dishonored meme

[wolfofdunwall]

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a dishonored meme

'ever since the empress died, it's been getting darker in dunwall. but it's that moment just before the light goes that matters most of all.'

the isles are caught amid fractious days, and you find yourself living among them. perhaps - probably - you’ve lived here all your life. perhaps you’ve been brought here by some magical means. whatever the case, you’ve made or will make a life among the isles.

if you were born in or around the isles, what’s your lot in life? are you nobility? a person of great means? a member of the city watch? a shipmate? an inventor? perhaps a civilian just trying to make your way through the rat plague. perhaps a thief, a gang member, an assassin. perhaps a witch or a devotee of the outsider, or perhaps an overseer, scourge of the occult.

when you comment, add a little bit about who your character is in the dishonored world. what your occupation is (if you have one), what you think about recent events, what you tend to do with your days. (if you want to give multiple options re: who they are, feel free!)

you might also want to offer some prompts: scenario ideas, picture prompts, quotes, words, whatever you like.

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. dishonored au

[veryhuman]

The matter of Mitsuhide was a simple one. It only became complicated due to people.

Being a child of a witch is not a new or unfamiliar story. He knew small cantrips to keep himself from sleeping on filthy, wet alley cement. His abilities caught the eye of a duke that decided to take the child in for his own amusement -- to twist the witch-boy into becoming a sideshow attraction to entertain his other wealthy acquaintances. But while it turned Mitsuhide's life into a cruel joke, Mitsuhide felt grateful.

He learned the meaning of humility. He learned the meaning of courtesy. He learned the meanings of many words and stuffed himself full of them until he felt like his insides would burst. Again, this story was nothing revolutionary. It was one quietly told in the shadows of the city once before.

It was only when the duke had grown old and the witch-child became an adult did the story change. What complicated it was people. Like Delilah Copperspoon and her ritual. For it was upon hearing her story, the duke wondered ... and a series of ideas struck.

What if that ritual could be used for the benefit of a group instead of the benefit of one? What if he and his people could control the ritual-marked monstrosity? What if they could have that creature take control of the Void? What if they could create a God that would listen to the desires of the people to replace the observer?

This was how Daud and his Whalers came to find the power-driven duke and his associates. The Outsider whispered the duke's name and lead the Knife to stop their mad intentions. An easy task. A simple task... if not for the controlled Mitsuhide.

He no longer has the semblance of a human. He crawled on his hands and knees -- fingers long and spidery with fingernails sharpened into fine points. His body appeared skeletal and emaciated. His eyes and mouth filled with the black of the Void. Incapable of coherent speech, driven to the peak of madness, he launched into an attack against the Knife and Whalers.

Daud drove in fast, clean in order to take the creature down. His skill outmatched his assassins and allowed him to draw in close to deal a killing blow. He slammed his blade into the beast's neck. He took hold of the hilt and bladed edge and twisted until he heard the neck snap, until he saw the bones poke through the skin in jagged ruin. But no blood came pouring out. Instead, only more Void black pooled out from the injured throat. The Void pooling started to mend the injury. Even as he healed, the monstrosity did not remain still.

Daud realized then they'd be fighting a losing fight if they continued. Stamina, strength, constitution and will would eventually crumble under horror. But cutting their loses and leaving was out of the question. If the duke and his people were able to push back the Knife, that would give them enough gumption to carry out their schemes -- and possibly succeed.

The black-eyed god was one thing, but to allow the psychotic Void-filled demon take his place was another.

It was one of his Whalers that became aware of the device used to control the deranged beast. She believed once it was broken that the creature would crawl back into the Void. With quick communication to Daud, the Knife sprinted away from the False Man-made God. The duke and his people laughed as they mistook the running as fleeing. They only became aware when it was too late and Daud materialized before the device.

It shattered in a satisfying manner.

What happened next surprised no one. With the mind-control broken, Mitsuhide imploded into a cloud of black smoke. The duke and his people met quick, bloody ends on the sharpened blades of the Whalers. Their bodies were left to rot where they died. A great success! A great win! Everything played out as they expected it to -- but they only took care of a symptom, not the disease.

...

It was weeks later that Mitsuhide resurfaces. His skin is still a pale, pale almost translucent white. His body still skeletal but doesn't look as obviously starved as before. He appears upon the rooftop while Daud surveys the city. His legs are swinging beneath him as he sits on the edge of the roof -- less like a child and more like the dangling of a ball-pinned doll. No fanfare. No puff of smoke. Merely he was not there and then he is.

"I thought the two of us could become friends. I certainly thought that. Yes, I did. I put a lot of effort into friendship. But he refused. He refused completely and absolutely." Mitsuhide giggles as his hand lifts to rub the side of his neck. "My throat ached for a long time. It hurt were you stabbed me. But it's all right. I thank you for the meal. It was very delicious. Thank you. Without it, I may not have recovered myself."

Lifting his chin up a little to indicate the change in topic, he drops his gaze down toward the people below. "Well ... what are you looking at? I was interrupting, wasn't I?"