[MODERATED - player memory] [CRITERIA: Defeat the NPC, find the linchpin] [RESERVED: Tony, Merlin]
Outside Deeplurk, in the evening, before curfew but probably not by much. Despite the hour, Holland is dressed well and fully made up - pearl earrings, pearl necklace, a silk ribbon, sensible-ish pumps, lipstick, eyeliner - though her eyes are a little red, likely from crying. There's a fussy energy about her and it permeates the whole space: discomfort, antsiness, worry, doubt. It layers another sense of uncomfortable heat over the already warm night air, and the tapping of her rings on the wooden railing seems strangely loud. Probably the most disconcerting thing, though, is the litany of what seem to be Holland's thoughts that vibrate through the air. Though somewhat soft, they are constant and fervent.
He's being mean to you. He clearly doesn't like you. He clearly doesn't even want to be around you. Who avoids their girlfriend? You just have to be a big girl and break it off, ok? He's not right for you, anyway. He's very rude. You don't even like him that much, right? There are much better boys. Much better. And even if this dumb one doesn't want you, it doesn't mean the better ones won't.
Those thoughts turn, swiftly, to a streak of curse words that Holland has never uttered aloud as a figure comes into view. It's Tony, ostensibly, but his figure is looming, much taller than he actually is. Tony from Holland's perspective is, of course, towering, and it gives him an almost ominous air.
"Well, I'm glad you could finally make time for me," she says sharply, though her voice shakes. A boat knocks against the dock behind her, also strangely loud.
Tony says something, but it's muffled, obscure; not even the tone is clearly conveyed. It's just some weird static coming from him, and his form becomes blurry, as if seen through tears.
"We're dating," Holland says in argument. "Well, we were. I'm breaking up with you, ok? This is… we're…" Holland can't seem to get out her next words and turns to look out towards the lake. Roughly, she tries to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, but it's clearly too rough - one of her pearl earrings goes flying, arching towards the lake, and the ribbon in her hair comes undone and begins to fall, before everything suddenly comes to a standstill.
MEMORY: Broken Up
[CRITERIA: Defeat the NPC, find the linchpin]
[RESERVED: Tony, Merlin]
Outside Deeplurk, in the evening, before curfew but probably not by much. Despite the hour, Holland is dressed well and fully made up - pearl earrings, pearl necklace, a silk ribbon, sensible-ish pumps, lipstick, eyeliner - though her eyes are a little red, likely from crying. There's a fussy energy about her and it permeates the whole space: discomfort, antsiness, worry, doubt. It layers another sense of uncomfortable heat over the already warm night air, and the tapping of her rings on the wooden railing seems strangely loud. Probably the most disconcerting thing, though, is the litany of what seem to be Holland's thoughts that vibrate through the air. Though somewhat soft, they are constant and fervent.
Those thoughts turn, swiftly, to a streak of curse words that Holland has never uttered aloud as a figure comes into view. It's Tony, ostensibly, but his figure is looming, much taller than he actually is. Tony from Holland's perspective is, of course, towering, and it gives him an almost ominous air.
"Well, I'm glad you could finally make time for me," she says sharply, though her voice shakes. A boat knocks against the dock behind her, also strangely loud.
Tony says something, but it's muffled, obscure; not even the tone is clearly conveyed. It's just some weird static coming from him, and his form becomes blurry, as if seen through tears.
"We're dating," Holland says in argument. "Well, we were. I'm breaking up with you, ok? This is… we're…" Holland can't seem to get out her next words and turns to look out towards the lake. Roughly, she tries to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, but it's clearly too rough - one of her pearl earrings goes flying, arching towards the lake, and the ribbon in her hair comes undone and begins to fall, before everything suddenly comes to a standstill.