The Hamlet Streets

[lunardusters]

Nodding again, speaking to herself,

".. I suppose I should try to find the inn, wherever it is.."

[speakeroftruths]

[Yaa]

She nods, gently waving a hand as though regally dismissing a subject from her court in this chilly Town square.

"Perhaps I will see you there later. It might be wise for me to find a berth on land, lest my dear captain try to shanghai me to avoid dear mama's wrath on returning home short her daughter. If not, I'll see you around, eh?"

[EloHim]

Jul 10, 2020 21:38:18 GMT -8 lunardusters said:

Nodding again, speaking to herself,

".. I suppose I should try to find the inn, wherever it is.."

And then she sees them. Standing near the door, leading to the somewhat welcoming insides of Hook's Tavern, a familiar pair, seen only by her. A person in a black skinsuit with a white mask...and a person in a spacious brown-and-red robe adorned with bone  and with a skeletal bird's head for a mask, its eyes glowing with dark amber. They seem to chat between themselves about something.

[lunardusters]

.. Them.

Sonya looks around for a moment, blinking, waving Yaa goodbye and waiting for her to go elsewhere before standing and approaching the figures.

".. why have you come here, of all places? Is Pestilence in the fate of this place, too?"

[ricarditoreyes]

[Eileen]

As she gracelessly climbs off the stagecoach body, Eileen Redsworth pauses to take in her surroundings. Nothing special, it seemed. There was a Tavern, an Abbey, and a statue smack center of the town. Nothing strange, but she expected something special. Something that made this place draw men from faraway lands with the promise of gold and glory. But, for the time being, this place would have to do. Her back was killing her. The long ride through the woods definitely didn't help with that. She leans against the statue in the center of the Hamlet, contemplating the words of those who warned her. She was too old for this life, they said. Foolish as they were to insist that, they were right about one thing. It wasn't going to be easy. She waits there for nothing in particular.

[EloHim]

"-Hello to you too, then. As impolite as always." - Bird says, turning their beak to Sonya.
"-Can't blame her, can we? Last time was..."- the timid voice of Tragedian, always the defender, easy to hope, easy to despair. Always an opposing voice to the Bird's unchanging cynicism.
"-Last time was last time. This is different. In many ways, Seer. Too many to count."
"-Too many to tell too, alas. You know how it is. Your past successful service allows some leniency from our side, but we're not allowed any outright intervention." -he puts his hands together in front of his mask, each movement overaccentualised, as if he was too eager to move his limbs at all.
"-Not like she needs any."- an audible smirk from the Bird was all Sonya was getting.- "She got enough hints in the past and our very appearance here should refresh her memory in that regard...Unless a less subtle reminder is required?"
"-I so love the memory of our little chats!" - the ever-excitable Tragedian seemed...even more excited than he usually was. Which hardly seemed possible...yet there they were.

[lunardusters]

Hesitant, for a moment. Processing this, the beings she stares at, what it all means.

"I suppose," starting, then stopping, "My journey here's just begun? I can only begin to imagine what's in store this time, if not a plague.."

Another beat. ".. but I'm alone here, am I not? You followed me alone here? The others, from Gorhon-"

[EloHim]

"Your journey - sure. But this Play has been going on for probably longer than you've been alive, that much anyone could tell you."- Tragedian nods along to some unheard rhythm.
"And we didn't follow you here, we have much better things to do than follow around previous acquaintances." - Some venom seeps through Bird's words.
"We've been here since the beginning. Someone needed to set the decorations and prep the secondary characters."- Tragedian points at all the people walking around them.
"And someone needs to clean all the trash out after all is said and done."
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"We will neither confirm nor deny."- Bird says,straightening out its back.
"Sorry, no spoilers. You gonna have enough of those, anyway."- Tragedian shrugs, and slumps his shoulders, seemingly disappointed.
"You have one last question to ask before we have to move on, so I do suggest some thinking.” - Bird urges, as if something pushes him for time.

[lunardusters]

"...."

Hesitant, thinking, as had been suggested. What did they want..?

".. Secondary characters? What did you mean by that?"

[EloHim]

"Did she already forget?"
"Must be so. Nothing unexpected."
"Poor thing. Here, let me jog your memory real quick.” - Tragedian springs up and touches Sonya’s forehead with his index finger.

And then Sonya’s vision blurs for a moment, with everything around her seemingly slowing down..
It's Gorhon all over again. Everyone around her...same faces repeating over and over - male, female, young boys and girls... unique traits noticeable only if you look really hard. Special people hiding in places safe from violence...Mortuses in birdly attires standing near the houses riddled with Sand Plague. Her own face on the body of another woman...like looking in the mirror...

“...So it's all a deception to you?...Where did you even come from?”
A familiar male voice seemingly coming from behind her tears her out for the vision, and she is alone. No birds or tragedians in sight.

[lunardusters]

"No, I don't deceive people."

She responds, instinctively, her own mind too occupied with everything she'd just remembered. Gorhon. Memories, specific memories that hazed with time now felt like yesterday.
The others. That's right - the other two, and everyone else. Herself, most importantly. That.. other her.

Turning around to locate the origin of the voice and seeing nothing as she realizes that Yaa was wrong. She isn't anonymous here. She can't run from her past.
Sonya - that is her name, right? Sonya can't run forever. Never should have run in the first place.

The performance isn't over yet, and she was a fool for thinking it was.

A sigh. Nothing our Seer can do about it now. There never was. All she can do now is let the show go on and try her best to pull on her strings.
Sonya places a hand on the door to the tavern, takes a deep breath, and enters stage right.

[Transition to Tavern]

[Dane Outlast]

*after a long and bumpy ride into the hamlet, Dane exits the stagecoach and walks into the town square, dressed in his full armor. Looking around, he decides to walk over and take a seat next to the ancestor statue*

[Kidney]

Dane's steps back into the square were laden with dark intentions and a belly full of wrathful fire. He hoped to aim this energy at someone, hopefully, soon. His eyes were cast to the cobble before him, and the now see-able Bounty Board, which annoyed him greatly. The great bit of corkboard that made him sick, so haphazard, so underutilized. No one was required to fucking anything, just signing up for a goddamn expedition to find treasures in old ruins. Dane hated it. The Evils That Lay In Wait lurked so close to their fetid village, yet no one seemingly had any urgency about it. 

He spied a man Crusader's garb near to himself. A suitable man, seemingly, sitting like an asshole alone and boringly. "You!" He yelled, pointing a finger in his direction. "What are you doing sittin' about?"

[Dane Outlast]

*Dane's head shoots up and toward whoever was shouting at him, only to see a pissed of bounty hunter storming toward him. Despite his heavy armor, Dane jumps up and readies his sword* Who the fuck are you?!

[Kidney]

Dane's face grew stern. He stopped, and aimed a cocked look to The Man's arms and armor. "Who are you?" He asked in return, readying himself before he observed the man's means of possible attack. He was beyond the range of a sword, and meant to keep it that way. His eyes were tracing over The Man's every move. He did not want to attack, but it wasn't off the table.