OOC: Sorry for the crappy skip info.
But I think most of our storylines have been kind of completed already. By the way, I'm not sure where to place Violet so if anyone wants to talk to her.
Skip Info: It's been three weeks since several of the Fables have gone missing. With those missing, this has sent some of the others over the edge. The only witness not connected with the adversary (Lyssa) who had been through the ordeal isn't quite in the right mind to talk about what had exactly happened or who was involved as her only food source had given her violent hallucinations that render her state of mind. David has been making plans to visit certain places in regards to the portals.
Lyssa
Had it been several days? Weeks? Lyssa felt she lost track of time as she sat up on what she assumed to be a bed. Sandy had dropped her off to the mayor's penthouse (or at least according to Sandy) to be under Marian's care while he sought to find out exactly what was it that caused Lyssa's hallucinations. She remembered the voices exchanging conversations with one another, mostly of Sandy emphasizing to her that Lyssa's blindfold should not be taken off under any circumstances.
Most of the time, Lyssa was in the bedroom, mostly silent. Occasionally she walked out and about, feeling the walls around. By now, she could memorize how to head for the adjacent bathroom but someone usually assisted her in the shower, passing the necessities such as the shampoo, conditioner, wash cloth and soap behind the closed glass curtain.
Someone brought her supper twice a day, sometimes attempting to make conversations with Lyssa. Conversations sometimes led to silence on Lyssa's end due to the awkwardness of someone else other than Sandy having spoken to her, or in her episodes, sounding like a wolf ready to attack that she would easily flinch and tremble.
So far, she had suffered a violent episode on her first day in David's place. It was after someone (she was not sure who it was) came in to talk to her. Lyssa's blindfold had loosened and just as she was about to tie it, the blindfold had slipped, revealing what she assumed was a wolf staring at her. Easily scared, Lyssa had screamed, beaning an alarm clock that nearly struck the wolf. If that was not a worst nightmare, she remembered several wolves running in to the room where she was to restrain her.
To Lyssa, her screams and cries were easily drowned by the sight of the wolves ready to feast on her, snarling, as they pinned her down to the bed. With her kicking and screaming, they had tied both Lyssa's arms and legs to each post of the bed before feeding her something to put her to sleep.
Even after all this time, Lyssa could not quite recall that particular memory that was often hazy and blocked from her mind that she had wanted to tell Sandy. Other than her own fears, there was a deep sense of guilt she had for her doctor and possibly her only friend. All those years of seeking help from her wolf problem and just when their next session could have possibly helped her cope with what happened back at the homelands, all of that had changed.
She sat a little more straight up when she heard the door creak open and footsteps walking in. Her fingernails scratched the wooden dresser, wondering who it was.
Or more likely, who was ready to kill her next.
Tag: David
Annalise
Sleeping on her bed, the last three weeks were, in the most cliche of terms, a roller coaster. With this so-called binding contract that Loki had roped her in, which she had to be "nice" to him for those three weeks, there were many times when Annalise was ready to crack and back out of the contract. Not that she had told Loki about it.
For the first several days, there were tensions that rose between the two. Annalise didn't seem to be giving enough to Loki and his ridiculous demands. Loki fired back in getting to her emotionally by saying that she could never be a woman, given the way that her reactions to his intimacy were stagnant.
Of course it was difficult to react how a typical woman should. Annalise had lived once, died once, and since being brought back to life by the Adversary, had felt what one could consider an empty shell. Perhaps if she had been alive throughout the whole time, the situation might have been a bit different. Maybe she might have been willing to accept the way he was on about her. One can never tell.
All the kissing, hugging, and even daresay the removal of clothes (though the furthest she had put up with was revealing a corset she sometimes wore and keeping her pants on) was something she would always resent Loki for making her do. Strange enough, as the thought left a bitter after taste on the tip of her tongue, Annalise found a sense of relaxation and freedom when he was "teaching" her a thing or two.
Not that she could ever be as good as Mary. But it did give Annalise some useful pointers the next time she goes after her target.
But upon hearing the all too familiar footsteps approach her side of the bed, Annalise did not open her eyes. Pretending to still be asleep, she turned over and covered herself with her blanket.
Tag: Loki
Adrian
Adrian sat on the couch, looking down at Oliver's phone that he confiscated. Only twice within the three weeks did he make a call to David regarding what was going on with Oliver. If one thing was for certain, negotiation is next to impossible between the Pied Piper and the Beast. The mind games were fun, no question about that. But even Adrian could not help but wonder what exactly has David got on his mind.
He took a quick glance at Nik in the tall fish tank, who seemed oddly happy as usual. Adrian had not told her about the fact that he had run in to Hansel at a storage unit further down the alley. That was bound to give her ideas. Ideas that might build her hopes up a little too much, only to watch them pop like a balloon.
Adrian had just finished dressing up Astra after she had gone to take a shower (under his flute's influence), complete with the obligatory rope binds and blindfold. But instead of tying her to the chair as usual, she placed her beside him on the couch, with her body curled up and her head rested upon the headrest to give the impression that she had fallen asleep.
Although he had visited Oliver last week, he was always in a debate on whether to send Astra in his place under the influence of his flute to see how his emotions would react. Granted that Astra was a wishing star and that Oliver could use that to his advantage...tsk.
"You seem pretty happy in there." He said to Nik without so much as turning his head to face her. Adrian had gotten used to Nik's presence overtime, but even her unusual bouts of happiness and ignorance had a habit at times of making his situation rather awkward to say the least.