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What a turn of events! Dope
Aya was vaguely aware of a presence hovering close to her, a palm resting on her forhead. She heard names she recognized... Jason, Heidi... her classmates.
Pain lanced through her skull and Aya curled deeper into herself, gritting her teeth.
There was another voice. It flowed like music, dipping and weaving through her mind, something familiar in the cadence of it. Finally, Aya forced her eyes open. Her vision still swam and doubled, but she could barely make out a figure hovering above her, the warmth of its skin on her face. It was dark wherever she was, a farcry from the light and bustle of the city street. Aya squinted, fighting against the pain to get her senses to work. The ringing was slowly subsiding but her limbs still felt ill-fitted for her body, too heavy, too long, too tight, like nothing fit the way it was supposed to.
"Wait," she managed in a small, strained voice. They were planning to go to Nocturn themselves. "They have guns." Jason and Heidi had powers, sure. But Aya didn't want them going in blind and getting shot. Wincing, Aya squeezed her eyes shut again against the headache. "They're waiting for us." Rubbing her eyes again she tried once more to open them. It was still so dark. "Where -- where are we? Is the monster still there? Where's everyone else?"
tragique. here's the cs i had anyway for posterity's sake. have a fun rp!
hhhhhhey there. this accepting? because it's about time for me to make a bad decision and it looks like this might be the place to do it.
Aya sat with Uná in her mindspace, the two girls talking with a forced sort of cheer, the reality of their situation an ever-looming spectre hanging over them. They were cut off though, when a voice echoed through the space.
"Tell them to fucking bring it."
A chill ran up Aya's spine. She looked at Uná.
"I think that's my cue," she said. She reached out to hold Uná's hand one last time. "Remember, we'll get to you as soon as we can." Giving a squeeze, Aya released the younger girl. "Just hang on until then." She pulled her mouth into her best attempt at a reassuring smile. Then Aya closed her eyes and found herself back in the astral version of the car, Uná and her kidnapper on either side of her.
"We're going to Nocturn." Aya blinked. That announcement was... convenient. Her eyes widened though as the man instructed his staff. Guns. They were getting ready for a war. How were they going to get Uná back from men with guns? Why did he even want Uná?
Aya bit her lip, looking at the starry outline of the man. The harsh cut of his jaw, the dangerous glint of his eyes... who was he? Aya took a moment to study him, worry building in her chest. She had to get back to the Avalon to tell her classmates where Uná was. Closing her eyes, she took a deep inhale... then pulled herself back to the physical world.
Aya slammed into her body with a gasp. Falling backwards, she stumbled and collapsed. The snap back to reality was so jarring that she barely even noticed as she hit the floor.
Her body felt wrong. Her chest was too tight. Her limbs were too long. Every movement, every breath, took too much effort, like she had to fight her muscles to even cooperate. Her vision was black. Her ears were ringing. A piercing headache shot through her skull. Aya thought she might throw up.
Too far, echoed in her mind. Too far, too fast.
Aya coughed like her lungs were full of water, terrible shaking breaths ripping her lungs apart. Somehow she managed to sit forward, curling in on herself, knees drawn up. Her whole body trembled as she forced her hands up to press against her closed eyes. Her face was wet, either from tears or the cold sweat that had broken out over her body.
How was it this terrible? She'd felt nothing on the astral plane.
"Nocturn," she managed to force out. Her voice was soft and desperate, like she had to fight to even make her vocal chords work. "Uná --" She winced, her spine curling into a tighter arc as another stab of pain shot through her skull. She didn't know where she was or if there was even anyone nearby to hear her. Aya's mind had narrowed to the pain and the feeling of not belonging in her body, like she was intruding and it was never meant for her at all.
Uná O'Brian
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Aya sped through the streets of LA, keeping pace with the car. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself faster, pulling the car closer and closer. She reached out a slender hand to touch the car and --
Aya found herself seated in the backseat. To one side sat a tall, menacing presence, his soul dark and flickering. To the other:
“Uná!”
Her soul was… muted somehow. Aya furrowed her eyebrows. What did that mean? Was she hurt? Aya slowly raised a hand, hesitating a moment. Then she reached out to touch Uná. The world snapped into focus around her.
Uná sat in a room that was not the dorm room. The walls were aqua in color and they faded to a sea green as they rippled like water. There was a mirror on one wall as if it were a dance studio. Uná was dressed in a pale powder blue flowing dress that just came down to her knees. Her head was tilted back and eyes closed. She hummed “Spring” by Vivaldi and tapped her feet to the beat. The humming sounded like it was more than one person. “I know you’re there.” This was Uná’s voice but not Uná’s voice. There was something extra in it or when she spoke that she spoke with more than one voice.
Uná looked over at Aya and smiled. “Hello Aya.” Uná’s eyes were fully black and very alien like with no whites and certainly no color other than black. It was a black that seemed to reflect different colors as if black could be iridescent.
Silver eyes blinked at black ones. Aya looked around at the room, at Uná. A dream? Uná was sleeping. Aya didn’t know she could enter dreams.
“Uná are you ok?” was the first thing out of her mouth. “You’re in a car with some man. Do you remember what happened?” Aya bit her lip, bringing her arms up to hug herself. “I’m back at the club.” She’d never told Uná about her powers, she realized. “There’s some sort of monster there or something.”
Uná tilted her head birdlike. “Pity. You are safer here. The Sluagh would be hungry. You would be useful later. That man doesn’t know the consequences of what he’s done. I remember breaking free. I remember doing what I want for once. That I remember. She remembered more and her memories were… intoxicating. "On to more important things...like how did you get here?”
Aya raised a concerned eyebrow. Was… was she still drunk? “This is… what I can do, I guess.” Aya shook her head. “But Uná,” she started, “if that monster is yours, can you get rid of it? People are getting hurt. I even heard gunfire.” It’d been loud and all-consuming, like being close to an aerial on New Year’s Eve.
Uná stood up and walked over to the mirror touching it absently with a fingertip. She looked over her shoulder at Aya. “If it were mine it wouldn’t be there Aya. Think about this. Come come now you can put two and two together and make four. Here let me help you out a bit.” Uná walked away from the mirror back to Aya but her reflection stayed. The Uná in the mirror looked around and caught sight of Aya, her eyes the normal clear blue. She was talking but with no sounds. She was pounding on the mirror and trying to get Aya to understand something, again no sounds.
Aya cast a wary gaze to Uná before moving to the mirror. A tentative hand lifted, fingers grazing the cold surface.
The black eyes. The confusing, condescending way she spoke. Aya turned to look back at the Uná standing in the middle of the room.
“Who are you?” Her voice was stronger than she expected, fortified by anger and worry for her friend.
Uná rolled her eyes. “Uná. Ask me a hard question.”
Aya narrowed her own. “What are you?”
Uná smiled. “That’s better. I suppose I can tell you but I must warn you if you repeat this at all to anyone including me there will be dire consequences.”
Aya stood her ground, watching the black-eyed Uná. She would not be intimidated, even as she felt her heart hammering in her chest. She placed a hand behind her back, fingers against the mirror.
Uná’s smile broadened. “I warned you. Who knows if you remember after you leave. So are you following that I am Uná and so is she?” Uná points to her reflection that is getting really frustrated now.
Aya didn’t respond, growing tired with her tone.
Uná sneered. “Fine. Whatever. I am her Tuatha da Danaan aspect. I am her and she is me. I’m just a part of her that was buried and locked away in the transition to this realm. That thing back there is out to drag her back to find out who my real parents are. See isn’t that wonderful? Now that you have all that knowledge and I’ve unburdened myself I can relax.” She sat down and smiled at Aya again.
Her words swirled around Aya, some making sense, others confusing her completely. Tuatha da… what? Uná was Irish, she knew, so it was probably related to that. She was adopted, too, Aya remembered.
“Let her out.”
Gritting her teeth Uná snarled. “Fine. I’ll be back later though.” Walking up to the mirror she walked into it and merged with the other Uná who came stumbling out of the mirror.
“AYA!!!” she threw her arms around the other girl in a hug.
Aya hugged Uná back, wary but relieved. Was… was it that easy?
“Are you ok?” she asked, pulling back. “How much do you remember?”
Uná winced. I remember drinking, dancing with Nik, kissing Nik, drinking more, dancing…” Uná blushed. “If you can call that dancing...ohmygod I made out with Frost. I have to tell Nikolai...and I don’t want to…” Uná put her face in her hands. “Then something shifted and something called my name or somethings...did I pass out? How are you here? What’s going on?”
“I’m back at the club actually. This is just… what I do. You’re in a car driving through LA right now. I think we’re in your dream. That albino man you were dancing with --” ‘dancing with’ “took you. But before you left, some… monster appeared.” Aya searched for the word the other Uná had used. “A… sluagh?” Aya pressed her lips together. “Uná, do you remember anything after? Being in the mirror?”
Uná looked up from her hands. “Mirror? No…” She looked confused. “How did you know the term for the dregs of the fairy courts? What do you mean a sluagh? I didn’t do that. I should be able to tell you. I knew when I made Isaac I just wasn’t conscious.” Uná started to get mad. “That jerk took me?!?!? I hope you guys find him and force him to have to sit on his foot to eat it!!!”
Aya shook her head. “I’ll explain later,” she said, remembering the other Uná’s warning. Aya was absolutely going to tell a teacher once they were out of this mess, but telling Uná while in her mind seemed like a foolish idea. Who knew what the other one could hear? “I’m following you right now so whenever you stop moving I’ll tell the others where to find you.”
Uná smirked. “Boy that is handy. I guess it’s hurry up and wait at this point then. How long can you be away from your body?”
Aya shrugged. “My record is three days but I think I can go longer. I’m not sure how far I can go from my body either, but I guess we’ll find out.” Testing time or distance hadn’t come up yet with Prof. Everose. They’d mostly been working on maintaining a connection with her body, hence why it was currently standing against the club wall rather than collapsed on the ground.
Uná looked concerned at Aya. “Can you find me again if you have to leave?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “I didn’t even know I could do this. I’ll stay with you as long as I can though.” Aya paused. “Actually, I should probably check to see if you’ve stopped moving yet.”
Uná nodded. She swallowed nervously and tried to smile. “So have anything else to talk about? I really don't want to dwell on my situation.”
Aya took Uná’s hand and gave it a small squeeze. “I know,” she said, giving her a sympathetic look. “I’m just going to have a quick look outside. If they’re still driving then I’ll be right back. If I’m not back… then that just means we’re already on our way to get you.” Aya gave a weak smile. “And hey,” she continued, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind the taller girl’s ear. It was a move she remembered her father doing to her countless times. “You’re tough. Way tougher than some bar creep. I bet by the time we get to you, you won’t even need our help.”
Uná laughed weakly as if trying to hold back tears. “Thanks Aya. Let’s hope you're right.” Uná swallowed back the tears and cleared her throat and sat up straighter. “Right. I got this.”
Aya gave her hand one last squeeze before pulling back.
She… she actually had no idea how to leave this space. She closed her eyes. Did she just… will herself back to the astral plane? Was it like turning her power on and off? Aya’s brow furrowed as she tried to concentrate.
An eye peaked open. Uná was still in front of her. She skewed her mouth to the side and took a deep breath. Her shoulders dropped as she tried to relax. Then --
Aya found herself back on the astral plane. She blinked her eyes open to herself back in the car, two souls shining on either side of her, constellations speeding around her. The car was still moving, then. Aya sighed, disappointed. She actually was a bit concerned about how long she could keep this up for. She knew time probably wouldn’t be an issue, but distance… Aya didn’t want to know what happened if she took her soul too far from her body. Not to mention, she’d just left her body in a crowded, hectic area in the middle of a monster attack. She could only hope one of her classmates found her body and took care of it. If not one of them…
Oh god. Her eyes widened.
She was using her power in the middle of a crowd. If she was just standing, catatonic, then that was one thing, but had she closed her eyes? Panic started to rise in Aya’s chest. Prof. Everose had told her her eyes turned silver when she used her power. If her eyes were open and someone saw…
They’d know.
Fear was petrifying as it twined around her heart. Aya was only just becoming used to the idea of becoming a mutant. She’d never even said the words out loud to herself before. But she was going to be discovered. Everyone would find out. And then there would be a short line to draw from her mutation to Kainoa.
Aya’s mind spiralled, switching rapidly between panic, regret, and self-loathing. What was she going to do? What was she going to do?! Aya was fairly certain that if she had a body she’d be hyperventilating. She brought the heels of her hands up to press into her eyes. Idiot… She’d been so careful up until now.
All for nothing.
Aya’s hands fell back into her lap as she dropped her head back to look up at the sky through the car roof. Two souls flickered and glowed on either side of her, just edging into her peripheral vision.
She turned to look at the more commanding of the two souls, the towering man who'd stolen Uná from them. She took in his face, outlined by stars. Then she turned to look at Uná again. Her soul seemed more vibrant at least; stronger, like whatever had been dampening it was gone. Aya thought back to the odd black-eyed Uná. This was the second classmate of hers now with some hidden, darker half.
She furrowed her eyebrows. She had to stay with Uná. As much as she wanted to go back to her body, make sure her secret was safe, as terrified as she was... she couldn't leave her friend. Aya didn't know if she'd be able to find them again if she went back. And Uná was more or less helpless while unconscious. Who knew when she'd wake up? She had to stay. For Uná.
And if she was discovered, then... well, she supposed it was no more than what she deserved.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Aya dropped her head back again, steeling herself. Uná first. Then she'd deal with whatever came after.
Aya sat back up and opened her eyes. Then she reached out to touch Uná again. The next moment she found herself back in the familiar room, as solid and bright as if it were real, sitting across from her roommate.
"Looks like it's you and me for a bit more," she said, forcing a smile. All there was to do now was to distract both of them from whatever was to come.
Aya sat in their little corner of Avalon, laughing with the other girls as they drank and shouted over the pounding music. She nursed her first drink, feeling awkward and out of place, but appreciating the opportunity to go out with other teens and feel normal. Her outfit was casual, a cute navy blue romper with little golden stars (with zippered pockets) and a pair of heeled ankle-high boots.
She brought her glass to her lips again, viewing the crowd. A blush rose to her cheeks and she looked down again when a man across the club raised his drink and winked at her. No, this definitely wasn’t her scene.
A foreign voice entered her mind. Aya went frozen, eyes wide. It whispered and coaxed, sending a chill down her back. And then it was gone. Aya looked around to see her other classmates reacting too. She hasn’t been the only one to hear it. She kept her lips pressed together.
Sitting in silence, she took another sip from her drink, the hot bite of alcohol doing little to warm her blood. Aya looked up again to scan the crowd for a familiar shock of red hair. As Uná’s roommate, she felt responsible for looking out for the younger girl. Nik had whisked her away to dance just a bit ago and–
There she was. But she wasn’t with Nik. A tall albino man was dancing with her. Aya’s hair went on end. Something about this man... the harsh light in his eyes, the set of his mouth...
Dangerous, her instincts whispered.
Aya put down her glass and excused herself from the group. Uná could take care of herself she knew... but Uná was also a drunk 15 year old at a club, dancing with a towering man who looked hungry. Aya’s mind started spinning with excuses to pull her away as she watched them move away to a table.
She pushed and slipped through the crowd, trying to keep her gaze on them when a laugh echoed through the club. It was a dark, heavy thing. Aya paused. The laugh came again. And then there were screams.
Aya looked over her shoulder to see what could only be called a demon. Memories of Drake in the library flashed through her mind. Gun shots reverberated through the club and Aya threw her hands over her ringing ears. She turned again to see the table empty. A flash of white hair mixed with orange swept through the nearby door.
”Uná!” Aya broke into a run. Or she tried to at least, as she shoved her way through the throng of frantic people.
Reaching the door and falling outside was like a dam bursting, people pouring out into the open air. Aya fought to stay upright, ducking against the building’s wall to avoid being trampled. She looked up again, desperate for —
There. The man slipped into a car and it sped off into the distance. Fear clutches at Aya’s throat. Uná was gone, Uná was kidnapped —
And then like instinct, like breathing, Aya snapped into the astral plane. Without a second thought, she sent her spirit running after the car. The starlit world moves quickly around her — quicker than it should have. Aya sprinted and there was no ache in her chest, no deep gasping for breath. But still the car sped ahead of her. Furrowing her brow, Aya urged herself faster.
And then she was flying.
Aya soared through the astral plane, keeping pace with the car. All she knew was that she couldn’t lose them, she had to see wherever it was they were taking her roommate.
Her body stood forgotten against the wall, still and quiet as people panicked around her. Her eyes were open, pale and sparkling like galaxies.
happy holidays my wonderful patient writing partners <3
life is crazy why are holidays so hectic but maybe there will be a christmas miracle~~~
life is crazy why are holidays so hectic but maybe there will be a christmas miracle~~~
Frankie
Frankie licked her fingers, tossing the empty paper bag in a trashcan as she walked down the sidewalk. The rain had let up, and the umbrella hung from her slender wrist. Over the past fifteen minutes she'd made her way through the city, turning around corners on a whim, taking in the sights and sounds of Yeojin. Her fingers went up to her necklace, an iron chain with a large white pearl dangling from it. She toyed with the pearl in her fingers, warm and smooth. It was an active metropolis, diverse though still segregated it seemed -- though that wasn't noteworthy. Frankie was apparently in one of the older commercial districts. The population here seemed to be almost entirely human, though she'd passed a dwarf who'd looked terribly out of place. She was on an emptier street now, free of the people that seemed to litter everywhere else in this city. Frankie looked through the windows of brightly lit shops as she meandered, for now content to --
She froze. Her eyes locked on to a familiar symbol: a circular crest of a butterfly, wings outstretched. Above it was an inclomplete circle, representing the moon. Frankie stepped to the shop window, fingers grazing the glass. The crest was gleaming brass, old but clearly cared for. It adorned the hilt of a tanto in a simple black lacquered sheath wih a red tie.
Frankie hadn't seen that crest since...
Well.
Th corner of her mouth quirked up, her eyes bright. Steping back, Frankie looked up at the shop's sign. Sparrow's Antiques. The window was cluttered with various other bobbles, a music box, a terrifying porcelain doll, shining jewelry... but Frankie only had eyes for the dagger, tucked to the side.
The light was still on in the shop. A stooped old man was inside, cleaning up for the night and counting his money. Frankie moved to the door. Finding it locked, she started knocking. The man looked up and made a disgruntled expression. He waved her away before turning back to his money.
Frankie's eyes narrowed. She started knocking again, the sound inside the shop louder and more incessant than it'd been before. The man's eyes snapped up to her, looking affronted.
Frankie smiled sweetly. She pointed down at the doorknob.
The man gave a great heaving sigh and rolled his eyes. Placing his money back below the counter, shuffled through the shop towards the door. Frankie's smile grew as she heard the lock click free and the man pulled the door open.
"We're--"
There was a great crash in the back of the shop, through the doorway that Frankie assumed was storage. The man's eyes went wide.
"Damn it!" he cursed, slamming the front door shut and turning to hurry to the site of the crash. Frankie brought a hand up to stop the door just before it closed. She waited until the old man was out of sight before slipping through the doorway. She moved to the window, grabbed the tanto, and stuffed the much larger umbrella in its place.
The old man's confused muttering drifted through the shop. Frankie looked over her shoulder with a smirk. He moved faster on those old legs than she'd expected. Seemed he already realized there was no crash.
Frankie slipped back out the door, closing it behind her and started walking down the street again. She held the tanto up, admiring the way the city lights played on the shining black sheath. She looked at the crest again. He would've absolutely hated that she had this. With her other hand she grabbed the hilt and pulled the blade an inch free of its sheath. The dagger's metal gleamed at her, the hint of some etching on the blade just below the sheath. Frankie pushed it closed again.
Content with herself, she lowered the tanto and continued her exploration of the city.
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