The Fool.   Posted by Fatemaker.Group: 0
Fatemaker
 GM, 108 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 06:52
The Fool
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard- all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn't care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing dirt from his eye as he went;
And I well knew what the demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And I checked my steps to make pretense
It was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful wether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I set me against a tree.

Fatemaker
 GM, 109 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 07:04
The Fool
In reply to Fatemaker (msg # 1):

Kaylee gradually rose from the blissfully quiet realms of sleep to the world of the waking. At first, she tensed, as this wasn't the stone walled room and cold air she had grown so accustomed to. Then, like a trickle of water flooding a dam, the memories returned.

Reverie. Saria. Barry. Wren. The Aerie.

That icy voice in her head...

Blood rushing, hot, over her hands...

Saria's bright eyes the moment before....

Faces and images rushed back, almost overwhelmingly so. But Kaylee pushed back the thoughts and sat up in the bed, rubbing her face as though that could wipe away the pictures behind her eyelids.

As her eyes adjusted, she saw Wren had returned, and was curled up in a blanket on one of the soft-but-singed chairs. Her head nodded over to one side, and she was breathing slowly and evenly with the slightest hint of a snore. Her short hair fell in gently tangled waves, as though it had been braided and she'd carelessly undone it before sleeping. A set of demure black and grey clothes hung on the back of the door, and it looked as though Wren had finally traded her Aerie clothing for something more modern- a baggy green t-shirt and shorts.

The rest of the room appears how you left it, and a glance at your mobile shows it is around 8:30 in the morning.

What do you do?

Kaylee
 Reckoner, 341 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 15:59
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In reply to Fatemaker (msg # 2):

Holy shit. I can't believe I actually called this girl up...

Although Kaylee still doesn't really feel like herself, she's hardly the wreck she'd been last night and she's suddenly overwhelmed with shame. Here she is, sat on Wren's bed while the pretty girl is forced to sleep in one of the chairs. Kaylee genuinely cannot believe she'd gotten so low as to rely on this near stranger for shelter. It's embarrassing, pathetic...

But Kaylee can't deny that she feels substantially better after Wren's gentle concern and a good night's sleep. The Reckoner blinks a few times to clear her head and then slips out of bed as quietly as she can. She begins to rifle around the room in search of a bucket - or something that would work as one - to soak her bloody clothes in.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 16:25
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 3):

"What're you looking for?" Wren asked in a voice thick with sleep. She blinked sleepily a few times and began disentangling herself from the blanket.
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 342 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 19:34
The Fool
In reply to Wren (msg # 4):

"Uh," Kaylee starts. "Just... something I could soak my clothes in. Like a bucket or something."

Kaylee feels guilty asking Wren for anything else, even a bucket, since the girl's been so fucking nice to her. The Reckoner hates relying on others for anything, and she's relied on Wren for a whole damn lot in the past twelve hours.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 19:41
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 5):

Wren grumbled and rubbed her eyes as she stood up from the chair and cracked her back with a series of sharp pops.

"One sec," she mumbled and walked out the door, her feet quietly slapping the ground. After a minute she returned with a white plastic utility bucket. She held it up in offering.

"This work?" Apparently Wren was too tired for more than two syllables at a time. You recall that she said she wouldn't be off her shift until 'late' and that had already been decently far into the night.
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 343 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 20:06
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In reply to Wren (msg # 6):

"Yeah," Kaylee nods, taking the white bucket from Wren's small hands. She quickly grabs the bloody clothes from where she'd placed them last night and exits the room in search of a bathroom.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 20:24
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 7):

Kaylee found the bathroom without too much difficulty. Like everything else in this part of the Aerie, it was utilitarian, lacking the flair of the rest of the building.

She filled the bucket, and carried it back to the room, where she found Wren sitting cross-legged in the chair. She looked up at Kaylee and yawned conspicuously.

"So....what happened to you two last night?" She asked, " I didn't think shit would hit the fan so fast."

This message was last edited by the GM at 20:25, Tue 09 Aug 2016.

Kaylee
 Reckoner, 344 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 21:04
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In reply to Wren (msg # 8):

Kaylee sets the bucket near the rest of her gear when she reenters the room. At Wren's question, she stiffens. She bites at the inside of her cheek before responding, trying to keep it brief but feeling like she owes this girl at least some kind of explanation, "There was another one of us and Reverie got to her. Now the base is compromised and our ally is dead."

Kaylee sits at the edge of Wren's bed, avoiding eye contact as she tries pushing back the memory of the details in between that short story.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 21:17
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 9):

"Oh. I'm sorry about your friend."

Wren's voice was hushed, somber. Then her eyebrows lowered in an expression of concern and she inquired hesitantly, "So your base? All that tech? That's all gone?"

Abruptly she added, "Do you want some pants?"
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 345 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 21:33
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In reply to Wren (msg # 10):

Kaylee nods at Wren's question about the tech, "Yeah. As far as I know. I'm not very good with that stuff but the computers were all static. And I just needed to get out of there after... everything."

When the other girl brings up Kaylee's lack of pants, she glances down to her bare legs and agrees, "Sure." Although Kaylee isn't particularly self-conscious, she's probably making Wren uncomfortable and figures she'll humor her.
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 22:03
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 11):

Wren produced a pair of loose pants clearly meant for sleeping in. The fabric was in a red flannel pattern that looked as though it was robbed from a lumberjack in pre-Calamity children's books. Now that Kaylee looked at them more closely, it seems that the pants likely started their life as a gargantuan shirt and had been recycled into pajamas.

"So...what are you two going to do now?" Wren asked, "You're going to have a hell of a time getting anything done with whatshisface in the state he got himself into."

This message was last edited by the GM at 22:10, Tue 09 Aug 2016.

Kaylee
 Reckoner, 346 posts
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 23:04
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In reply to Wren (msg # 12):

Kaylee pulls on the pants offered to her quickly and then sits back on the bed.

Wren's statement catches the Reckoner off guard and Kaylee's brows furrow, confused, "What're you talking about?"
Wren
Tue 9 Aug 2016
at 23:54
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 13):

Kaylee saw a familiar mask of scorn cross Wren's face as the small teen raised her hands in a mocking imitation of a crab's claws.

"Your friend, the other Reckoner," she responded, "He broke in last night, calling himself an Epic named 'Diffusion.' Got on the bad side of a real Epic, and now he's sleeping it off in the basement."

"Real smart company you keep...." She ended sarcastically.
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 347 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 01:23
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In reply to Wren (msg # 14):

Kaylee's eyes widen at Wren's words.

"Are you... You're serious," Kaylee rubs her temples to soothe an oncoming headache. "Jesus Christ. He's a fucking dumbass." The situation is almost comical it's so ridiculously idiotic. Kaylee seriously does not have the time or patience for this bullshit.

"He's still here?" she says, trying to keep her voice calm as her temper begins to flare - after all, Wren hasn't done anything wrong and Barry's the one who deserves to get his ass kicked. Although, it kind of sounds like he already has.
Wren
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 01:35
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 15):

"Yep," Wren popped the 'p' on the end of the short word in snide agreement.

"Yeah, he's still here," Wren replied, "He probably couldn't make it out of the Aerie in the state he's in."

She unfolded her legs and retrieved a pair of little slippers from beneath the bed, then went out the door wordlessly, gesturing that Kaylee follow.

The hallways in this place were labyrinthian, and it was both darker and colder in the living quarters than the 'working' areas of the Aerie. Eventually, Wren came up to an inconspicuous door.

"He's in here, probably sleeping like a baby," Wren said, and opened the door with a creak.

Kaylee could just make out the form of a person sleeping on a small bed, and the rough shapes of a table and chair by the dim light that crept from the hallway into the room. Bits of exoskeleton caught the light where it hit the man's hands- this was unmistakably Barry.

"Oh yeah...the lights don't work in here, but I figured he wouldn't mind," whispered Wren as she leaned against the doorframe and yawned again.
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 348 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 02:18
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In reply to Wren (msg # 16):

Kaylee follows Wren wordlessly, unsuccessfully trying to contain her anger. Her fists clench at her sides - how could he be so goddamn stupid?

As soon as Wren opens the door and Kaylee lays eyes on the sleeping Barry, she approaches him and punches him square on his bare shoulder, snapping, "You fucking idiot, Barry."
Barry
 Reckoner, 433 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 03:24
The Fool
In reply to Kaylee (msg # 17):

The night did not treat Barry well. After all, he had just dealt with the guilt of killing an Epic controlled friend, losing the Reckoner base, and being made blind by the Epic Oblivion whose power is to take the senses of others to amplify his own. Put it altogether, Barry was helpless and stuck at the Aerie, unable to guide himself anywhere let alone drive on his own. He knew losing sight affected just about everything Barry did. His ability to code and manipulate tech was useless without being able to see the screen and his ability to do any form of combat is hampered without sight. The idea of having to rely on others sighed heavy on his mind especially since he didn't know how long the blindness would last. These thoughts weighed heavy in his dreams. In bed, he sweated and writhed, deep in stress induced thought, moving the sheets and pillows that adorned the already roughly made bed.

Come morning, Barry finds himself sprawled, half covered by his sheets with his pillow having fallen off at the edge of the bed.

Then Kaylee walked in in a rage. The punch came down hard as he low sounding  "AUUGH." As he came to the realization to what was happening.

OH CRAP, KAYLEE!, he realized as he started frantically pulling himself backwards, placing himself in a defensive stance with one arm and covering his face with the other to avoid whatever rage she had left in her.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry! Please stop!" He begged.
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 349 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 04:34
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In reply to Barry (msg # 18):

Oh Jesus, he's really fucking pathetic and it almost makes Kaylee feel bad for hitting him so fucking hard.

She takes a step back from him, huffing angrily. She notices Barry's eyes flitting around wildly, and for a moment she thinks he's just trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. When he never focuses on her, however, her brows furrow and she asks, "What's wrong with you?"
Barry
 Reckoner, 434 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 04:55
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 19):

Barry pants as he protects himself from the unseeable.

"God Kaylee! She didn't tell you?! That damn epic took my sight!" He lets out, carrying both fear, and immense frustration in his voice. "I can't see a damn thing anymore!"

This message was last edited by the player at 04:56, Wed 10 Aug 2016.

Kaylee
 Reckoner, 350 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 05:08
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In reply to Barry (msg # 20):

"Fucking A," Kaylee grumbles, running a hand back through her hair. "You seriously can't see anything?"

She winds up a jack-in-the-box on her hand to flip him the bird, testing out his claimed blindness.
Barry
 Reckoner, 435 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 05:14
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 21):

He slows his breathing a bit but he's still panting. He blinks in an exaggerated fashion, not looking in any particular direction, and replies "No.. It's all black!"
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 351 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 05:20
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In reply to Barry (msg # 22):

Grinning, Kaylee tucks her hand away. On a more serious note, she demands, "Is this permanent?"
Barry
 Reckoner, 436 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 06:11
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In reply to Kaylee (msg # 23):

He calms himself down with a deep breathe, knowing the answer to her question.

In a more rational tone of voice, he answers. "No. It's not permanent. Oblivion's data file states that this affliction can last from a few days to several weeks."
Kaylee
 Reckoner, 352 posts
Wed 10 Aug 2016
at 12:54
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In reply to Barry (msg # 24):

Kaylee sighs, relieved to hear that Barry's blindness is only temporary. Remembering their obligations, she asks, "Do you think it'll be gone by your date with the doctor tomorrow?"