was no knowledge to be found in a thunderstorm, nothing but chaos and pain. She hated every minute of it, wanting nothing more than to be home. Perhaps it would have been smarter to have not come at all...but the time for that was long gone. All she could do now was watch and wait, trying in vain to reassure the crowd that Nina was not, in fact, trying to pull their leader off a cliff.
The wind caught Nina's words and whipped them away before they ever reached Tressor's ears, carrying her pleas off into the howling vortex. The man continued to climb, somehow finding handholds on the slick rock despite the pouring rain and darkness. Where words failed, however, Nina's actions succeeded. Her makeshift grappling line whipped around in circles around her, spinning and whirling like a miniature hurricane itself. When she let it fly, the stone sailed through the air, flying perfectly with the wind as it rose towards the self-proclaimed holy man. The nettle cord wrapped around Tressor's thin ankle, catching tight and causing him to slip on the cliff. Catching himself, he finally looked down and noticed Nina. Lightning flashed, illuminating his face and revealing the madman's wild, bloodshot eyes. He stared down at her, but what he saw was anyone's guess.
"You!" he screamed, shaking his ankle in a desperate attempt to loosen the rope. "Release me, monster! You would hold back the holy work of the angel? Hold us down here, away from its glorious light? You're a demon! A hellbeast! Begone, back to the pits of damnation with you! I command you, release me!"
He kicked and thrashed, but was unable to shake the cord loose. Thankfully, it seemed that he still had enough self-preservation instinct left in his head to keep holding onto the cliff instead of reaching down for the rope. Meanwhile, the protrusions continued to expand beneath his robe. The next flash of lightning illuminated Tressor once more, making the shapes beneath the wet cloth more distinct. It was difficult to tell for sure, but it definitely looked as though the man was sprouting a pair of wings, folded up beneath the robe.
Meanwhile, in the clearing, the crowd gasped. They stared and pointed at Tressor, chattering excitedly among themselves. For the moment, their fear of the storm was forgotten, lost in the wonder of seeing their leader in the process of becoming one of the angels he spoke so reverently about. Tressor was ascending...and some woman was holding him back. Theodosia's protests were ignored as the mob took off at a run, charging through the forest towards Nina and shouting at her to let the man go. The fortune-teller ran after them, pleas weak in the face of the crowd.
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Nina
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Post by Nina on May 14, 2021 15:17:20 GMT -5
The pits of damnation sounded pretty cozy about right now. First off, they were far away from-
“Tressor, you moron!” Nina screamed. “You’re not going to be an angel if you climb the highest point for miles, in a storm, you’re gonna be toasted sourdough!”
Her throat stung from the screaming. Her arms and chest ached from being propelled into the stone wall. It got exhausting to think, with the storm raging around them. Them?, she hazily thought. Oh, right, despite her hopes to keep the crowd away from the danger, they were rushing in. At least they’d been kind enough to make as much noise as a herd of aurochs. If Nina would have slapped her forehead right then, she might’ve left a mark. Instead, she turned around, keeping the cliff at her back.
“Stop! Or I’m dragging him down.” She shouted. She pulled on the cord, a movement so sudden that it hid how much of the cord she actually let slip harmlessly between her fingers. “I’ll do it. Don’t come any closer. You, step back. Further.” She gestured with a tilt of the head.
“Listen to me.” The woman sounded tearful. “Tressor needs to see a medic. Can’t you see? What he’s got, it behaves like an infection.” Every time she opened her mouth, Nina knew, she was stepping closer to danger. This close to the epicenter, a flimsy piece of fabric might not protect her.
“And I can prove it.” She continued. Yet she had to keep speaking, loudly, in order to be heard through the mask and the storm. “I think. If my suspicions are correct…The answer should be right at, or below our feet. Look carefully!”
The exhaustion of running around with her breathing restricted finally caught up with her, and she rested against the cliff. The mushrooms. It had to be the mushrooms, right? Unusually luxurious, almost as if-
If she was right, then the ground immediately below the cliff was an animal graveyard. Because if this was an infection, then this, this compulsion to climb, might have happened before.
If it wasn’t…well, at the very least she might distract the angry cultists for a few moments.
She looked up, wondering if she’d see anything of the wing-like structures in the flickering torch light as they pulled the robe away from Tressor’s body.
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 16, 2021 12:20:51 GMT -5
Tressor barely seemed to hear Nina's screaming, lost as he was in his own little world of delusions and dreams. His thrashing became more frantic as he desperately tried to shake off the tether, but Nina's rope-making and rock-throwing skills proved solid. The cord remained solidly wrapped around his ankle, preventing him from getting any further up the cliff. He didn't pay much heed to her feigned jerk on the rope, but the angry mob did. They froze in their spots, staring in horror at Nina's threat.
"T-that's murder!" cried the rat-eating man, pointing a shaking finger at Nina. "If you pull him down, he could die! What kind of monster are you, woman?"
At her urging, though, a few more curious members of the group glanced down at the ground. They kicked at the mushrooms, brows furrowing in the sputtering torchlight as they realized how oddly densely populated the fungal growths were. Kneeling down, a few of them prodded cautiously at the rocks littering the ground, suddenly realizing exactly how smooth and white they all were. Gasps and cries of shock spread out across the mob as they suddenly realized the true nature of the field they were standing in: every inch of the mushroom-infested clearing was covered in bones of all shapes and sizes. However, they didn't have long to dwell on this revelation before Tressor started screaming. The holy madman's cries of agony rang out over them all, echoing off the cliff face as he hunched down against the stone, eyes squeezed shut as the growths on his back expanded. The wings tore through his robes, unfurling and expanding like an insect shedding its skin. The crowd fell silent, staring in horror at their leader as the massive wings stretched out. There were no feathers here, no angelic beauty. These were sickly grey fungal growths, their mottled, lumpy appearance highly reminiscent of the mushrooms covering the ground. Letting out a choked cry, Tressor let go of the cliff and fell back, only for the wings to catch the wind and propel him upward. Nina suddenly found herself holding onto a large, screaming kite in the middle of a hurricane, the wind threatening to drag her off her feet. Lightning flashed overhead, backlighting Tressor's unmistakably angelic silhouette against the sky.
"Let him go!" screamed the harried mother, her children clinging fearfully to her skirts. "Let him ascend! You're tormenting him, holding him down to the ground! Release the angel, blasphemer!"
Theodosia, meanwhile, clutched her hands over her ears against the screaming and huddled down at the base of a tree. There were far too many things happening right now, and all she wanted was to be safe, away from the storm. Whispering frantic pleas to anyone who deigned to listen, she prayed desperately for an end to the tempest. It wasn't as though there was anything else she could do, after all.
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Post by Nina on May 17, 2021 13:50:18 GMT -5
What kind of monster, indeed? “One who will do what it takes to keep you alive.”
One with a human face. One who had never wanted to be the villain in this tale, and was shaking just from being under people’s gaze.
As the exertion got to her and black spots flashed across her vision, Nina thought of her mentor. She’d always been disturbed at how easily he would end a human life when it got in the way of his lord’s reign. He never fought her accusations. Instead, he calmly watched. He posed her hypothetical questions, situations in which she’d have to weigh lives or morals against other lives. She’d hated the feeling of his cold fingers reaching inside her head, back then. Now-
She wondered whether she had hesitated too long in ending one life to save many.
Shouts erupted from the crowd. She’d been right, although she’d wished not to be. They were standing on a graveyard. Surely now they would realize- Nina’s face fell, when the woman with the children spoke.
“I don’t care that you’re willing to rot from the inside, like him!” In that moment, Nina felt the cold realization of what she had to do. “You can’t do that to kids! Bad mother!” The most hurtful words she could imagine. There was no time for else.
She turned her back to the crowd. Felt the cold calm spread.
“Everyone, if you want to live. Cover your mouths, noses, RUN. NOW! The spores-“
It might already be too late. A soar, then a pop. Was it the spreading of wings which released the disease, or the subsequent burst? Everything happened so quickly, that Nina almost couldn’t think, just feel. The fungus wanted to go high. High, to spread further. With these winds, it might go all the way back to the town.
She took a step back, and took a deep breath. She wrapped the cord around her wrist, and then jumped onto the cliff face. Her fingers found purchase in a moss-covered crack. She scuttled upwards, a black figure against the grey stone, so fast that her tense, panicked grabs and the fact that she could have never done it with her own power became lost in a certain elegance. When she could, she wound the cord around her wrist some more. When the wind carried the angel upwards, she used the momentum to follow. As if he were a kite. That is, until the wind pulled Tressor away from the cliff. Then, Nina stood up and ran on the wet stones for a dazzling instant.
She hoped they were moving away from people. But the storm controlled them now. The moment the winds quieted, she’d fall.
‘Now.’
The cord would either hold, or it wouldn’t. Tressor’s wings would either hold another, or they wouldn’t. They shouldn’t, there would be no reason why the fungus would make itself twice stronger than needed, but the wind made it a throw of the dice. She could not ground the damned angel with her force alone. But what she could do was gain a bit of height, kick herself off the cliff, and then use her weight to bring them both down.
Knowing it could be the last thing she did, Nina cannon-balled down.
The cord tightened around her wrist as she did so. The wind spun her around, like a toy. The cord pulled even tighter, and Nina screamed.
She struck a hedge backwards, and felt air leave her lungs. Overwhelmed by the pain, she’d forgotten to roll. Still, her curled-up shape combined with the hedge coiling like a spring had dissipated much of the impact. Later on, she’d thank her lucky stars for landing on a bush that wasn’t too spiky. Later still, she’d realize that it actually had thorns the length of her small finger, but the adrenaline had been pulsing too fast in her veins for her to notice. All she could think of, back then, was the angel.
Those wings had to be sharp, or seeping with strange chemicals, to shred skin and cloth that easily. But they looked fragile. If she could drag them into a bush, those thorns might ensure the contagion wouldn’t get back up.
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Theodosia Planchette
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Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
Registered: Mar 28, 2021 21:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 17, 2021 23:32:26 GMT -5
The mother bristled and sputtered at Nina's accusation of poor parenting, squawking something about Nina not being allowed to comment until she'd had a few of her own. Exactly what she said was unclear, as her voice was drowned out by the frightened wailing of her children, but the general sense of the words was obvious enough. A few of the people began to cover their mouths and noses, but most simply stared in horror at their leader, blowing around in the wind like a macabre kite. His body looked nearly skeletal, a drained husk hanging under massive, bloated wings, but still he screamed. His voice rose in pitch as he blew around, an unearthly howl that pierced through the blowing wind and caused Theodosia's blood to run cold. She looked up towards the sky, face turning pale with fright as she saw him blowing high above the forest floor. Her heavy, hanging jewelry rattled and jangled in the wind, the piercings tugging painfully at her skin.
As Nina scaled the cliff, the tugging on her rope became more forceful. Tressor's wings were inflating, bloating up like drowned corpses and catching more and more of the wind. The sickly-grey fungal skin stretched thin, ready to pop at any moment. Before they could burst, however, Nina jumped. The momentum of falling from the cliff allowed her to pull Tressor down with her, his inflated wings slowing her fall like a parachute as the strong nettle rope bit painfully into her wrist. She crashed in a thorn-filled bush and Tressor fell to the ground beside her, screaming all the way down. His eyes were those of a madman now, wide and unseeing as the thorns stabbed into his flesh. The impact caused the thorns to tear into the wings, ripping massive holes in the parasitic growths. Heavy clouds of black spores burst from the tears, billowing out like smoke and staining the water that pooled on the ground. If they'd managed to burst at the level of the cliff, releasing their deadly spores high above the clearing, inky-black rain would have undoubtedly poured from the sky. As it was, the clouds of spores blew with the wind, making a few of the angel-worshippers cough and raise damp handkerchiefs to their faces.
Theodosia gasped in horror as she watched her friend jump off a cliff. She got to her feet and ran for where Nina had landed, storm forgotten in her sudden concern. Rushing over to Nina, she grabbed her under the arms and pulled, dragging her out of the thorn-bushes and away from the rapidly-spreading puddle of spore-filled water. Her hands shook as she tried fruitlessly to untangle the rope from Nina's wrist. Cold, trembling fingers proved insufficient for the task, and she pulled a curved, heavily ornamented knife from an inner pocket to slice through the tether.
"Come on, Nina!" she cried, biting her lip nervously as she saw the injuries the woman had incurred in the fall. "We've got to get out of here! Hurry, he's still alive! Let's go, he's coming!"
Indeed, Tressor still lived. His wings trailed limply behind his back like empty cloth sacks, their deadly cargo expended. His left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, the bones shattered to the point of uselessness. The blood dripping from his mouth and seeping from his many wounds was stained black with spores, which splattered onto the ground and mixed with the rainwater. Raising his head, Tressor spotted the crowd of horrified onlookers and began to crawl towards them, dragging his broken leg and useless, shredded wings behind him.
"The...angel's...blessing..." he gasped, voice gurgling and weak. "Feel...its...light..."
The mob of people backed away hurriedly, staring wide-eyed at the broken, drained man as he rotted away before their very eyes. In the brief moments when they managed to tear their eyes away from the sight of their leader, they looked to Nina, silently pleading for her to do something. None took a step towards Tressor, but they didn't seem in any hurry to get very far away, either. They stayed at a moderate distance, giving the man a bubble of space but keeping him surrounded. As horrifying as the sight was, not one of them seemed capable of looking away.
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Nina
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Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on May 21, 2021 3:31:48 GMT -5
Darkness flashed in front of her eyes.
Splotches of deeper darkness, against the leaden clouds. Nina suspected that she had nearly passed out several times as Theodosia fiddled with the rope. She wanted to punch the woman. Every tug added to the pain inside her, coming from so many different directions that she hardly knew up from down. There was something wrong with her wrist. Blank-faced, Nina let herself be dragged along.
The sight of Tressor’s mangled body brought her back to her senses. The wispy quality of his voice stopped her cold in her tracks.
She had been prepared for him to die when she had decided to bring him down. She had not prepared for him to live.
For a moment she hated the people around her. She may have lost her dominant hand, and for what? For people who might decide she was the one who’d cursed Tressor with devouring fungi. She heard the clock ticking, which was never a good sign. She felt cold, slowly coming to the realization of what would mean to be a disabled pariah in this brave new world. But that was something to think about later. Now, she had to do the right thing.
She had to finish what she started.
The woman wound her cloak tighter around the body. She held it in place with her right forearm, wincing as she moved. She stepped closer to Tressor. Her left hand, she wrapped with the corner of her cloak. She stepped on mushrooms, trying to avoid the inky spillout, but in the darkness all the water looked black.
Above him, she slipped out something from her other sleeve. A dagger that looked like a needle. Her stiletto.
It was almost too easy. His bones stuck out so much.
She crouched near the man – or what was left of him – and drove the point in the space between the skull and the first vertebra.
“Go with the light, Tressor.” She whispered.
With two flicks of her wrist, Nina tried to slash the sickly wings at the base, as well. It felt proper, somehow. She pushed herself to her feet, looking as if she was fighting the entire weight of the sky. Started to step away.
“Don’t get any closer. This’s dangerous.”
Is what Nina said, but she looked ready to fall over. Her mind tethered halfway between the present and the past.
‘How do you kill someone painlessly?’ She remembered herself asking Gray, once.
She’d meant it as mockery. A reminder that somewhere in his tower there was somebody he was torturing, though she had never seen or even heard the act. A reminder to herself that the same fate could befall her one day. She remembered the tremor in her voice. The assassin would rather take her at face value. That day, he brought home a fish for dinner. He spoke about how fragile brains are, and showed her where to drive a spike through the catfish’s head in order to dispatch it. After that, it was anatomy textbooks and a skeleton model.
Nina had gone along with it. Knowledge was harmless, she thought, and, if anything, she could use it against him.
Faced with the second person she had killed, she wondered, was it?
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Theodosia Planchette
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Appearance: Theodosia stands at a fairly average, unimpressive height. Her red hair and numerous golden piercings and ornaments are quite eye-catching, although her tendency to glare at people often dissuades a second glance. She wears a number of bright silks and elaborately patterned robes befitting a proper fortune-teller. The twisting, vine-like tattoos on her arms are actually just painted on, a fact that she tries to keep hidden from people.
Skills and Abilities: Theodosia is a trained fortune-teller, gifted with the ability to see through the mists of time and pluck upon the threads of fate...or so she claims. Whether she actually possesses any such skills can be questionable at times, but her knowledge of fortune-telling methods (from cards to ashes to chicken entrails) is unrivaled.
Registered: Mar 28, 2021 21:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by Theodosia Planchette on May 23, 2021 10:16:38 GMT -5
Theodosia stepped back, shocked, as Nina rose to her feet. How was she even standing, much less walking around? That fall had looked awful, and she'd half-expected that she'd have to carry her all the way back to the camp. Was she even strong enough to do that? Probably not, so it was a good thing that Nina was up and walking.
"Nina!" she blurted, relief evident in her voice. "Oh my goodness, I was so worried. Are you hurt? That was a nasty fa-"
She trailed off as Nina wandered away, heading back towards the thorn-bushes. Perhaps she really was an automaton after all. Maybe she really did have a demon in her heart turning a crank to keep the gears working. Squinting off into the darkness towards where Nina was going, Theodosia spotted Tressor. She hadn't even noticed him before, but the man was somehow still alive. Holding her increasingly soaked skirts in her hands, she bustled over, trying to avoid getting snared by the bushes.
"He's still alive!" she gasped, shocked. "How? He fell so far...but so did you, I guess. My goodness, people are tougher than I thought."
As Nina stepped up towards the stricken man, Theodosia followed. It was ok, she thought. Nina was walking over to help him. She would know what to do, she was a competent person. He was hurt, but he was going to make it. They'd be able to drag the man back to the surgeon, to get him the help he very clearly needed. Things were going to be ok, and the nightmare was going to end. Picking her way carefully around the rosebushes, she made her way over to where Nina was crouching over the man.
"Can you save him, Nina?" she asked, wincing as her skirts caught and tore on the rosebushes. "It looks pretty bad, but if we c-"
She cut off suddenly as Nina drove a thin dagger into the base of the man's skull, killing him instantly. Tressor slumped down to the ground, final words dying in his throat. The color drained from Theodosia's face as she watched Nina slash the wings from the man's back, the hollow growths falling to the ground like empty sacks. Had she really just seen that? Surely she had to be hallucinating. Did she really just watch her friend kill a helpless man in cold blood?
"Y-you killed him," she whispered, voice trembling as she stared helplessly at Nina. "He was alive, and you killed him! W-why, Nina? He was sick...wasn't he?"
She shuddered, trying not to look at the crumpled corpse on the ground. She'd never seen anyone die before, much less in such a cold, callous way. She'd known this man on the ship, seen him walking around and laughing with his friends, and now he was dead, lying face-down in a puddle of blood and rainwater. A sudden tremor shook her body and she vomited on the ground, sickened.
"Please tell me you had a good reason, Nina," she begged, coughing and wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. "Please. I need to know that I didn't just watch you commit a murder for no reason. You wouldn't do that, right? You're a my friend, a good person...aren't you?"
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Nina
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Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on May 25, 2021 4:38:16 GMT -5
For a moment, Nina stared at Theodosia, and her fingers tightened on the dagger. When had the fortune-teller even gotten there?
“Cover your face properly, turn around or step back.” She was finally able to mouth. Anger trembled precariously in her voice. Precariously close to an unseen edge. “The spores should be safely grounded, but with this wind, it would be insane to chance it.” The word ‘friend’ finally went through to Nina’s brain, and she recoiled. Softly, she added. “I’ll tell you. Please.”
The woman looked up to the sky, and let the cold drops snap against her face.
“He’s lost blood…so much blood.” Her words poured, almost without pause, just a cadence of consciousness clinging on to the clinical descriptions as if they were landmarks in the darkness. The wind quieted somewhat as she did so. “More than we see, and what we see is poisoned.” Her voice was detached, but knew that if she slowed down in the least, she would break. She needed to tell the story. As the architect of Tressor’s demise, she had been the one nearest to him in his last moments, the one who’d seen the last stages of the disease most clearly. “External damage. Internal damage.” That haunting, spluttering voice. “Not all mine. Life fluids drained out of him, to grow the deadly wings which had been folded inside.” It was a guess, but a good one, she thought. The wings’ growth had been fast enough to seem supernatural, but it could be easily done if they mainly swelled with water and air. Suddenly her throat felt dry.
A raindrop flicked her forehead. She remembered the start of the storm, and Tressor reaching for the rain.
“I wonder…If he was feeling thirsty, before.” Her voice cracked a bit.
She forced herself to continue.
“Leg, broken in at least two places. It might have had be amputated. Internal organs…Partially reshaped, my guess, to make space for the parasitic fungus.” It felt insane for Nina to be spelling it all out, when she could picture tendrils of infection reaching out from behind her. Hardly the time or place. But if she didn’t assure everyone here understood what happened, they might do something stupid. No, she would ensure that only one idiot got close to the body. “Leftovers of the fungus inside would start dying the moment its host stopped being of use. It would make it even more difficult, even for an exceptional surgeon, to remove it all. Any of this would be traumatic at the best of times. But all of it? For him?” Nina’s eyes glinted from above her mask, unsettlingly large and round. She imagined herself atop the cliff, slowly letting go of the ground under her heels. “With no fat reserves, barely any muscle, bones which might be brittle after weeks of him being drained dry of all sustenance…With blood that is poison to him and to anyone who might try to aid him, that would start the cycle anew, just like on that day that Tressor saw what he thought were brilliant wings-“ Nina swallowed.
“It was too late. I did the only thing I could.” She said.
Nina started to walk away. She still held her dagger in her hand. The rain had cleaned it, but the woman was unwilling to put it back anywhere near her skin. Instead, she held her other arm in an awkward shield posture around it.
“I think…That he really cared for people.” She said to the others. “I think…That he was right to hope. Wrong about the reason for hope, but right to see a better life beyond this darkness. I hope that all of the angel-touched, all those of you who carry this insidious parasite inside them, can find in yourself the strength to see a medic. I hope that you can be healed, and find true light, true hope.” Talking exhausted her.
Was she trying to outsmart a parasitic fungus, by connecting healing with abstract concepts like the ones it had been hijacking from its hosts’ brains?
Maybe.
“Speak a few words, if you want, but I advise being quick.” Oh Nina, you hypocrite. “It wouldn’t do to waste the warning he gave us.”
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