THE MOCK VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

[The morning atmosphere is quiet, when the Titled wake up. Not just quiet, but almost relieving. The strange sensation that they had felt since they received those terrible letters is, if not completely gone, certainly much lessened. It seems like whoever issued the threats has backed down.

It feels wonderful, doesn't it?

Though the faint, strange smell which greets their noses as they open their doors into the hallway of the Barracks might not be as wonderful as the weight that has lifted off their chests. It lingers in the air, hangs on the tongue. Its almost a bit annoying.

Perhaps someone ought to see what's causing it.]

Comments

[mogarisready]

[Ughhh why does he have to wake up like this.]

A... what?

[crywiththesaints]

This girl showed up dead. Recently limbless, too.

[mogarisready]

[His eyes widen as he takes in the corpse, nose wrinkling as the smell starts to hit him.]

Mogar does not recognize her.

[crywiththesaints]

Nor do I, and I don't let things pass me by.

paging mod for power time?

[mogarisready]

Strange.

[But it's got him thinking... just, who is she?]

And It Is The Dusk of Her Dream

[strangerpeople]

[Who indeed.

A cold breeze flows through Mogar, wind howling in his ears. For a second, a brief second, the body looks different. The eyes, at least. Alive.

A voice, gurgling with blood, filled with contempt and superiority, echoes in the air even though the mouth doesn't move.]

...You idiot. Haha! You stupid human. This isn’t going to stop me from-!

[The voice suddenly cuts like a string cleaved by a sword. The light of illusory life dies in those eyes. The wind passes, and all is silent.

Even though he's never heard the voice before, Even though the victim has clearly been dead for some time. Mogar is instantly - inexplicably - filled with understanding as to what he and he alone just heard.

That was the victim's voice he just heard.]

[mogarisready]

Gah!

[The wind that blows through Mogar is, at the same moment, both comforting and then unnerving.

He hears the voice, sees the light in those eyes for a split second, but he can't see where it's coming from. It doesn't make any sense. It couldn't make sense.

He whips around, hand gripping the broadsword, eyes wildly scanning the room for a person that was lying right at their feet.]