Belief / Full Moon

[goldenclothes]

Who: Alexander and Reilanin
Where: Alexander and Ravindra's apartment
When: 1/16, evening
What: Reilanin goes to visit, unaware Alexander is freaking out about the echo he received from Henry's power.
Warnings? tba?




She could feel it, imperceptible, beginning to itch beneath her skin. Tonight was safe- tomorrow would be the full moon. Lyall would not be there. Nick would not be there. No one had heard from Angela, as far as she knew- it would just be her and Hajime.

She tried not to think of it. There were a lot of things she was trying not to think about, and a small part of her wondered if that was a smart thing to do.

Not that she felt any of her decisions were smart, so long as they involved her leaving the house. Someone had mentioned working from home. It had been in talks at work, given how often she had been "ill" as of late. Simply a matter of time before they had an idea of how to shift her duties. Most of it could be done from a distance, she reasoned. Just a matter of time.

But today was not work. Today was to visit Alexander. She wondered if he tired of seeing her. Having such a small pool of people she felt comfortable speaking to herself, she certainly wasn't, but Alexander was an altogether different sort from her, much more sociable and outgoing, and she had already seen how things had changed with him since he had confined himself. It made her feel guilty that she did likewise in light of this, but being among other people was difficult.

Everyone just looked so good, and she was starving.

There was never very much traffic in the apartment. That was good. She knew who owned cats and who had a dog, who had also confined themselves to their apartment, who was rarely there. One apartment burned incense and she hurried past it quickly. She knocked on the door, going through her purse for a kleenex, pressing it over her nose with both hands, trying to keep her eyes from watering, to no avail. Another good reason not to go out. Smokers were an even greater nuisance now than they ever had been before.


Who: Hajime and Reilanin
Where: Lyall's house :3c
When: 1/17, evening
What: It's the full moon! :D
Warnings? tba!



She was very careful to keep an eye on the time. While it was still daylight, gone from work early, afternoon off, teetering between starvation and nausea, she made her way to Randolph's place. Would it be enough with just Hajime? It felt like too much, actually, but that was just because her pride and dignity had taken a good stab.

No big deal.

Garage? The room? She didn't like the idea of breaking anything in Randolph's room and it felt too much like trespassing. The whole thing felt like some huge invasion of privacy, but there wasn't much choice to be had in the matter. She had to be somewhere, and someone had to be somewhere with her, end of story. Hajime was to be her- what was that funny word Randolph had used, claviger? It still meant nothing to her. Not a bit of trivia from her own past, then.

She locked the door of the garage behind her, stripped, bundled herself up in a blanket, waited. Third time around, still no better. The itch was maddening, like she could just scratch away her skin. What if it never got better? Oh, she didn't know if she could handle that. The idea of it scared her more than anything else, the ongoing dread as each month approached, the anticipation-

At least she didn't have time to wonder what Hajime thought about the transformation. It seemed a little swifter than the first time, though no less painful. It wasn't long at all before the familiar angry snarls and slams against the door signalled the end of her transformation and recovery.

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[chalicejoker]

Hajime tried not to let on that he was nervous being the only one there. Didn't he need supervision? What if he went crazy bug again? He sat there on the couch, staring down at the Ace of Hearts card he'd received after he and Shou had run into the Blood Keys. He didn't know why, but the card calmed him down. He'd felt far less like going into some murderbug rage ever since he had it back.

It also gave him something to focus on while listening for signs of the change. He wished he could do something to help, give the werewolves something that would let them avoid their own murderwolf rages at the full moon. He didn't think it would be as easy as getting them special playing cards. "Take it easy, Reilanin," he called towards the door, though he knew that probably wasn't helping. She was trapped in a small, unfamiliar room and probably smelling giant bug on the other side of that door. Not at all calming.

Idly, he wondered if he should have stopped by a pet store and picked up some of that dog-calming spray he'd seen advertised in a magazine somewhere. Would that work on werewolves?

warning: AAAAANGST

[amberhearted]

A tangled abomination of cords twisted around each other, wherein the sight alone made one nervous of a potential electrical fire -- that was a smidgen of how Alexander felt. After his failed conversation with one Henry Cassidy (name unknown, face burned into his memory), Alex's skull rattled with horrible scenarios and images from his Echoes, his memories, not his memories, but the memories of the person who had been twisted by the same power that turned transformed a pencil into a sword.

Belief.

The word tasted sour on his tongue. Belief. He thought it with dread, venom, fear, and helpless anger. It was here and in the hands of a child. Children were naive and in their naivety capable of very cruel things. How easily Henry had brushed him off, how quickly he grew frustrated. Alex was not surprised. He wished he had handled it differently, but would it have mattered? A child with the ability to turn one item into another-- anything he wanted!

It was terrifying. Belief was here. Belief was going to seep through the city like a poison, warping everything in its path. There was no defense. There was no cure. He was going to be warped, warped, warped by the thoughts of others, just like that Alexander had been warped by the rumors of Tyrol's citizens.

There was no cure for the imagination.

So his worries circled and circled, building on each other until a terrible monster of fear and panic drowned out sound thought. Holed up in his room, he noticed Ravindra's departure to work far too late and was immediately struck with an acute need to not be alone, though it was just as immediately followed up with an acute fear of being near anyone.

Anyone and their beliefs.

Alex was in the kitchen when Reilanin's knuckles hit the door. He stiffened at the sound, then hurried to finish his endeavor-- collecting a glass, a bag of blood (his own), and a bottle of rum. He did not want to spend the night simultaneously wishing for company and cringing at the very notion. He was going to knock himself out. If ever there was an occasion for such an awful decision, it was the appearance of Belief.

Or what he thought was Belief, anyway.