One Shackle (backdated to Tuesday)

[godlyreigns]

I - [action for 769 Bunker]

[Rider was instantly on edge. Feeling no connection to Sakura, and waking up next to a strange man probably did the trick. So the instant she regains full consciousness, she springs out of bed.]

[a) Jonathan - your new notwaifu has acquired a kitchen cleaver and is pointing it at you.] Answers. Now. What have you done with me? Where is my Master?

[b) Sealand - your notmom is padding around the house, wearily. When she sees you, wherever you are, she stops and looks quizzical.] Are you the one they think is my son?

II - [phone - morning]

[Rider's voice is calm, but has an edge of intense worry and anxiety.] Is someone named Sakura Matou in this town? I must find her, immediately.

III - [florists - the next afternoon]

[She'd gotten a call the previous day, asking why she hadn't come in for work at the flower shop. So, dutifully, she'd went there. However, she looks ridiculously uncertain. Her steps have a certain tentative air to them, and she looks like she's not even sure she's in the right building.]

Ah...hello? Does anyone work here...?

[If you happen to be going there for whatever reason, feel free to bump into the confused lady who knows nothing about her job :<]

Comments

[godlyreigns]

[Rider only drops the cleaver when he finishes his explanation.]

Then forgive my jumping to conclusions when I find myself kidnapped. [Huff puff.]

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

It's a perfectly normal reaction, considering the circumstances. I suppose I ought to be thankful you aren't one of the many residents who react automatically with homicide.

May I ask for your name as well? If we're to be living together, we might as well be polite.

[godlyreigns]

I was close. [Rider, that is not something to be proud of.]

My name is Rider. [She pauses, uncomfortable.] Any other name the town might address me by, I'd like to request you ignore.

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

If you insist. [Which, of course, means that he will be finding this out and storing it as psychological ammo as soon as physically possible.]

Should you have any questions, feel free to ask.

[godlyreigns]

[Being Rider is suffering.]

Who is the other child, in this house? Not the blonde boy, the...[what's the word, what's the word...] the one without a personality?

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

They're called drones. Essentially, they're mindless robots, programmed to believe the lie Mayfield has set out for us to follow. Some are native residents of the town, but others were once our fellow captives. A person will be fine and normal one day, and the next... Gone.

[godlyreigns]

[Wow hey. There's finally a way to terrify her. Because this? It sounds absolutely terrifying.]

There seems to be no cause or warning?

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

There are times when the town gives it as a punishment for conspiring against its rule. However, more often than not, it simply happens.

[godlyreigns]

And there's absolutely no way to prepare?

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there are some who attempt to prepare for the inevitable, but it seems rather vain to me.

[godlyreigns]

Oh, joyous.

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't get too excited. It gets worse.

[godlyreigns]

Oh? Do entertain me.

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

Death doesn't last here.

[godlyreigns]

[Lineface.]

What?

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

Those who die here simply return the next day, without any obvious aftereffects. Physically, of course; what it can do to the mind is an entirely different matter.

sorry for the slowness. orz

[godlyreigns]

This is just another effect from the town's type of Magic?

s'all good man

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. It may just be incredibly advanced technology, but the two are generally indistinguishable.