[The moon hangs high over Daan's pale face. He looks up to it, cigarette held between his fingers, and his expression is twisted into something between disbelief and mild annoyance.
If he had a shilling for every time the moon decided to cause problems for him, he'd have two shillings. Which isn't much, but - ah, what the hell. He can't even consider it weird anymore. Not after everything that's happened his whole life. Still, it would be just his luck that this would happen right when he felt he was starting to get a handle on things.
The mist reminds him of the one that had enveloped the forest by the train in Prehevil, what feels like both a lifetime ago and just yesterday. He wonders if it'll function the same - if it'll prevent them from going anywhere that Rher - or, he supposes, whatever the equivalent is in this world - doesn't want them to.
In the hand that doesn't hold a cigarette, a scalpel is ready. If monsters wish to show themselves, he'll be prepared. It's not his first time dealing with unruly patients. But he certainly won't be averse to teaming up - or to examining any bodies left behind.]
ii — a children's tale, repeated
A. over and - [There is a man in checkered pants standing in an alley, reading a book. He looks at you with slit eyes more yellow than grey, both seeming to glow in the darkness of the buildings' shadows. His other hand is deep in his pocket. He gives you a genuine smile.]
"So? Will you hear the tale?"
((Should you choose to do so, please be aware this tale may have mentions of child neglect, violence, ritual sacrifice, eye trauma and war.))
B. - over. [This too, is familiar. He remembers seeing the twisted versions of the others. Of mouths that would take up entire faces, of voices that would be identical until they became a shriek. He supposes he should be thankful his is not quite so monstrous.
Before his parents lost themselves, they would tell him stories. He knows he's living one now.]
[Yukina had no idea what was going on but all she knew was that she had to find shelter. In the midst of running away from any creatures, she found herself in an alley. Wishing to find some relief from the chase, she hoped that she was safe. However, that didn't seem to the case.
When she heard a voice behind her, she immediately took a step back as she turned around. Looking at the man with yellow eyes, she wasn't sure what to do.]
I...I suppose...?
[Because the last thing she wanted was to anger him. She didn't want to get hurt.]
[The man gives her a wide grin, the hand in his pocket tapping on his thigh.]
Well, of course you do! It's a fine tale, after all. I'd say it's only the finest that get repeated, of course, but that isn't always true, is it? Some tales are repeated for less than fine reasons. Greed, envy, pride... All those things we claim are below us, but come to claim us anyway. Don't you agree, stranger?
[As she tried to take another step back, she wasn't sure just how much longer she could avoid confrontation. She didn't know how to fight nor did she know just what this man wants. All she could do was try to make a run for it. Somehow. And yet, she wasn't too sure if that was the best idea.
She took a few more steps back to see what he would do next.]
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AFTERNOONNIGHT?ii — a children's tale, repeated
ii-A
When she heard a voice behind her, she immediately took a step back as she turned around. Looking at the man with yellow eyes, she wasn't sure what to do.]
I...I suppose...?
[Because the last thing she wanted was to anger him. She didn't want to get hurt.]
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Well, of course you do! It's a fine tale, after all. I'd say it's only the finest that get repeated, of course, but that isn't always true, is it? Some tales are repeated for less than fine reasons. Greed, envy, pride... All those things we claim are below us, but come to claim us anyway. Don't you agree, stranger?
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[As she tried to take another step back, she wasn't sure just how much longer she could avoid confrontation. She didn't know how to fight nor did she know just what this man wants. All she could do was try to make a run for it. Somehow. And yet, she wasn't too sure if that was the best idea.
She took a few more steps back to see what he would do next.]