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maskormenacelogs2014-11-09 06:17 pm
foreshadower) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-11-09 06:17 pm
They hunger for the taste of glamour
WHO: The Shade AND YOU
WHERE: Heropa's prison
WHEN: All through the month of November! Please specify the date.
WHAT: Shade's regretting being bored
WARNINGS: N/A
A (Visiting)
[ It was embarrassing being touted around in the sorts of getups that they put him in. The bright orange was nearly as bad as being in all white, and while some signs that he was without his powers were gone -- he'd mastered shaving with those awful temporary razors instead of his straightedge, and he'd learned to clean himself without his preferred trappings -- there were other signs that he wasn't happy, as well he shouldn't be, he supposed. His face was leaner and gaunt, deep bags under his eyes. Older, somehow, like the passing of time was harsher, without his connection to the shadowlands. Without the immortality given to him by the hundreds of souls that were siphoned in the original ritual, and even the thousands and hundreds given to him by Culp's second, he was weak and human.
Being human felt all too wrong. To be a Victorian human was not nearly as romantic as a Victorian immortal. He still couldn't sleep, sacrificing the night for three or four days before finally collapsing. He'd managed to charm another inmate into giving him a flashlight, and his journal was well filled with cramped, small letters, chronicling not only his time here, but his past, as well. Thoughts that came to mind. Shade carried the book with him often, but it was not allowed here. He was empty handed, but not terribly surprised that he had visitors. He was, after all, a rather well-regarded person, even though he was currently in prison.
When they led him to sit, he waited, for the time that he was allowed to see his visitors. He looked around, all the other prisoners, normal people who had done some things that would lead to perhaps less time than Shade, if they were imports.
What a shame. ]
B (Recreation -- other prisoners only)
[ The longer the month wore on, the deeper Shade's bags were under his eyes. The longer things went on, the more he looked less like a man and more like a wraith. He didn't have the same schedule as other prisoners. His time was often spent in solitary, away from most of them, and nobody knew what went on in the rooms. Oh, Shade certainly wasn't willing to speak on it, but here he was, like clockwork, on his own damn schedule, as per usual. He strode like he was gliding, like there was not a care in the world.
Shade was rather good at hiding most things, although his recreation periods were often spent outside under the shade of whatever he could find, still writing in his book, or simply staring out over the rest of the yard. If he was eating, it was always with a look of disgust on his face. Offended by the mere offering. He worked, as well, as best he could, in the prison library. Not that they'd had much choice, he spent so much time there, it seemed a shame that he knew more than the actual librarian, but then again, Shade was a bit of a bibliophile. He could even be caught telling stories of his old friends, if in the right mood.
The right moods seemed to come fewer and fewer, as time wore on. ]
WHERE: Heropa's prison
WHEN: All through the month of November! Please specify the date.
WHAT: Shade's regretting being bored
WARNINGS: N/A
A (Visiting)
[ It was embarrassing being touted around in the sorts of getups that they put him in. The bright orange was nearly as bad as being in all white, and while some signs that he was without his powers were gone -- he'd mastered shaving with those awful temporary razors instead of his straightedge, and he'd learned to clean himself without his preferred trappings -- there were other signs that he wasn't happy, as well he shouldn't be, he supposed. His face was leaner and gaunt, deep bags under his eyes. Older, somehow, like the passing of time was harsher, without his connection to the shadowlands. Without the immortality given to him by the hundreds of souls that were siphoned in the original ritual, and even the thousands and hundreds given to him by Culp's second, he was weak and human.
Being human felt all too wrong. To be a Victorian human was not nearly as romantic as a Victorian immortal. He still couldn't sleep, sacrificing the night for three or four days before finally collapsing. He'd managed to charm another inmate into giving him a flashlight, and his journal was well filled with cramped, small letters, chronicling not only his time here, but his past, as well. Thoughts that came to mind. Shade carried the book with him often, but it was not allowed here. He was empty handed, but not terribly surprised that he had visitors. He was, after all, a rather well-regarded person, even though he was currently in prison.
When they led him to sit, he waited, for the time that he was allowed to see his visitors. He looked around, all the other prisoners, normal people who had done some things that would lead to perhaps less time than Shade, if they were imports.
What a shame. ]
B (Recreation -- other prisoners only)
[ The longer the month wore on, the deeper Shade's bags were under his eyes. The longer things went on, the more he looked less like a man and more like a wraith. He didn't have the same schedule as other prisoners. His time was often spent in solitary, away from most of them, and nobody knew what went on in the rooms. Oh, Shade certainly wasn't willing to speak on it, but here he was, like clockwork, on his own damn schedule, as per usual. He strode like he was gliding, like there was not a care in the world.
Shade was rather good at hiding most things, although his recreation periods were often spent outside under the shade of whatever he could find, still writing in his book, or simply staring out over the rest of the yard. If he was eating, it was always with a look of disgust on his face. Offended by the mere offering. He worked, as well, as best he could, in the prison library. Not that they'd had much choice, he spent so much time there, it seemed a shame that he knew more than the actual librarian, but then again, Shade was a bit of a bibliophile. He could even be caught telling stories of his old friends, if in the right mood.
The right moods seemed to come fewer and fewer, as time wore on. ]
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Are you in hiding? [ He asked, as if it weren't a ridiculous thing for a princess to be in a jail visiting an old immortal like him. For certain, it was likely not the case, but Shade could allow a young girl her imagination, at the very least. She could, after all, have all the time in the world to be one. Shade often found humans so fascinating how long they didn't really have, but also how much they valued childhood. ]
It must be difficult, to hide your royal nature, but I once read something that said: 'It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it'. It may fit here, yes?
[ Of course, Shade would be the sort to pull old book quotes out of his proverbial hat. ]
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I've never heard that before--what's it from? [ Whatever it was, it sounded like a good book, though. ]
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[ Shade was often far more willing to share his knowledge of books and novels when he had little more to do than read books. He smiled, mildly, and lifted his eyebrows. ] I believe I have a copy, in my collection of books. If you're careful, you may borrow it.
I think you might like it.
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[ That is a goddamn lie. ]
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[ He shook his head, after a moment of consideration. Thinking about the City, no doubt, and with no fondness, but instead with the simple acceptance of a world dying.
Simply something he didn't want to live through again, that was for certain. ]
But as long as you are careful, I think you may find some that you like.
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Of course, Hime couldn't stop a world being destroyed that she didn't know about in the first place...but it still rankled her. ]
What do you mean by a world long destroyed?
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[ Shade shifted in his seat, like he was settling to tell a story, the smile on his face said clearly enough that he was, as long as she was willing to listen. His fingers twitched, like he wished for a pipe, or something to accompany the story, but as it was, he would take what he had, which was the opportunity to talk.
Shade had a fondness for it, for telling stories and sharing his past -- and there was a lot of it to share. ]
Some of us have not been home for quite some time. Over two years, for me, actually, but we've only been here for... oh nearly a year. Some of us came from a world somewhat similar to this one, although there was no war between the US and Russia.
Unfortunately, we had to live through the destruction of a world.
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And what she got was confusing. A world similar to this one? What exactly did he mean by that? And how the heck could people be pulled to two different worlds and still not know enough about what happened? ]
How did it happen?
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I can't imagine why. We were swallowed, before her sister transported us into this world. It was very exciting!
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It was kind of reassuring to know that he didn't have anything to do with this crazyness. He probably had enough on his plate as is. ]
What were these gods' names?
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[ He sighed. ] They were named for gods, but whether they were or not... I always assumed they were. The oldest, the one who destroyed this all was named Atropos. Her sister Lachesis was our...benefactor, you could say, and I hear word that the youngest was...around.
But she'd never made an appearance to me.
There's a book in my collection on Greek mythology, you might enjoy that, if you are curious.
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See, I'm asking cause I've met a god back home. His name's Blue. And well, if Blue was one of the gods here, then maybe I could help him out in trying to send us all back home.
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Really, Shade was used to learning about the different types of people, powers, and things that you could find. If anything, he almost looked interested. People who met gods, after all, were rare. ]
What's he the god of?
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He's kind of a spirit of the Earth. He's helped me and my friends out a lot during tough times back home.
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How did he help you, if you don't mind me asking? Was it with his powers?
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Mmhmm! We've met because— [ because she's a magical girl warrior ] well, it's a secret.
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[ He leaned forward, even so. He wanted to know, but old Victorian sensibilities forced him to keep from doing so. ]
I'm sure it must be exciting, regardless.
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