mandalus :: the city of fates.

[ Deliria is looking much better than the last time she was seen by just about everyone.

She's not falling about into looping tendrils. At least not in part. Her body is together and whole, her fingers as solid as any if no one knew better. Carefully she's bent over the head of Jo, using the song to play with Jo's hair. It curled up in little blond streaks, twisting about Deliria's fingers. ]

Ring-a-ring-a-rosie. A pocket full of posy. You're just Daddy's little soldier.

[ The song twists fluidly from something low and soothing to something more joyful. A sharp and bright marching rhythm. ]

My siblings go to die for you. We all fall down.

[ She laughed, and it sounded like glass being smashed, a cat's howl and a woman's wail. Her mouth pulled and twisted from a snarl to a smile, her own hair shifted in the nonexistent wind of Jo's bedroom where she slept on peacefully unaware. ]

But they are gone and I am here, my sweet ones. I shall be Mother Bird now. I will take good and whole care for you. My little doves. My song birds. Your hearts will beat in your chests once more. [ thump, thump, thump. ] I made sure of it. Though it left without so much for so long...

You are to be good to our new C'meni. Do you understand? For if you are naughty, your new mother shall want to know why.

[ the static crackles on the screen as it goes black. ]

[ ooc: as always, video or action for her being in bed with your character is fine! ]

( Cut for Length and Exposition - Ben coming back to life )

[The video starts up, and the song is present before Deliria speaks.

She is not quite herself however, she's sitting on the bed -- a different bed again. For once she's left the Winchesters alone, and she is not completely herself. Usually she made the effort to be solid for them, to be something real they can touch. But she seems incapable to hold so now. The edges of her body seem to turn to the white mist she used to slip into people's dreams.

Ethereal, quite probably, but also exhausted. She's not her cheerful self, not in the least. In fact she appeared to be crying. Tears rolling down her face, though her inability to hold true form meant they just fell and disappeared back into the mist.]

Forgive me, forgive me. I have taken them from you too late. I could not -- there was just too many -- [her breath hitched and the tears did not stop.] But I have them all, inside of me. Dream, please, untroubled now. Please, I need so to feel whole once more, I need more than this black.

[Her head turned to the bed, and a man sleeping in bed was no other than Captain James Kirk. Tousled hair and apparently sleeping peacefully and deep enough. Just as she wanted then. Carefully moving her skirts, she sunk down beside him, her hand sliding to his neck, cupping his jaw to turn his head -- then she kissed him. Crawling over him more to do so properly, she kissed him like she had loved him her whole life. Which, truly, she loved them all in such a way. Desperation and longing, her tears did not stop, the trickles of mist falling upon his cheeks and fading as they slid down and away. Eventually though, she stopped, and laid down beside him, curling an arm across his chest and her face in the back of his neck. More comfortable to her and to the Captain's taste, her clothes shifted to something from his dreams.]

So that is what it feels like... [but her exhaustion took the better of her, and her eyes closed as she slipped inside of the dreams of the city, peaceful as she could make them.]

[ooc: all characters will have the feeling that someone had kissed them and tucked them tightly in there beds. They are welcome to wake up with her curled up in bed with her beside them. She's done her best to make them comfortable and loved as she can without interfering. Feel free to thread jack each other's posts. Any other replies will come after Kirk is finished freaking out at her. ]

[ A broadcast is sent over every single device, phone, television and radio wave. Today is a special day in Mandalus. Today, the System holds a memorial service for those innocent ones lost in the attack from the Serpent. A large crowd has gathered in the remains of the Residential District, and at the head is a stage. The Entity, Preaenuntius and Deliria are all present in flowing robes, fine dresses, and typical garb of what one would expect of the Harbringer. As the crowd settles and quiets, the Entity steps forward. ]

There are those that the world takes from us who cannot be returned. They are those that we continue to fight for. The ones whose faces we can never see again. Yet they are not gone forever. The teachings of our faith from long ago say that we will find them again in the hereafter, once the one charged with Morgeis' duties escort each of us. The Temple has been filled with weeks with all of you who grieve.

[ The Entity turns, its hand gesturing behind the display at a memorial statue, decorated in flower wreaths. ]

[Praenuntius does not speak, not because he has nothing to say but because there is a sharp pain surging up in his head. He hasn't had a vision in quite some time, and had thought it due to losing the ability, but it seems not. His eyes glaze over at the pain of an oncoming vision and his hand grasps onto Entity's arm, but he does not say anything, he remains quiet for the ceremonies to continue, and yet still no vision comes.]

[ As the Entity steps back, it looks over at Praenuntius with narrowed eyes. A robed man walks through the crowd and up to the stage. Suddenly, the Entity whirls around. The robed man drops his hood to reveal his face to the System. The crowd is suddenly blown back. ]

Fools! [ The robed man turns towards the cameras, his appearance may be familiar to those who remember the events of October and if they know their lore. ] Kind words may ease their minds and their hearts, but it will not ease their souls! Souls are that which is eternal, not these pitiful lives! And YOUR souls--[ the robbed man points right at the cameras. Right to the viewers. ]--will never cross between life and death again!

[ The Entity draws its sword and jumps to stab at the robbed man, while Praenunitus raises hands glowing with magic. He disappears as soon as the sword makes contact, leaving the Entity and Praenuntius on the ground, glancing around. ]

Seal the passages! [ Entity is suddenly shouting at security. ] Find how he got here! Destroy it immediately!

[ Between the panic and chaos, a black horse appears and calls loudly. It gallops towards the cameras and then disappears into the shadows. The cameras are knocked down and then the feed cuts out. ]


(( EVENT START. This post is here for everyone to post their reactions to. The System will respond as well if your character directs questions or comments to them! If you would like to have your characters present? That is perfectly fine as well. ))

[the video is locked, and Sam is leaning against a desk in Bobby's study, alone]

Deli... [cough] Deliria. I'd like to talk to you. Please.

[His throat is raw and scratchy from a week's worth of not being used. But now that he can talk, he wanted to talk to his newest little fangirl privately a moment]

[This madness, this pain. Her families war, and Deliria has one purpose. To keep them alive. Even if they thought she was awful. They didn't know what she was meant to do.

She was meant to love them.] Hey Jude... take a... sad song and make it better. [Whatever else can be said about her, she sings, and the effect is immediate and pure. It lulls. It gives a sense of peace that perhaps... the rest of her doesn't. But her goal is one thing: peace, otherwise denied to those in her care.

The song is a little distracted at the moment, just floating bye. She seems to be busy moving things, device in one hand and pillows in the other. Just pillows. Bright pink edged in white lace, complimenting the shade of baby pink of her skirts. She drops the pillows into a pile where there already seem to be dozens.

That's all well and good if it weren't the Winchester's Panic Room, and in the middle of those garish coloured pillows and lace and fluffy blankets, were Sam and Dean Winchester. She looked down at them both, her song shift as her mood did. It seems to mourn, deeply from the very edges of the soul, only she's not singing, it just seems to come from the air itself, many voices carrying at once, instead Deliria talks as the songs plays on.]

You are very silly brothers. My siblings would never be so foolish, they know I need them too much to die and they need you. I need you too, like I need them. Does that make it family when you need some body? Then we all need each other. We need to fight this war, together. That makes it family doesn't it?

[Of course, there is no answer from them, even if they logic of her question is twisted. They're dead. But to her they are simply waiting to get better. She leans in, ruffling Sam's hair. Amazingly enough, his shirt is gone again. Dean's got on a shirt that proudly states He Wuvs Hugs] It's alright though. The others are fighting, you shall rest now. You are safe here, my dear ones.

[Her smile shifts a little, and she drops and curls up between them, tucking Dean's arm around her waist as she lent her forehead on Sam's shoulder. After a moments consideration, she lent over to a little cut on Sam's cheek. The wound was clean now, she pressed her fingertip against it.] Tua me confortat, promissio, tua me deportat, negatio. [As she sings again, she runs her finger over the cut, like running over a seam, and it stitches the cut back together, with no scar, and no pain on Sam's behalf.] The others will take longer, but you're with me now. [The blanket is tucked up around her chin, and she wriggles about until she's completely comfortable.] Don't you two know by now? Family is better than heaven.

[the song turns to a soft, and more hopeful one.] My siblings, please be alright, else I shall weep myself out of songs. I'll be home when they no longer have need of me. [She nestles in again, wrapped up with them, and her eyes close.]

[The video clicks on to the sound of humming, soft and light, it's a song at its end, falling to silence. Then a drawn breath -- short and sharp before words begin without a proper source for them.]

Wake up, wake up, wake up. I tell you to wake up! [The voice is still light, like a whisper, but enough to rouse, even if it's not quite solid. Not quite real.] Are you awake my sweet ones? My cursed ones? I do regret letting you go -- but my siblings say I must. They've no sense of fun. None. Wouldn't you agree? I think you would. I know you, you see?

But I am being very rude. They say I must be kind. Kind like Mother was kind. For I must be as she now.

( Child, lollay, lullow, you have come into, an alien world )


[ooc: time to wake up Mandalus! They shall be waking up feeling strange like they've gone on one hell of a trip or a wild party and a little bit disorientated in the strange places they've woken up (which can be anywhere!). Please hop over here and fill out this for me, darlings~]