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aefenglom2019-08-14 05:23 pm
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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.]
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[And she does, actually, get serious from her voice.]
Yes, you do seem to be a monster hunter, likely from your own world, and yes, you're trying to do the right thing on your own terms.
But. While this is a method you're used to, and likely have your own issues to work out, you're screwing yourself, and others over.
This is a very good way to get arrested on terms of murdering monsters-who are people, victims if you will-and for burning a lot of bridges.
I've seen this sort of thing before, and it does not end well. Hell, we don't even know if we can die like normal people can.
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I will hunt the beasts. Not the Monsters who keep to themselves. Not the Monsters who flee to the Wildes to satisfy their hunting instincts on game. Not the Monsters who find other ways to satisfy whatever urges they have, even those who fight with others who are armed and prepared.
But I will not wait for the screams to pierce the night. I will not make excuses of victimhood for a beast standing in a pool of blood over the person they could not stop the urge to kill. I will not tell the families of those slaughtered that the killer is going to get away, because the spineless say they couldn't help it.
The truth of the matter is, if there is no violence, no raving mad beasthood, then I will have nothing to do. And if this serves to scare those who find themselves starting to lose themselves into finding an alternative, even better.
I have seen where this ends as well. Either way will be utter disaster, but I choose the way that will not be me made a meal while you and all these others fall over yourselves to excuse the beasts because they cannot help it.
Now, the hunt is on. I need no more distractions. The good blood keep you safe this night.
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She may make an excellent distraction or even someone to blame for various schemes that are to come to fruition.]
May the good blood keep you safe this night as well.