EVENT 002
The most wicked and whimsy creatures of the forest have been outdone, but not in a good way. Letting a whole town asleep sounds like a true fairytale for a fae that wants to play a trick on the humans living in it, but while the fae like to make some disappear occasionally, returning them is usually a must. Stealing so many residents at once would be a lot for a Fae, as well. In Finn’s case, he happens to be affected as well, and while the fact that his cousin is missing may not be noticeable at first, the fact that his watch is gone is surely noticeable. The leaves spread on his apartment floor may be as well, given they read a riddle:
“I am the lungs, I am the heart, I am the warmth, yet i will never be human. What am I?”
finn riddle, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one family member and one sacred object. they can choose to search for them, or they can get lost in their worry and don’t. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). your character was sorted into search group number 5, alongside aeragon, spencer and roman.
please post this plot drop and your character’s reaction to it, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: are they searching for their lost family member and object? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.
Slumber was deceitful, a world full of opportunities out of reach – a beautiful illusion, covered in the dress of reality. Many people never truly lived, for they only focused on what was awaiting them once they closed their eyes, and there was nothing worse for Finn than not having the ability to keep his eyes wide open. Sleep was rest, sleep was an escape, as if he ever got tired and he only took what his body needed. Night was not meant for rest, it was for the wild creatures, the ones whose heart was threatening their ribcages to escape, the ones who had the bravery to enjoy each pleasure offered and to be proud of it and not ashamed. All of his nights were spent at his place, the one he called home – many spoke of the malice hidden in it, but was there ever truly malice if his customers always got what they wanted? Tonight, however, was different. Heavy body and heavy eyelids, a Fae fallen to the trap of an invisible creature. A trickster tricked because of his inability to admit that there might be another holding aces in his sleeve. It had never occurred to him he could miss the signs of sabotage, and yet he did. Eyes clouded by confusion, by lack of understanding – by not knowing what has truly happened, was it the abundance of magic or the lack of his? His home felt eerie as if he was no one longer the only one willing to play with the aftermaths of mischief. However, Finn has never allowed himself to be cruel to the ones who did not deserve it. A watch given by a favorite uncle, to count the minutes of the blessed time now painfully absent – a disappearance that was undeniably apparent. As if someone was counting the minutes they had or they spent looking – Finn wondered if it was a warning, for it was a wicked sense of humour he enjoyed, but now at his own expense, not when someone has dared to disturb his peace. Leaves spread across the sacred ground he walked on – another sign of fall, another sign of a downfall – Finn loved the Earth; however, its leaves always meant an ending. A new cycle began and in his case, he did not know if it was an abundant one. Eyes carefully reading through each word, through every single thing that was screamed but not written in between. The lungs were the air they desperately needed to breathe, the heart the Earth for without Earth there was no one present and the warmth was the fire. It sounded like the footprint of a group of Fae, however, he was aware his Court would never resort to such amateur theatrics. A riddle he had to guess as if he had a choice not to guess, as if he had something more than this simple trail to hold on to. His lips pressed into a thin line, ground beneath him shaking for a moment – leaves and riddle gone along with his patience, along with the control he had over his magic. “ You are done.” He whispered to answer the question as if someone could hear him. “ You are done.” He repeated again, knowing that for once he had to care and that for once he had to focus on more than the Fae.
