Who:Clio and Open to any immortal What:We're all mad here When:Thursday evening Where:Random street corner Warnings:Angsty Muse, slightly half mad Muse, TBD
There's a girl on the streets, barefoot and in a dress meant for warmer weather. People don't really notice her, both because this is a common scene and because she's not really there. She's also not a girl at all.
Those who pass her, remember things from the past. Random dates of things that have happened spring to mind. Some get ideas. Some wonder.
This is then, what happens to a slightly mad Muse. She's a half shade of memory, because so few remember Clio anymore and even less want to preserve History. They want to change it, conform it to their wishes. History's always been written by the victor, always half truths hidden behind the exaggerations Herdotus made as the rule, but it's never been this bad. It effects her worse then she'll show anyone. History's alone, despite the Nine she belongs too, and it's not always easy to deal with. She's reminded of her mortality. How fragile she is.
Not that she needs help being reminded. The faint whip marks on her back do it for her.
She hums, just under her breath, lost in herself and trying to follow the strands. Arizona beckons, and she'll go soon enough and drag her little songbird with if she must. She expects no one to want to join her. Issues doesn't quite cover the mess that is Clio now.
Her toes bite into the snow but she does not feel it. She just stands on the pavement and watches, people brushing by her and not really seeing her yet wondering what that tune is. She'll come back to herself soon enough, and pretend this didn't happen, but now she is lost within her own mind and in the vaults of history, feeling them being changed, feeling it effect her and make her different.
She's never done well with change.
(Post a new comment) I hope this is okay! If not I can delete! [info]recklessate 2011-01-14 04:18 am (local) (link) Track This She hasn't been looking for any of the Muses, but it seems like Ate has stumbled on one anyway. And it's this one that she actually remembers sinking her claws into. (Her own claws and all sorts of lovely artificial ones as well.)
She steps out of the doorway that she'd been watching people from and smiles wolfishly at Clio. "You're gonna get frostbite, sugar."
(Reply to this)(Thread) No! It's fine. Sorry about the late, had to get late night dinner [info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 05:03 am (local) (link) Track This The voice makes her turn around, the hum caught in her throat because this is her nightmare. She remembers the bitter dark and wicked claws too well. And there was always laughter.
"No." her voice seems far away, scared, and she steps back, "you're not here."
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 06:40 am (local) (link) Track This Ate laughed darkly, the sound at the back of her throat. Leaning against the freezing bricks of the wall and crossed her arms and looked into Clio's eyes. "Is that right, pumpkin?"
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 06:46 am (local) (link) Track This She whimpered, dakr memories she tried so hard to bury fighting to the surface as she stepped back, feet slipping on the pavement. She barely noticed. "No. No, no, no, no. You can't be here."
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:02 am (local) (link) Track This Ate pushed off the wall with her elbow and approached the Muse. "Oh honey," she purred, "I can be anywhere I want to be." Ate smirked, reaching out fingers for her hair. "Wanna play, cutie? I've got all sorts of games for us."
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 07:08 am (local) (link) Track This Tears dripped off her cheeks because she remembers her screams and that laughter. When Ate stepped forward, she stepped back into the streets. "No! No more games. Go away!"
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:13 am (local) (link) Track This "Pretty little muse," Ate crooned, still moving towards her slowly. She wouldn't hurt her now, not that she and Apollo were on good terms again. The Muses were off-limits to Ate now because of that simple fact. But that didn't stop her playing this little cat and mouse game.
"I can feel Madness back in the city," Ate told her, taking a deep breath of winter air before looking back at Clio. "She comes for you, History."
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 07:16 am (local) (link) Track This She felt herself connect to something solid and without really thinking about it she slid down it, feeling herself shaking and pale. She didn't know nor care if anyone else could see her. Just as long as Ate went away.
"No. Please. Go away."
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:26 am (local) (link) Track This Instead of going away, Ate reached down and grabbed Clio roughing by the arm and dragged up back to stand up. It was no use pumping her influence into this one; there was no use for mad impulse or infatuation with Clio tonight.
"I thought we were friends, Museling?" Ate pouted, giving her a little shake. "Where are your snarky little comments now?"
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 07:29 am (local) (link) Track This She yelped as she was dragged up, unable to really fight it. Clio had never dealt with what had happened to her then, nor what had happened to her now. Everything shut down.
The shake made her whimper again, not at all the strong Muse she liked to pretend she was. "No. Stop. Please."
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:33 am (local) (link) Track This "Say 'pretty please with sugar on top'," Ate sing-songed sweetly, putting her fact close to Clio's.
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 07:40 am (local) (link) Track This the nearness made her choke up, unable to give Ate the reply she really wanted. She felt shattered and broken, all her pieces everywhere with no one there to pick them up.
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:44 am (local) (link) Track This Ate's lips were pressed against Clio's ear, her voice coming through her teeth. "Say. It."
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 07:46 am (local) (link) Track This It had the opposite effect. Clio could only cry more, becoming almost hysterical in it. She'd never allowed herself to heal, always piled up too many distractions and no one had seen the cracks to now see the shattering.
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[info]recklessate 2011-01-14 07:54 am (local) (link) Track This Ate was soaking up all this amazing fear but it was all pretty pointless if she couldn't even torture her. Apollo would get cranky and she liked him right now. So instead Ate sighed and drew back, looking at the crying muse seriously. "I'll catch you later, cupcake."
She let go of Clio's arm with a bit of a shove and then pushed her own hands into her pockets before heading off in the opposite direction, needing a nice bastard to hang up by his ankles so the night wouldn't be a waste.
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[info]famedhistory 2011-01-14 08:16 am (local) (link) Track This With that, Clio fell back to the pavement, feeling her own splinters fall away. Maybe she'd been more okay if she hadn't encountered Ate. Truth is, the Muse feels broken and all she feels capable of doing is curl into the snow and cry until the snow makes the pain go away.