Disclaimer :
This is a dark story. Bad things happen to innocent people. Desperate actions are taken by a madwoman. There is a great deal of violence. If violence against innocents bothers you, please do not read further.
85th Day of Summer, 512 AV (Begins immediately after the events of Life & Death.) Tock couldn't watch as they wrapped Mikey's body up in a sheet. The fancy special robes people from the fish ceremony came to take him away. Tock just stood there, clutching Dira to her chest, head lowered, mind numb and filled with cotton. No one spoke to her. They didn't seem to know how to comfort her. But she didn't WANT to be comforted. She wasn't ready to admit he was gone yet. After Mikey's body... his old body, was taken away, Tock stalked from the room. One of the doctors tried to approach her, saying, "Tock, we should talk. The funeral..." She just kept walking, without even glancing at the man. She wasn't going to the funeral. She had work to do... She went straight to the store and bought a cloak, cap, and some cheap make-up; then she hurried home and changed clothes, tossing the ones she'd been wearing for the last few days in the corner. She gathered up a few things, shoving what she needed into her backpack without really giving it much thought. She had a vague idea what she needed to do, but no real plan. She was good at improvising, though. She pulled the new cap over her head, tucking her hair up into it as best she could. She adjusted it until no red was showing, checking her reflection in a scrap of metal. Then she did what she could to disguise her appearance, applying make-up without any skill. She'd only ever worn make-up once in her whole life, and didn't really know how to apply it right. But it didn't matter; just wearing make-up would make it hard for anyone to tell it was her. She painted her lips, applied some color around her eyes, and added a touch of rosiness to her cheeks. She rubbed some dark coloration over her eyebrows to temporarily make them look brown. When she was done, the result wasn't exactly expert, nor very attractive... but it would help stop anyone from recognizing her. She pulled on the new cloak and raised the hood, concealing herself even further. She kept Grippy and Handy tucked away in her backpack out of sight. She was never seen walking through the city without the reaching tool holstered on her hip, or the wooden hand somewhere on her. No one could possibly recognize her. She told the rest of her babies, "Stop." They froze in place. They'd remain, motionless, in her house until she got back. Wearing a dark expression, and ignoring the protests in the back of her mind, she left, locked up, and headed towards the docks. Ledger :
Cotton Cloak 3 sm
Cap, cotton 8 cm Cosmetics, common 10 oz/ 10 cm |