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House of M - The Beginning

Who: Billy Kaplan + Anyone who wants to be involved in the House of M Plot + Related CR + Anyone Really
What: Um. The House of M Plot.
When: October 1st-7th
Where: Literally anywhere in Luceti, yo
Summary: Billy returns from a kidnapping feeling a bit, er, different. A white light envelops the village for just a moment, and when it fades... well. All kinds of things are different, actually.
Rating: Varies, anything above R take it elsewhere!

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It starts off so innocently, early on the morning of October 1st. A burst of light, a warm rush of energy that consumes everything it touches, and it's gentle enough to feel like stepping out into sunlight from the shade. It's so brief that some people might not even notice it happened. But there are certainly... differences. Some subtle, some not. And those changed won't even understand the problem.

After all, why would perfection be a problem?

The truth is, there are no problems. There can't be. It's perfect, Billy thinks. Believes it. His belief is his reality, and now, it's their reality. It all has to be perfect; they deserve it, all of them, for one reason or another. And he'll do whatever he has to protect that perfection from being tainted, ruined, taken away from them.

Teddy died so this could happen, after all.

So what is your new reality?

((first two threads reserved for the intro thread and billy's status; after that consider this log a free-for-all.))

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[One of the first things Rue wanted to do after everything became final and real was help out in the cafe, however she could; sometimes that means staying into the evening and wiping up, getting ready for the next wave of people or to close for the day.

Other times it means drinking the last of the brewed coffee and waiting for her favorite, most precious minutes with her mother, and sometimes her father too. At those times, she can't stop smiling.

When not assisting her parents and turning her new, less-lonely demeanor on the world, she finds ways to just be kind to people: finding the book they're looking for in the library, grabbing a friend (who may be acting like an unsuspecting stranger for some odd reason) to help her tend to gardens around the village, or sitting and dreaming away about the future.

There's a friend of hers that she likes very much, you see. But he's a prince and she's a commoner and friendship is the best a girl like her can hope for, with him. It should be - and is, now - enough that her awful painful past can finally die, now that she has happiness and love from people here.]

[While she's at one of those gardens, there will be something like a sudden, brief wind. And then, he is standing there. A bouquet of flowers in hand.]

[The burst of wind doesn't surprise her - she lifts her head from the flowers, smiling into it - but the sense that someone is nearby all of a sudden does. Turning her head, and then getting up so quickly she nearly loses her balance, Rue's smile jumps to attention at the sight of him.]

You brought your own flowers to a garden? [And, as usual, she immediately says something...silly.]

[His smile is full. And his heart feels all the more whole at the sight of her. But there are dents in his confident posture at her comment, and he frets.]

I...

I'm sorry. I must have made a mistake. I thought you would want more.

[Oh no.

Oh no she upset him and everything is ruined.]

No, it's- they're beautiful!

[His smile is quickly coming back at that.]

You are beautiful. [And he holds the flowers out to her.] If you like them... I'd like you to have them.

Rue... Hello.

They're...for me?

[Well that colors her day brighter. Smiling, she takes the flowers, drawing them up to her face to sniff them.]

That's very kind of you.

Yes. I wanted to do something kind for you. Thank you, Rue...

[And to complete the greeting, he kneels and tries to grasp at one of her hands to try to kiss it gentlemanly.]

I'm very glad to see you.

[Well! It would be unladylike and just plain dumb to avert such a chivalrous kiss, no matter how much it leaves her weak-kneed and stammering.]

I-I'm always glad to see you too. My prince.

[As usual, she only manages those last words in a breath.]

My lady. [He responds in a fond whisper. He rises to his feet, and his hand lingers on hers for a moment longer before he quietly slides it back.]

I've been meaning to speak with you.

Really? ['My lady', he was always that formal and telling him to speak otherwise fell on deaf ears.] Is something the matter?

No... I don't know. It could turn out to be either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what answer is received.

But... I have to tell you. The time is coming, Rue, when I must choose my princess.

Oh.

[Her face and mood fall completely.]

That means you...won't be staying here anymore, doesn't it?

[Oh. She seems... unhappy with it already.]

I won't be in this area for much longer.

Not after I'm with my princess.

Well she- [It's terribly unfair of her throat to close like that when all she wants to do is wish Mytho well.] She'll be a very lucky girl to have someone like you beside her.

[And he turns to face her. His expressive eyes never seem more filled with life than when they're turned on her.]

Rue...

Is that what you think? If that's so, I'd like to ask you something.

[Rue must know her. She knows this girl, and Mytho knows that and wants to ask her how best to go about the whole thing. That's what friends do for each other. They help and give advice. Rue's hands lock together before her and she tries to meet those beautiful, lively eyes.]

What is it?

Rue...

[He says again, so full of emotion, keeping his eyes trained on hers. He reaches forward for her hands, to softly hold them in his.

And the prince gets down on one knee while still looking upwards towards those eyes. That person who always captivated him.

He thought of all the princesses he had met so far in his day. None of them came even close to capturing Rue's spirit, her grace, her determination. Her heart.

Emotion spilled out from Mytho's lips, within a tender whisper.]

Would you be my princess?

[So caught in his gaze is she that she doesn't hear the words at first, only that he makes some kind of sound. Then, at once, the motions and the words and the warmth of his hands over her cold ones snap together and have meaning.]

What?

[Tiny, soft, all she can manage at first. It feels like her heart is going to fly away without her.

She does not look upset anymore.]

I asked... if you would be my princess.

[He says softly.

She doesn't look upset. So he's pleased with that at least.]

You are my first choice, Rue. And... the only one I would be happy with.

[As is often the case when Rue finds herself so overwhelmed she can't handle feeling anymore...she loses her stability, joining him in kneeling, and starts to cry. Not the loud sobbing sort. Just tears.]

You really mean that?

[He soothingly slides his hands up to brace her shoulders as she kneels. He leans in close enough that he's almost holding her, his face close to hers.]

I honestly due. Rue, the feeling that I feel when I think about you...

I'm absolutely certain that it's love.

[It's so easy for him to just speak his feelings like that. To share them without thought of consequences or running into the other person's disagreement. Hands freed, Rue brings one up to wipe her eyes while she half-nods.]

Yes.

[It is everything she could have wanted and now it's here.]

You will...?

[He asks for confirmation, but his eyes and his smile are already brightening up.]

Well I- I want to. But my parents, I don't know what they'll say or think-

[Still. Her smile brightens right along with his. She's elated. Nothing else in the world could be this wonderful.]

Any day!

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