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The Perk, Thursday Evening
It had been a long couple of days on the road, only for when the Millers pulled up outside the Mississippi town that had hired them to come in, to find the field they normally set-up in full of corn. And doors shut in their faces, when they went asking questions.
Seems the mayor'd run off after writing himself a bunch of checks a few months back, and no one had thought to tell the carnival that'd been scheduled to come in for a week.
Eventually they'd found somewhere else large enough for all of them to set up camp, but the show would not be going on this week. Instead, there'd be repairs to things and the adults frantically trying to rustle up a new show close by so there'd be some income this week. But since things were tense with the locals, Ada'd found herself bundled-up and shipped off to Fandom 'for her own safety.' Which was Chester's way of saying she wasn't putting enough effort into passing as human, lately.
Hence why Ada was sitting in The Perk later in the evening, drinking ridiculous sugary coffee drinks while texting people and trying to decide if she was going to spend her money on a hotel room or 'borrow' blankets from somewhere and set up in their favorite party warehouse for a few days, until she was allowed to go home.
Honestly, it was cold enough that the hotel was winning out, despite the dent it would put in her personal finances. But for now, she was going to take advantage of the light and warmth of the Perk, and have better coffee than anything any of the Millers ever made.
[OOC: Open Perk is Open!]
Seems the mayor'd run off after writing himself a bunch of checks a few months back, and no one had thought to tell the carnival that'd been scheduled to come in for a week.
Eventually they'd found somewhere else large enough for all of them to set up camp, but the show would not be going on this week. Instead, there'd be repairs to things and the adults frantically trying to rustle up a new show close by so there'd be some income this week. But since things were tense with the locals, Ada'd found herself bundled-up and shipped off to Fandom 'for her own safety.' Which was Chester's way of saying she wasn't putting enough effort into passing as human, lately.
Hence why Ada was sitting in The Perk later in the evening, drinking ridiculous sugary coffee drinks while texting people and trying to decide if she was going to spend her money on a hotel room or 'borrow' blankets from somewhere and set up in their favorite party warehouse for a few days, until she was allowed to go home.
Honestly, it was cold enough that the hotel was winning out, despite the dent it would put in her personal finances. But for now, she was going to take advantage of the light and warmth of the Perk, and have better coffee than anything any of the Millers ever made.
[OOC: Open Perk is Open!]
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He passed by the Perk, face turning towards the window, sightless eyes sliding over the patrons.
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"Hya!" she hollered with a wave, pitching her voice to carry outside, much to the dismay to the baristas on duty. She was a barker; a glass door was no barrier to her. "'M right here!"
She had not actually seen his eyes yet, no.
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He turned, head coming up like a hound trying to catch a scent. His brow furrowed, trying to place the voice. And then gasped as the dromonde took him. It was more visceral now that his eyes were gone.
Pain. Blood. Screams. Sunlight glinting off specks of gold where skin met scales. A face, pale with dark curls and eyes, a face made for mischievous smiles and candy apple lips, now drawn in fear. His salvation. Freedom.
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Ada was out of her chair in a shot, headed for the door. "Hyacinthe?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. "What's wrong, chavo?"
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Speaking Tsingani.
"H-Hello?" he asked, picking his head up and looking towards the voice was...heartbreakingly familiar, even as he couldn't quite place it. It danced away from him, like sunlight on waves.
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//The dromonde?// Ada guessed, completely switching to her unsteady mix of D'Angeline and Tsingani to soothe him, already reaching over to lay her hand on his back. //Breathe, chavo, I'm right here.//
But then he raised his head, and her other hand strayed towards the knife in her boot, because she hadn't survived Fandom for this long by being a total idiot. //Hyacinthe... what happened to your eyes?//
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//Raven...// he murmured. //To help me see better.//
Beat.
//I know you. Don't I?//
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She... hadn't liked who she was last time. At all.
//'M name is Ada Miller... 'm a carnival girl an' we went t' school together,// she replied slowly. //Who do you think you are?//
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"I mean, I graduated, but I was just here for Homecoming," she said slowly. "So I'm not always here, 'm with th' carnival..."
"But 'm me...why would that matter to-- Raven? Th' blue one? Did she hurt you?"
Someone would have called her, right? Dante would have said something! He wouldn't have hid something like this from her, just to protect Kathy's roommate. So this had to just be a weekend thing, and he'd be back to normal by Monday.
Which, admittedly, put a bit of a dent in her hopes for the weekend, but she wasn't going to take advantage of a Sad-Hyacinthe. At least this time he wasn't some raging sea-god.
"C'mon," she urged gently, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Let's get you inside an' warm up with some coco."
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"Cocoa," he repeated, trying to place the word. It had been a long time since he'd sipped at warm, delicious chocolate across from a pretty girl. "You are still kind," he marveled. "I hope I am dead again before that kindness runs out."
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Raven allowed him his wanderings because anything could trigger a vision. And Hyacinthe was only too glad to snatch what little moments of freedom he could, away from the cult who could command him to do anything they wished at any time. Most of them avoided crossing Raven to do so, but then, she was the worst of them anyway.
"Don't make me," he whispered. "I'll be good! I'll whisper the dromonde for if you let me stay."
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"'S okay. An' you know I ain't gonna let no one hurt you." Ada carefully scooted closer, careful not to touch and startle him. "'M just gonna sit right here with you for a little bit, that okay?"
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Ada's bed had long since been cold and dark and deep, cradling the bits and pieces her victims had left behind, but he couldn't bring himself to say so.
"Happiness hurts," he said instead. "Because it goes away. In my dreams, I am happy." Sometimes he saw her. "And then I awake."
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"I was gonna stay at th' hotel, or maybe th' party warehouse. You got a preference?" Because she was not going to leave Hyacinthe -- any Hyacinthe -- to wander the streets in this state of mind.
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His tongue froze in his mouth, leaving him choking on air. He was not yet allowed to speak of that. Soon, all would be revealed, but he had been forbidden to speak of it until it was.
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What's the song the sirens sing? That's the answer, that's the thing."You are saying stupid things," Ada informed him, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. "Look, this is weird, an' 'm a little worried -- 'cause I don't like the sound of that 'dead again--'" as well as some of the other things he'd been saying, "--but I ain't leaving you behind."
"You don't wanna stay with me, that's okay. We'll find a little bolt-hole just for you. But I ain't gonna hurt you, and I ain't gonna let anyone else hurt you."
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He looked at her with clouded eyes, the worry still visible in the quirk of his brows--at least until all expression was stolen by the dromonde.
"Avoid the trails left behind. They will lead you down to darkness and you are still light. You cannot escape your own darkness forever, the dark and deep call you, saltwater in your veins. But this, you can avoid if you wish."
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A price he hadn't willingly paid, but that toed the line of things he was not allowed to speak of.
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She took a deep breath. "We are finding you somewhere nice and quiet, where you can stay until th' weekend's over," she decided, because for fucks' sake, Hyacinthe, you cannot wander around town spouting off prophecy at people. "An' we'll get some blankets an' make it right cozy, so you don't gotta leave if you don't want to."
"Now put all nonsense about how I can't trust you out of your head." She laid a hand gently against his cheek. "You ain't gonna hurt me. An' I sure as hell ain't afraid of whoever hurt you, though I won't go pickin' no fights if'n it'll make you feel safer."
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He wasn't evil, exactly, not like the others, but he was a long way from good anymore.
"If she calls, I must answer," he said quietly. "I don't have a choice." Literally. So literally.
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"I think 'm gonna make myself comfy in th' warehouse, since I can't seem t' find m' Dante or Hyacinthe," she decided, "--and you can come an' go as you need or like. I'll make sure there's enough blankets an' stuff."
Ada gave his hand a squeeze, resisting the urge to drop a kiss on his forehead. "But we can start with gettin' you that cocoa, first, warm you up a bit. M' treat."
She started to stand up, ready to offer him a hand if needed. "I wonder if'n you got different stories 'bout things than my Hya does. Sometimes th' differences seem way tiny, an' other times, they're huge."
Example: Being a murderfish.
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The scars under his shirt put the ones on his throat to shame.
"Do I tell you about my world, will only bring you grief," he said, accepting her hand up if only to have an excuse to touch her again. "Dante still lives. And Anders as well."
That would make her happy, right?
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She'd just needed to keep his heart close to her always? No one ever said murderfish were particularly bright.She'd taken his hand with a smile, standing probably a little closer than she needed to to take him into the Perk, though her smile faltered at his words.
Ada knew an unhappy world where there had been a Dante and an Anders, and she noticed he hadn't mentioned her or Isabella. But-- this couldn't be that, because... Because reasons she very much tried not to think about.
"Then I won't ask, 'less you decide you want t' talk about it," she said, opening the door for both of them. "I can spin enough stories for both of us, an' some of 'em might even be true."
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Who needed to be bright when you were hungry?"I--I would like to hear your stories, rinkeni," he said, slowly making his way inside. The less he spoke, the less Raven could punish him for.