Bracelets for the soul

Aberdeen walked through the rift without question, ending up at the now abandoned ballroom, their aura turning purple for a moment. "Why are we here? Why couldn't we go to the hotel?" They questioned, looking up at Alti. While they didn't fully understand the man's powers they assumed it'd be easy to focus in on something and just....be there??

Aberdeen looked around the area, no sign of the group. The sudden realization that they were in public without their head struck and they quickly ran into the ballroom. "God damnit, Alti! I can't let people see me like this!! I'm covered in bl-" They stopped as they looked up, realizing a familiar waiter was standing in front of them. A man by the name Deep Pond. Aberdeen's aura went white, but Deep didn't seem affected by this. Instead, the man held out a card to the headless being before walking out.

The card had the hotel address written down on it, making things much easier on them. While they wish they could thank the waiter, it was too late for that. "Hey Alti! Can you make rifts to places if you have an address? One of the butlers handed me this.." They walked out from the ballroom and handed Alti the card. "If not, you could probably order a cab, yeah?" 

Aberdeen's head turned a mixture of blue and pink as Aberdeen took the card back. "I-I'm sorry....." The muttered. "I don't know how your powers work..." As Aberdeen prepared to put their fake head on and try and flag down a taxi, a car horn honked. Aberdeen looked out towards the street and sure enough Deep was waiting for the two in an all black vehicle, tinted windows and all. Aberdeen's aura flashed purple for a moment, but decided not to question it. He DID work for Elenara and Tyrithilis after all.

Aberdeen and Alti quickly got into the car, and Deep wasted no time driving the two to the hotel, going just under the speed limit. The two arrived at the plaza within 15 minutes. As the two got out of the car, Aberdeen tried tipping the man, but he politely refused and drove off. "What a strange guy..." They muttered to themself. As the two walked inside and recieved their room keys (Aberdeen receiving an almost disgusted look from the worker) they rode the elavator up to their floor and walked down the hallway. 

Before they let Alti enter his designated room, Aberdeen stopped him. "Uh, Cyrus is really pissed at you right now...I don't think he's really....in the mood to see you." The hesitated for a moment. "Give me like 10 minutes, and I'll, uh....help smooth things out with you two...." With that, Aberdeen left Alti in the hall and walked off towards their room. They let a small puff of smoke waft through the crack in the door to check on Maicy, who seemed to be asleep. Aberdeen sighed in relief and quietly entered the room. 

The fighter showered as quickly as they could, cleaning all the now-dried blood off of their body and getting into a pair of sweats and a tank top before emerging again, fake head and bag full of hair dye in hand. "Okay, lets go..." Aberdeen knocked on Cyrus' door before opening it slightly and peering inside. "Hey, Cyrus.... I wanna talk with you..." They softly walked into the room, motioning for Alti to follow him. "Let's work things out, yeah?"

Aberdeen took a pair of rubber gloves, a plastic bowl and a bottle of bleach out of their bag and set it on the table. They then moved over to the window and cracked it open slightly so the smell of bleach didn't consume the room. "Sorry, I want to do something special for Maicy so you're gonna have to deal with the smell of bleach for a bit, heheh. Also, just a note, I have no idea how this stuff works so I'm gonna try my best, heh..." They spoke nervously as they sat down on the table, pulling out a large paint brush and filling the plastic bowl with bleach.

"So lets address the elephant in the room. The fight." Their aura grew a shade of white before continuing. "Clearly, you weren't happy with how things happened, Cyrus. As most people wouldn't be. Fights are pretty...pointless.. but you seemed more disturbed by it than anyone else there." Aberdeen spoke softly as they began brushing the fake head's hair with the now bleach-soaked paint brush. "You clearly hate fighting, so I think you should tell Alti why..? Or the two of you should find a, uh.....middle ground?" Aberdeen began stuttering as they had no idea what they were talking about.

Maicy slept peacefully in her bed. She's having multiple dreams. Some that are related to her past with her job and friends from home to how things will be with the future of Aberdeen and even some of the people there. Even in her dream, Maicy knows stay away from Alti. Even beating the crap out of him is pretty much a lose/lose situation.

Then, a memory of of the time before she got to the airport accured in her dream.

((The memory is in spoiler.))


Maicy, while still sleeping, smiled at the memory. All of a sudden, her phone rang, which woke Maicy up.

"Hhhheerrbuurr" Maicy mumbled as she woke up. "Who could be calling me around this time?"

She checked her phone. It's Celesthy.

"Oh of course."

Maicy answered the phone.

"Hello."

((Rest of the phone call.))



Maicy hung up. She got out of her bed and walked to the fridge. Luckily, the coca cola cans were in a mini form.

"Phew! Glad they have those around."

She took one of them, opened it, and drink it. It was really small to Maicy was able finished it quickly. Maicy turned the T.V. back on.

"In other news, someone bought the cat, killed the cashier, and stole the money back."

"Oh my- that just proves that no matter how good or bad you are, there's always that one stupid person.."

Vale had been about to leave when the door swung open, a rather distressed Alraada in new attire in the doorway. He still had the room key clasped tightly in his hand, but the decision was now made for him. "Let's not talk out here." He whispered.

Quickly he entered the hotel room, turning off all the lights in the room as he did so. He approached the window and peered through the blinds. The new phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, checked it, cursed under his breath, and quickly closed the blinds the rest of the way, plunging the world into almost complete darkness. Fumbling around, he located his bag and pulled out one of the syringes, stabbing the needle into the side of his neck harshly. Coughing, he tossed the syringe into the trash before collapsing onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling and glancing over at the silhouette of Alraada. The phone buzzed again and he picked it up and shoved it into the nightstand drawer. The room was silent for a few moments before Vale gathered the words he needed to say.

"I'm sure you want me to apologize." He muttered, sitting back down on the bed. "For what happened back there." He placed his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, bringing his chin to rest on his fists. "But I'm not."

Another long pause.

"You want the truth, so there it is. I'm not sorry for my actions." He rested his forehead against his hands. "But I'm sorry they caused you to be upset." 

Aberdeen turned a visible green as they felt their stomach churn at the idea of what the implications of 'a violent household' could mean. Aberdeen shook their head quickly, reverting back to it's normal color as Alti began speaking.
The fighter squirmed around in their seat as the continued bleaching the mannequin head's hair, now getting more and more uncomfortable with the situation at hand as it became all the more apparent to them that they had no idea what they were doing. Once Alti finished his little tirade, Aberdeen spoke up once more.

"I think Cyrus is more worried about the violence in general..." They muttered "Being around violence all the time can be toxic for somebody, and can cause extreme mental issues and...stuff.." They looked towards Cyrus for a moment before looking back towards Alti. "Alti, what did Vale say that made you so angry? I think that'd be important to know so that Cyrus can avoid upsetting you that badly in the future..."