#1: The Beginning.

[sinistralofdeath]

((Action / 459 Stone Street))
[The last thing Erim had known was the soft embrace of what she is a mistress of: death. Doom Island’s crash landing onto the Republic of Parcelyte was prevented due to the honorable acts of the legendary hero and his wife.]

[Now that she wakes, the silver haired goddess had expected another reincarnation at the hands of Lord Arek the Absolute, but instead finds herself in bed in someone’s home in a frilly white nightgown. Her hair is down, hairpins and ribbon being gone.]

[Half-lidded eyes fly open as she sits bolt upright in bed, hair flying behind her.]

Lord Daos? Amon?

[Nothing. Frantically, she looks in all directions, trying to get some bearing of this… place. While unreliable, Erim decides to call on the weakest of the tetrad.]

Gades, I summon you; respond.

[Fiesty though he may be, he never fails to respond to the his superior’s calls. As a last resort, Erim tries to sense their energy waves… and is shocked when she finds not only can she not sense theirs, but those of any others, mortal or immortal.]

[It is only when she cannot sense her own does she realize every bit of power has been drained from her—no, eliminated.]

((Action / Around Mayfield / Open to Residents))
[At least her wardrobe still suits her: black pantyhose, a knee-length black dress matching the fashion she sees other ladies wearing around this town, and a long, heavy gray coat to suit the weather. Though not her personal ones, she had also found hairpins on the nightstand in her room and fixed it up in the style she is so familiar with.]

[Erim is powerless—a goddess no more. She may as well be Iris again… but the Ankh of Runa is nowhere to be found, so she can’t even rely on its powers. Feeling extremely guarded, the now mere woman with argent locks had left the house hoping to get some sense of this new village, this Mayfield. Uniform houses, oddly hollow people.]

It is all so eerie… This place, just what is it?

[She does not even realize she speaks aloud until the words leave her mouth.]

Comments

[railtracer]

Who knows. I doubt anyone knows why they're here. Though with the stuff they've been pullin' lately it's gotta be for some weird experiment or somethin'.

Sorry 'bout that, the name's Felix Walken. And it is, for now, anyway. This is just where they put me. The kids on the other hand aren't mine. They were here when I got here.

[That was when he remembered something else.]

Oh yeah, before you get all confused over why the drone's start calin' you "Mrs. Stanfield" or what it says on the mail, up until a little while ago I used to be known as Claire Stanfield. But right now that's just the name of my soul...there's but one other person that can call me by that name and unfortunately she left a couple months ago.

[sinistralofdeath]

[Then as she suspected, Erim is not the first dragged to Mayfield… and from how this Felix Walken is phrasing it, she’s actually far from it.]

I… see. I’ll keep that in mind—everything, that is. I am Erim, Sinist— [Is it imperative he knows that now? she thinks to herself. And no, the silver haired female decides, it’s not; her status as a goddess is seemingly not only irrelevant here, but as of right now it does not need to be thrown out freely.]

…Forgive me. Never mind that. I am Erim. I’ll hold hope that we get along at least a bit. Felix.

[railtracer]

[He was going to ask her to speak up, but decided not to after he realized that she really didn't want to continue with what she was originally saying.]

Erim! Got it. 'n I'm sure we will.

I've kinda been here since last summer accordin' to this place. So I guess if you have any questions about this place then feel free to ask.

[sinistralofdeath]

I'll take you up on that right now, then.

There are others here, yes? A great number?

((OoC: I greatly apologize for the HTML fail - she was not meant to be whispering or speaking barely audibly, I promise!))

[railtracer]

There wouldn't be a town if there wasn't. Well I guess it could be a town full of drones, but where's the fun in that.

((No worries, I pretty much figured.))

[sinistralofdeath]

[Drones. Twice now has Felix used that word, and it would likely prove to be in Erim's interests to ask of them—so she does.] What, exactly, are they? The… drones, that is. Are they inhuman?

[railtracer]

Depends on what you mean by "inhuman". Sure, they don't do much but smile, wave, cook, and strike up random conversations. But some of 'em were very much human at one point. You see a lot of the drone's here are just shells of former people that were here, but aren't any more. Others are people that are still here...but have some sorta temporary amnesia for lack of a better way to describe it.

[sinistralofdeath]

That’s… very intriguing. [To say the least. Apparently whoever is behind the curtain of Mayfield is quite a powerful god.]

There are many others here and those unlike us used to be like us.

[Plopping back down on the bed, the goddess—once-goddess now, she supposes—lets the information sink in.]

[Something registers in her mind and she immediately turns to face Felix again.]

You said there are children here? In this place? Children as in human offspring?

[railtracer]

Unfortunately. Ahh, it was so painful watching what happened to Chane! Though I'm certain that she's back eagerly waiting for my return, I still can't shake the slightly edited memory of her from my mind. Or what happened to her drone during the bombings...!

Ah, sorry, where was I?

Oh, right.

Remember how I said they were here when I got here? Well they were once stuck here to. I'm pretty sure the boy's name is Jimmy or somethin', least that's what he says it is. As for the girl her name was Yonah at one point. Well, it still technically is her name, but whatever made her Yonah is pretty much gone now.

[sinistralofdeath]

[How… despicable. To drag children into this… mess called Mayfield, that’s…]

…Unforgivable. Why them? They’re— [Erim does not finish her thought and instead buries her concern by shaking her head.]

Adults, yes. I could understand. But the youth… Why?