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Signal Interference
Who; Mono and whoever happens to be around
What; Log
Where; Harbor district sewer entrance to start
When; Mid September
Warnings; I will update if specific warnings are necessary. To start I would say: Mentions of solitary confinement/isolation, and abandonment
Note;Mono is now canon-updated to the end of game, and he is not going to be particularly rational atm, so it'll probably take a while for him to calm down and get both himself and his abilities under control depending on the way your character approaches. For more information, see his canon update here.
A young boy stumbled out of the sewers in the harbor district, looking disorientated and somewhat skeptical of the world around him. He shouldn’t be there, really. Not in the ‘children should not be in dangerous places in the dead of night’ kind of way, so much as the… he shouldn’t be in this world, kind of way.
This couldn’t be real, after all. He’d spent months in that room. Months feeling eyes on him despite the presence of the walls he’d built up around him with his powers. Months alone to ponder and let the hurt and anger gnaw at him after his friend… After Six dropped him. After she abandoned him to make her escape from the tower alone, letting go of his hand in the last moment. Just as he had thought that they were going to be free and could resume their joint escape from the city in search of a better place.
This had to be a wishful delusion of a place far better than the Pale City. A place he would much rather be, with people who cared about him (or could they betray him as easily as she had?).
But it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. The more the thoughts spun in his head, the more anxious and angry he got at whatever had changed the appearance of the space around him to look like something he couldn’t have. “It’s not real.” He mumbled, the light static that flickered in his sclera more pronounced as he frowned at the sight of the harbor district around him. “It’s not fair. It’s not. Stop trying to trick me.” He balled up his hands into fists. Seeing a place like this, it was too upsetting. He didn’t want to see something he couldn’t have. Mono needed to change it back, to stop being taunted by it. “CHANGE BACK!” He yelled in a desperate and unsteady tone. Energy rolling off of him in waves that seemed to thicken the air unchecked as the already small, rundown harbor buildings around him shuddered almost as though they might really change back.
If he had been more clear minded, he might have remembered that if he’d been in his world… he wouldn’t know or remember this place at all. That fact didn’t even begin to edge its way into the child’s mind as a few windows nearby exploded in shards of glass from the strain. The illusion wasn’t changing, the surrounding images weren’t changing like they should be… It was more like when he’d been outside the tower still and trying to get the hang of his abilities to get to the tower faster before everything had gone south.
Why…? This couldn’t be that place. This couldn’t be real, right? So why…? Was that thing behind this? Was it taunting him out of boredom? Could it even do that?
What; Log
Where; Harbor district sewer entrance to start
When; Mid September
Warnings; I will update if specific warnings are necessary. To start I would say: Mentions of solitary confinement/isolation, and abandonment
Note;Mono is now canon-updated to the end of game, and he is not going to be particularly rational atm, so it'll probably take a while for him to calm down and get both himself and his abilities under control depending on the way your character approaches. For more information, see his canon update here.
A young boy stumbled out of the sewers in the harbor district, looking disorientated and somewhat skeptical of the world around him. He shouldn’t be there, really. Not in the ‘children should not be in dangerous places in the dead of night’ kind of way, so much as the… he shouldn’t be in this world, kind of way.
This couldn’t be real, after all. He’d spent months in that room. Months feeling eyes on him despite the presence of the walls he’d built up around him with his powers. Months alone to ponder and let the hurt and anger gnaw at him after his friend… After Six dropped him. After she abandoned him to make her escape from the tower alone, letting go of his hand in the last moment. Just as he had thought that they were going to be free and could resume their joint escape from the city in search of a better place.
This had to be a wishful delusion of a place far better than the Pale City. A place he would much rather be, with people who cared about him (or could they betray him as easily as she had?).
But it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. The more the thoughts spun in his head, the more anxious and angry he got at whatever had changed the appearance of the space around him to look like something he couldn’t have. “It’s not real.” He mumbled, the light static that flickered in his sclera more pronounced as he frowned at the sight of the harbor district around him. “It’s not fair. It’s not. Stop trying to trick me.” He balled up his hands into fists. Seeing a place like this, it was too upsetting. He didn’t want to see something he couldn’t have. Mono needed to change it back, to stop being taunted by it. “CHANGE BACK!” He yelled in a desperate and unsteady tone. Energy rolling off of him in waves that seemed to thicken the air unchecked as the already small, rundown harbor buildings around him shuddered almost as though they might really change back.
If he had been more clear minded, he might have remembered that if he’d been in his world… he wouldn’t know or remember this place at all. That fact didn’t even begin to edge its way into the child’s mind as a few windows nearby exploded in shards of glass from the strain. The illusion wasn’t changing, the surrounding images weren’t changing like they should be… It was more like when he’d been outside the tower still and trying to get the hang of his abilities to get to the tower faster before everything had gone south.
Why…? This couldn’t be that place. This couldn’t be real, right? So why…? Was that thing behind this? Was it taunting him out of boredom? Could it even do that?
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"Okay," she confirmed with a half-smile. "I understand. That's why I tried to learn even more about magic in Limbo. Dark magic corrupts." And she was corrupt enough. This was about as close as she was going to get to admitting that she sometimes scared herself. "We'll learn together." Maybe she'd finally be able to do something to make her own mentor proud.
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The boy nodded though, his unsteady smile having gotten a little less practiced in the time he was gone… But he did make the attempt, because she had. This was perhaps one thing that wasn’t terribly hard for him to grasp the idea of what she meant when she spoke… Power could corrupt, and he knew just how bad it could get now. And being scared of yourself and what you could do… Well, he nodded with a serious little expression. “Yeah, I wanna learn together and figure stuff out.” Because maybe between the two of them, they could. And at least if it got out of hand, he could trust her to make sure it didn’t get too bad.
“You can tell me when you wanna, though, and where I should go?” Because that seemed important, adults did have things to do after all!
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"We can start as soon as you'd like." The problem seemed like something that should be tackled sooner rather than later.
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Starting soon was, of course, ideal. The boy nodded more vigorously at the idea. “Then I wanna start soon, maybe in a couple days? I should… probably go home first.” He added, a little nervous about that, but also feeling better for having had the conversation with Illyana now.
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"Just ignore Dresden if he's there." She had absolutely nothing against Harry Dresden. She just kind of found it funny to pretend that she did though.
"Sounds good to me. Do you want me to take you there?"
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Though he blinked a little, that was Harry’s last name... right? “Oh, why? Did he do something?” Harry was okay now that he’d gotten to know the guy better after their awkward meeting. Plus, he decided to wear a cowboy hat when they were building snow men last winter. Those were pretty cool hats.
The offer gets a pause, before he nodded. She could get there faster without having to walk all the way, and her portals hadn’t needed her to pick him up or anything... So that sounded like a good way of going. “Can you...? I kinda just wanna go back. I think I probably gotta talk to people... And I don’t wanna run into anyone else on the way.”
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"Not yet. But he over worries about everything. Makes him no fun at all." Plus he might do something. Probably not, but he might! He'd probably do it in a way that made it look heroic but really it was just boring. Boring and fun ruining.
"Sure," she didn't even really pause before the portals appeared around them both, swiftly transporting them both to his home and plopping them down. It only took a few seconds to go from where they were to here and she gave him a smile. "I'm a taxi back home sometimes too."
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“Oh…” the boy mumbled thoughtfully, with a confused little tilt of his head. Harry had seemed kinda fun last winter, after all! But he also trusted Illyana more than he trusted most people, so it wasn’t hard for the boy to accept that maybe Harry was boring or had become boring since he last saw him! Maybe something had changed since he saw the giant guy last. People and things changed a lot around here, after all.
It was a little disorientating for the portals to suddenly appear and transport them without much more than a word of confirmation from Illyana, and he blinked in surprise as suddenly they were plopped down near the house where he lived. “You’re really good at that. I still never got any better with TVS yet.” He responded as he finally glanced back up at her. “Thank you for bringing me here, though.” Even if he was still a little apprehensive, at least having a plan with her meant going home was a little less scary or worrying.