[overflow] in this moment of tranquility
Universe: Wingverse, Charun iteration, one of many spin-offs thereof. Serial Killerverse, technically. Yes, Iris is a serial killer. Shush, I like AUs. :3
Time: About six months after the previous post. Mid-2012.
Place: Anywhere and everywhere.
Characters: Iris, and anyone who wants to join in.
There's a killer roaming the streets of Chicago tonight.
She doesn't kill for fun; she doesn't kill for sport. She gets no sick thrill out of this. She doesn't kill because men have betrayed her, or women have betrayed her, or religion or love or society have betrayed her. She isn't partisan; everybody's fair game.
Which makes her all the more deadly.
Some of you may already know her, though you might do a double take: she's lanky, filthy, and possessed of a feral air that would never have shone in her old self's eyes. A year ago, a world away, a young and impressionable girl named Iris Fortner came through a Rift and found herself living the new life she'd always dreamed of: the life of one of Chicago's winged supernaturals, a Charun demon to be precise. She'd been carving out her niche quite nicely in that field, until one of her Marks turned on her.
A Temeluchus, with the power to brutalise minds.
The onslaught was inescapable, ripping away her defences and hammering her mind with a concentrated wall of fear. For many hours, she lay unconscious, oblivious to the stares of passersby. When she finally came to, her prey was gone; and so, mostly, was she.
Still possessed of the Calling of a Charun, but now unable to discern her Marks, she was slowly driven insane as the Calling grew stronger, needing to be fed but not knowing its outlet. She left her home for a life on the streets, fleeing from everyone who loved her before she could do any more damage-- emotionally, or physically. Eventually, she began to kill others in desperation, hoping that in her slaughter she would eventually happen upon the person she was fated to kill, and the Calling would be satisfied, at least for a little while.
And so life goes, one kill to the next, in the blind and bitter hope that you'll be the one she needs. You might find her lurking behind the trash in some back alley, or skulking in a corridor where the lights have gone out. You might find her walking the subway tracks, or foraging for scraps of food, in the brief moments of lucidity where she remembers she has to eat. But wherever you meet her, don't bother questioning whether you're her target tonight: you are. You all are. Try to reason with her if you will, but please, don't expect much of a response.
[OOC: Mio, up to you whether you want to have known Iris in this verse. I'm taking it as an AU of the teme!Kaden thread in the last post, which is technically mutually exclusive with the teme!Mio thread, but we can say that teme!Kaden was after that if you feel like traumatising Mio with a deranged Iris. :P Your call.]
Time: About six months after the previous post. Mid-2012.
Place: Anywhere and everywhere.
Characters: Iris, and anyone who wants to join in.
There's a killer roaming the streets of Chicago tonight.
She doesn't kill for fun; she doesn't kill for sport. She gets no sick thrill out of this. She doesn't kill because men have betrayed her, or women have betrayed her, or religion or love or society have betrayed her. She isn't partisan; everybody's fair game.
Which makes her all the more deadly.
Some of you may already know her, though you might do a double take: she's lanky, filthy, and possessed of a feral air that would never have shone in her old self's eyes. A year ago, a world away, a young and impressionable girl named Iris Fortner came through a Rift and found herself living the new life she'd always dreamed of: the life of one of Chicago's winged supernaturals, a Charun demon to be precise. She'd been carving out her niche quite nicely in that field, until one of her Marks turned on her.
A Temeluchus, with the power to brutalise minds.
The onslaught was inescapable, ripping away her defences and hammering her mind with a concentrated wall of fear. For many hours, she lay unconscious, oblivious to the stares of passersby. When she finally came to, her prey was gone; and so, mostly, was she.
Still possessed of the Calling of a Charun, but now unable to discern her Marks, she was slowly driven insane as the Calling grew stronger, needing to be fed but not knowing its outlet. She left her home for a life on the streets, fleeing from everyone who loved her before she could do any more damage-- emotionally, or physically. Eventually, she began to kill others in desperation, hoping that in her slaughter she would eventually happen upon the person she was fated to kill, and the Calling would be satisfied, at least for a little while.
And so life goes, one kill to the next, in the blind and bitter hope that you'll be the one she needs. You might find her lurking behind the trash in some back alley, or skulking in a corridor where the lights have gone out. You might find her walking the subway tracks, or foraging for scraps of food, in the brief moments of lucidity where she remembers she has to eat. But wherever you meet her, don't bother questioning whether you're her target tonight: you are. You all are. Try to reason with her if you will, but please, don't expect much of a response.
[OOC: Mio, up to you whether you want to have known Iris in this verse. I'm taking it as an AU of the teme!Kaden thread in the last post, which is technically mutually exclusive with the teme!Mio thread, but we can say that teme!Kaden was after that if you feel like traumatising Mio with a deranged Iris. :P Your call.]