Lunatic Moon Rising
[You’ll find two people on the Plane right now, a man and a young boy. There’s a intense restlessness about them that just about anyone can notice, though each have his different reasons.
The man is dressed flawlessly in a crisp black suit, black slacks and shiny matching dress shoes. The white dress shirt under his jacket is bright and the tie he’s tucked in is the same impossible black. He wears black gloves and - since he really is quite fashion aware - a wide-brimmed black hat. His clothes are so striking that it’s hard to notice the even, bright smile and similarly bright eyes in the shadows. His dark hair is tucked back.
The boy seems young, maybe between twelve and fourteen, and terrified. His clothes are far too baggy for him and thick, long-sleeved, covering as much skin as he can. He wears his long, dark hair down in braids and contrary to the much paler man behind him, he has darker skin. He also can’t stop fidgeting and playing with the braids, seeming a bit panicked.
After a moment, the man squeezes the boy’s shoulders and leans down - he’s fairly tall - to speak near the boy’s ear. You may notice a southern Russian accent.] Now, Ezra, shouldn’t you say what you came here to say?
[The boy, Ezra, stiffens and looks away.] I...I...
[Again the man holds the boy’s shoulders tighter, smiling still.] Ezra. You of all people know just what choices mean. Don’t you owe it to them to say something?
[Ezra ducks his head and his arms are frozen at his sides now. When he speaks, there’s a stutter in his words and something somewhat Spanish - Mexican Spanish specifically - in his voice.] Someone...one of you...
Louder, Ezra.
[Much louder.] One of you made a choice! I’m really sorry. I’m really...I’m really sorry... That choice...the consequences of it, uhm, it’s...you have to deal with it now because of them. Please don’t blame yourselves...
[The man smiles wider.] Unless it was you who made the choice, of course. Anyone who makes a choice should take responsibility.
[Ezra flinches but continues.] Uhm! If you find out who made the choice, though, then you can fix it, all right? And...and...and some people...some people will be allowed to make other choices, too. [He bows suddenly, out of the man’s grip.] I’m sorry!
[Meanwhile, the man gently forces Ezra to stand straight again and takes his hand. He brings it up and kisses it, causing Ezra to shiver.] Good. Now then, everyone, it’s your turn. Come home, Ezra. [With that, the man seems to drag the boy off the Plane, the stars of the Plane itself flickering briefly with their departure.
In their wake is not silence. It’s something far worse.]
[ooc; So here’s the start of the plot. The NPCs have left so there will be no answers from them. Please use this post for mingling, reactions and starting on the grand adventure of surviving the Plane this month. Refer to this ooc post for all the nitty gritty details of the Plane at this moment. They’re fairly important! So be sure to read that before replying here.]
The man is dressed flawlessly in a crisp black suit, black slacks and shiny matching dress shoes. The white dress shirt under his jacket is bright and the tie he’s tucked in is the same impossible black. He wears black gloves and - since he really is quite fashion aware - a wide-brimmed black hat. His clothes are so striking that it’s hard to notice the even, bright smile and similarly bright eyes in the shadows. His dark hair is tucked back.
The boy seems young, maybe between twelve and fourteen, and terrified. His clothes are far too baggy for him and thick, long-sleeved, covering as much skin as he can. He wears his long, dark hair down in braids and contrary to the much paler man behind him, he has darker skin. He also can’t stop fidgeting and playing with the braids, seeming a bit panicked.
After a moment, the man squeezes the boy’s shoulders and leans down - he’s fairly tall - to speak near the boy’s ear. You may notice a southern Russian accent.] Now, Ezra, shouldn’t you say what you came here to say?
[The boy, Ezra, stiffens and looks away.] I...I...
[Again the man holds the boy’s shoulders tighter, smiling still.] Ezra. You of all people know just what choices mean. Don’t you owe it to them to say something?
[Ezra ducks his head and his arms are frozen at his sides now. When he speaks, there’s a stutter in his words and something somewhat Spanish - Mexican Spanish specifically - in his voice.] Someone...one of you...
Louder, Ezra.
[Much louder.] One of you made a choice! I’m really sorry. I’m really...I’m really sorry... That choice...the consequences of it, uhm, it’s...you have to deal with it now because of them. Please don’t blame yourselves...
[The man smiles wider.] Unless it was you who made the choice, of course. Anyone who makes a choice should take responsibility.
[Ezra flinches but continues.] Uhm! If you find out who made the choice, though, then you can fix it, all right? And...and...and some people...some people will be allowed to make other choices, too. [He bows suddenly, out of the man’s grip.] I’m sorry!
[Meanwhile, the man gently forces Ezra to stand straight again and takes his hand. He brings it up and kisses it, causing Ezra to shiver.] Good. Now then, everyone, it’s your turn. Come home, Ezra. [With that, the man seems to drag the boy off the Plane, the stars of the Plane itself flickering briefly with their departure.
In their wake is not silence. It’s something far worse.]
[ooc; So here’s the start of the plot. The NPCs have left so there will be no answers from them. Please use this post for mingling, reactions and starting on the grand adventure of surviving the Plane this month. Refer to this ooc post for all the nitty gritty details of the Plane at this moment. They’re fairly important! So be sure to read that before replying here.]