The Desolate.   Posted by Fatemaker.Group: 0
Barry
 Reckoner, 420 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 04:32
The Desolate
In reply to Thrush (msg # 53):

"Me, no... " he says sarcastically. "I obviously came here looking for interviews" he smiles back.
Thrush
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 05:08
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 54):

She laughed, covering her mouth with a dainty hand.

"So?" She draped herself on the wall, "Will you be joining me?"
Barry
 Reckoner, 421 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 05:59
The Desolate
In reply to Thrush (msg # 55):

Wow...Shes so cute he thinks to himself. That would be amazing but these claws...Can i play it off as part of my powers.

"Why of course!" he says but pauses. "What do you guys take for payment?" he asks.
Thrush
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 06:08
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 56):

The woman paused abruptly and turned to face Barry quizzically. You get the impression this isn't something Epics usually ask.

"Payment?" She inquired, "There is no payment for a person such as yourself."
Barry
 Reckoner, 422 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 06:14
The Desolate
In reply to Thrush (msg # 57):

"Ah. Sorry for the question, i'm new here so i'm not familiar with the customs." Barry replies. "I just did not want to leave lovely as yourself feel cheated afterwards."

"I'm glad to hear i wont leave you feeling lost."
Thrush
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 06:23
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 58):

Thrush seemed just as perplexed at the apology, but held her tongue.

Wordless, she moved to a door and, after producing a key from somewhere on her person, opened it to swing silently into a room. Barry could glimpse what look like paintings inside, and you guess it's decorated in a similarly themed fashion to Crane's.

She caught Barry's eye, then disappeared into the room.
Barry
 Reckoner, 423 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 06:44
The Desolate
In reply to Thrush (msg # 59):

Fuck... Shes suspiscious

Barry looks feels lost. It was falling apart after a single question and going in would likely just make things more complicated.

Maybe i should just disappear for now.

Barry walks away as Diffusion, Back down the hallway.
Wren
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 07:14
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 60):

Just as Barry turns to go down the hall, he sees a familiar face.

Wren rushed down the hallway with a platter of pastries and other small delicacies. Her short hair was pulled up in a neat style that fit with the atmosphere of the place, and though her clothes were still decidedly boyish, they were now in formal blacks and greys. She slowed as she saw the figure in the dimmed hall.

"Pardon me sir," she mumbled and dipped her head in an attempt at a polite bow. She stopped, pressed herself to the wall, and waited for Barry to make a move, either down the hallway further or to let her pass.
Barry
 Reckoner, 424 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 15:43
The Desolate
In reply to Wren (msg # 61):

Better not make too much more of a ruckus. I don't even know what she thinks of me.

Diffusion keeps on walking with not any regard towards Wren.
Fatemaker
 GM, 107 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 17:53
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 62):

The girl let 'Diffusion' pass without another word. You can hear her footsteps recede as you enter the parlor again.

"So, 'Diffusion,'" you hear a low male voice mock, "Haven't ever heard of you before."

Barry turns to see Oblivion approaching him.

Barry
 Reckoner, 425 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 18:16
The Desolate
In reply to Fatemaker (msg # 63):

"Yeah? What's it to ya?" Diffusion replies in a very unamused matter.
Oblivion
 NPC, 1 post
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 18:44
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 64):

Oblivion's expression remained neutral, but you can see the underlying darkness that glints in the eyes of all Epics.

"I'd say a lot, with 'new management' coming in," he spat, "Little man like you comes in and thinks he can profit off the spoils."

He grabbed Barry by the front of his white jacket and pulled him forward.

"So, who you working for? Reverie? Or just another scavenger tryin' to move in on my city?"
Barry
 Reckoner, 426 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 19:54
The Desolate
In reply to Oblivion (msg # 65):

He grabs oblivions shirt and looks straight in his eyes. "You're city?! Last I heard, Cataclysm ruled this place."

"Im new here, you see. No connections, no allies. And, I have no intention of interfering with taking 'your' city. At all."
Oblivion
 NPC, 2 posts
Mon 8 Aug 2016
at 21:43
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 66):

Oblivion let Barry grab his shirt, and for the first time, a slyly wicked grin crept across his face.

"Shouldn't've done that."

Barry saw Oblivion's pupils briefly flash out to engulf his eyes in black, then a needle-like pain explodes in Barry's eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, but then it's suddenly gone. With your eyes still shut, you feel Oblivion push you away, and you stumble into a chair behind you.

You hear Oblivion scoff and his footsteps as he walks away.
Barry
 Reckoner, 427 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 00:13
The Desolate
In reply to Oblivion (msg # 67):

Barry runs his hands over his face, freaking out. "Fuck... Fuck... I can't....My... My eyes..." Of all things he's done, grabbing Oblivion's shirt was a huge mistake, and of all the senses that were taken, it was sight.

He walks forward. In attempt to find the wall and stumbles a bit. "Oblivion!"

"How... How am I..."

How am I going do anything like this?... I'm lost... I'm blind, homeless, and stuck in a building filled with epic

I have to get out.


He lays his hand on the wall, going to find his way out.
Oblivion
 NPC, 3 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 00:39
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 68):

Barry heard Oblivion cackle when he shouted his name. From somewhere ahead of him, Barry heard Oblivion sneer, "I'll be seeing you around then, Diffusion,"

A nervous silence filled the parlor as Barry groped around to find his bearings. His foot hit something and a sharp yelp met Barry's ears as he realized he kicked someone. Their footsteps shuffle a bit as they adjust themselves again and then they speak.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn-" the high, feminine, familiar voice cut off abruptly, and then muttered, "Calamity, what are you doing here?"

A moment of silence that you can't quite find the words to fill, and Wren  is leading you away from the parlor, somewhere dark, as you feel the warmth of the lights leave your face.
Barry
 Reckoner, 428 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 00:50
The Desolate
In reply to Oblivion (msg # 69):

"Wren?!" he says in surprise. "Where are we going? I can't... I can't see."
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 01:11
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 70):

"Shut up!" Wren hissed.

You turn a few corners and then Wren flings you into a space that, judging from the smell and the shelves Barry could feel, was some sort of utility closet with cleaners and other janitorial equipment.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Wren shut the door and scolded Barry, still hushed.
Barry
 Reckoner, 429 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 01:23
The Desolate
In reply to Wren (msg # 71):

"Is it safe to talk now?"
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 01:37
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 72):

"Why do you think I threw you in a sparking broom closet?"

Without being able to read her face, you can't tell if Wren is angry, frustrated, disgusted, or some mix of all three.

"Start talking, or I throw you back as a plaything for Oblivion."
Barry
 Reckoner, 430 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 01:54
The Desolate
In reply to Wren (msg # 73):

"I'm sorry! I can't see a damn thing right now!" Barry replies.

He takes a deep breathe, still getting over the fact that he is blind. "Here it goes," he begins," I came to talk to Lark about an Epic she dealt with, but... I really couldn't get padt security. So,i proceeded to disguised myself as an Epic to find my way through myself."

He pauses, knowing how mad Wren would be after hearing what he had just said."It shouldn't have done it."

He takes another breathe. "Things went wrong. Mainly the fact that Oblivion decided to see this new Epic for himself. Long story short, he didn't like me and he took my eye sight in response."
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 02:04
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 74):

Two small, warm hands grabbed either side of Barry's face and pulled him down to Wren's level as she looked at his eyes.

"....sparks, he did, didn't he?" she breathed.

A flash of pain and a swift clap! rang out as one of those same small hands hit Barry across his face.

"You idiot!"

Barry heard a shuffle and the click of a door being opened and Wren said, "Stay here," before leaving with another click of a latching door.
Barry
 Reckoner, 431 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 02:38
The Desolate
In reply to Wren (msg # 75):

"Agh!" he cried out in surprise as he felt the slap come out of nowhere

What she going to do now? Is she going to help? This sucks. Me in a situation like this? I hate hate feeling helpless!

Barry just waits, alone with his thoughts thinking about how he got himself in the shithole he is in now.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 06:18
The Desolate
In reply to Barry (msg # 76):

After what felt like hours of wallowing in sightless misery, Barry heard the soft rythm of footsteps and the door opened again.

"Lark's busy," Wren's voice drifted through the air to meet Barry's ears, "And Kestrel isn't happy about you snooping around. But she says that you can spend the night here. We're not so heartless to abandon a blind man to the streets."

She sounded as though she was forcing her voice to be neutral, and was failing. There was a certain tension to her tone that strained as she delivered the news.

Again, a small but strong pair of hands pulled Barry up and began leading him roughly out of the broom closet and deeper into the building. Although she knew Barry was blind, Wren didn't do much to prevent him from bumping into corners. Eventually, she stopped and Barry heard a jingle of keys and the click-creak of a door opening. Wren pushed Barry inside.

"You can sleep here. Somebody'll get you tomorrow."

With that, the door shut with a slam.
Barry
 Reckoner, 432 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 06:36
The Desolate
In reply to Wren (msg # 77):

Fuck. I screwed up.

Barry walks straight with arms forward in hopes of running into something. He takes careful steps forward feeling the ground ahead of him with his feet. He eventually comes upon something soft. A bed. He crawls on making his way through the unmade sheets, turning off his masks and stripping out of his gear. Then, he lies there, facing the ceiling blind in lonely contemplation.

I've got a bed. That's good. But at what cost. What are you thinking? You'll survive. You've done well so far. Kaylee is gonna give me so much shit about this... Everyone else in the Artie is probably pissed. Frik. And the gala is in two days. How is this gonna work...

I should sleep. Tommorrow is gonna be a long day.


Barry settles in. Letting thoughts come and pass before he just falls asleep from the exhaustion of all the shit that's happened.