#yseultcai

[whatisbloodworth]

when: 20 november 2023 where: cafe, obsidian city who: @yseultcai

Oumar's eyes grew wide as he saw her. He recognized her. Despite being effectively homeless, with nothing but his car and whims to carry him, Oumar still found ways to stay connected to the world around him.

Besides, even if he didn't have a phone or ways to get on a computer, he would have still remembered watching her videos from when he did have the luxury of having regular internet access. He wondered what it must be like to have a voice that wasn't just perfect, but that could mimic others identically so that you weren't limited by your range or natural vocals.

Unwilling to lose out on this opportunity, Oumar wandered over to her. He made sure to bring over a pair of teas. He wasn't sure if she drank tea, but he did know that oftentimes tea with honey could help with your voice, so it felt the safest bet. "Hey, you don't know me, but I know you and you probably get this a lot, but I just had to come over and say hi because I've seen your videos and I just wanted to say, I think you're great. And also I wanted to ask, are you able to just automatically sing because you can sing with any voice, or do you still have to, you know, know how to sing? I mean, you kind of have to know how to carry a tune, right?"

Oumar paused, realizing he had said a lot of words very quickly to a stranger. "I'm not crazy, I swear." He looked at the tea he had brought over, realizing it might also be suspicious to be brought a beverage, because in this city, anyone could be trying to poison you. "You don't have to drink the tea either. I realize now that probably is something you're told not to do when people-- strangers-- offer you drinks."

[fenriksblade]

when: 11 january 2024 where: the compound, bloodhearth who: @yseultcai

“Hey, can you come here for a second?” Fenrik called from inside the compound. He was sitting in the garage at a workbench. As usual, when he was working, he was covered in oil and dirt, his hands in particular were nearly black from the grime of the engine. 

“I’ve got something for you.” Taking a break from checking on cars, he had focused on a secondary project. He was always working on some sort of weapon, trying to improve not just the lethal weapons he favored, but those that anyone else might use. Of course, he knew Yseult wasn’t one for lethal force. He didn’t doubt the incident from a several months ago still weighed heavily on her mind. 

[fenriksblade]

when: 14 september 2022, midday where: the compound, bloodhearth availability: closed

Perhaps it was his familial instincts at work, but by Wednesday morning, Fenrik had begun to sense something was off. His first clue appearing when he had gone to make coffee that morning, the fridge still had an unusual number of Dr. Peppers inside. Not that he kept count, but it was clear that they hadn’t been disturbed and there was still a shelf full of them. 

Not everyone came by daily, of course. Every member had lives to live, other people to speak to and so when Sunday and Monday had gone by and one or two of Elba’s things lay untouched and scattered around where she had left them, it was nothing particularly unusual. Fenrik’s sense were not set off. However, Wednesday seemed like a day too many. Habits and routine were embedded into people’s lives for a reason, without it, there was no sense. Patterns, even for those who claimed to not abide by any, were a necessity for the brain. Day. Night. Sleeping. Eating. They were all routines, people abided by. And so, when Fenrik sensed something to be off, he had grabbed his dagger and set off for the cabin nearby. 

Elba’s cabin was small, and even then Fenrik had only been a handful of times, so trying to find things out of place might have been harder, but there was still something off about it. It was almost missing that chaotic nature that belonged to Elba. Still, it felt too early to panic. 

He had gotten back to the compound and found it was not empty. “When was the last time you talked to Elba?” he demanded, possibly a bit more forcefully than he might have ordinarily done so under normal circumstances. He was on edge, though. 

[fenriksblade]

where: helloween masquerade when: 31 october 2022 who: @yseultcai​

His all black attire that had been part of the requirement for being security allowed Fenrik to simultaneously blend in and stand out all at once. He was able to lurk in the shadows as those around him enjoyed the festivities, and yet it stood out against the elaborate displays that the attendees had opted for. Even the mask he wore showed off enough of his face to make him identifiable as opposed to some of the more elaborate and identity concealing ensembles. 

And yet, despite the way many faces could not be seen or identified, Fenrik seemed to be able to pick out those he knew well. When it came to the gang, it wasn’t just about knowing their faces but being able to identify them beyond that: their mannerisms, the way they walked, and how they held themselves. It was part of the reason he knew exactly who Yseult was with confidence as he picked her out amongst the crowd. Even the outfit was unmistakably something she’d wear.

“Find anyone to get you through the next circle yet?” he asked. Fenrik being there solely as security rather than a participant knew all the rooms and how to access them. It was how he knew he wouldn’t have ever been part of the game that had been laid out tonight. Though, somehow he felt even without prior knowledge, he still would have missed out on that.