Koschei sat on the steps to the planetarium. The sun was just beginning to set and his shift was now over. With his head bent to his knees and his arms wrapped around his shins, Koschei couldn't see the sun setting. It didn't matter. He wasn't paying attention to anything outside his own mind. He'd barely made it out of work, before giving in to what he perceived as his greatest weakness. Koschei tried to keep the drums secret, but, in most ways, he was still a boy. Now, he was a boy in pain.

It was not a good day. dum dum dum dum

It was a day for the drums. dum dum dum dum

The never-ending drum beat was loud today. dum dum dum dum

Today, the drums almost seemed to speaking. DUM DUM DUM DUM

Koschei hated days like today. He feared the message of the drums. They always seemed to speak of anger, pain, and even violence. Koschei hated the persistence of the drums, even at their most quiet. At their most quiet, they weren't peaceful, but ominous, whispering of tragedies to come. Koschei tried not to listen.

Koschei knew, if he listened too closely, he might go mad...or worse.


[OTA Feel free to question, comfort, or harass Koschei. :D]

[Introspection]

[Izanami never much liked the verbose, religious fanatic that was Ted. He was the epitome of cowardly men like her former husband, who ran at the first sign of danger, he insisted she was mad, rather than a true God, yet despite all this claimed to know everything about her. Most of all, he was obviously afraid of her.

For the time being, she had planned to leave this as a minor annoyance and nothing more. However, since the debate between the Guardians, certain points had really got on her nerves.

Perhaps she thought scaring him would satisfy her poor mood and prove, if just to herself, what a worthless coward he was.]

[Video, Locked to Ted]

( cw for descriptions of Izanami's true, undead form )

Tell me, son of man...What of the 'abominations', the 'twisted monstrosities' that exist here, more so than any other city? Can you call yourself a Guardian, one who considers your people as equals deserving of respect, when you are too afraid to even look upon them?

Abandon your claim before the people here tear you apart, you have no right for that title.

[With his victory in the Guardianship elections announced, Midboss' ego was well and truly sky high. When he starts the video feed, he can be seen reclining on his sofa at home, sipping from a glass of wine.]

Well, well, well! It would seem the people here recognise that I was truly the only candidate fit to reside over Attleton.

It is a great honour that my beautiful power, my capabilities and strength, continue to be given the credit they deserve - all others too intimidated to stand against the force that is The Dark Adonis Vyers!

Mais bien sûr, I shall endeavour to impress you further in the months to come. I welcome all of your congratulations and adoration, I have not left you so stunned that you find yourself speechless!

A truly glorious era will continue in Attleton, I shall make sure of it--

[Just as he is about to finish his grand speech, a flash of blue hair can be seen in the background, before a chair is thrown from the other side of the room, hitting Midboss squarely in the side of the head. The shock causes him to drop his communicator and spill his precious red wine all over the sofa.]

OWW!!!

[And as it hits the ground, the feed abruptly cuts.]