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[unpocoloco]

Who: TOUR AND A MOVIE PLOT: Ernesto & OTA Mingle + Héctor & OTA
What: Ernesto invites daybreak to join him in the filming process. Héctor attempts more necromancy.
When: March, following the chaos of the Herald. (And probably Dracula too.)
Where: A filming location in Soliel, the Mythril Cages
Warning: N/A for Tour And A Movie Plot. Feral Zombie/vampirish behavior and body horror in the Héctor prompts.



The Show Must Go On

The invitation goes out to Daybreak Academy not too long after the fiasco at the Carnival. Ernesto De La Cruz, the famous musician, has put a hold on his tour to film a few more scenes of his upcoming movie-- and the filming is taking place there in Soliel! The students (and supervising faculty) have been invited to take part in the experience! Every student is welcome, provided that glamor enchantments are worn by those who need it.

Higher Daybreak faculty are encouraging participants to see this as a way of learning to use their magical skills in a way that is discrete and ensures the protection of the Veil. It's spoken of as a chance for students to better learn how to hide their abilities while still putting them to use, disguising them as various other talents. In turn, they'll be credited in the film's production once it's complete, as well as receive extra credits in related courses. And of course, besides the great publicity, what better way to make a hit movie than adding a magical touch to it?

Not to mention, there may be a few happy fans within the school who are eager to meet the musician and acquire autographs. Perhaps a stubborn teacher can be buttered up with a signed photo? Maybe the life of fame and fortune inspires you and you hope to find a mentor in the musician. Or, maybe you'd simply enjoy the chance to work in show business, even if only for a short couple of months, the expected time that film has been projected to take.

The filming is indoors for now. Students are offered the chance to help design and decorate sets, to work with the special effects and sound departments, makeup and costuming, and even to take part in some of the acting as an extra. It's time to make some real Movie Magic!

Just remember not to get caught by any of those people who are meant to be kept in the dark. The filming has notably invited in a swath of hunters to the area. It seems there are a great number of concerns about keeping to the laws of the Veil during this important project. But surely that won't be a problem. Daybreak Academy takes the Veil very seriously, after all.



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A - Ressurection Part One: A Change Of Pace

The Mythril Cage is for warriors. It's for talented mages, rune-workers, candles, people with extraordinary ability. It's for Lycans who, once a month or sometimes more, need a space to unleash their feral halves. It's for anyone but him.

But here he is. He's set himself up in a room, enforced like many of the others down here, and with a solid gate cutting through it. He's got a lock set up and he's got a guard-- Sira, who isn't the most trustworthy but is perhaps the only one who isn't going to judge him for trying this. At least, not in the way everyone else judges him. He gets to work, drawing the circle, setting up the materials on the floor. He speaks the magic, he lets it light, he prays for it work. He needs it to work.

There's a burst of new light from the circle, a force blasting him back against the wall. He feels a pain in him like fire. He thinks he screams. But almost as quickly as it started, it's over.

B - Ressurection Part Two: Hunger

"Let me out," He groans, hanging off the fence with his fingers. Fingers which have become clawed, the flesh wearing away a little around the tips.

"Nope," Answers Sira from the other side, flipping a page of a picture book. They don't look up, even when he breaks into snarls, and then groans again, slumping further down.

"You told me to wait until the timer on the reversal rune undid what was done," They continue. "I'm waiting. Maybe you wouldn't have had this problem if you'd just let me help properly the first time. You know. When you summoned me."

Héctor manages to lift his head just to shoot them a withering (red-eyed) look. He doesn't have the energy to point out he never, ever, intended to summon them. The hunger in him is agonizing. It's been a long time since he's felt hunger this intense. A year ago? No, not as bad as back then but still bad enough.

Of course, not even that can pull his attention away from anyone walking in. And boy are they in for a sight with the flesh half-rotted away from his fangs.

C - Ressurection Three: Rot

It was terrible to look at. The cage inside just wasn't working out for them. They had to go and sit outside the door. It's fine. Boss number two's not really in his head at the moment anyway.

The little doll looks up at anyone pausing at the door and says, "Trust me, you don't want to go in there."

D - Wildcard

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TOUR AND A MOVIE MINGLE

[powertochangeaheart]

Ernesto Interactions

[powertochangeaheart]

It's difficult between interviews, performances, parties, filming, and the preparations for said film, to still make time for fans, but Ernesto De La Cruz is no slouch. He can be seen on set and off, and he's more than willing to offer guidance and advice for the young minds joining him these next few months. For more private conversations he can also be found in his dressing room, though you'll need to get past his security's watching eye first.

[subconmodo]

Sometime after filming is done for the day, a young man in Daybreak's uniform approaches Ernesto with a bright, wide smile and a positively delighted gleam in his wide, brown, starstruck eyes.

"Mr. De La Cruz? I'm so terribly sorry to bother you, but do you have time to talk?"

He fidgets in place a little, smile faltering.

[powertochangeaheart]

The starry-eyed look, the smile, the slight bit of hesitation. No doubt about it, this was a fan. He turns from what he's doing, taking the other and then smiles.

"Why, my friend, it's no bother at all," He says. "I can make time."

There, that should ease some of that nervousness. Though he makes no effort to step away from any other observers.

"What is it that you mean to talk to me about?"

[subconmodo]

At first, the young man seems a little distracted, still looking at Ernesto, but not quite at him, an eyebrow slightly arched out of curiosity.

But then he's told they get to talk and it seems as though his heart might burst right out of his chest. "O, Oh! Well... You see... Oh, right. Um, my name is Adrian Woods, by the way. I was wanting to do a report for my English class about this event, and I was wondering what brought you out here to Soleil?" He pulls out a pad of paper and pen--a fountain pen.

[powertochangeaheart]

Ah, what a nice sight. He can't help looking fond of all the excitement.

"Well, Adrian, it's a pleasure to meet you." His voice carries a touch of amusement.

"I came out here because my film crew and I heard there was a great amount of talent to be found out here, not to mention, the natural splendor. Or course the technical factor is that we are setting some scenes in France, but I feel there's more to it. Soliel is one of the most beautiful parts of France, I've been told, and from what I can tell that much is true. I feel in my heart that if I am to create a film that speaks to people, I must show them something not only fantastic, but something real." His fist clenches for emphasis and then release. "I'm sure being an eager young English student, you could certainly agree. That is why you came here, after all, is it not? To get a real story?"

[subconmodo]

"Exactly! It's not every day a movie gets made around your school," Adrian replies, jotting notes down all the while. "And by you of all people!" He can't help but laugh a little. It somehow sounds a bit villainous, even if Adrian's happy expression is anything but.

Just one of those things, probably.

"I know I shouldn't... but I've been a little tempted to skip out on some of my classes to watch the filming. You won't tell anyone, will you?"

[hattersgonnahat]

The name sounded familiar, but that's only because she remembered Héctor mentioning it once. The timing of it all was sort of impressive. It did not feel that long ago and now, the whole school was being auditioned!

Puella wanted to talk to him, but at every chance she had there were already dozens of people waiting. But she had to keep trying.

And finally the opportunity came. The crowd of fans was getting smaller and dispersing. Puella just had to be quick before Ernesto got too far away.

"--So you're a movie star too?"

[powertochangeaheart]

It's unfortunate that most fans tend to around eye level. It's hard to see and make time for those of a... smaller stature. But it seems today, Puella is in luck. He signs off on a paper and is just about to prepared to head off, straightening the colar of his shirt, when the little girl speaks.

He turns then looks down, blinking.

"Why hello there, niña. Would you be one of those with school?"

[hattersgonnahat]

"I am!" Quite happy about it too. It's not that often to talk about the school with people not from it...

"I wanted to help too!"

Because honestly, it sounded like a lot of fun.

[powertochangeaheart]

He chuckles to himself, the kneels so as to better match her height.

"Well, we're glad to have you on board. It's not every day we get the chance in this business to open up the opportunity for others," He tells her. And that much is true. He rather thinks this is all quite generous.

"Was there a particular part you were looking forward to most?"

[hattersgonnahat]

"I don't really know..." There probably were many acting roles for someone her...size.

"Maybe I can work backstage. I'm good at making things!"

And making sets was just as important as acting.

"Unless you got something else in mind..."

Héctor & Monthly Revival Interactions

[unpocoloco]

B

[hawkwardness]

Finally, he's tracked the pair down. Finally. What a relief. It already feels like it's been a long night, and he'd love to sleep. But with the kidnappings and other unpleasantness lately... he has to be sure, or he'll never be able to calm his thoughts down.

It's also nice that he can open doors now, with magical hand projections. No more being totally defeated by doorknobs. < ...Héctor? >

[unpocoloco]

The pair of them go still with new entry, taking a moment before they register the bird down low to the ground. The glow of Sira's hood settles on Tobias, as well as a set of vivid red eyes. It's not just the iris that's got them colored that way. There's a rawness to the flesh around the edges of them, matching the rot at his mouth and his fingers and spots hidden by clothing. Mostly.

"Tobias," Héctor breathes. That smile probably only looks like a grimace because of his condition. Totally the only reason. He straightens himself and renews his grip on the fence. "So good to see you..."

"UuuuuhI don't think you're allowed here!" Sira says suddenly, jumping to their feet to walk to Tobias. "Time to go, bye bye, Boss 2's gonna have to talk to you later!"

[hawkwardness]

Something's rushing at his face, and... it's that goddamn creepy little doll thing. Why are they always hanging around?? Does possessing a guy against his will make them friends?? He puffs up, two pounds of cranky bird, and resists the urge to snap at them.

< Yeah, no. What are you going to do to me? You're literally a toy. So. What's going on? >

[unpocoloco]

Maybe Tobias would find out if he asked but as of now, they're not vounteering that information. Especially not now.

Sira stops as Tobias puffs up, little mitten doll hands raised. Until Tobias speaks an insults him.

"I'm not a toy! I'm a daemon! And I'm telling you to leave for your own safety! Boss two and I are..." The doll glances back, giving the impressed that if it could, it'd be grimacing. "...Experimenting."

Héctor is staring fixedly at Tobias, red eyes sharp. His head tilts.

"Tobias... how well can you pick locks?"

B

[norangeskill]

[It can be sometimes hard to forget that even at night, the Mythril Cage can still have some activity. The nocturnal crowd. On some nights the roars from particular beasts weren't too uncommon. ...But that definitely had been a noise of agony. Misery? It's someone or thing having a terrible time. There was also no unusual moons out tonight as far as she knew.]

[Kali found the door, or at least had to be the door because it was the only one here that was...guarded? There was even the obvious claw marks up on top.]

...Is everything all right in there? [She pointed at the door. Half concerned and half just what]

[unpocoloco]

[There's another miserable groan. What do you know, the source of that monstrous noise can speak.]

No... Yes... ugh.

[He definitely doesn't sound okay.

A second voice pipes up, higher.]

Everything is shit but in a way that is mostly under control.

[norangeskill]

[Speaking...is good! Speaking means whatever monstrosity that is is not fully feral. Or not yet.]

Really...? Because it sounds like someone is having a really, really bad time.

[Kind of wondering if she could squeeze through the door somehow. Or climb over the top. The better question is did she really want to...]

[But she does take a few more steps forward. It may be worth investigating just a little more.]

[unpocoloco]

Oh, that's for sure.

[Does he want this new person to come in and see him like this? Héctor really doesn't know. He does know he's hungry.]

Just a temporary experiment...

B, before curse fully hits

[improbablenotimpossible]

It's midmonth - so it's likely that time again. The former detective quietly stifles a yawn - damn this exhaustion - as he goes to check on his friend.

"Héctor?" he calls out gently after he tracked down their location.

[unpocoloco]

"...Arthur?"

The voice rings out after a pause. Should Sherlock push through the door, he'll find Héctor climbing slowly to his feet. He waves unsteady but slowly wanders out of his circle and to the fence that cuts through the room. A little doll watches from down low, hooded gaze darting from Sherlock and back, but it says nothing.

"What are you doing here, amigo?"

[improbablenotimpossible]

"To check on you," He answers, giving the doll a nonchalant glance over before he approaches the fence, his lips pursing into a thin line, before frowning.

"This really did quite a number on you, my friend."

[unpocoloco]

He stifles a groan and pulls another uneeded breath. He doesn't deny Sherlock's assessment.

"I... may have gotten the spell wrong. Or maybe just picked the wrong spell," He admits weakly. "It's fine. I'll be fine. I took precautions. There's a timer rune. I just have to wait it out."