RP Red Death

Discussion in 'Side Stories' started by Moogle, Jan 8, 2018.

  1. Moogle

    Moogle Administrator Staff Member

    Miana looked at the stars. And at people. And then athe stars. And then the people again. She made notes. Sometimes, she would chart the stars as they flickered and danced across the sky. Other times, she would chart the people in the town below. Rarely, she would focus in on one, learning everything she could about them.

    She would, in a word, obsess about them. Miana once followed a man for a whole month, learning about his promiscuous activities away from his family and the subsequent fallout. Another time, she followed a wealthy person and learned about the intricate lies of a socialite - what she could make out from lip reading, in any case.

    Miana would never interact.

    Interaction would mean leaving her tower - into the Open World.

    Miha lived off funds of inheritance and star chart sales. She fed off deliveries. She socialized online, from time to time, and fantasized what it would be like to meet with them (and others) in the real world.

    She made a pact, ages ago. It was a silly thing, but it gave her unique magical talents. There were seven others, but she still only conducted her ritual from her safe bastion.

    It was a beautiful art, magic. She made red energies dance and harden for her. For a time, she was distracted from her voyeurism, but that was only brief.

    Miana continued her watching. An artist. A banker. A canvasser. So on. Time to time, people piqued her interest as usual. One day as she looked on one woman, down in a bustling market street, something entirely out of the ordinary occured.

    The woman looked back.

    Miha woke up from that dream, startled. Who was this woman? She scrambled, heart like a drum, to pour through her notes. She tried for similarities, but as soon as Miana tried to recall the stranger's face, it was gone from her memory. Eventually, she calmed to the point that she settled on it just being a dream.

    The next night, the woman was back. Again, the night after. And again. And again.

    Every new night, Miana remembered a new detail. The stranger had human skin, except on her arms and legs. Those were covered in fuzzy gloves and stockings, or perhaps a body mod. She was tanned, and her hair was glassy but yellow.

    The face always evaded her. But Miana always remembered being looked at.

    Every new night, the woman was closer to the tower. Each night, only a few paces more.

    Miana began daytime wanderings of the mind. Who was this woman? Were they a relative, long lost to memory? Likely not, miana thought, glancing at her pale skin and brown hair in a mirror. Was she, perhaps, and assassin? No, Miana thought, I've never done anything of note. Then was she possibly an admirer?

    Her mind got stuck on this possibility. Were they also a watcher? A little voice protested, since the stranger was impossibly well built. Miana didn't listen. The little voice protested, she isn't real; you've only seen her in your dreams. Miana finally relented and didn't think of it again.

    And then, one day, the woman showed in the streets below. Miana's heart raced at the sighting. She was making her way towards the tower!

    Miana's mind exploded with possibilities. Greetings exchanged, praises given, affections lavished. As she distracted herself, a knock came from the balcony door of her observatory. A door she had never once opened and one that, by no means, should be accessible from the ground.

    The knocking continued. Before Miana could react and open it, the knocking ceased. She blinked and the world shifted in front of the door. All of her screens began to fade out and turn to static as the woman of her literal dreams materialized.

    "It's you!" Miana gaped. "It's really you! And you're real! And here!"

    These were more words than she'd spoken over the last 10 years.

    And then she noticed the eyes. The woman's eyes had an unearthly hunger to them. And as the woman parted her her lips to respond, her mouth kept parting. And parting. And parted all the way to her cheeks.

    "Hey, girlie. You strong?" The woman asked. Instinctively, red energies pooled at Miana's feet. Miana's excitement dissipated almost instantly. The stranger exuded an aura of danger, of imminent doom and Miana was caught right in front of this walking exclusion zone.

    The red energies sprung up, solidifying into a barrier blocking off half the room. More of the energy manifested into reality, beginning to fill up her half with a mist.

    The stranger's expression didn't change. She lifted up a single clawed finger and began pressing into the solid red surface. The wall began to crack. Miana's heart dropped.

    "Nonono, that can't be right, that's supposed to be unbreakable!" Miana cried, the red mist pooling behind her even more. The woman across from her jolted her finger forward and shattered the barrier in one fell swoop. Miana's red mist surged forward and formed into a wall of force - but the woman shimmered for a moment and the wall passed straight through her.

    "Neat tricks, girlie," The woman said, reaching a hand over Miana's face. Everything went dark.

    ~~~

    When she finally awoke, Miana found out at least a week had passed. She didn't feel alarmed or scared. The woman was gone, but somehow Miana felt. . . alone? without her.

    Miana's skin felt off. Like somebody had been pinching and pulling at it all night. She ignored this and went back to her telescope. It was time to start watching again.

    ~~~

    Over the past week, Miana had not felt the need to eat once. Additionally, her focus stuck more on the individual people that she spotted with her telescope - more than it ever had. But one managed to catch her eye the most. . .

    ~~~

    It was a young man named Monte. Miana noticed that whenever she looked through the telescope, she could hear whatever she was looking at now. Did she upgrade and forget? Possibly. Miana waved off the possibilities as a waste of time. Her skin itched.

    ~~~

    Miana knew everything there was to know about Monte by the end of that month. His tastes in music, his least favorite foods, his luckiest pair of underwear, his bedroom habits. There was nowhere he could go that Miana couldn't watch.

    She had to meet him.

    ~~~

    There were essences in her vision now, strings to be pulled just lingering outside the edge of her perceptive reality. Experiments in tugging those strings yielded. . . interesting results.

    She could reach anywhere in the city. With a simple force of will, she could breach anything and anywhat.

    She could bring Monte here.

    ~~~

    Bringing him here ended. . . strangely. All he did was scream. Miana was forced to silence him.

    Miana was already moving on to somebody new. Somebody who would love her.

    ~~~

    The city streets were empty now. No thrums of vehicle engines, no clomping of feet on cobbled paths. The buildings themselves warped upwards and around, sealing the city in a wall of masonry.

    Still, she called out. She could reach further now. She could make them her hero. Then they would love her. Unlike the thousands of others who didn't.
     
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