[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

[There's no Eye in the sky, no. Bruno looks up to see what he can see and it-

He hisses in pain, pressing the heel of one palm to his eye, vision blurred, for the briefest moments he swears he saw Martin somewhere else.]

Look, let's- W-we should move.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Where did you see him, huh Bruno? Did you See a cute little cafe again? Or somewhere more terrible than that?

Martin continues staring up for a long moment, but ...

But there's no Eye, is there. Or anything. Damn it, this was a bad idea. ]

Yeah. Yeah, all right. Before we get struck by lightning or something.

[hijoperdido]

[On the top of a roof looking up at him... It's odd, how small Martin seemed for a moment.

He nods, carefully holding his rat friend to his chest until it crawls into his ruana and he can use both hands to start helping Martin down. His eyes are burning trying to see more but he's trying to push past it.]

Yeah, or someone thinks this is my fault some how.

[But he knows it is.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin gladly accepts the help. There's a terrifying moment where he hits a loose tile and skids but between Bruno's hands and Casita itself throwing up a brick to brace himself with, he stops quickly. ]

Y-yeah. I don't. I don't want that to happen to you.

[ He levers himself back in through the window the first instant he can. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Casita is eager to help, shifting so there are easier steps for Martin to climb into through the window and down to the floor, evening out once Bruno's back inside. But he feels breathless looking around even when the little rat pokes its head out and nuzzles Bruno's chin.]

Did you manage to get anything out of that?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Bless u Casita. He will take very step provided with gratitude and alacrity.

Once back in side he just. Leans agains the wall, trembling a little. ]

Absolutely nothing.

[hijoperdido]

So... What now? Because ah- I dunno what all is going on here.

[curriculum_fictae]

I ... I have no idea. But at least - at least you don't have an Eye in the sky. That's something.

[hijoperdido]

And that's just normal for your place.

[Stating more of a fact before he rubs at his eye again, leading them out.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Of course it isn't NORMAL. But it did happen back home, and it was a very bad sign.

[ He follows again. Watching that green glow persist. ]

[hijoperdido]

You seemed pretty at home about it talking about it, so I dunno.

There's been other weird stuff, no eye in the sky though, just other weird stuff.

[curriculum_fictae]

... What other weird stuff then?

[hijoperdido]

Like - Pepa's weather is getting harder for her to control. It was always kinda a lot for her, but it's getting worse? And- and Isabela's flowers are overgrowing everything if she doesn't focus. It's too much, hard to move around sometimes. I know Luisa's always been really strong but sometimes it's- I-i dunno, it doesn't look right. And Abuela....

[He trails off, arms hugging himself and shivers thinking about it.]

She has this look in her eye sometimes. It... It's bad. There's other stuff, but Abuela's smile isn't... I-i dunno.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Oh god. Martin's head snaps up in horror at all of those thoughts. ]

Like they're becoming stronger? M-monstrous, almost...?

[hijoperdido]

M-maybe.

[He shakes his head, closes his eyes but he still knows exactly where Martin's standing as he moves around to set that little terrified rat on the barrel.]

It's all started to go wrong, an-and I know it's not Casita's fault.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah ... yeah. Martin watches that motion, recognizing it. As if he needed more evidence that Bruno's an Eye avatar...

God. What does he do? CAN he do anything? He's lost all of his connections in Sideral, even that tiny link to the Eye himself. ]

I know it isn't either. This is... something else. I think my eldritch gods are somehow starting to emerge here.

[hijoperdido]

[For a long moment he doesn't respond. He thinks back to that one vision tablet, a giant eye looming over Casita. The spiders and thread tendrils around the edges. He instinctively moves to rub at his arm, like there's something there.]

How do we know for sure?

[curriculum_fictae]

I mean, if a giant Eye turns up in the sky, that will definitely prove it.

[ He hunches his shoulders a bit. Eyes Bruno. ]

... I can. I can probably test it, though. In smaller ways.

[hijoperdido]

...Like how?

[Just petting a rat and looking up to him, eyes bright and scared and unsure.]

[curriculum_fictae]

N-nothing that will. That will hurt, just.

[ God, he's so sorry, Bruno. ]

Close your eyes?

[hijoperdido]

Uuuuhhhhh...

[He looks down at rat-friend, shrugging and gesturing to Martin. Then exhales heavily looking back to him and nods.

Stands perfectly still closing his eyes.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin holds his breath. Then ... carefully moves to the front of him, looking down at the green light still probably visible through Bruno's eyelids. ]

I'm going to another room. Come find me in about two minutes.

[ And with utter silence, he slips off to one of the spare storage rooms. ]

[hijoperdido]

Wai-What?

[He opens his eyes one second too late to see what direction he went. Bruno's left alone, looking around the room nervous like Martin just vanished, or hadn't been there at all.]

Ahhhh ay... Donde...

[All right. He'll wait a minute and breathe. Try to listen, try to distract himself.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yup. Even without the Lonely, Martin is good at that disappearing trick.

There is absolutely no sound, nor any other indication of where he's gone. Does Bruno Know anyway? ]

[hijoperdido]

[No, there isn't any sign of what Martin did. He isn't sure if it's two minutes or not, but he starts to move quietly, listening as he walks through the walls.

It isn't Knowing, it's not quite as strong as that. But he gets a hunch. A thought maybe this way that has him turning corners, looking closer.]

Martin, this is - A really really bad idea. [Is what he manages in a shout-whisper.]