So what if you can see the darkest side of me? [closed, in-progress]
WHO: Rudy Cooper (imabarbieboy) and Molly O'Reilley
WHAT: Because it had to happen A discussion of matters of great importance.
WHERE: The Marketplace, at first.
WHEN: Day 298
He had locked himself away for so long, carving ice and keeping away from the city that had taken away his only brother, and the only man who might have replaced him. He had hidden not only because of the law, but because of the distinct lack of inspiration, the lack of drive, the lack of his usual creativity in creating his art. There was no brother to play with, besides, and Rudy had lived his entire life for his brother. His entire life until now.
He had realized, as he watched the journals, the ignorance that was clouding the minds of the people of the island. It was so very obvious in the way they recoiled at blood, in the way they ranted and railed at every artist that displayed their work. They didn't realize - and for Rudy this was a sad, sad fact, as it had lost him his only companions - that the very same creativity resided within their own minds. So Rudy had to show them. He would have to make them see just how similar they all were.
And he would start with the most unexpected, the most innocent. If he proved it was there in them, how could anyone else, anyone more corrupt, argue with him? Although, he admitted, it would take a lot of work. He would need help, and for that he would need Zexion. He had powers Rudy didn't, and powers like his would be useful. But he couldn't spring his pseudo-brother yet, not without proper planning and preparation. It could all still go wrong, after all. For now, he would watch, and see. He would learn, which was what he planned to do now with Molly.
...Molly. That impossible, incorrigible woman. Rudy couldn't imagine why it was she cared for him - was that what it was, even? - but she did, and it seemed there was nothing he could do to change that. And he saw no reason to push her away. Any ally, however unassuming, was a prize. So he slipped through the market crowds, looking for the freckles and familiar red hair.
"Miss Molly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick..." he found himself humming, under his breath. "So she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick..."
WHAT: Because it had to happen A discussion of matters of great importance.
WHERE: The Marketplace, at first.
WHEN: Day 298
He had locked himself away for so long, carving ice and keeping away from the city that had taken away his only brother, and the only man who might have replaced him. He had hidden not only because of the law, but because of the distinct lack of inspiration, the lack of drive, the lack of his usual creativity in creating his art. There was no brother to play with, besides, and Rudy had lived his entire life for his brother. His entire life until now.
He had realized, as he watched the journals, the ignorance that was clouding the minds of the people of the island. It was so very obvious in the way they recoiled at blood, in the way they ranted and railed at every artist that displayed their work. They didn't realize - and for Rudy this was a sad, sad fact, as it had lost him his only companions - that the very same creativity resided within their own minds. So Rudy had to show them. He would have to make them see just how similar they all were.
And he would start with the most unexpected, the most innocent. If he proved it was there in them, how could anyone else, anyone more corrupt, argue with him? Although, he admitted, it would take a lot of work. He would need help, and for that he would need Zexion. He had powers Rudy didn't, and powers like his would be useful. But he couldn't spring his pseudo-brother yet, not without proper planning and preparation. It could all still go wrong, after all. For now, he would watch, and see. He would learn, which was what he planned to do now with Molly.
...Molly. That impossible, incorrigible woman. Rudy couldn't imagine why it was she cared for him - was that what it was, even? - but she did, and it seemed there was nothing he could do to change that. And he saw no reason to push her away. Any ally, however unassuming, was a prize. So he slipped through the market crowds, looking for the freckles and familiar red hair.
"Miss Molly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick..." he found himself humming, under his breath. "So she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick..."