Post by Cthulhuson on Jan 6, 2013 2:27:54 GMT -5
It had been the second time in less than 24 hours that he's woken up in unfamiliar surroundings. The obsidian and crimson bed linen he found himself laying in was warm and inviting, therapeutic in a sense. A matching canopy draped the top half of the bed, as if the cloth were holding it's arms out for an embracing hug.
The room was filled with old Victorian furniture draped with leggings, unscented candles, an assortment of spiked trinkets, a Wilkes Barre/Scranton Wrestling pamphlet taped to a headboard mirror, and a half painted canvas. A myriad of art supplies draped the dressers while a gilded skull grinned away from the nightstand with a candle protruding from it's cranium. Off in the opposite side of the room, wood from the fireplace crackled while being engulfed by dancing flames and waltzing embers. The fireplace was a natural fit for the whole nocturnal ambiance of the bedroom.
The bedroom door cracked open slightly with the sound of a rusty cellar door. Raven slipped into the room with a cup of earl grey tea. She wore a black and white dress with a lace trim, set in the fashion of that of a french maid, but much more noir and a lot less obvious.
She noticed that Keats was awake. "Tea?" She sat down along the side of the bed. "Wasn't sure how you take it, so I added honey and milk in it. Hope that's okay?"
"Where am I?" groaned Keats from the hoarseness of his own throat. "You're in my place. I'm Raven by the way. I snuck you out last night after your whole fainting spell. You've been asleep going on 13 hours now. I also think you might be running some what of a fever." Keats let out a long, exasperated sigh, "I should go. If the Mayor finds out I'm alive-"
He made a move to remove the covers before Raven stopped him. "Don't! Please... Just don't go. I've already filled out all the paperwork and mocked the cremation process. As far anyone knows, you ARE dead Keats."
"Who are you anyways?" Keats questioned her with confusion, "Why are you helping me? You don't owe me anything."
She removed herself from the bed and walked over to the fireplace. "You mentioned that you were going after Mayor Nevermoore. That you were going to dethrone him. You're the only one I know who has the..the...the balls to stand up to my f-, Mayor Nevermoore. I want to help. I want his empire and everything he loves to crumble. I want to help... I want to help you."
"Because?"
"Because... Because... I believe in you and your conquest. Because Jack Nevermoore thought you so big of a threat that he tried to kill you and make it look like an accident on your behalf. Because I think you're the only one capable of stopping him from destroying In---. Be the one who destroys my father."
A brief silence was exchanged between the two, before broken up Keat's chuckle. The chuckle soon turned into a belly aching laugh leaving Raven to stand there awkwardly.
"The daughter of my sworn enemy would aide me in relinquishing him of all that he holds dear. Surely you see the black comedy in that." he said amusingly. "Unfortunately, I work alone...b--"
She hopped on the bed, facing him with just centimeters of privacy space left available to them. "Please. I want to be apart of this. You don't know how much he's ruined my life. Please... I'll do anything. I can be the Robin to your Batman, Harlequin to your Joker. I've proved to you that I can be quite resourceful. "
"Well, I was going to say that unfortunately, I work alone, but... in your case I'll make an exception." Together they grinned in unison. Lips were locked. Newly born passions arose. Sinful appetites were temporarily sated in ways that most couples couldn't even begin to phantom.
"That most certainly felt like poetic justice. If Jack Nevermoore could see us now." Keats mumbled. "That was worth dying once. There is only one thing missing."
"Ugh. Don't ask me to make a sandwich, I don't know if I'm going to be able to get up after that."
"That's not what I was referring to. Keats Covenant is dead, officially at least. I need an alter ego. I need a new face, and a creative medium to get my message across to all of Innsmouth. I need them to look to me. Not just me, but the idea of me. You can't kill an idea."
"Like Batman or the Joker!"
"Yes, like Batman or the Joker. I'll need a mask of some sort to hide my true identity. A new name as well. I must become someone else. A monster to destroy all the monsters in the world. I must become what I saw in the darkness for the 12 hours that I was out."
"I didn't want to press the issue, but I wanted to ask what you saw. Is there anything on the other side? Is it true that there is a tunnel with a blinding white light and that all your memories flash before your very eyes?"
"Perhaps it's different for everyone. I remember falling into the water. There was no light, only darkness. But even in the darkness a shadow moved, almost as if it was too dark for darkness itself. Then I saw it... a creature of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind.
A mix between a giant human, an octopus and a dragon, and is depicted as being hundreds of meters tall, with human-looking arms and legs and a pair of rudimentary wings on its back. It's head depicted as similar to the entirety of a giant octopus, with an unknown number of tentacles surrounding its supposed mouth. It seemed to be able to change the shape of its body at will, extending and retracting limbs and tentacles as it seemed fit.
It wouldn't let me die. It just shook it's head and said, 'son'.
That's when I woke up and saw you for the first time."
Raven jumped up out of the bed half naked and stumbled towards her bookcase. After scanning the shelf for several moments she snatched a book by it's spine.
"Look here, you dreamed of the Old One, Cthulhu. You practically described him to a tee. Are you sure you've never read any of the Cthulhu Mythos? Or H.P. Lovecraft's work?
"H.P. Whocraft?"
"Ahh Nevermind, if you're the son of Cthulhu, that practically makes you like Loki, a demigod!" She wrapped her arms around him started and kissing him at the base his collarbone. "I don't think you realize just how great you're are. Everything happens for a reason. There is a reason we met. There is a reason you, I mean Keats, your former self, became a Marine Biologist."
"Well it was either that or a wrestler..."
She glanced over at the WBSW flyer, then back at him. Slowly but surely, a grin spread across her face.
The room was filled with old Victorian furniture draped with leggings, unscented candles, an assortment of spiked trinkets, a Wilkes Barre/Scranton Wrestling pamphlet taped to a headboard mirror, and a half painted canvas. A myriad of art supplies draped the dressers while a gilded skull grinned away from the nightstand with a candle protruding from it's cranium. Off in the opposite side of the room, wood from the fireplace crackled while being engulfed by dancing flames and waltzing embers. The fireplace was a natural fit for the whole nocturnal ambiance of the bedroom.
The bedroom door cracked open slightly with the sound of a rusty cellar door. Raven slipped into the room with a cup of earl grey tea. She wore a black and white dress with a lace trim, set in the fashion of that of a french maid, but much more noir and a lot less obvious.
She noticed that Keats was awake. "Tea?" She sat down along the side of the bed. "Wasn't sure how you take it, so I added honey and milk in it. Hope that's okay?"
"Where am I?" groaned Keats from the hoarseness of his own throat. "You're in my place. I'm Raven by the way. I snuck you out last night after your whole fainting spell. You've been asleep going on 13 hours now. I also think you might be running some what of a fever." Keats let out a long, exasperated sigh, "I should go. If the Mayor finds out I'm alive-"
He made a move to remove the covers before Raven stopped him. "Don't! Please... Just don't go. I've already filled out all the paperwork and mocked the cremation process. As far anyone knows, you ARE dead Keats."
"Who are you anyways?" Keats questioned her with confusion, "Why are you helping me? You don't owe me anything."
She removed herself from the bed and walked over to the fireplace. "You mentioned that you were going after Mayor Nevermoore. That you were going to dethrone him. You're the only one I know who has the..the...the balls to stand up to my f-, Mayor Nevermoore. I want to help. I want his empire and everything he loves to crumble. I want to help... I want to help you."
"Because?"
"Because... Because... I believe in you and your conquest. Because Jack Nevermoore thought you so big of a threat that he tried to kill you and make it look like an accident on your behalf. Because I think you're the only one capable of stopping him from destroying In---. Be the one who destroys my father."
A brief silence was exchanged between the two, before broken up Keat's chuckle. The chuckle soon turned into a belly aching laugh leaving Raven to stand there awkwardly.
"The daughter of my sworn enemy would aide me in relinquishing him of all that he holds dear. Surely you see the black comedy in that." he said amusingly. "Unfortunately, I work alone...b--"
She hopped on the bed, facing him with just centimeters of privacy space left available to them. "Please. I want to be apart of this. You don't know how much he's ruined my life. Please... I'll do anything. I can be the Robin to your Batman, Harlequin to your Joker. I've proved to you that I can be quite resourceful. "
"Well, I was going to say that unfortunately, I work alone, but... in your case I'll make an exception." Together they grinned in unison. Lips were locked. Newly born passions arose. Sinful appetites were temporarily sated in ways that most couples couldn't even begin to phantom.
"That most certainly felt like poetic justice. If Jack Nevermoore could see us now." Keats mumbled. "That was worth dying once. There is only one thing missing."
"Ugh. Don't ask me to make a sandwich, I don't know if I'm going to be able to get up after that."
"That's not what I was referring to. Keats Covenant is dead, officially at least. I need an alter ego. I need a new face, and a creative medium to get my message across to all of Innsmouth. I need them to look to me. Not just me, but the idea of me. You can't kill an idea."
"Like Batman or the Joker!"
"Yes, like Batman or the Joker. I'll need a mask of some sort to hide my true identity. A new name as well. I must become someone else. A monster to destroy all the monsters in the world. I must become what I saw in the darkness for the 12 hours that I was out."
"I didn't want to press the issue, but I wanted to ask what you saw. Is there anything on the other side? Is it true that there is a tunnel with a blinding white light and that all your memories flash before your very eyes?"
"Perhaps it's different for everyone. I remember falling into the water. There was no light, only darkness. But even in the darkness a shadow moved, almost as if it was too dark for darkness itself. Then I saw it... a creature of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind.
A mix between a giant human, an octopus and a dragon, and is depicted as being hundreds of meters tall, with human-looking arms and legs and a pair of rudimentary wings on its back. It's head depicted as similar to the entirety of a giant octopus, with an unknown number of tentacles surrounding its supposed mouth. It seemed to be able to change the shape of its body at will, extending and retracting limbs and tentacles as it seemed fit.
It wouldn't let me die. It just shook it's head and said, 'son'.
That's when I woke up and saw you for the first time."
Raven jumped up out of the bed half naked and stumbled towards her bookcase. After scanning the shelf for several moments she snatched a book by it's spine.
"Look here, you dreamed of the Old One, Cthulhu. You practically described him to a tee. Are you sure you've never read any of the Cthulhu Mythos? Or H.P. Lovecraft's work?
"H.P. Whocraft?"
"Ahh Nevermind, if you're the son of Cthulhu, that practically makes you like Loki, a demigod!" She wrapped her arms around him started and kissing him at the base his collarbone. "I don't think you realize just how great you're are. Everything happens for a reason. There is a reason we met. There is a reason you, I mean Keats, your former self, became a Marine Biologist."
"Well it was either that or a wrestler..."
She glanced over at the WBSW flyer, then back at him. Slowly but surely, a grin spread across her face.