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forgethertoo) wrote2024-03-24 09:30 am
forgethertoo) wrote2024-03-24 09:30 am
[[half interlude/half open post + entropy manipulation: a fatalistic warning]]
FOR EVERYONE
Aornis is mildly irritated. For all everyone in this place talks about fresh starts and second chances, she doles out some measly nightmares and eradicates a few non-essential memories and all of a sudden, everyone is acting as though they've discovered a grand villainous conspiracy. It's irritating because she should feel flattered that she's caused this much trouble with so little action. After all, she can sense it. Every mention, every ping.
The problem is, the current situation doesn't feel evil enough. Would her brother Acheron be proud of her for what she's done so far? No. It's not quite as bad as her brother Styx's "evil deeds" but it all feels rather pathetic. She's well aware that she's the villain of this place, in terms of the narrative. That particular narrative intent is so strong, it's nearly hitting her over the head with it. Although she can't tell who the hero is supposed to be, it is perhaps time to fully step into that role. She is a Hades, after all.
At the moment, she's debating her options. She could just wipe everyone's memory and start fresh. That would be the easiest way to handle this situation. It's a distinct possibility. There's a slight issue with that plan... but she's taking care of it. Aornis is currently rolling over these issues with a Moscow mule somewhere public, if anybody would like to speak with her...
FOR SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR
It's a small coincidence. Very small in the grand scheme of things. In a hallway off to the side of the main area of the mansion, a sheet of paper sits on the floor, undiscovered and unnoticed up until now. Perhaps it was dropped by Susan and Lancelot when they were moving the boxes of papers inside. It's an application for a library card; very nondescript in nature. Name (William Jones), DOB (January 13th), Sex (M), City and State (Boston, MA). The rest is blank as if whoever started filling it out had been interrupted.
Aornis is mildly irritated. For all everyone in this place talks about fresh starts and second chances, she doles out some measly nightmares and eradicates a few non-essential memories and all of a sudden, everyone is acting as though they've discovered a grand villainous conspiracy. It's irritating because she should feel flattered that she's caused this much trouble with so little action. After all, she can sense it. Every mention, every ping.
The problem is, the current situation doesn't feel evil enough. Would her brother Acheron be proud of her for what she's done so far? No. It's not quite as bad as her brother Styx's "evil deeds" but it all feels rather pathetic. She's well aware that she's the villain of this place, in terms of the narrative. That particular narrative intent is so strong, it's nearly hitting her over the head with it. Although she can't tell who the hero is supposed to be, it is perhaps time to fully step into that role. She is a Hades, after all.
At the moment, she's debating her options. She could just wipe everyone's memory and start fresh. That would be the easiest way to handle this situation. It's a distinct possibility. There's a slight issue with that plan... but she's taking care of it. Aornis is currently rolling over these issues with a Moscow mule somewhere public, if anybody would like to speak with her...
FOR SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR
It's a small coincidence. Very small in the grand scheme of things. In a hallway off to the side of the main area of the mansion, a sheet of paper sits on the floor, undiscovered and unnoticed up until now. Perhaps it was dropped by Susan and Lancelot when they were moving the boxes of papers inside. It's an application for a library card; very nondescript in nature. Name (William Jones), DOB (January 13th), Sex (M), City and State (Boston, MA). The rest is blank as if whoever started filling it out had been interrupted.
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He leans in to peer closely at the tree. "Is that... Yggdrasil?" he wonders, tilting his head.
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When Magnus sets down the book, the hallway has changed. It's a replica hallway of the Yushukan Museum in Tokyo. Samurai swords locked in glass cases line either side of the hall and a series of ceiling fans slowly spin high above him. A light rattling sound emanates from one of the fans. It almost feels like summer; the sunlight is bright and the air is humid. At the end of the hallway far in the distance, there's another exhibit room.
The summer sun streams in from the windows to his left and there's a particular beam that focuses on one spot on the glass case that's right next to him. It's lit up, difficult to ignore. There's a crack in the glass that looks like the shape of an M. For... Magnus?
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At that same moment, coincidentally, a bolt in the rattling ceiling fan comes loose and the entire ceiling fan falls from above. It's still attached to the ceiling by a wire, which means it's dipping and swooping towards him--
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But Jack isn't there. Jack is off with Xin Mo, or Red Hilt, or whoever. Something about not wanting to be around all the sappiness at camp without a dame of his own on his arm. All he can do is grip Lan Wangji's jade token and wish he had anything -- maybe the sword in the case? Maybe he could go for that?
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The metal framework of the case that's behind him is sent flying by the impact of the fan and ricochets into the first display case. The angle that the metal framework hits the first case is perfectly, impeccably, coincidentally set so that it sends both sharp shards of glass as well as the samurai sword flying directly at Mangus with great speed.
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