"A tragedy is personal. It's a punishment for ones own sins. It only happens to those who deserve it." Madelyn said calmly, "An apocalypse dose not discriminate between sinners and saints, old or young, rich or poor, the innocent or the dammed. It's come for everyone, no one can stop it, and certainly none of us would be this composed if it were upon us."
"So, what would we call this?" Oliver asked with a small sigh, tilting his head to the side as he looked towards Madelyn. The party was a little tiring, so he didn't feel like thinking on his own. "Is our parents' disappearance a sinful tragedy like you say?"
"This feels like a tragedy alright," Quinn added with a small mutter as she stood next to Oliver almost protectively, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Though, with all the creepy fog, it was difficult to see. The girl narrowed her wide, hazel eyes at Madelyn, as if the younger girl were trying to see right through them.
A shiver ran up Madelyn's back as she started to answer the question, "Based on the definition I gave it's its a tragedy. In fact Reyna, the twins and I well our parents all share a story. Maybe giving a clue to the "Who" and "Why" questions…" Her voice trailed off as realty shifted in front of her. She heard wailing that drowned out the people around her and she saw the ghosts. People who's sadness had left an imprint on the land. People using the grieving wells, lighting candles, and leaving flowers. Even see funerals taking place as people gathered around to say last goodbyes.
"All share a story? Would my father share a story with you four too?" Quinn asked a bit quickly, hoping that it would somehow clear up a few things about her father's disappearance. "The White Rabbit," she added so Madelyn would know who her father was. Though, with her ashy hair, pale skin, and the rabbit mask she had been wearing earlier, it made it easy to guess who her parents was.
Oliver nodded along with Quinn, though a frown crossed his features when he noticed how lost in thought Madelyn seemed to be. Was she okay? He placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder as if to keep her from continuing to ramble off hurriedly and startling Madelyn. "Are you alright?" Oliver asked after a moment, deciding to voice his concerns.
"They're crying," Madelyn said turning her head in the direction of the voice, but not quite able to focus her eyes on the exact spot Oliver was standing. "Everything here is crying, but I guess that is the nature of of a grave yard. A history soaked in sadness and a future written only for pain."
"Crying?" Oliver repeated as he stepped a half step forward, trying to get Madelyn's mismatched eyes to focus with his own icy ones. She seemed in some sort of a haze, like the ones his father, the Blue Caterpillar, would get in when he smoked a lot. In a way, he was used to it. "Do you see something?" He added, glancing behind him as if he could see it too. Quinn stepped towards Oliver as well, suddenly feeling uneasy at the mention of seeing something.
Theta pulled a sharp dagger out of the skirts of her dress, scanning the area for any suspicious signs. "Do you mean like… ghosts? I've never seen a wraith before, and to be honest, I really don't want to start now."
"Yes, I see a lot of things, my perception is slipping. In places like this it's easy to get drawn into the past." Madelyn said, "What I'm seeing is no danger, but that dose not mean we weren't fallowed." Madelyn bit down in the inside of her cheek using the pain to focus her mind and bring her self back into the present.
"Is it still safe to stay here?" Oliver asked, taking a small step back when he heard that the ghosts wouldn't cause any danger. He bumped into Quinn lightly who yelped in surprise, thinking that it was a ghost until she realized it was only her friend.
"What…a… umm… What I mean by ghost. It's more symbolic than accurate. You see time is not actually linear like most believe, Almost all people experience time in their perception the time is linear. Wile I and a few others get a more accurate idea of how time really works." Madelyn tried to explain, "See time is mostly tied to space and is all happening in unison. This allows the few with a nonlinear perspective to experience the events that have happen in a space out of context from the linear memory." Madelyn shrugged a little bit knowing fully well that most people could not grasp the idea of nonlinear time or come to terms with the other implications that the theory had on matters like destiny, fate, choice, and free will.
"So you can see everything that happened right here, right now? As if it were happening in it's…own present?" Oliver asked slowly, frowning as he tried to grasp the topic. He understood it, though he found it hard to put it back into words. Though he realized that Madelyn was probably struggling with that as well.
(Is :O a good thing?)
"Yeah, except things that haven't happened yet are also happening." Madelyn continued, "but because because it has not yet happened in my linear line then it's also hard to tell weather the things I'm seeing are from the time line I'm not or could be on. So my fortune telling skills are shady at best because even the smallest things can disrupt a time line."
"You lost me at linear perception," Quinn mumbled with a shake of her head, furrowing her brow faintly as if she were trying to understand what Madelyn had just said. Oliver chuckled lightly, thinking that he mostly grasped the topic, though he still had a few questions. Those would be saved for a later time.
"So based on your fortune telling…and the tarot cards," Oliver started, tapping his fingers against the porcelain mask he clutched in his hand in thought. "Do you have an idea of what we should do to find our parents?"
"No, sadly my perception is imperfect," she gestured to her mismatched eyes. "I get ideas, images, and feelings some times and to peace it all together I'd need other worldly knowledge. They're not clear, real clairvoyance is being anchored to a specific time or an event that can never be avoid."
(:O Is good thing because I’m being blown away by you and Nessie’s amazing rp skills.
Also I have this urge to change Cade’s name to Chester because Chelsea and Chester sound better than Cheslea and Cade.)
(Oh ok (>^.^)> and I'm ok with the name change, but there are others to consult.)
(Aw, thank you Scarlet. And I love the name Chester too.)
"I think I understand now," Oliver answered slowly, nodding as if he were reassuring himself. He just needed to keep it simple and then he would probably grasp the topic, right? "Are your eyes mismatched because of your perception of time?" He asked curiously after a few moments, tilting his head a little lower so he could see Madelyn's eyes. He was several inches taller than her, so he could only see her clearly if she looked up towards him.
Thrown off by now having another person in her face made her stumble on her words, "Um… mmm, Both eyes and perception are side effects of a condition resulting from a combination of family legacy and personal history. Simplified the color of my eyes is not a causation only a correlation."
"Huh," Oliver hummed, looking at Madelyn's eyes for a few more moments since he lacked the idea of acknowledging someone's personal space. Part of him wished he had an eye color like that, other than his odd, pale, grey-blue ones. "Causation and correlation. I have no idea what that means," Oliver mumbled as he stepped away from Madelyn, though it sounded like he was just talking to himself. Something that he tended to do quite a lot.
"By my father's ears, Oli, you can't just stick your face into other people's faces," Quinn sighed, shaking her head in an almost disapproving, motherly way. Even though she was four years younger than Oliver, she still acted a lot older. "Sorry Maddie," she added, rolling her eyes as if to say 'boys, am I right?'
Madelyn gave a nervous laugh and brushed off the incident, "Don't worry I get lost in thought and curiosity too. Don't feel bad a lot of people can't understand the way I talk, but what can you do?" She gave a smile, "Everything makes sense in my head."
"I have that…problem too. People usually don't know what I'm talking about," Oliver answered with a loose shrug, glancing over at Quinn as she returned his playful smile with a roll of her eyes. "So, what are we supposed to do now? Continue to sit around in this graveyard?" He asked after a moment with a small sigh, glancing over his shoulder at the crumbling gravestones and odd wisps of fog here and there.
“Let’s discuss what we came here to discuss,” Reyna said, finally joining the conversation. “Mads, I was drawn to your conversation because I heard missing parents. My mother’s been gone awhile and, well, I wouldn’t know if my father was gone too.”
"Well my father is missing, I've been looking for a wile and decided to try my luck asking Cassandra." Madelyn said wile looking around. "I can't tell if I gained ground or not."
The shuffling continues as the fog thickens. Ambling shapes can be seen at the edge of the fog moving closer and the shifting of dirt and cracking of stones surrounds everyone.
