Mirror Relm: Shattered Dream (Roleplay Thread)

[muffinstud]

(I know what I want to do. Heck, I'm even willing to argue with myself (landlady vs Ryan) if that's what it takes to let Garath run things how he wants. I wanna see this story through for entirely selfish reasons. Let's get the snowball rolling people!)

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(Luke Fon Fabre all the way. I always use only the main character for a Tales game. Only time I play the others is when it's required. )

[Ell]

Cian awoke on a park bench, stretching and yawning like a cat. He looked around as he stood up, confused at the sudden lack of sunlight. Strange... you didn't often get a half moon at three 'o clo-

Oh, no. Oh nonononononono!

He took off like a dart -- a strange sight, since Cian was about the furthest thing from an athlete you could imagine without factoring in various disabilities and disorders. I'm late! he screamed in his head. Three years... Three bloody years waiting for this opportunity, and I fall asleep in a park!?

His cell phone let out a few somber notes. He fumbled for it, almost dropping it in a pond before opening the thing to his ear. "Ah, Alicia? L-look, I-"

"Cian [bleep]ing Sheridan, where are you!?"

"Ah, that. Er, y-you see, I was on my way, and I was walking through this absolutely lovely park... We should go there together someti-"

"Oh, don't give me that! What were you DOING in this park of yours?"

Cian sighed. "Heimdall," was all he said.

"Heimdall? That Eagle Scout-"

"Aesir," he corrected.

"Yeah, that. What about him, huh?"

"Well, it's just..." Cian took a deep breath. "It's infuriating! Here we've got a bloody god, and there's nothing on him but that he stands on a bridge and blows a horn!? And what'swiththewholborneofninemothersthinganywayImeanitjustdoesntmakeanysensewhycouldnttheycomeupwithsomethingmore
sensiblefor..."

Alicia hung up, leaving her (ex)boyfriend to his thoughts. "Bloody Heimdall," he muttered to himself as he trudged home. He noticed the apartment door had been broken in again, no doubt the work of the overzealous landlord.

"I take it the rent's due again. You there, Mike?"

(Let's get the ball rolling, here.)

[muffinstud]

"I'll have your rent tomorrow, I just have to cash my paycheck." It might help if he actually got a paycheck tomorrow... "And as for the carpet stains, I'm taking care of them." The skin on Ray's hand was completely gone now, and each of his fingers started doing their impressions of swiss army knives. He glanced at the potpourri of metal and nervously laughed. "Ha! Erm, I have a stash of Coke somewhere in here. I hear it gets oil stains right out." He definitely looks more nervous now.

"Coke? The way you're twitching, it's more like crack." Mrs. Crabcake points an elderly yet authoritative finger in Ray's face. "And don't you even think of pouring more crap onto my floors! If you don't get a professional cleaner in here soon, I will. And you're paying for every red cent, young man." She whips the finger out of Ray's face to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gives him a stern look. "Don't you agree?"

Ray gulps. The hand behind the door quickly bends and folds itself at joints he never knew he had to form a series of interesting appendages. First it looked like a cordless drill. Then it became some kind of sharpened blade. After that it turned into a monkey wrench. By the time he could finally gain enough bearing to respond, it had become something like a blow dryer. "Oh, yes!" Ray nods his head eagerly. "In fact, I'll give the cleaner a nice tip too! Anything to keep you happy, ma'am!" Ray smiles weakly.

Mrs. Crabcake purses her lips. "Don't tip the cleaner. I'll do it." She steps towards him and looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. Rather, she somehow manages to look down at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'll tip him off to an apartment that's opening up soon unless some lazy kid pays me my rent." She turns around and glides down the hallway. "I'm getting my rent in two days," she announces to the stairs as she goes down.

"Thank you Mrs. Crabcake! Have a wonderful night's rest now!" Ray quickly shuts the door. He leans his back against it and blows out some air. He's feeling a little better until he tries to wipe the sweat off his brow to find that blow dryer on the end of his wrist. "I have got to calm down!" A quick glance and a flinch later tells him that he has to leave the apartment or continuously remind himself of his impending doom. He grabs his winter coat, shoves his blow dryer hand down a pocket and heads out for a walk. He heads for the park he had lunch at earlier. It's a nice park, he should be calm in no time.

[Haylie]

A high-pitched, feminine voice sounds from the bathroom. It sounds a bit... freaked.

"C-Cian? That you? Please say that's you."

[Ell]

Cian paused halfway to the bathroom. That didn't sound like Mike, not at all. It was more like someone with a noticeably higher voice doing an imitation of his roommate. Whoever it was called out again, rather more insistently, and Cian walked the rest of the way, opening the door to find...

Ears was the only thought running through his head for a moment: Perfect, wolfish ears perched on the head of a very attractive young woman. And the tail...

"I..."

"Er, that is..."

"...Mike?"

[Haylie]

The ears curl back against the girl's head as the head itself drops, hiding her face in her torrent of straight black hair.

"Hey, Cian. Uhm... What's up?"

[Ell]

He stared at Mike, seeming to assess something silently. After a quick round of pinching to confirm that this wasn't some insane fantasy, he nodded and calmly left the room.

Moments later, a loud rustling could be heard from the hallway. "I could use a drink," Cian said loudly. "How about you?"

[Haylie]

Mike looks back up, confused.

"Uh... yeah. Do we... have any Dr. Pepper?"

She takes a few steps toward the door, then stops.

"Are... are you okay, buddy?"

[Ell]

Hearing Mike's response, Cian laughed -- a shallow, lonely, slightly insane laugh -- and continued digging around in a hall closet. A few seconds later he returned to the bathroom and promptly plopped something on Mike's head: an old hat that didn't belong to either of them but had, at some point over the years, deposited itself in their closet.

"Nah, I mean something from a pub," he said, distantly. "Looks like we've both got sorrows to drown."

He was out the front door in short order, whistling tunelessly and checking an old pocket watch.

[Haylie]

Mike blinks several times, adjusting the hat slightly, more confused than ever.

"O-kaaay."

She follows presently. Mike didn't normally drink, but she was wondering what her old friend was so worried about. And about his reaction, like this was all just a dream and a trip to the nearest bar would clear everything up.

[Garath the Shadowshifter]

(Was Cian always a character? Or did he just jump in?)

[Ell]

(I just kinda jumped in, since no one seemed to have any idea how to move things forward. You don't mind, do you?)

[muffinstud]

Ray stands in front of his lunch bench and looks up at the night sky. Everything looks so peaceful up there, like none of what just happened happened. He sighs and shifts his oddly shaped hand in his pocket. It definitely didn't feel like it was that blow dryer shape any more, but he was too afraid to pull it out and see what it had become. He turns his gaze to more earthly environs and sees that restaurant near the corner. He had always wanted to go there, and the lights were still on. Maybe they were still open? Ray took another look at his pocketed hand-thing. "I'm not some robot monster freak. I'm me. I'll get a bite and eat it. Yeah, that'll prove it."

Ray tries to casually walk up to the restaurant (Ed's restaurant) as best he can, despite still being shaken.

[Mystic Mina]

(I'd like to restart my posting in this RP, but unless Melkorios comes back anytime soon, I'm kind of stuck. :/ What should I do, Garath?)