(open) catch-all

[zauneyete]

WHO: Silco & others!
WHERE: Focused on Stygia -- particularly Mirth and the Markets
WHEN: Throughout November!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month! There are some open prompts within!
WARNINGS: Drug references, probably also references to multiple criminal activities. I'll add anything particular if it comes up!

[ If none of the below prompts tickle your fancy, and you'd like one, feel free to hit me up on my plotting post or on plurk at hundreds, or of course, just wildcard it! ]

Comments

[zauneyete]

[ It's like water over sand. Every time he tries to put it together, he can't. There's this overwhelming feeling, like static in his head, the all-too loud noise of rushing waves. No matter what he does, he can't put it together. There's a part of him, tiny, that's screaming that this person -- above all else -- should be known, but he can't put it together.

It's infuriating, and there's a moment where his hand clutched tight, like he's trying to force the memory, to try and put it together, even if it doesn't come.

She says the words, and he hears them? But it's like...static. Like the word itself is... gone? He hears it, of course he does, but the word doesn't connect.

What's wrong with him? ]

My --?

[ What? Why did this girl sound so... upset? Why did he feel upset by that? Why did that same overwhelming sense that this person was important? ]

I've upset you. [ He says. Yeah Silco, no shit. That sense that he knows her returned, and it's like a high-pitched whine -- the sound after a bomb goes off, where senses are at maximum capacity and overtaxed. His fingers shook, trying to place her. She was his --? What? ]

If I could fix this, I would. I don't even know how this happened.

[hexgem]

[ Her grip tightens, long fingernails carving little crescents into Silco's cheek. The furrow in her brow deepens as she scowls at him. ]

...If? What do you mean, if? Have you forgotten who you are, too? You're Silco. [ This, Jinx says with the deep conviction of someone who has fully bought in— hook, line, and sinker— to the myth, the man, the legend. Just like any father to his daughter, Silco is bigger than life in her eyes. Certainly bigger than this, whatever it is that has happened to him. ] Since when do you let anything stop you? There's no if about it. You're going to fix this.

[zauneyete]

[ That's a lot of belief from someone he can't even grasp nature of who she is -- but isn't that the whole reason for this -- and Silco's left with the distinct impression that... despite the ringing in his ears, the overwhelming sensation that he knows this person, and the fact that she dug painful crescents into his face --

He hissed, and gripped her wrist again, this time to lean forward -- ]

Fine, there is no if -- But if you find a source for whatever it is that's causing this, tell me before I lose all sense of self, will you?

[ Was it because he was dead? This realm? It was a terrifying thought, to live here and not know anyone, was that his fate from now on? It was all so unknown, that Silco still has no grasp on it. This is the first time it's happened to him -- to anyone -- that he'd heard of, it infuriated him.

What was the cause? ]