Dix-Neuf † keep on losing a little more
[Thursday morning at 7:00am sharp, Merem Solomon came downstairs, smiled sweetly at her, and asked her for a bowl of his favorite sugar-frosted wheat flakes. He told his mother that he loved her and wanted to do something nice for her today, so he got up on his own instead of having her come wake him up for school.
Again.
She smiled back, naturally, and accepted his offer. Mami might've passed by, she didn't notice, but once they were done, she sent him back to his room. She'll come get him once it's time. Once he's gone, she just turned back to do the dishes.
Somewhere deep down, she can feel a numbness growing, just a little more than it ever used to be before.
To live is to be worn down. We are only beings who influence other things while we fade away ourselves.
And where does it leave her now, being influenced and trying to influence, with individuals closest to her or knowing her best vanishing one after the other? Being repeatedly chipped away by others when they fade yet forbidden to disappear herself, how much would there be left from both sides of the facade?
She's aware of what's happening. After a whole year, it's the same process that made talking to Tohno Shiki impossible today. After a whole year, she's finally starting to feel the full emotional weight of stagnancy and loss that Mayfield generates.
Ah well. Inconvenient things happen, and you move on.]
[Action ; Taylor Road, Sunday morning]
[Ciel's out in the front lawn in her civilian fall wear.
There's two bags of groceries on the grass, as well as a bleeding corpse by her feet.
It's of her drone husband, the late Vincent Brooks. He now has a nail-like sword sticking out of his forehead. The flesh is also rotten/decaying, effectively marking him as a zombie. Watching the unmoving heresy with cold and emotionless eyes, she'll take a step forward.
The immobile undead suddenly springs into a fierce burst of fire, and the second after it dies down, one can note that nothing remains - only ash swept away by the wind, to those who are observant. Maybe that's why she hasn't noticed you watching - but above that, she doesn't seem to notice that another drone zombie, this time a child, is slowly approaching from behind her.
What do?]
[Phone ; some time later during the day]
Ghoul, revenant, zombie, demon, wraith, shade, name it as you will - decaying heresies who are solely driven by their hunger for human flesh have begun to spread within Mayfield. This state can be transmitted, and while the means are uncertain, fluid contamination and exchange would be the most likely cause. So try avoiding physical contact if possible, especially bites or open wound infection. [It's not like... she tested this by watching some other drones...... okay maybe she did but so what!! And then killed them in cold blood to ensure that it does not go on spreading.]
To civilians who cannot fight, please respond, or seek help immediately. The Church will be open for shelter. Any and all undead who approaches will be killed or exorcised on sight. If you have no means to leave your current location safely, please simply say so and you will be escorted as soon as possible. To those who wish to fight, aim for the head. Destroying the brain will incapacitate the whole body. [That's what she went for first out habit, and it worked. If the classic formula still applies, why look for a new one?] Again, avoid all physical contact if possible: blunt injuries, cuts, and scrapes from ordinary sharp things can be healed, but means to reverse the decaying procedure remains unknown.
[Action ; All around town, evening/night]
[Mami's holding things down at the Church and she likely has help. With that location secured, Ciel'll chance a quick patrol; she's already decided to remain at the Church for as long as this bout of insanity will last, but when she can, she'll sneak a look around Mayfield.
So she's on rooftop/lamppost/wire pole of ______ Street/Road, and you happen to be out too, down there... WHAT'S GOING ON?]
Again.
She smiled back, naturally, and accepted his offer. Mami might've passed by, she didn't notice, but once they were done, she sent him back to his room. She'll come get him once it's time. Once he's gone, she just turned back to do the dishes.
Somewhere deep down, she can feel a numbness growing, just a little more than it ever used to be before.
To live is to be worn down. We are only beings who influence other things while we fade away ourselves.
And where does it leave her now, being influenced and trying to influence, with individuals closest to her or knowing her best vanishing one after the other? Being repeatedly chipped away by others when they fade yet forbidden to disappear herself, how much would there be left from both sides of the facade?
She's aware of what's happening. After a whole year, it's the same process that made talking to Tohno Shiki impossible today. After a whole year, she's finally starting to feel the full emotional weight of stagnancy and loss that Mayfield generates.
Ah well. Inconvenient things happen, and you move on.]
[Action ; Taylor Road, Sunday morning]
[Ciel's out in the front lawn in her civilian fall wear.
There's two bags of groceries on the grass, as well as a bleeding corpse by her feet.
It's of her drone husband, the late Vincent Brooks. He now has a nail-like sword sticking out of his forehead. The flesh is also rotten/decaying, effectively marking him as a zombie. Watching the unmoving heresy with cold and emotionless eyes, she'll take a step forward.
The immobile undead suddenly springs into a fierce burst of fire, and the second after it dies down, one can note that nothing remains - only ash swept away by the wind, to those who are observant. Maybe that's why she hasn't noticed you watching - but above that, she doesn't seem to notice that another drone zombie, this time a child, is slowly approaching from behind her.
What do?]
[Phone ; some time later during the day]
Ghoul, revenant, zombie, demon, wraith, shade, name it as you will - decaying heresies who are solely driven by their hunger for human flesh have begun to spread within Mayfield. This state can be transmitted, and while the means are uncertain, fluid contamination and exchange would be the most likely cause. So try avoiding physical contact if possible, especially bites or open wound infection. [It's not like... she tested this by watching some other drones...... okay maybe she did but so what!! And then killed them in cold blood to ensure that it does not go on spreading.]
To civilians who cannot fight, please respond, or seek help immediately. The Church will be open for shelter. Any and all undead who approaches will be killed or exorcised on sight. If you have no means to leave your current location safely, please simply say so and you will be escorted as soon as possible. To those who wish to fight, aim for the head. Destroying the brain will incapacitate the whole body. [That's what she went for first out habit, and it worked. If the classic formula still applies, why look for a new one?] Again, avoid all physical contact if possible: blunt injuries, cuts, and scrapes from ordinary sharp things can be healed, but means to reverse the decaying procedure remains unknown.
[Action ; All around town, evening/night]
[Mami's holding things down at the Church and she likely has help. With that location secured, Ciel'll chance a quick patrol; she's already decided to remain at the Church for as long as this bout of insanity will last, but when she can, she'll sneak a look around Mayfield.
So she's on rooftop/lamppost/wire pole of ______ Street/Road, and you happen to be out too, down there... WHAT'S GOING ON?]