Currently Fronting: Kyrinov
Objective: Crowd Control / / Grieve
Location: The Tower, Eve
What do you do when a god dies?
There were moments such as these when you do not breathe because you cannot breathe. You cannot move, finding yourself immersed in sorrow, in an indescribable fear. Metallic eyes stared at the holoprojected screen in his office that flashed as BREAKING NEWS spread throughout Eve, cultivated by an already gathering news team. The screen showed the impossible seeping into reality for on the steps of the Tower, lay the head of their invisible leader. In plain sight. And already crowds gathered to witness the utter Chaos of the situation, questioning who the woman was.
He sent a quick message through the Silencer channel to report to the Tower and then he was off. He was out of time, there was no such thing as irrelevant as time to the Chaplain in the heat of the moment. He whistled and called Anat to his side as he ran through the Temple. He must have somehow gotten to the Tower, maybe by some kind of public transport, perhaps by private shuttle. He wasn’t sure, he couldn’t feel himself in his own body even as he parted the crowds with long strides and made his way to the familiar faces at the front of the masses.
He vaguely saw soldiers, Armada personnel, and even those of the Hunt present. There are people talking for every direction, steps being taken, news reporters still reporting with nothing to really give their audiences. He felt molten lava rise inside of him as anger bubbled. Grief and sorrow overtook him as he saw the dismembered head on the steps with his own eyes, rather he was watching himself stare at what evidence they had.
Kyrinov was met with a torrent of questions from a news anchor. “Chaplain, where are the Silencers? Do they not know of this incident? What will the Silencers do? Will they look into the matter? Is this woman tru-” The news reporter stopped as his head jerked to the side violently and he let the emotions rise and flow and build as he pulled at the Force.
He had questions of his own swirling through a fogged mind. How could they just stand there and wait around? What the hell were they waiting for? Why didn’t these people just spread out and leave the matter alone, there were professionals who could handle it. Why wasn’t anyone shutting up?
Those were his last conscious thoughts as he lost himself, only for another lurking figure to rise.
Currently Fronting: Svea
Objective: Crowd Control / / Subdue The Masses
Location: The Tower, Eve
It’d been ages since she’d been aware. Far longer since she saw through the lenses of their body.
There was a barrage of noise around the body. And then there was anger and there was the Force. Instinct kicked in, even if she wasn’t sure what was going on. Svea looked about and immediately her chestnut eyes landed on the severed head. Long moments stretched out until the face was connected with a name.
Discordia.
The warrior looked about at the unruly crowds in front of them, even as soldiers moved to attempt to calm the people, it seemed like quite the… ineffective tactic. She had a better solution. She drew on the Dark, pulled it in and through her body, using it as a conduit with the face of Kyrinov standing as the face they saw.
Instead of her skin, her body, they saw him. They saw his eyes glow and warp into a burning ember, his hands wove patterns through the air, it was his voice they heard chanting in the Sith tongue and it was his voice they would soon hear again. But, it was she that was the drive behind their actions. He would look like the hero and none would know of her. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, given their current predicament.
Her eyes found the startled news reporter and softened slightly. Her hand made a gesture, targeting the civilians present and passively projected the ability through the lens of the camera, tugging at Anat as a conduit to sustain it long enough to get a message out. They reached out to the minds of those gathered and the minds of the citizens watching at home.
The voice that emanated from Kyrinov was not his own, but no one would know it other than those close to him. Even they would understand this, that’s what she told herself anyway.
“There is nothing to see. None were harmed today. Return home, go about your usual business. Trust that we will get to the bottom of any future mishaps.”
And then, to add that special Kyrinov flair to make it believable.
“May Discordia watch over you as you go about your day.”
An eternal moment longer to ensure that she’d reached all that she could for now and the control of hundreds of minds was dropped as they proceeded to dissipate, leaving the Tower’s courtyard and lower steps. The bustle of Eve was temporarily resumed.
As they withdrew, she felt herself slipping. The danger was gone now, things were temporarily safe. Rhea could help with the grief. She’d done her part, they were safe.
They were safe, she thought as she faded into the background, giving way to Kyrinov once more. Svea thought this even as their body crumpled, knees buckling and hitting the cement underfoot, at their limit and exhausted. She swore she felt that blasted wolf nudge them and then climb on top of them. Even the dog called him forward.
Perhaps the crowd would gather again soon but, for now, they were safe.
The gods are not dead.