Thread: Salt and Sulfur (MessedupRp x Skeith Takahata II)

We're going to play hide 'n' seek now, okay? A taller red haired elf spoke to a small elvish child. The sounds outside the house were less than pleasant, distant booms and shouting muffled by the walls of the small house rented by the impoverished elvish family. The mother was a seamstress, the father was a miner, and the child? An innocent. Swept up in the winds of rebellion. Mommy, I'm scared. She mumbled quietly looking past her towards the front door, there her father stood, watching out the window with a rifle in his hands. Don't be darling. Go hide yourself. I'll come find you. It's a game. Remember? It's all a game. The young woman pressed her lips against the child's forehead before sending her off to hide. Following her mother's instruction the small child disappeared into the basement, finding the best hiding space she could. When they came, she remained hidden. Watching through the cracks of the old wardrobe she hid in as hooded figures and automated soldiers searched the home. When silence finally came she left the wardrobe, wandering up the stairs to where she had last seen her parents. There were no bodies, no sign that they had ever been there to begin with. The child walked out the front door, staring out at the city as she clutched tightly to a stuffed rabbit. M-maybe they're hiding. It's all a game, right? As the years passed, Charlotte grew. Her parents disappearance was never properly investigated. Alone and abandoned to the lowest level of the city, her sanity went the way of her parents, vanishing into the night. Now an adult, Charlotte Marigold had been in and out of numerous asylums, none able to hold her for long. That day she sat in her home, in her rolling desk chair, examining a map of the city. No matter how normal her front door may have seemed. The interior of the building clearly belonged to a madwoman. Lunatic scribbles denoting her mother's last words covered the walls. It's all a game. Drawings that appeared to be drawn by a child depicted two girls at least somewhat resembling her and Maria. Maps of the city with potential targets circled covered the walls. A list of names and photographs of people she was watching. She spun around in the chair as she looked over at the stuffed rabbit sitting on the desk. What do you think, Flopsy? She asked. Rob a bank? Blow up an automaton factory? Park a bus in the lobby of the police department? She was going through different ways to get her beloved Detective's attention. No... All too subtle... She tapped her chin in thought. Don't say that! Of course she feels the same way! She's just shy is all! She scowled at the rabbit. Hearing a knock at her door, she spun around in confusion. At first she was worried police were here to haul her away again. But, I haven't gotten the chance to do anything yet... She pushed herself up, walking over to the door. She opened to peephole. Seeing Maria on the other side she smiled widely. She spun around looking at Flopsy. She's early... I haven't done anything yet! She sucked in a deep breath, pulling open the door, smiling widely. Hey you! What are you doing here? There's a pattern you know? I do a thing, then you show up, we have some laughs, and the cycle starts over again. You're early! I haven't done the thing yet! She reached up scratching one of her long pointed ears as she thought about it.