I. Uh. Don’t really know what to say with this post? I’m not used to making these. I just drew this because I thought Hong Lu would look really pretty in LoR’s SoaS EGO.
I started drawing this comic back in early January for the UTYHH discord server based on an experience I had looking for Toby Fox lost media. You see, on the page detailing the SoaS comic, there's a deadlink leading to a 'christmas qna', with the thread now being deleted. To make a long story short I did some work arounds with the way back machine, and I managed to find a capture of the first page of the thread, but due to the way it was archived it didn't save the images, which answered all the questions, (sigh). So I guess this is my public service announcement to send me a dm if you happen to have an archive of this qna thread so I can read it. Also, if u liked these comic pages I can finish it. It probably took me like an 1 and a half to draw all 3.
SOAS alumni speak out against the suppression of Palestine solidarity
We call on students and alumni to reject SOAS's neoliberal and genocidal agendas and stand up to the administration's suppression of Palestine solidarity.
- Nobody here is supposed to have a name in this chapter
- This world is inspired from various time periods, but cars and complex electricity doesnt exist yet other than lightbulbs somehow.
- The style of clothing choices and surroundings and such are inspired by the Renaissance period, classical things, and a few other inspirations
"Sir, its been an hour." An older female voice said outside the room said through the thick white and gold patterned doors, voice being muffled but still audble to the figure inside. The maid stood outside waiting for a response and after a moment of silence and shuffling that could be heared, a young male voice called back.
CHAPTER 1 - Downfall
It was not often that there was any events being held, especially when the people questioned your families leadership. This time was different. Loud 'Ratatat' of a rhythmical knock to the chamber door was met with a loud grumble from within.
"Right, thank you! ... I'll be out in 30, do let them know if you can." The voice trailed off in volume as it spoke, and the asistant walked off.
Soon after within the chamber, a thin figure would pull himself half groggily from silk sheets. The only lighting in the room was dim lights that came out from the windows and from underneath the door. Slipping out, the figure went over and flicked on the lights, flinching and slightly recoiling at the sudden bright light. He would eventually adjust, now more awake. A mirror was by the door, in which he inspected himself briefly. The ruffled dark ginger hair that bordered on the color brown, tangled in a mass from the nap. A daily a pain really. The dark gray blue eyes that bordered on silver didn't do much to complament his look, nor did the faint freckles from the very minimal sun exposure his parents let him have. He paced over to the wardrobe.
Tonight was the night they were going to announce to the people that his unloving parents that he oh-so dispised wanted to marry him to someone he didn't know nor cared about, for their own wealth and gain. It made him feel sick in disgust just thinking about it. So tonight he had his own plans instead.
The Prince put on his more casual and what he had considered to be bland clothes; a white shirt with a small v cut at the neck that was tied up with string, whilst the cuffs of the sleeves held tight to the body but the rest hung down. And his pair of archery pants, tight to the body but plenty of movement available with it. He stopped and looked in the mirror and thought it may still be too flashy to blend in and grabbed a black cloak from the closet that his family gave to him for a funeral when he refused to change into black. He popped on his shoes which had been in the closet behind the mirror. Afterwards the Prince went to his window and peered at the drop below. It was not high enough to break any bones if he jumped, but he could definitely get hurt, so he cautiously prepared to jump before hearing a knock on his door, in which he pulled himself back and hesitantly responded.
"Yes? What is it?" The Prince could hear angry yelling down the hall from behind the doors from voices your unfamiliar with as he said that. Nonetheless, your family's maid seemed to be calm about it.
"Your mother wishes you to hurry up, the crowed is getting impaGH-" her voice was cut short with a loud thud that pushed against the bedroom door with angry voices and loud footsteps being heared from what he knew was the hall. The Prince took it as a sign to run.
He would land on his feet and throw on the cloak, rushing to get away from his lifelong prison and hopefully be able to dip and blend into the crowed as soon as he found a main town. He would follow the railing of the back door of the mansion that would usually be covered in guards but currently lacked any, and ran across the courtyard. The courtyard was covered in plants that had been maintained to cover everything in a particular way, some bushes cut into animals. He eventually slipped past the bush and climbed over the metal fence with some effort.
Making it onto the street, he walked away towards the city, only to be met with a bothering sight. The balcony in which the royal money-brained bastard parental figures would make announcements on to the people was flooded with townsfolk, and you could tell from the people passing you with random but dangerous items, heading the same direction: the castlhe'll. The prine saw a mother with a knife, leading two children under the age of 6 that each held unlit torches. The people where revolting, and he could only assume that everyone, even the servents that barely got paid themselves would have gotten into the crossfire. The prince could only pause and stare in disbelief? sorrow? Guilt? He didn't know for the swirling unsettling jumble of emotions made him turn and walk quickly into town. The faster he could get to the train station or get a horse, the faster he can escape from this hell.
He held his cloak tight as he moved down the streets of houses, some newly renovated while most old and being warn down, moss and missing tiles from the roofs of most houses. He almost passed by a shop familiar to him, but made himself stop and decided to enter. The prince adjusted his cloak's hood to make sure his face was hidden from any costumers that may also stop by, however the shop owner he knew. It was the family of his archery teacher, particularly ran by a girl around his age and her mom. Sometimes he and the girl would do training together, and they were good rivals. He was extremely grateful that his teacher had convinced his parents, who never let him go outside on a sunny day, let him learn archery to begin with.
Realizing that he had been reminiscing for too long, his focus readjusted to process that he had been staring at a collection of various chandeliers that hung from the ceiling in front of shelves of different assorted items that stood at the front of the store. He walks down the isle to the cashier to see it was his friend, and waved.
"Hello! Do you need any... wait a minute.." she leaned forward onto the counter and peered into the Princes eyes, in which upon sudden realization she went wide eyed gasped "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!?!!"
The Prince sighed and almost responded before the door opened with a telltale ring, in which the girl looked at him, looked at the direction of the door, and hopped off the counter, going around the register to the Princes side.
"Yes, we have plenty of antique masks, they should be down this isle if you could follow me?" She played off her shock and he could only assume that she wanted him to protect his identity. He followed, the steps of the other costumer making him admittedly nervous.
She brought him up to the isle and grabbed a white mask with two dots overlapping where the nose should be, top one teal while the bottom spot as a dark turquoise. She handed the mask to him, as it was surprisingly soft in his hands, white rope attached to each side of the face to tie behind the head. She than suddenly grabbed the Prince by the hood and yanked him down to her level, whispering to him in his face.
" Once you get out of town, never come back. Do not look for me or return here again. " She quietly hissed a him as he nodded, than stepped back and put back on her fake charade "Why don't you try it on! See if it fits before you buy it yeah?" She winked.
He nod and put it on, tying the mask tightly behind his head as it was comfortable enough, though the visibility was a bit bad.
" Good yeah?" His friend said "If you like to pay for it here you can! No need to walk to the area back there since I'm right here anyways." She waited a few seconds in silence with you, the footsteps were on the other side of the isle. "Excellent, this'll do! Thank you for shopping with us!" You took that as a cue to leave, walking towards the entrance, only peeking a passing glance at the person before the figure lunged at him.
He only felt pain for a few seconds, being shoved against a mirror, and a loud pop that came afterwards.
He felt only a little pain before the world cut black
And yet he refused to die
--End of chapter 1--
End note
This is my first tike writing stuff like this in a while, so any corrections you notice that may be needed, feel free to lmk.
This chapter was supposed to be short, and for those who know my ocs, this is the reminant that caused the creation of Wake.
For those who know nothing about my ocs, it's better if I don't spoil anything until I write it, but this tory will have so many arcs down the line its not even funny.
