15th Star

[sparkling_eyes]

[Action; 747 Partridge Drive]

[It seems that, after days of surviving the effects of the event, Lyon's luck has finally run out.  Sometime in the middle of the night, her old wound from being struck down by Miakis at Christmas opened up.  With such a deep cut and almost no time to wake up and react, she bled out and died rather quickly.  The next morning, she quickly sits up in bed, looking around the room for a few moments before noticing the blood on the sheets and the remnants of the wound from her incomplete revival.  Dipping her fingers into the gash, she regards her own blood with a blank stare and a smile for several seconds, and then seals the wound shut with a quick application of the Shield Rune.

After she's gotten dressed, housemates will find Lyon carrying the bloodied sheets and her night clothes down to the laundry room.  Disturbingly, she seems to be wearing a rather relaxed looking smile as she goes along.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

[After a short and utterly impersonal conversation with Miakis' drone, Lyon takes to the phones.  Anyone who's spoken with her before will certainly recognize the voice, but it's utterly devoid of any sort of emotion or vocal inflection.  And there's also one other interesting change...]

Hello.  My name is Mismar.  I understand that I've been transported to a place called Mayfield.  If any of you have any information on this place, how I arrived here, or how to return, please share it now.  I have duties to which I must return, and I can't waste time in a place like this.

[Action; around town]

[Later on, 'Mismar' is walking around town trying to get her bearings.  As far as she knows, this is the first time she's been here.  Her memory is a little fuzzy, but she's relatively sure of that much.  In reality, the incomplete droning process has left her with partial amnesia starting from before Ferid rescued her from Nether Gate.  Her own mind has filled in the gaps, and Lyon currently believes that she is Mismar, emotionless Nether Gate assassin.  Anyone who notices her walking along will see her smiling serenely, expression utterly unchanging.  In this state, a pleasant conversation and a quick and painless death are emotionally and morally no different from one another to her, so anyone who provokes her into combat should be prepared for a cold-hearted trained assassin bearing down upon them in fairly short order.]

Comments

[Action] This is going to be horrible and I appologise

[weiss_tank]

[Heading back towards home, Ken is almost dragging himself there, both hands securely tucked up under his arms so no one can see how mutilated they are. He's miserable, angry, and he's beginning to feel the effects of infection fever.

Still, he's not going to be hallucinating. Yet. But it's starting to spin at the back of his mind.]

Lyon? What are you doing out? Did somethin' happen?

Yesssssssssss

[sparkling_eyes]

[Lyon? Who's that? For that matter, who is this person?

These are the thoughts that flash through Mismar's head at the sound of Ken's voice, but her expression belies none of her inner monologue. That same relaxed smile is plastered on her face just as it has been since she woke up earlier that morning.]

I think you have me confused with someone else.

yuuuuup

[weiss_tank]

The fuck you on about Lyon? Did somethin' happen? [He looks at her, wondering if she's been droned, the smile is about the same.]

[sparkling_eyes]

I apologize, but I really do think you've got the wrong person. My name is Mismar, and I've never seen you or this town before in my life.

[Completely flat affect to her voice, smile still in place.]

[weiss_tank]

Mismar? [He's surprised, but realizes she can't be a drone. A drone would still call him 'father']

I thought you hated that name. And I ain't mistaking you for anyone. I gave you those hair ribbons.

[sparkling_eyes]

It's the only name I've ever known. And I received these ribbons from my teacher. And if you don't have any information about this town, I really should be moving on.

[weiss_tank]

NO. No...wait. [Fuck this town, fuck it and the horse it road on.] Whatcha wanna know.

[sparkling_eyes]

Where am I, how did I get here, and how do I leave?

[weiss_tank]

It's called Mayfield, higher powers brought you here, and you can't leave. Like, it's physically impossible.

[sparkling_eyes]

That's unacceptable.

[weiss_tank]

I know, but it's the way it is. You can test it too. This place loops like a circle. [This is just what he needs, Lyon being crazy or replaced. His head hurts.]

[sparkling_eyes]

I see. And who is in charge of this place?

[weiss_tank]

We think it's the Smith girl, but I don't care how skilled you are, you can't do anythin' to her yet.

[sparkling_eyes]

I'll be the judge of that. I don't have the time to waste in a place like this.

[weiss_tank]

No...you aren't followin' me Mismar. [Gosh that named sounded weird in his mouth and he was beginning to get a headache]

I know a bit of your universe, so I'll try and say this a way you'll understand. You know the sun rune? Take that power and minus all the crazy, but keep the god complex.

[sparkling_eyes]

I am well aware of the Sun Rune's power and reputation. I do occasionally operate in Falena, after all.

[weiss_tank]

Don't get snarky, I'm just tryin' to demonstrate that you're out of your league here.

[sparkling_eyes]

I doubt that.

[weiss_tank]

I don't. She's immortal and omnipresent, you, no matter what you were able to do at home, won't be able to shit here.

[sparkling_eyes]

Giving up before I've even tried is not an option.

[weiss_tank]

I'm not sayin' to give up. I'm sayin' you can't just march right over there and put a knife through 'er gut.

[sparkling_eyes]

There are other options available to me.

[weiss_tank]

Like what? [He's gamboling that she's new here] You ain't got any of yer runes either.

[sparkling_eyes]

[Yeah, too bad about that. The Mother Earth Rune on her head shines briefly.]

Don't presume to know everything about me just because I happen to look like your friend.

[Because the first thing every careful assassin does is check their equipment. Also, with such a large chunk of memories missing, Lyon's subconscious has filled in certain details on its own to fit with the personality she thinks she's had all along. Apparently her equipped Runes are part of that whole process too.]

[weiss_tank]

Well, that's weird. Usually people who show up are stripped of everythin'. All the power to ya then.

[sparkling_eyes]

Well then, I'll be on my way.

[weiss_tank]

[He wants to stop her, but a thought strikes him. He's sending her to her death...the paranoia starts to whisper that this is good. She can't kill him if he's dead...

No, that's Lyon, but it isn't...Mismar is a completely different matter.

Right brain?

So he closes his eyes and lets her go to be an idiot.]

Phone ☆

[badend_replay]

mi? You are... new here?

[ Rika is a bit hesitant. This seems like a strange time for someone new to arrive. ]

[sparkling_eyes]

[Smiley smiley.]

Yes, I am.

[badend_replay]

I see... of all times to arrive here, this is not a good one.

Have you been filled in on the basics?

[sparkling_eyes]

That this town is called Mayfield, and there is reportedly no way to leave. It wasn't a very informative conversation.

action; this won't end well

[appleknighted]

[Sora is out on the town, too!

And she's left quite a trail of disarray in her wake. Unable to get back into the factory and confront Mrs. Johnson, she's begun taking her surgery-granted anger out on the town by flipping trashcans and knocking over the snowmen of drone children.

Snowman tossing is exactly what she's doing when Lyon happens by. Watch out for that snow!]

[sparkling_eyes]

[Lyon's finely tuned assassin senses kick in, and she brings her blade out in one smooth expert motion to slice through the snow headed for her before returning it to its sheath.]

Please watch where you're throwing things.

[Her voice is utterly emotionless, but she's wearing the most pleasant smile.]

[appleknighted]

Hi Lyon! [Sora smiles back! And kicks the rest of the snowman over.] Nope! I won't!

[sparkling_eyes]

...Fine, then. Then get out of my way.

[appleknighted]

You can't tell me what to do!

[sparkling_eyes]

Yes, I can. And if you will not move on your own, I'll have to force you.

[appleknighted]

You can just go around me! I'll stand here if I want to!

[sparkling_eyes]

As you say.

[Lyon sheathes her blade, keeping her hand on it, and strides past Sora.]

[appleknighted]

Yeah! I do say! A- [Oh, there she goes.] Y-yeah, you better walk away.

Like... that... and stuff.

[Well then. Victory for Sora? Some... how.]