capeandcowllogs | Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering

WHO: Everyone who's signed up for the Shadow Märchen plot and the people who get involved with them.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: February 1st through February 9th. Specify the dates when you tag in.
WARNINGS: Probably a lot, since this is a festival of dark sides.
SUMMARY: The City plays host to a twisted theater of the mind as numerous imPorts become darkened, monstrous versions of themselves.
FORMAT: To be chosen by the thread-starters.

The start of a new month shouldn't mean anything special for the City--but this time, it does. Even if it's only because of an accident.

The pull of despair within each victim might come from nowhere, or it might seem like the most natural extension in the world of their current circumstances. However it manifests, the results come quickly: one living shadow all too eager to broadcast its nature far and wide, attached to a monstrous witch that warps the world around it in order to feel at home.

Where once there was an ordinary building, there now might lurk the entrance to a distorted dimension controlled by one of those witches. Where once there was a friend, there's probably now a monster. Can't find the friend that's become this monster? Don't worry too much about missing the chance--the familiars of their witch roam the streets looking for those who can be dragged into the labyrinth.

But take heart: what's within is still the same familiar person...in its own way.

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"Yeah..."

April was...concerned. This was more City stuff, wasn't it. Wasn't it? There was no way actual libraries were like this...though that would explain a lot of Leslie's fiery passion against them. Wrapping her arms around herself in a defensive hunch, April started moving down the nearest hall, power walking into what she hoped would turn out to be Larsa Standing Next To A Fire Escape Room.

"Stop being bad weird. Not okay...okay?"

Not that it would really help her, the Imperials move closer spears drawn and closing in on April. Would they bring her to him to dispense with? No, but that did not mean that the ever changing nature of the labyrinth was not to her advantage. They were slowed down by the fact that Larsa's hidden aversion to the truth would change the layout of the bottom floor.

He couldn't hear, though it would have mattered little. Larsa stood above the city, not quite looking at it because it has become a place that he had loved so much. This tower would protect it wouldn't it? It had to.

And while it had been years since April ditched competitive sports, years of escaping the consequences of her actions had kept her in pretty good shape. Meaning that when she started running- not walking- through the moving corridors, she got to a pretty decent top speed. Even on the stairs. She didn't stop and do anything silly like think about where she was going, just ran where the halls lead her.

"I hate this stupid place!"

Her lack of pattern would actually work in her favor. Unsure of where she was trying to go, the hallways wouldn't actually change that rapidly until it was too late.

Up on the roof, Larsa was already taking his position as Emperor. Sitting upon a throne, facing that one door that would reveal the person that went through the labyrinth- he'd face it with guilt.

"Oh my god."

Angry bursts through the door in an angry- and, okay, she can be honest- terrified huff. Still driven forward by momentum, she very nearly ends up sprawled out on the floor at Larsa's feet as she tries to slow down. Instead, she takes several half-stumbled steps forward, arms flailing for a moment as she catches her balance and finally looks up-

"You- you're seriously sitting?"

He looks down at her from behind the armor, the monster inside making a disapproving noise at her comment.

"Where else would the Emperor be?" It says, giving her a curious head tilt. "Sure not at someone's knees."

"I don't know- parades? Feasts? Or, hey. Getting me the hell out of here."

Though she's righted herself, April doesn't step closer to the figure- in fact, despite her words, the tone is shaky, and she takes a step back. This is why she never goes to libraries.

"They do not." Larsa would never sneer in such a bitter way, but seeing as it was the side of himself that he kept hidden away for so many years, despite being "at peace" with how things turned out. He has his regrets.

"They sit, hearing about how their sacrifice is moot for the glory of their people and their kingdom whilst hearing about the transgressions of their predecessors."

Oh he laughed, "How am I to fix his transgressions, April? When the biggest one is that I did not stop him in time?"

Ugh. Five dollar words. April is getting the feeling she is not going to be getting a 'get out of jail free card' here, but hey. Can't hurt to try. So she keeps with the slowly backing away plan.

"I don't-" Ngh. Okay. Focus, April. "Someone else messing up isn't your problem?"

"It is my problem," He hisses, "Woe is it to Larsa, to have a brother named Vayne."

Isn't it? He can't help it, those feelings of anger rising to the surface and daring to show.

"He did this, he did all of this."

"I don't even know what this is. And, seriously-"

She frowns. Hesitating for a brief moment on the next step back as a thought occurs.

"Wait. You have brothers?"

"Had." He snaps, "Three."

Three brothers, he knows not of what happens to the first two. The more he found out about his family via journals and intelligence reports, the more that he wonders what happens to the fate of his loved ones. Drace, whom Vayne had pitted as a traitor, he knew she was too loyal to his father and his brother. Landis, Nabudis, all the lands that he had seen ransacked by the Empire.

"You have before you the last of the honorable Solidors."

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