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daybreakacademy2020-08-23 09:04 am
emergensirations) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-08-23 09:04 am
Just take a look in the mirror, when you're lost or feeling blue
Who: Sira and you?
What: A doll and a plushie explore, a daemon taps into new power, knives
Where: Around Campus
When: Post-dream event
Warnings: Murder plans? Will tag header where anything else applicable
A
It had occurred to them that this gift from Ekkehardt was the first thing wholly their own. It was not a belonging of anyone else, meant to be shared. It was not something borrowed from a host. It was just... theirs. This thought is strange. It still comes with that sense of loneliness, but there's a small bit of excitement in them too. They should find another way to share this gift. They should show it off! They should bring it about so all the school can see it!
And thus, the hooded doll that is Sira wanders the Hall with a rope in hand, towing along an unmagical and immobile plush dog by the "collar". That is what people do with dogs, isn't it? Yes.
They stop every now and again, straightening the plush back to its feet, and announce, "Behold! My dog."
B
They couldn't get it out of their mind. Not just the memory of their own dream, but the memory of Adriel's. Mirrors all around in both cases, but in the latter, they didn't exist. They couldn't help but check a mirror in the waking world, just to see if they would be there. They were, though still a doll here. Their hand had pressed the glass and the next thing they knew, they were tumbling through it.
The thought passes through their mind; "Oh, what fun it’ll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can’t get at me!" But the cheery thought does not match their true feeling about the matter just then. There is no flipped world of funny faces. It is dim and dark and only by the light of the way they came can they see themself. Not the doll form, their true self. They stare down, then look to the mirror, then down again. Did that mirror always do that?
Along the dark paths are more slight patches of light. More mirrors. They wander deeper. Most of the mirror paths lead to empty rooms. But, some hold people beyond their surfaces. With a wicked grin, they go to those, jumping into the light intending to spook those on the other side. Only the surprise is theirs. For a brief moment, they look like the ones in the reflections. With those close enough, they can move with those people, reflect the actions. They try this several times before they decide upon scaring people again, mirroring others but only just slightly, with little differences enough to make the person looking squint and take a closer look. Naturally, they make a goofy face.
C
They are settled at a table. Books are piled atop the chair so that they can sit atop and properly reach what they're doing. And what they're doing appears to be sketching out images of themself in their doll shape, a knife in hand, and a the vague shape of a person. They're tapping their pencil with increasing agitation before they finally crumple the paper up, for the fifth time, and let out a cry of dismay.
"How am I supposed to kill them if I can't reach!"
What: A doll and a plushie explore, a daemon taps into new power, knives
Where: Around Campus
When: Post-dream event
Warnings: Murder plans? Will tag header where anything else applicable
A
It had occurred to them that this gift from Ekkehardt was the first thing wholly their own. It was not a belonging of anyone else, meant to be shared. It was not something borrowed from a host. It was just... theirs. This thought is strange. It still comes with that sense of loneliness, but there's a small bit of excitement in them too. They should find another way to share this gift. They should show it off! They should bring it about so all the school can see it!
And thus, the hooded doll that is Sira wanders the Hall with a rope in hand, towing along an unmagical and immobile plush dog by the "collar". That is what people do with dogs, isn't it? Yes.
They stop every now and again, straightening the plush back to its feet, and announce, "Behold! My dog."
B
They couldn't get it out of their mind. Not just the memory of their own dream, but the memory of Adriel's. Mirrors all around in both cases, but in the latter, they didn't exist. They couldn't help but check a mirror in the waking world, just to see if they would be there. They were, though still a doll here. Their hand had pressed the glass and the next thing they knew, they were tumbling through it.
The thought passes through their mind; "Oh, what fun it’ll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can’t get at me!" But the cheery thought does not match their true feeling about the matter just then. There is no flipped world of funny faces. It is dim and dark and only by the light of the way they came can they see themself. Not the doll form, their true self. They stare down, then look to the mirror, then down again. Did that mirror always do that?
Along the dark paths are more slight patches of light. More mirrors. They wander deeper. Most of the mirror paths lead to empty rooms. But, some hold people beyond their surfaces. With a wicked grin, they go to those, jumping into the light intending to spook those on the other side. Only the surprise is theirs. For a brief moment, they look like the ones in the reflections. With those close enough, they can move with those people, reflect the actions. They try this several times before they decide upon scaring people again, mirroring others but only just slightly, with little differences enough to make the person looking squint and take a closer look. Naturally, they make a goofy face.
C
They are settled at a table. Books are piled atop the chair so that they can sit atop and properly reach what they're doing. And what they're doing appears to be sketching out images of themself in their doll shape, a knife in hand, and a the vague shape of a person. They're tapping their pencil with increasing agitation before they finally crumple the paper up, for the fifth time, and let out a cry of dismay.
"How am I supposed to kill them if I can't reach!"
C
"In the meantime, I'll give you a hint. Two words: Achilles tendon."
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"That's genius! Thank you, Boss!"
And thus begins a new terrible drawing of ruined ankles further plans of stabbing. They cackle a little.
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"Just so we're clear... that's not meant to be me, right?" The faintest hint of a threat lingers in his words.
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"Nnnnno?" They test. "That would violate the contract..." Wouldn't it...? They shake their head. "It would be useless against you anyway. It was your suggestion and you can sense souls as well as I."
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"Okay. You know that part about me not asking? Forget that. Who are you planning to use this particular bit of advice on?"
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"Adriel's family. I intend to invade their home and slaughter the lot of them. They deserve it." A pause. "I will need to request a week's leave of absence from my duties in your service. Will this be a problem?"
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He feels like there's someone else he should be urging Sira to ask, but dismisses the thought. Avery's the boss here, after all. What he says goes.
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They pause. Their head tilts.
"It is a shame you can't join me. You could consume them freely." Alas.
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"Of course, Sir. I'll seek what I can. But I'll need to find a way consult the dark spirit in Adriel's heart. They will have stronger opinions on what may be taken."