#nova nyarl

[starry-eyed-nyarl]

*Candy was on a mission: get to the kitchen. It didn't matter that her room down here was fitted with a kitchenette, just like the one upstairs. She would go crazy if she stayed in her room for any longer.*

*The place was quiet. Candy expected to have to go it alone; Emcee, much as they adored each other, couldn't be expected to accompany her on everything. It didn't make her feel any less lonely, though. She touched the bracelet Nova gifted her idly, thinking of her other Nyarlathotep friend. She hoped they were okay. Chuckling at herself, not knowing if this was going to work, she had to give this a try. Candy called out in the halls.*

Nova, sweetie? Is my cosmic brownie here?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

*There’s no response for several seconds. Then, there’s the sound of a door clicking open. It’s faint, from maybe the next hallway, but it’s audible.*

*The sound of uneven footsteps can be heard. There isn’t the click of a crutch.*

*Nova turns the corner, following the voice of Candy. Their hand is against the wall, supporting their aching leg. They’re walking slowly, their crutch nowhere to be seen. They look exhausted.*

“…I’m here, Candy. Hello.”

*They try to smile. It just makes them look more tired.*

[waylay-managment-2]

*It’s strange how fast things can go from normal and peaceful to chaos. One moment it’s an average afternoon, the next there’s a frazzled Nova running at full speed out of the Waylay’s doors to outside, someone near identical to them hot on their heels.*

*A loud crash and louder yelling ensues right as the door swings shut behind the two, mainly coming from the not Nova person. They sound so close to Nova, only too loud, too intense, too wild.*

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

*They scream, the reverberations of the yell shattering the glasses of those nearest to the door. Nova’s reply is too soft, too muffled to be heard, but whatever they tried to say is cut short.*

“Shut up! Shut! Up!”

*The not Nova again, their yelling echoing with other, less human voices overlaid over the one that sounds like Nova. It sounds like a tree breaks from the force of their anger.*

*Nova had clearly brought the other one outside. There was too much danger in this chaos occurring inside the Waylay’s walls.*

-Nova & Novacane (@starry-eyed-nyarl)

*Immediately, dark inky tendrils restrain the one that is not Nova in the wait as The Manager follows behind them both, stepping out onto the grass with a tight smile. They were wearing the necklace Nova had gotten them.*

“Let’s use our words, shall we?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Outside Candy’s door comes the sound of uneven footsteps and the occasional click of a crutch on the floor. There’s a soft jangling, like the charms on a bracelet knocking together, then three light raps on her door.*

“Hello hello? Does the resident of this room happen to be in?”

*A voice calls out. Similar to that of the Manager’s, or Kayne’s, only a little higher and a lot softer than his. They sound cheerful but a tad nervous.*

-Nova Nyarl (@starry-eyed-nyarl)

*Candy cracked the door open to peak through, then opened it wide upon seeing the galaxy decorations of their suit and hair.*

Well, if it isn't my little cosmic brownie! So nice to finally meet you in person. We've been here for months, and yet we're like ships sailing past each other in the night! Whatever can I help you with, my sweet?

[rp-sideblog-incorporated]

*Nova hadn’t planned on more interaction so soon. There was only so much energy they had for people, and that energy was in desperate need of a recharge. Which is why they were going back to their room. To have a break.*

*Unfortunately the world had other plans. There was someone in the way of getting to their room. Someone they’ve definitely heard about. Dammit.*

*Well, they can’t run away now, can they? Their footsteps aren’t exactly subtle with the crutch. So, steeling their nerves, they walk over with a distinctly customer service-like smile.*

“Hello there. Mr. Emcee if I’m not mistaken?”

-Nova Nyarl (@starry-eyed-nyarl)

*he'd mostly been lingering around in the halls and pacing, muttering to himself when somebody approached him.*

hm?

*Emcee turned around, a brow raised, then smiled as he recognized another version of himself.*

Why hello there darling! I don't think I've met you in particular yet, what a starry surprise. I'm flattered my name has reached your ears.

[starry-eyed-nyarl]

"I heard you deal with jewelry... is that true?"

@fromcanvastolife

*Nova looks up, their earrings and necklaces jingling faintly from the movement. They lightly smile.*

“Yes, I do. Do you want something made?

I have quite the collection of supplies, so feel free to ask for pretty much anything.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*Nova’s rest is long, but only restful for a short part of that time. There are a few hours of dreamless sleep, but eventually that ends.*

*Their dreams are scattered, hazy. But they’re all filled with the fear of the pursued, with a black suited figure who left trails of red, and as they ran down endless paths they were weighed down by black feathers sticking to the soles of their shoes.*

*It’s only when they reach a dead end that they wake up. There were small claw punctures in the fabric of the blanket that covered them, and they had at some point completely hidden themself under it.*

*Silently, they let themself cry in the dark, each sob muffled by fabric. They wanted to scream, break something, but they didn’t. They couldn’t. They couldn’t jeopardize this safe place so quickly by causing a commotion.*

*They could grieve quietly. It was fine.*

-Nova Nyarl (@starry-eyed-nyarl)

*The Manager opened the door slowly, making their footsteps loud and deliberate before sitting down on the floor beside Nova.*

“Are you alright dear?”

[starry-eyed-nyarl]

*Ghost Kayne was completely and utterly lost. Even having so many eyes didn't help with so many hallways that seemed to twist and turn enough to ruin his definitely completely sound mind*

*He almost didn't realise there was another person until he nearly bumped into them*

"Oh- oopsie. Hello"

-Ghost Kayne

*The person, a rather warped mirror image of Ghost Kayne himself (blue suit, hair that partially looked like a galaxy, several pieces of jewellery..) takes an awkward step back, leaning heavily on a crutch and keeping one foot off the ground as best they can.*

*They look, truly look, at Ghost Kayne. Surprisingly enough, their first reaction is to smile.*

"Hello! You're actually alive.

I'd heard whispers that you were here, but I wasn't sure until now. I'm glad he didn't get to you."

[waylay-managment-2]

*Nova hadn’t been seen for quite a few days. The last time they’d been in any of the communal areas was when they’d slunk back inside, about an hour after the Manager. Since then they’d essentially disappeared.*

*Occasionally an ice pack would disappear and be returned a while later, but Nova themself was never seen.*

*Then, a quiet knock can be heard on the Manager’s door.*

*Nova isn’t there, but a small note and something wrapped in a neatly folded napkin are placed on the floor right outside.*

-Nova Nyarl (@starry-eyed-nyarl)

“… Nova?”

*They looked around, seeing no sign of them.

They picked up the note, reading as the picked at the napkin.*