[Open Post] Into the Sunlight

[silvereyedphage]

It's been over a week since Morgoth assaulted him, tearing away half of the phage and taking it God knows where. Muraki can still feel the effects of the attack: his mind feels as if it's been wrapped in cotton batting full of thumbtacks. He's been avoiding human company, since he still feels vaguely defiled from the attack, but playing the hermit

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[pinkduelist]

In comes a Utena. (AKA, the girl that punched you out.) But this time, she's looks...different. From far away, she looks like a extremely cute boy up until you talk to her.

The wolves attack has made her calmer, less stand-offish against people she disagrees with. (Being nearly eaten and forced to run for your adorable life in the forest will do that to you. And sadly, this torment is only the beginning...)

So have Utena is a slight medical induced haze.

[silvereyedphage]

He might cock his head curiously: the hair throws him at first, then he recognizes the face, and he might shift a bit in his chair. "Ahh, Miss Utena... how have you been?" he asks, keeping it civil.

[pinkduelist]

Utena almost wants to glare at Muraki.

"I got bitten by wolves, how well do you think I am, Doctor?"

[silvereyedphage]

He wants to sneer back at her that she isn't the only one who suffered on that awful night, but he stops himself, pausing and mentally calculating several square roots before replying.

"I'm sorry to hear that: I know this is an understatement, but there's something that's broken loose in this place," he says. "It's not just attacking bodies, but minds as well."

[gettin2old4this]

The last time you met this old lady, your phage was screaming. But that last attack by Morgoth, has made her more skittish than usual. More paranoid. Morgoth was playing tricks on her mind, but they were still vivid... still visceral.

But her senses are still sharp and acute... and her eyes may blink at the slight of Muraki.

The leech... it's weak.

[silvereyedphage]

He looks up at her, and a small smirk might cross his pale face. "If you were privy to the madness the other night, I can reassure you that I wasn't one of the permanent casualties," he says, trying to sound flippant. But she'll see that he's in a lot of psychic pain...

[gettin2old4this]

If you have to lie to anyone, Doctor. Don't lie to me.

"You're lying. ...But you feel like explaining what happened to you, I'm fine with that, as I don't care."

Mainly cause she's her own mental scars to deal with, and is dealing with them, by not showing them.

[silvereyedphage]

"You might want to care: I was attacked by a demonic entity which reached into my head and tore away half of my phage," he says, deadly serious. 'The gods only know where it is and what's going to become of it."

And he realizes the day is likely to come when he may have to destroy the thing: it is, after all, part of him.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

Tom's sitting in the main room, as well, but only because he can't think of anything else to do. After a while, he gets out of his chair and starts pacing around with his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans, bored.

His pacing might bring him closer to where Muraki is sitting.

[silvereyedphage]

There was a time when Muraki might have lusted after a youngster like Tom, but while he might catch himself admiring the young man, he feels no urge to pursue him. Even still, as he looks up, he turns over the sheet he was reading and covers the rest of the pile with it. "Can I help you, young man?" he asks, curious, friendly, even a bit surprised at himself, at his own innocence.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Er," Tom says, a little taken aback because he wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him. "No? I don't need any help. I was just, um, pacing."

[silvereyedphage]

"Taking a turn about the room? It's a good-sized room, so you're likely to get some exercise walking up and down its length," he says, sitting back in his chair. "But to whom do I owe the pleasure of addressing?"

Can delete if not good for K.M. to meet Hisoka at this point.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka enters the common room, on his way to the front door of the house. He limps badly on his left leg and is, in fact, still wielding a cane. His left forearm is splinted and wrapped in gauze, and gauze is knotted neatly around his forehead

As I said when we spoke, I was hoping they would meet under these circumstances. :: Grins::

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki senses a presence nearby, and pauses in his jotting. Setting aside his papers, he looks up without raising his head, then turns toward Hisoka. He braces for a joyous ululation from the phage and his own dark sense of pleasure and pride, but instead, he feels ...a pang of regret, even self-loathing. The boy would still be alive, would be a grown man now and likely the successor as head of his family by now, had it not been for him. If he had not lost control of the phage, that horrible night under the cherry trees...

He's faced worse things looking into his own mind, and so he draws in a breath and looks up.

"Ah, Hisoka... and it is a good morning, after nights plagued by the cries of the wolves outside the walls," he says. Then he eyes the youth's bandaged limbs. "Oh my... you haven't fallen victim to those beasts, have you?"

So you did. XD

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka gives him a long, quizzical look.

"I met some of the wolf kind, yes," he replies.

And this should be a most interesting exchange... :: smirks::

[silvereyedphage]

He rises and approaches the couch. "I would offer my assistance in tending to your wounds, but it appears that someone has tended to them already," he says. "I hope that someone has also taken care that their fangs went no deeper: I have reasons suspect that those beasts are not of purely natural origins."

Wolves howling the night that he was attacked by Morgoth: it can't be coincidence...