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Entry tags:
- animorphs: toby hamee,
- arcv: yuya sakaki,
- attack on titan: eren jaeger,
- beastars: louis,
- bloodborne: lady maria,
- bloody mary: bloody mary,
- da: myrobalan shivana,
- dragon prince: viren,
- drakengard 3: four,
- elfen lied: kaede,
- fallout: the lone wanderer,
- ffvii: cloud strife,
- fruits basket: momiji sohma,
- fsn: archer (emiya),
- harry potter: theseus scamander,
- jjba: giorno giovanna,
- johnathan strange: john childermass,
- lwa: ursula callistis,
- mtg: chandra nalaar,
- original: sokie undertown,
- prey: morgan yu,
- the witcher: geralt of rivia,
- undertale: papyrus
Tonight, Maria joins the Hunt
Name: Lady Maria
Date: Auguril 15th - Evening
Format: Video
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[The view opens up to Maria's face, the face of the giant clocktower in the back drop. She's sitting on a ledge on the outside of the building, one leg dangling off the edge, the other foot planted on the worn stone back of a screaming panther-eagle gargoyle. The sky, and the tower are awash with the the deep pinks and purples of the nearly-set sun. Maria herself is wearing her full hunter's outfit, her hat pulled low to shield her eyes against the sunset, but in truth it just makes her eyes seem that much brighter blue. The only oddity in her attire is that she seems to have several sunflowers tucked into her belt, around the holsters for her gun and sword sheath.
The mechanisms in the tower grind and move, and the big minute hand tocks heavily, thunking into place in the next minute slot before Maria speaks. It's almost the top of the hour.]
It has been several months, since the first of us arrived here. Life... is not made easy within this place. Not for anyone, even those of us who might be in better straits than at home. This may be the worst night yet, and we still have many more moons to come, I fear, before any of us are allowed from this place. [This, however, may very well be Maria's own last. She feels the way the headache swells and throbs behind her eyes, the pressure fit to make her burst at the seams. It ebbs and flows, depending on what she does with the Monsters, how she uses her magic, the potions and the herbs and the other stalling tactics, but she's not sure how much longer she can keep on like this. Tonight, blissfully, the pain is at its least - the full moon being the weakest pull of the mirrorbound Witches is keeping things to a dull roar at the back of her skull. For several seconds, she looks back out over the city, scanning the shapes and the shadows, watching people shutter their windows and close their doors.]
On this night, the instincts for the Monsters will be at their worst. If the pull is too strong, and you feel your mind slipping into the madness and chaos of beasthood, seek the scent of... [Lumenflowers... no,] sunflowers. They will lead you to me. I will make it as swift as you will allow me; but it may be most silent if I must seek you out. [This is exactly the threat that it seems to be.]
If the beasts loom large, and threaten to devour you, or crush you, seek me out, as well. Monster, witch, human or not, it matters not to me; it is the threat of the feral I am in search of. [Pause.] As for the rest of you... I hope you do not see me.
[Her foot shifts, and she stands, precarious though the ledge is. The terrifying drop seems to not bother her at all. The shadows deepen on her face as the sky turns a richer purple-blue, the sun setting rapidly now, though it's barely been a minute. Soon, the video cuts to black, but there's still audio in the background; a rustle of wind and cloth. Finally, there's a whirring as the clock begins to turn over again.]
The night, and the hunt are always so very long. I pray we all live to see the morning sun, and put this night behind us.
[Tock. The video cuts out as the first peal of the hourly bells sounds. Over the city, the clocktower chimes eight, and the sun slips fully below the horizon.]
Date: Auguril 15th - Evening
Format: Video
-
[The view opens up to Maria's face, the face of the giant clocktower in the back drop. She's sitting on a ledge on the outside of the building, one leg dangling off the edge, the other foot planted on the worn stone back of a screaming panther-eagle gargoyle. The sky, and the tower are awash with the the deep pinks and purples of the nearly-set sun. Maria herself is wearing her full hunter's outfit, her hat pulled low to shield her eyes against the sunset, but in truth it just makes her eyes seem that much brighter blue. The only oddity in her attire is that she seems to have several sunflowers tucked into her belt, around the holsters for her gun and sword sheath.
The mechanisms in the tower grind and move, and the big minute hand tocks heavily, thunking into place in the next minute slot before Maria speaks. It's almost the top of the hour.]
It has been several months, since the first of us arrived here. Life... is not made easy within this place. Not for anyone, even those of us who might be in better straits than at home. This may be the worst night yet, and we still have many more moons to come, I fear, before any of us are allowed from this place. [This, however, may very well be Maria's own last. She feels the way the headache swells and throbs behind her eyes, the pressure fit to make her burst at the seams. It ebbs and flows, depending on what she does with the Monsters, how she uses her magic, the potions and the herbs and the other stalling tactics, but she's not sure how much longer she can keep on like this. Tonight, blissfully, the pain is at its least - the full moon being the weakest pull of the mirrorbound Witches is keeping things to a dull roar at the back of her skull. For several seconds, she looks back out over the city, scanning the shapes and the shadows, watching people shutter their windows and close their doors.]
On this night, the instincts for the Monsters will be at their worst. If the pull is too strong, and you feel your mind slipping into the madness and chaos of beasthood, seek the scent of... [Lumenflowers... no,] sunflowers. They will lead you to me. I will make it as swift as you will allow me; but it may be most silent if I must seek you out. [This is exactly the threat that it seems to be.]
If the beasts loom large, and threaten to devour you, or crush you, seek me out, as well. Monster, witch, human or not, it matters not to me; it is the threat of the feral I am in search of. [Pause.] As for the rest of you... I hope you do not see me.
[Her foot shifts, and she stands, precarious though the ledge is. The terrifying drop seems to not bother her at all. The shadows deepen on her face as the sky turns a richer purple-blue, the sun setting rapidly now, though it's barely been a minute. Soon, the video cuts to black, but there's still audio in the background; a rustle of wind and cloth. Finally, there's a whirring as the clock begins to turn over again.]
The night, and the hunt are always so very long. I pray we all live to see the morning sun, and put this night behind us.
[Tock. The video cuts out as the first peal of the hourly bells sounds. Over the city, the clocktower chimes eight, and the sun slips fully below the horizon.]
un: harmonia
Thanks, I think.
[His voice sounds a little thick, like he's congested, but otherwise he's not that bad off just yet. Funny how not resisting every step of the way helps.]
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You are holding on to your mind well, are you not? It will be alright, for you. [But she's always close at hand if that ever stops being true.]
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[Haha?]
I'd let you know if I needed your assistance. [Which is, of course, not true. But he means it all the same: if it got to that point, he trusts that she would find out and deal with it. He doesn't know how he knows this isn't just dramatics, it's just. Maria. He just does.]
Are you going to get in some kind of legal trouble doing this?
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It's only the ones that are true threats, in any case. [So many of these people seemed to miss that part.]
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[Again, he doesn't really know why he does. Just that he does. That's going to have to be good enough for his own paranoia.]
I'm just wondering if I should rob someone to collect funding for your bail. Trying to plan ahead, you see.
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[Why . . . why any of this.]
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I suppose that is acceptable. Still, I doubt it will be so hard to plead the case. It's not as though I am after every Monster. Just very specific ones... they will know who they are. And if they are too far gone to know even that, perhaps it is a greater mercy.
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Maybe I should check, though. [Dead serious? It seems like an important thing to know, honestly.]
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It would be just my luck to become a vampire lawyer in a place that's basically the past. I'd consider it for you.
[But he's going to look into it, because uh. Something's gonna go down. He'd rather be even moderately prepared.]
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Oh? ... Am I supposed to be honored? [There's kind of a laugh there, but it's a baffled laugh.] Ah, thank you. But I think I will be alright.
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[Honestly, true.]
I know you will. [She doesn't need anyone's help, just. You know. He's 16 going on 80 and he worries.]
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We'll reconvene in the morning, Giorno; I hope this night is easy for you. [Wow, she's actually being nice to him. It's almost like none of any of this is personal.]