untrueheart | Act 2

Act 2

[After a confrontation with her (former? Were they ever?) friends, and several failed attempts to sway people to the side of the spirit of shadows, Rue ran away. There was no one to tell and, as far as she knew, no one to come looking, either. Even Twila abandoned her as she ran, south down the same path she’d taken into the village not three weeks before.

You see, the failures were hers. It was Rue that denied the influence of something that wanted her to turn others to her will. Its will. Nobody would know that she ran, of course, because she hid. In the same small forest dwelling that she first used, with its stock of unlikely to spoil food and its proximity to the lake and river. Running had no point if she just came crawling back again the next day, trying to appease…something, anything that would accept it.

Now, some days later, she is completely out of food and the slice from Mytho’s sword isn’t getting any better. It seems she has no choice but to return to the village proper and figure things out from there. The messages inside her journal indicated that they were working on some kind of solution for those still “possessed”; maybe they’ve found it by now.

The walk seems much longer in her current state, hot and tired and unsure of what she will find when she gets there. Rue remembers seeing and hearing about a clinic, and she thinks she should get there, but can’t seem to manage how. Or where, for that matter. When she reaches the village edge she wanders between the houses, keeping to what shadows exist.

Until she backs straight into someone, that is.]

[Later, after the escapades and the slinking around and, above all, discovering that a great deal of the village was “normal” again, she sits in the quiet alone and opens her book with intent for the first time, writing in shaky letters with her weaker hand.]

Is it always like this? Strange changes that turn everyone against each other? [A pause for anyone watching, but one that won't register later.] What did she want from us?

[[ooc: All avenues are, as usual, open. Which means! The 'someone' in the action bit isn't designated, it can be anybody. It can be more than one body but please only living (animate, you know) ones.]]

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[At one of those points, Mytho can be found. With journal tucked under one arm, just... staring into a shop window vacantly.]

[It might be enough to stop her heart. Momentarily. He is the last person she wants to see, with run like a crow still turning circular echoes inside her head.

At least he looks like himself. There is no way to get past without walking right by him - if there is a way, she's too anxious to see herself through it - but if she goes as quickly and quietly as she can, then maybe.]

[She's automatically identified when she passes his line of sight. And he accompanies this by speaking her name out loud.]

Rue.

[Spoken plainly, without emotion. He knows he hasn't seen her since that time, that odd dark time, but he doesn't know what to make of it.]

Mytho. [By some magic outside of her control it is not a whisper or a stutter. His eyes are empty again. Not the way they should be, but the way they were once.

Still.]

I'll keep going. [As awful as she feels, it would be worse to stay and let him say anything more destructive.]

[Mytho]

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