First off I just want to apologize for the number of RP logs I've been posting recently, I know that there's been a number of them. Secondly, I want to say thank you to @Phoenecia, @Moirean, @Nola and @Haven. This log would be nothing without your patience, your brilliant emotes and your ability to spontaneously go with the flow. Thanks for giving Bene this chance to develop his story further. All of the prelude to this log can be found here.
The Alabaster Rose - the Isle of Delos
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A tiny box with red stripes has been discarded here. Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair is here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading northeast (open pine door) and down (closed pine door).
You have emoted: "Listen," Benedicto begins cutting off any words that Phoenecia might have. "I'm sorry for how I acted before, you....you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that and I know you're only trying to help."
Phoenecia says nothing, simply leaning against the shop counter with her arms folded over her chest, her head turned away from you. She appears annoyed, her antennae twitching erratically, and her fingers tapping against her upper arm. "It's fine," she replies after a while, letting out her breath in a huff. "I...expected as much. I suppose I was just as moody to everyone when I was in the same position. Only I was more violent about it."
You have emoted: Benedicto remains silent at Phoenecia's words, his expression awkward. "Ahm, yes. Probably." He confirms, looking away from Phoenecia. "You were mad about...Cole was it?" He asks, smoothly changing the subject.
Phoenecia grimaces at his name and simply nods, her expression saying more than her words. "I...still am, in some ways," she admits with a sigh. "I'm not happy with the way things turned out, but...that's the reality I have to face. The reality I spent a long time not wanting to accept."
You have emoted: Benedicto gives a vague nod, walking past the rows of shelves, his webbed fingers idly trailing over some of the goods there. "You wish you could have him back?" He asks quietly. "Would you take him if he came?"
Phoenecia flinches again, and for a while, she looks hesitant to answer. "If there wasn't anyone else, and it was me he wanted," she replies quietly, a small, pained smile on her lips. "But I try not to think about what might be or what could have been anymore. It hurts to think about, and I'd rather not keep clinging to a hope that might never happen. I spent too long being angry at everything - now I just...want to move on. Have a life again. Be...me." She lifts her head and nods to you, adding, "When I look at you and how you've been acting, knowing what's happened, I can't help but remember everything I went through."
Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair says, "I had to go through much of what I did alone with everyone telling me to just 'get over it'."
You have emoted: "You only see one facet, one face of what's happening to me Phoenecia." Benedicto says dully, his pearl-white gaze traveling absently from one good to the next. "You know about what happened with Moirean. The predicament that has arisen because of that, and yes, the situation is similar to your own with Cole." He gives a quiet sigh, full of weariness and bitterness. "But there is more going on. Things that I cannot talk to you about. Things that scare me." He turns back to Phoenecia and for the first time you can see the full horror and haunted look on his face.
Phoenecia simply watches you for a time, her own expression soft - sympathetic. "You're seeing things in yourself that you don't like," she offers. "You feel like you're slipping into a deep, dark pit filled with all of the negative things within you. And you know it. You feel it. Sometimes you feel like you want to let go and give in to it all, but another part of you wants to fight." She pauses, staring at you with a faintly questioning look. "Did I get that right?"
You have emoted: Benedicto gives a slight nod, but it is also accompanied by a half-shrug, the vague rolling of one shoulder. "You have the essence of it right, I suppose. There is certainly a grain of truth in what you say."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "Beeeeeeenediiiiicto."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "I still want your HEART, Bene, come out and plaaaay."
Vagabond Calipso, Trollsbane's voice resonates across the land, "It's called a tell...learn it...love it."
You have emoted: Benedicto gives a hearty sigh of frustration. "Though you are right. With Moirean it's not just a minor headache. It's more similar to a migraine."
Arch Duke Xaldrin Lunare, Emerald Shadow shouts, "I believe that was "Calling him out", rather than just an idle threat in a tell."
Vagabond Calipso, Trollsbane's voice resonates across the land, "Still annoying to hear that voice."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "Shut UP you little mosquito. I am BUSY with more important things, too BUSY to come rip your tongue out. Shut UP and I'll get to you LATER."
Vagabond Calipso, Trollsbane's voice resonates across the land, "Gosh you're pointless..."
Phoenecia manages a small, wry smile. "I didn't need Chakrasul or Iosyne hovering over my shoulder or getting into my head and taunting me to realize that all of that's there," she replies, taking a few slow steps towards you. "Everyone has that darkness within them. Sometimes all it takes is one bad day for you to slip and fall into that hole." She stops just in front of you, tilting her head slightly to one side. "I...suppose that's part of why I'm here. To make sure you don't fall."
Glancing aside and adding guiltily, Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair says, "I mean...there's something in it for me too, I suppose. Helping you cope might help me in finally moving on with my life so it's win-win."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "And you are an idiot who has burned every bridge and shouts to try to feel important, to feel relevant in a world that has cast you aside and despises you. I shout because I want to tear my lover's heart from his still beating chest and consume it to feed his fetal baby. One of us is shouting for the right reasons."
Nola tells you, "Are you all right, Benedicto? That imp is always one for being as loud as possible, but I know she is also tenaciously persistent."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "Beeeeeeenediiiictooooo."
Nola tells you, "..I.. baby?"
You tell Nola, Oracle of Truth, "I don't want to talk about it."
You see Phoenecia shout, "Oh shut it, Imp. You sound like an incessant child throwing a tantrum over a lost toy. Get over yourself. Or is the leader of the Carnifex so weak and sensitive to not let such things go?"
Nola tells you, "You may not want to talk about it, but sometimes what you want and what needs to happen are two different things, Benedicto. The Chair of the North - Commander of the Carnifex - need I go on, is talking of your child. I know you've had relations with her in the past.. but. Your choices follow you like a shadow, it seems."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "Go spread your legs somewhere. This is not about ROMANCE or KISSING or whatever you silly women do. I will HAVE IT."
You have emoted: Benedicto grits his teeth, his anger slowly building as the various voices echo across sapience. His hands begin to clench and unclench, a pulse begins within the muscle at his jaw, throbbing in time to his growing rage.
Vagabond Calipso, Trollsbane's voice resonates across the land, "Oh yes...im the one who is shouting to feel some form of relevance. Remind me,..who is the one shouting for the attention of a man?"
Phoenecia sighs and reaches forward, grabbing your hand. "Come on. You need to relax. Ignore her. I know somewhere she can't get to you."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she shouts, "GNAT. You are NOTHING. All of you are NOTHING. SHUT UP! I want...want...will- I WILL HAVE WHAT IS MINE."
Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair says, "I'd suggest following quick before she barges in here."
Moirean enters from the northeast, riding a long-legged ostrich.
Nola tells you, "..Or shall I go to the crying source herself?"
You tell Moirean Seirath, "Cease this annoying tirade. You're embarrassing your-."
Sharply, Moirean Seirath says to Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair, "HOW DARE YO-."
Moirean barrels in, halberd raised in a hacking arc, but skids to a stop as she spies you. Her eyes widen and her voice drops to a hissing tone, somewhere between icy hate and a seductive croon. "Bene," she murmurs.
You have emoted: Benedicto raises one of his blades and points it directly at Moirean. "Moirean. Stop this now. You're acting insane." His pearl-white glare made more disconcerting by his left-eye's setting within his crimson half-covered face.
Phoenecia rolls her eyes, her hand tugging at your wrist. "Come on, Benedicto. You're supposed to be relaxing, remember? Now let's go."
Murk begins to ooze from Moirean's chest as stray souls begin to seep out from the soulstone embedded there, softly wailing as they curl out - it's clear her control over them is wavering and weak, but she pays it no heed, taking a slow step closer. "Am not," she childishly retorts.
Haven Locke of the Black Sun's voice resonates across the land, "Look to Moirean and behold the madness behind those who cling to pain for too long. Behold the fear that binds those of corruption! Blessed is the Light and all those who reach for it."
You have emoted: Benedicto shrugs himself free of Phoenecia's grip upon his wrist, ignoring her completely. "Listen to yourself!" He snarls, his expression strained. "Stop this before things go too far!"
You see Moirean shout, "SHUT UP! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! BURN!"
Phoenecia tells you, "Can we go? If you're not going to follow, or kill her outright, I'm going to start swinging at her."
Moirean lets out another hiss, giving her head a vigorous shake. She steps closer, a slide positioning herself between you and Phoenecia. "Too FAR?!" she echoes, letting out a giggle. The laugh slides up the scale, reaching a shrill, more-than-half-mad pitch. The halberd abruptly drops from her hand, wreathed in a smoky sheen of twisting, tormented souls, as her hand slides across her belly. "TOO FAR?!" she repeats, in a shrieking laugh.
Moirean ceases to wield a massive halberd.
Moirean drops a massive halberd.
Even as you shake off her grip, Phoenecia steps forward, a look of annoyance on her face, and a hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "Back off, Imp," she hisses, her eyes narrowing. "You lost him. He's not yours any longer. That's the reality of the situation. You have one man already. Don't be selfish."
You tell Nola, Oracle of Truth, "A shadow...yes."
Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair says, "Just let it go, walk away, and move on with your godsdamned life. Or is that too hard for you to accept?"
Nola tells you, "You know what we do with shadows, right, Benedicto?"
Moirean abruptly turns back to Phoenecia, her steel-and-stone arm jutting out to grab her around the throat. She's strong, right now, almost frighteningly so, and the grip crushes into the jugular as she lifts the other woman bodily off the ground. "SHUT. UP." she hisses. "This is not about LOVE, you fool. Are you so STUPID and PATHETIC that your life only revolves around such petty, tiny things?"
You have emoted: Benedicto presses his hands to either side of his head, his eyes scrunching tightly shut. "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!" He begins to scream, though whether at any individual here or someone else is uncertain.
Moirean twists her body, flinging Phoenecia back towards the display cases with a dismissive sweep of her arm. Growling, she turns back to you, and her face twists, contorting into a sudden, sweet, wild smile.
You tell Nola, Oracle of Truth, "I can't THINK. Everyone is talking. Whispers. Constant. GO AWAY!"
Moirean takes another step towards you - the gap between the two is nearly gone now, the swell of her stomach almost grazing against you. Her smile widens. "I can make it quiet," she coos.
Phoenecia coughs roughly as she's hurled against the counter, a grimace of pain wracking her features. "B-Bene..." she gasps. "Don't...give in. Remember why I'm here. I'm here for you..." She attempts to stand, but lets out a cry of pain and sinks back down to the floor. "Don't listen to her..."
You have emoted: Benedicto whimpers, blind and deaf to everyone. His scimitars fall from his hands as he clasps the back of his head tightly, rocking back and forth.
Nola tells you, "If you can't think, then you must FOCUS. You're capable of that much!"
Haven tells you, "Brother.."
Fighting against the pain and hauling herself to her feet, Azure Rose, Lady Phoenecia Sinclair says, "You're strong, Bene. You won't fall. I won't let it happen."
The souls seeping out of Moirean's soulstones wail wildly, the sound rising up in a cacophonous torrent as the Azudim steps even closer. Her belly - distended and swollen from the child growing within - presses into you as she reaches out, gripping your arm, slowly tugging it towards her stomach.
Haven tells you, "Answer me."
The child kicks.
You have emoted: Benedicto stills, his whimpers suddenly cut off as a profound silence overcomes him. In what seems to be a blur of speed, he pulls his warhammer fluidly from it's holding upon his back and, gripping the top and tail of the weapon, brutally smashes the haft into Moirean's face, sending her sprawling backwards into some nearby shelves.
You have emoted: Benedicto walks past Moirean, towards Phoenecia. He grips Phoenecia's face in with his hand and shoves, forcing her onto her rump upon the floor.
Phoenecia manages to pull herself up to her full height even after being shoved back down onto the floor, her injuries seeming to gradually fade as an aura of healing washes over her frame. She draws her swords from their sheaths, shaking her head. "Don't. Just leave it, Bene. You've done enough."
Moirean's laughter stills, cutting off into a garbled scream as her face is smashed - teeth shatter and her nose breaks with a sickening crack. The bones in her wings snap as, even in her madness, her body instinctively, innately reacts to soften the fall, sheltering the unborn baby inside her.
Nola enters from the northeast following Haven.
You have emoted: Benedicto reaches the shop door, allowing Haven and Nola to enter, his face is set into a haunting aspect of stillness. No emotion registers upon his features or within his eyes. Both are dull and devoid of anything. He closes the door firmly, placing his warhammer under the handle to stop anyone from entering or leaving. "We will all burn together. Then there will be no more voices. No more whispers. No more desire." The toneless statement seems to come from far away, not from his barely moving lips.
You close the door to the northeast.
You move over to block the northeast exit.
"Go on," Moirean urges you through a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. Her wings are completely destroyed, shredded and torn, and her eyes are pure black and mad. Her hands rest on her swollen stomach and she begins to giggle again. Her head bows, tangled, blood-soaked hair falling across her face as she murmurs to her belly, "Daddy is going to destroy the world, now. Watch and be proud, precious." Her eyes shift up, shoulders still hunched, to fix on you, two inky pools within the crimson ruin of her face. Her giggle gets louder.
You tell Haven Locke of the Black Sun, "*In a crazed, sinister whisper* I'm sorry, Benedicto is not here right now. But if you'd like to leave a message, I'll make sure he acknowledges your concern as soon as he comes back."
Laughter rising, Moirean Seirath says, "So, so proud."
Phoenecia's eyes widen slightly at your words, and she quickly sheaths her swords, dashing towards you and making a grab for your arm. "Oh, no you don't," she hisses, her fangs bared. With a swift motion, she latches onto your arm and sinks her teeth into your flesh, biting with all the strength she can muster.
"Benedicto." Haven calls aloud, his voice gruff and strained, as he enters Phoenecia's shop with Nola in tow. The Azudim spares Moirean and Phoenecia both a glance but ultimately they settle upon you. "Brothers through arms. Kin in spirit. You will answer me!" The former knight curls his clawed fingers into his palms to shape nearly trembling fists.