Corvo found himself sitting on the edge of a building not long after teaching himself the functions of his new power, eventually his head started to rock back and forth annoyingly as he mind drifts in and out of unconsciousness, trying so desperately to stay awake but to tired to actually bothering doing anything else.
The days of fighting and weeks of restless nights catching up to him even if he was practically as good as new, better even if what he thought the nigh rebirth like rejuvenation had done.
But soon sleep finally wins out and corvo is sent towards the realm of unconsciousness.
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"Oh Corvo, oh corvo~ just what have you done?"
A pair of hazy hazel eyes forcefull pry themselves open, alarmed clouding them, alerted by sound of a echoey voice ringing out next to him.
A voice that once seemed so distant, so unfathomable and mysterious. Now it, even while echoing the same uncomprehenable tune, seems almost closer. Like a mind on the cusp of knowledge and understanding, but still birding the concept enough that it brings instinctive fear.
And as if to prove this new change further, the outsider, the face of the void himself walks with his own two feet.
Coming closer to corvo than ever before and no longer seeing it fit to rise above him in levitation. The curious glint in the beings dark irisless eyes sparked even further, boardering om the lines of magic insanity.
…though with a dark undertone laying within.
"Corvo…"
The outsiders voice reverberates throughout the surroundings as usual.
A display that shows his absolute dominance and control over a place so deeply tied to his being.
Even in the presence of a rising contender ignorant of his participation.
"Oh, Corvo. You took the gifts I sokindly bestowed upon to you. Then twisted it, changed it in a fundamental way that even I cannot begin to understand."
The outsiders voice once again rings out, this time more clearly, only the still calm and emotionless tune starts growing in a different
way.
Perhaps to show that he too is capable of changing.
Adapting to differnt times.
Not in a shout though, no, but as if the void itself were projecting his disappointment. Amplifiing further, only to send it back at Corvo and further express its displeasure.
"What I do understand Corvo, if that's even who you are anyway, is tha you were going be a little trouble maker from the start.
I knew you were going to be a wild card that flips the script completely, but even I couldn't predict THISwould be how."
The outsiders pitch black eyes squint slightled along with a deepening frown.
Showing that the man, the god, the representative of the mystic realm itself was indeed capable of emotion.
But soon the annoyance dims, and the frown… well, it turns upside down. Twisting up into a more sadistic expression, but turning equally as much pleased.
And he starts chuckling lightly to himself, chuckling that turns into full blow laughter as he conjured a floating black slap to sit upon as the laughter turns more crazy.
But it's only just now that corvo managed to take his eyes of the godling for just a second that he was finally able to take notice, gazing upon the changes that have occurred.
The once familiar chimeric land of building and chaotic displays that were built upon his memories of the past, the present and the future that made up the void. His void you could say.
Now all of that has just… gone?
Dissapeared and replaced by an inky black material, one that shifts back and forth and cycles through many properties in a chaotic display that resprestents the void in its most primal element.
And it's that change that finally wakes corvos up from his blurry sleep riddled mind. The shock clearing up his vision as he turns his head to look at the outsider, goading for answers.
And as if seeing the very thought pop into Corvos mind, the outsiders chuckling slowly comes to a halt, only a shaky smirk evidence of the earlier outburst.
"Oho. Somebody decided to actually wake up."
His mocking voice rung around as always, this time though the phenomena seems to have less force out into it, as if he was tired of keeping up the farce.
"Now, as ….enlightening our little talk has been, I'm still going to have to ask you to leave now. Goodbye again Corvo, I wonder if you will continue to case problems with your rebellion."
And with a wave of his hand corvo is sent flying…
into the depths of the darkness below….
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But as corvo fell, he kept on falling.
And he kept on falling and falling and falling and falling and falling andfalling and falling andfalling and falling andfalling and falling and falling and falling andfalling and falling and falling on endlessly.
Falling on for so long time seemed to blur together and dissapear om a blink of an eye.
'Ugh! What the fuck is even going on!'
Rage started to cloud Corvos mind as his boredom started to reach its zenith. Not even sleep would come to him due to the constant feeling of weightlessness and ear piercing wind hitting his ears.
Eventually though something strange started appearing in the edge of Corvos perception.
His focus split, fragmenting into a myriad of different realities unknown to him. The shards of reality, when focusing on them allow him to sort of descend inside, in a similar way Luke descended into Corvos body.
The possession allowing him feel the thoughts and emotions of the people inside the fragments, and allow him to hijack their physical senses.
It was more tricky actually translating the thoughts, but seeing out of their eyes came naturally. Giving of the feeling of watching a movie again.
Tuning into one place revealed a man sitting in a place with rows upon rows of seats.
All of them the exact same, with the same standard and quality as if they were mass manufactured.
Perhaps he was in a bus or maybe an airplane, whatever the case he couldn't tell.
Looking down at his hands, corvos catches a tatto on the inside of both wrists, depicting an image of a three linked chain.
A lit cigarette was also grasped inbetween two of the man's fingers, a yellow stain on those two only that shows that this isnt a one time rodeo.
His fingers were tense, holding the cigarette in a tight grip to allow him to hold a wallet open and gazd lovingly upon a family picture.
The man's feeling where somewhere in the middle of expectation, exitment and slight anxiety. And from his thoughts corvo could gleam, it was nervousness from meeting his parents again after so long.
But he couldn't see more than that before his reality started to quickly shift.
Morphing into something new.
Next he was inside a carriage.
This not like the modern builds that people use for a tradition or as a fun tourist attraction, but a wodden medieval one with wood splinters everywhere. With each movement they get stuck in the skin of all those that were forced to ride passenger.
In this carriage though were a group of men, differnt to other one that one corvo was seeing through the eyes of.
All the men before him wore the legion of visceral scars on their bodies like trophy's, proud of every single one.
The healed wound though mostly show a variety of sword or other weapon related scars, indicating that they are war wound of a medevil setting.
What they all also had in common was the fact that they were… well, the were all tied up roughl.
Corvo turned his head to the side to look at a man who's mouth was gagged. A cloth was used as the gag, but this was an object unlike any he has ever seen.
Mysterious runes practically covered the entire thing in a tapestry, each individual rune practically thrumming with its own power.
But as the man too looked at him, his perception shifted once again.
This time corvo found himself on top of a fairly modern warehouse building. And if the smell wasn't enough to tell you that they were producing a fish based product, the sign below definitely would.
But that is of course besides the point. The man who's eyes he was now looking out of was currently spray painting a bill board, one that held a promotional message.
The man's feeling were complicated,
practically teaming with hormones and ambition.
On the one had it was gleeful, cracking up about what he was doing as dopamine practically was being endlessly produced by his brain.
But In a smaller darker corner of his mind was a small amount of envy and a bitter resentment.
A slight inferiority complex if you will. Though not to a large degree, just enough to cause pleasure when pranking the target and a bit of resentment.
Corvos perception soon shifted again and again, once more falling into an endless cycle that blurs though his brain, not allowing corvo to see anything else usefull or interesting to him.
…just forcing him to mindlessly stare into the VOID.
…Into the dimension of infinite distances.
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(Callista POV)
It's all going wrong. Everything has gone completely heads up, though it's not as if I wasn't fully expecting this.
Admiral Havelock, knowing of my experience as a teacher of noble children asked me to look after Emily, but I knew there was more to it than that.
Since he has known my uncle for so long, even serving with him im war, he has probably received a clear view to my character.
If not only enough to tell I would not abandon my charge under any circumstance. He was probably banking on the fact that spending so much time together would bring us to cultivate a close relationship
which indicates he desires other things from Emily other than just placing her into a safe and caring environment. Especially if he plans to make a potential hostage out of me.
But he also did something to Corvo.
I don't know where he was sent, nor how the Admiral even managed to force corvo into such a state, dispite that strength he holds.
What I do know is that the night the lord regent was made undone, corvos behaviour was very strange.
Initially I just though it was something else. During our nightly conversations… ahem… I could see how much his time in coldridge prison effected him. How much of what Hirim Burrows did with his tortcher effected Corvos mind in ways I struggle to understand.
In fact it's a miracle he came out of it with even a hint of mental clarity remaining.
Of course it's as plain as day to see, even without knowing him personally, that the man's mind was deeply disturbed.
Just looking into those tired eyes dead eyes would tell of its own tragedy.
But that's going of topic. I knew that when corvo killed him that he would become sort of lost for a while.
After all that would have been the final objective into bringing his life back together in a semblance of peace. Of course he would help Emily get the throne, her birthright, but he wouldn't really need to do much other than stand there and look pretty… pffft-hahaha~.
Though his behaviour that night was even stranger than what was in my expectations. He just acted… well just normal. Though it was normal to a weird degree, as if someone who had watched the man's outward behaviour and imitated his personality based on that.
Enough to trick someone who dosent know him well, as well as I do.
The man socialised due to his 'good mood'. He laughed with people, joked and all around had a good time.
But looking back on it allowed me to see how different that normal really was.
His eyes had cleared up of all negative emotions to the degree of becoming apathetic instead.
His smiles, which seemed regular where unlike that useallu strained and stiff smiles that were like usual.
And well… it's mainly my women's intuition pinging In the back of my mind, making me think way to much into that night. But I have the right to be paranoid seeing the situation in from of me.
All around me, gathered in the courtyard right outside the buildings are all the workers of the hound pits pub.
Every single maid still In their aprons, every barkeep with a table rag hung over their shoulders and the accountant with ink still staining fingers.
Even the manager/co-owner of the establishment itself was all bunched up together with the of us.
In front of our group though was all the loyalists, or so they like to call themselves, glaring at all of us with fake looks of judgment and righteous hate.
…making the appearance of the guards surrounding us all the more real to whatever story it was that they cooked up.
Emily too is standing side by side with them. But only without her consent.
Her eyes screaming out to me.
I DONT WANT TO BE HERE
IM SCARED
GET ME OUT OF HERE
help me
It took every nerve in my body for me to resist the call and stand firmly in place. The soldiers surrounding us arnt just there for show, each one having their guns out whole aiming straight for us, as if just asking for the chance to shoot.
This can't be good.
"It has come to our attention,"
Havelock began, his voice carrying easily across the courtyard.
"that certain members of the Hound Pits Pub have conspired with the traitor Corvo Attano.
Not only in his unlawful escape from Coldridge Prison… but in the systematic dismantling of the late Lord Regent's loyal government. A campaign of sabotage carried out under the guise of loyalty — all in pursuit of power."
He paused, letting the words settle over the crowd like ash.
"Your crimes do not end there. You stand accused of complicity in the assassination of Her Majesty the Empress… and the unlawful abduction of her daughter, Emily Kaldwin — rightful heir to the throne you would see stolen."
His expression did not change.
"In light of the overwhelming evidence, and in the interest of preserving order within the Empire, it has been decided that sentence will be carried out immediately."
A thin, humourless smile.
"Let this serve as a reminder: treason will not be allowed to fester in Dunwall."
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What? What the fuck.
Silence. A heavy suffocating silence, one that mirrors the same one that caused a stillness in my chest.
It reigns through out the courtyard for a long moment that seemed to span om forever, catching everyone's breath in a vice grip as they are over come with pure and utter disbelief at the situation currently unfolding.
And rightfully so.
Not only is this coming from a man we have trusted to be honourable and self sacrificing, but also from someone who we put our own trust in to restore order and prosperity to the Empire.
So of course, that silence remains hanging there for a good while. Until it didn't.
An outbreak of shouts of distress, fear and anger at this accusation appears as suddenly as the long stretch silence. Going on for just as long and with the same intensity.
The manager getting so riled up that he started charging at the loyalists, fist cocked back, tensed in the aim for a punch.
BANG
And the silence is reigned back in as the loyalists unsheath their pistols in union and shoot the man that rushed for them. All their bullets completely tearing the man apart.
"NOOOOOOOOO?!"
Someone screamed as the man who we all share a begrudging friendship with dispite his sarcastic remarks, shit jokes and bluntness is shot down.
Who it was I'm not sure, but it sounded strangely like me.
A lot of the workers, work family who sent years at the houndpitts building it up start sobbing.
Some of us just completely breaking down but none rushing at the men for revenge. None of us have the courage.
"FUCKING ANIMALS!!!!"
The Admiral, or that pathetic bastard Havlock, starts furiously desiccating the fallen Wallace's corpse and kicking up a storm om his corpse.
Only once he brought himself to breathlessness did he stop and spit out at him, completely disgusted.
"Guards! What are you waiting for… FIRE!"
"NOOOOO!!!"
BANG
At the shout of Havelock the soldiers were signaled to shoot, and order they swiftly if not eagerly obey, their guns ringing out loudly.
But a loud high pitch scream is silenced under the explosive sound of the firing pistols is heard to me as clear as day.
The world around me seeming to slow down as I watch the little girl I have grown to deeply care for rips her arms away from Martains grip, rushing over to me with tears streaming down her eyes.
All the loyalists look shocked, by the void nearly everyone besides us who are getting executed have their eyes as wide as full circles trying to pull back futilely as the guns are already started to fire aim not only for the staff of the hound pitts… but for Emily.
…DEAR GOD!!! THEY ARE AIMING AT EMILY!!!
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Word count: 2,917
A/n my bad been a bit to busy to complete a chapter. Next one should be a complete days.