Open Illusions of Visions

[Sosicly Magnolia]

22nd of Autumn, 513AV

"Water, tomato, sugar, pepper and orange." Sosicly made a face as she woke, but drank a sip dutifully not bothering to open her eyes. "Drink it for the next hour. Your brother would wish he had your constitution."

With that parting shot her mother exited as quickly as she had entered, but not before casting a disapproving glance around the chaotic room. Sosicly only wandered over to her table, sweeping things off to the floor to make room. in truth most of the chaos was normal. Her clothes littered about, her trunk mostly for looks rather than any desire to put things away. A variety of broken quills, spilt ink bottles and extra silks.

Sitting down reminded her that she was still tired, and it seemed though she had likely slept much of the day away, her body felt as if she had gotten none. Taking another sip, she reached down for her notebook, holding the position for a moment to stretch herself out some more before resettling. Inside were a variety of terrible written scrawls.

Paid for drinks!

Two and five is not four.

Fish woman in purging!

Future! Alvadas is bad.

Apparently she was an idiot when drunk. Yet as she ate her 'breakfast' she noted the fish woman part kept jumping out at her. She had remembered someone saying something similar at the Grotto the day before. Resting her head on the desk she assumed it was something important. Which meant she would have to do things today. Sighing, Sosicly push away her bowl and crawled back to her bed. She would do them later.

--

The next time she woke, Sosicly felt strangely alert. The only thing still bothering her was her stomach, and the faint light of opalgloams did not feel as if she held a torch in her eye. How her brother could keep his drink day and night she would never know.

Again, she found herself seated at the table, stretching her arms languidly behind her back, and reaching for her toes again. This time she did not bother with the bowl still siting at her table but the glass of water beside it, noting she must have circled the future at some point before she went back to sleep. It was enough to jog her memory. It was common knowledge the Purging held one of the sea woman, white haired strange creatures that couldn't birth any but their own kind. This one also had a penchant for seeing things before they happened. Sighing she realized she would have to get up and go if she wanted to know anything.

--

Arriving at the Purging was strangely quiet. She expected more people would wonder what the young woman had seen. Or perhaps they knew and it was nothing of importance, either way she would soon find out. Quickly approached by an attendant Sosicly gave a little cough that wasn't entirely faked. She hadn't even been able to make it all the way to the Purging before she had to be carted along like some visitor.

"Ah, back so soon?"

Sosicly nodded and flashed her book. I'm here to see the...Konti today.

"Adelia?" The attendant asked in surprise, casting Sosicly a knowing glance. To which the young woman nodded. "Wait here. I'll see if she can come."

OOCAlright, obviously this is pertaining to the Konti who seen something. Feel free to join, introduce, etc. then I shall poke one of our wonderful mods and we can move right along Also, feel free to ignore the long intro. I wrote it for fun more than anything else!

[Vyvian]

Vyvian's face was obscured through his hair as he sat, back against a wall. With a mixture of irritation and sadness he slowly rotated his ring, looking at its insides as he held it to the light, well the little light there was. Last night had been.. He mentally shook his head. It went as all social events with him go... He enters confident, above the rest, determined to be beyond the petty social nonsense of others. Then one of two things happen. Either he watches people enjoy themselves and slowly gets dragged down into sordid depression, wishing he could take part. Or the other thing happens.. He'll see someone different, unique, special. Someone that stands out from the mindless, sheep like rabble. They always have a set back a.... 'disability' put crudely. Because of that he feels maybe they'll understand his point of view.. maybe someone would understand him. He smiled grimly to himself from under his hair. Only the lonely understand the lonely His father had nearly disowned him when he told him that. He was always told to 'Spend more time with other people' to 'be more outgoing', 'stop obsessing with your little trinkets' His father always told him his mother had died so that he could live. The ultimate sacrifice. He was always told she'd be ashamed at him. Smiling more sinisterly, he put his ring back on. He wouldn't sacrifice his life for someone like himself. Pulling his hood up, he started to make his way back to the outskirts of the city, where he could think more clearly without the crowd interrupting him. --- He was passing the Purging on the way out when he saw her. The figure had been somewhat familiar, but he instantly recognised her when she produced her book again. Pausing midstep, his eyes darted around as he thought, a frown creasing his brow. He... he could speak to her. A mute.. she would understand wouldn't she.. But he's just a weird antisocial stalker isn't he.. why would she want to talk to him after last night? Closing his eyes in frustration he made a low growling noise as he made up his mind. He was going to talk to her. No... she couldn't talk it would be rude. A sort of innocent smile crossed his face. He would be mute like her. Communicate with her on her own level. His pace increasing significantly, he drew his hood down, giving him the appearance of having furred shoulders, and brushed some hair out of his eyes, hopefully making him look less intimidating than he normally tried to be. Approaching from behind the woman, he reached out a hand to touch her shoulder and paused. Last chance to leave. One of his poems came to mind. The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. You've passed the point of no return. Resolute, he touched her shoulder lightly to turn her around gently. Trying to put his most sincere smile on. Producing the rose from last night, he pressed it into her palms and tried to smile again, showing his ring as.. proof of identity really. He was sure she had noticed him ruminating with it last night.

[Sosicly Magnolia]

Sosicly turned when she felt the tap, expecting the Konti to have magically appeared behind her though the attendant had just left. Instead there was a young man with an offered rose which she stared at blankly. After a moment of confused staring she gestured to one of the many seats in the purging. There she juggled about her knapsack, gently setting the flower beside her before pulling out an inkstick from the bottom of the bag. She held up one finger and then wrote out quickly. What is the rose for? I don't know your name. Should I? I'm sorry if I should. It was rare that she received gifts, especially out of the blue like this. Picking up the flower again she held out the book, trying to scruntize both the offered item and the Symenestra before her. He had messily styled white hair, hiding the view of his eyes as he read. His clothes were typical but she could not place him. A sudden realization had her eyes widening. Exactly what had she done the night previous before going home? Sosicly vaugely remembered someone carrying her. And water. She remembered water. Hastily the girl pulled back her book and scribbled out a note, pushing her hair back urgently and nearly crushing the flower in her haste. You are from my party? Did you carry me home? Yet as she was about to hand over her book the attendant returned, looking around for Sosicly, she looked amused and surprised by the duo. "Would you like a moment? Or do you both need to see Adelia together?" Nodding Sosicly stood, and waved her companion to follow her as they followed the attendant. As they walked she held out the book and tapped at the words curiously.

[Vyvian]

When the attendant arrived Vyvian visibly tensed, turning a more sickly shade of white, gripping the book a little too hard, he almost tried to hold onto the book in desperation as Sosicly took it back to add something. He looked down at the ground as they walked, twisting his ring in worry. Speeding his pace up he caught up with the attendant and put a hand on her shoulder. "If you would forgive me, myself and the lady just require a moment in private." he murmured in Symenos. The attendant, a little confused by Vyvian's overly urgent manner, nodded and stood a little back to give them some space. Vyvian turned around slowly, his hair sweeping around, and looked down ashamedly, before leading her gently by the hand, holding her palm with just forefinger and thumb, like she was fragile, to another seat. He seemed to revel even in the contours of her hand and how it followed weightlessly in his. Sitting down, he took a deep breath in and sighed, visibly slumping as his whipcord tension was relieved a little. He smiled reassuringly to Sosicly, to assure her nothing was wrong, before lightly taking her pen and book, with as much reverence and wonder as her hand, and carefully started writing, despite himself sticking his tongue out a little and narrowing his eyes as he concentrated. Sibea, I'm sorry, I get very Vyvian frowned as he struggled to think of the right word... vulnerable around people.. As he wrote those words, he distractedly looked up into Sosicily's eyes, his youth and vulnerability shining through despite himself. His gaze shifted someplace far off as his mind started wandering through the depths of her eyes... he loved them.. Shaking his head he brought himself back to the present, blushed a little and chastising himself mentally he continued writing. I would never be seen dead in a party, but last night you were... unceremoniously chucked out of a house I was passing. Concerned, because I could hear you breathing with difficulty, I came up to you and gave you my coat. Vyvian, gestured briefly to the crimson hooded jacket he always wore. ... Apologies for the poor quality of clothing you had to wear. Anyway, some acquaintance of yours, equally... Vyvian paused and frowned concernedly. equally drunk, told me to make myself useful and take you back home, so I carried you back home. The rose? A Pryza for you. I felt sorry for how little people cared about you last night. To be honest. Vyvian's head sunk a little and he brought the book closer, where Sosicly could not see what he was writing. Finishing his sentence, he glanced up before pushing the book forwards with great difficulty. You being left abandoned like that reminded me a lot of myself.. It must be hard being alone. Something lit behind his eyes, and he carefully took the book back, flipping to the back page, and smiling youthfully, he wrote: Quotations -'Only the lonely understand the lonely' Vyvian After making sure she had read the sentence, he flipped back to where he was, and smiled modestly. I am Vyvian, sorry for not saying earlier.

[Sosicly Magnolia]

Sosicly was about to inquire as to whether or not her new companion needed an actual room judging by his sudden change in composure. As such the book slipped easily from her grip, and her hands tightened around the air reflexively. As he began to write she watched him, both curious and offended by his presumptuousness. She knew he could talk but she was secretly pleased he was writing, rarely did people take into account the fact that perhaps communicating on her level was more pleasant. They always wanted her to communicate on theirs. Flashing of the Blue Grotto, the Ochya, and a Web that was distinctly not hers. Color lit her cheeks, and she shook her head with wince. Drinking was likely not something she should do again. Someone had left her? Veladra no doubt. Any other Symenestra would be semi-courteous and at least drop her off in jail for the night. Her brother would have no trouble throwing her out. Likely he meant her to sleep on his roof as punishment of some sort or an idiotic prank. Giving Vyvian a small smile she took the inkstick from his fingers deftly and tilted the book towards herself to write, feeling oddly like a child writing notes. Although you likely know it, I am Sosicly. I’m sorry you’ve had to see me like that, it was my birthday and I enjoyed it more than I should have. The people were my brother so it is no matter She did not elaborate on that but continued, tapping the inkstick on her cheek and leaving a faint mark, I enjoy company. Most don’t enjoy mine, I’m not good conversation. Being chosen as Moth Queen improved things. Misery does love company, and as company you should accompany me to see Adelia. She is a fish Konti who sees things. She has seen something but no one has said what. Turning it to face Vyvian she stood, still holding the rose. It was strange for someone to give her a gift, let alone for such a simple reason. But she supposed Vyvian was odd. “I don’t mean to rush you but if you still wish to see Adelia you’ll have to see her now,” the attendant had returned, looking at the two curiously but made no comment, “she has other patients.” Sosicly waited for Vyvian and both followed the attendant to one of the empty rooms in the purging. Inside was a young woman, though it was hard to believe it, with white colored hair, bright colored scales wearing the standard silk clothing of their people. “Adelia, these are the two to see you.”

[Laute]

Laute smelled the sea faintly, a drop of salt-water in a mass of land. A familiar fear filled his bones, stilling his movements as he turned his head to locate the smell. Where was it? Where was the hateful thing? Memories of the dark, fathomless body of water churned in his head. It was irrational, this fear--he was on solid land and the nearest sea was a flight away, not a few steps. There was nothing to fear, not here in the safety of these caverns.

And still the fear persisted, curling in his bones. Irritated, Laute masked his dread with anger instead. Where was this smell coming from and why? It wasn't a fish--he knew the smell of those creatures, and despite his distaste for their meat, he was used to them. No, this smell was something different, a mix of the sea and something more...human. But not quite.

He had to know what it was. He had to. Aditi stood quietly beside him, slowly turning the pages of a book he found the other day. She couldn't read much, but the pictures fascinated her, to the point where he was becoming accustomed to the sight of her with the item. She was unperturbed by his sudden stop, though she was now looking up at him in faint surprise. She knew of his fears, he was certain, but her nose wasn't sensitive enough to notice the scent.

Following his nose, he led the way to a building. A couple stood outside, waiting to be led in. Standing near the entrance, he sniffed again. The scent was stronger now and his irritation grew. His companion closed her book now, watching him silently as he struggled with the decision of entering the hovel or not.

A voice nearby ushered the other pair in and after a moment's hesitation, he followed.

He had to know what this scent was. If only to avoid it in the future.

[Vyvian]

Vyvian glanced around. People seemed to be approaching from all angles. A Zith.. as if he hadn't had enough of them. Quickly bringing his hand behind Sosicly's back, he ushered her towards the warden, giving her an urgent look. Anywhere but here would be good right now. Let this fish woman give him her prophecies, heck they could even be of use. He glanced at the ground and frowned as he walked. Probably not... he had never trusted prophets.. Sighing he slumped his shoulders. He only didn't trust them because they knew more about him than he did.. and that scared him.