You may or may not be aware of my living situation as it currently stands. I was recently forced out of the inn I was staying at, and due to the reasoning behind it, I strongly suspect the same would occur at any other inn within Stormwind proper. Thus, I’ve moved myself to the staff residency hall as a temporary solution.
Since this happened, I have been rapidly making headway on finding a place of my own. Being that this is the first house I’ll have ever known, I wish to take the time to make sure everything is perfect. Having a job with Stormwind University has afforded me the funds and pleasure of picking out whatever location I’d like. It may even be a familiar location to some staff members. I’m inclined not to list it exactly here, but it’s everything I wanted.
Of course, these processes take time. Because I’m focusing on this so heavily, it’s unlikely that I will be able to attend upcoming events with SU. My appearances in Stormwind will likely be very infrequent until everything is squared away. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Tentatively, I should be returning to my duties as a professor on Thursday, June 6th, just in time for the Neutral Literary Conclave in Hyjal. I should also have a story prepared to share that week.
Please feel free to share any of this with my fellow professors, as they may worry about my absence otherwise. If you would like to write me back, the address for this letter is the best way to reach me currently. Thank you for your time and understanding.
Professor of Choral Arts
As I hobble to the mailbox, I think to myself: is this good enough? I've never excelled with formal letters. I've never excelled at anything formal, come to think of it. Will Dean Crowelley understand? Of course, that's a silly question. She'll understand the problem at hand. The Dean can feel... intimidating. That's the word. But really, I don't think she'd ever be angry about something like this. On the other hand... with all the other things going on... I wince. Light, my leg still hurts so much. I don't know how much more walking I can manage right now without some sort of pain relief. Luckily, the mailbox is in sight. I quicken my pace, trying to ignore the stabbing pain. Caniell would make me go home right away if she saw me like this. She'd also demand to know why I was hurt, so I suppose I'm luckier that she isn't around. Even if she could fix me up a bit better.
I reach the mailbox and slip the letter inside. There. It's done. No more thinking about it. Nearby, I can see a bench, and I happily move to it to rest. The last month has been eventful, at least there's that. Getting hired on at SU, meeting everyone, meeting Nat... A soft smile appears on my lips at the thought. Ah, yes. No amount of constant moving could've prepared me for keeping up with him, I think. I do my best. That's all any of us can really ask for, isn't it? Between him and the university, my schedule has been so full recently.
Oh yeah. And those fuckers. The crypt incident really messed up my energies. At first- nothing. When we left, I was so tapped that I couldn't bring out the even the thinnest tendril of energy. The next morning, it was like a purple river, flowing on endlessly. I couldn't slow it down. That seemed to be the end of it, too, until a bit more recently. I began to have occasional whispers. Usually soft, and incomprehensible, but the keywords I picked up on didn't spell good things. I haven't been able to really tell Alice yet. Nat was so adamant about holding my right hand earlier. He got a bit of a sneak peak into what I'm dealing with. He's not happy about it, either. He's worried. I probably should be, too. But I'll manage. I've got quite the support system now. Alice, Dean Crowelley, Wennie...
Wennie. Something about that didn't sit right with me. What happened to her after we left? Is she okay? I went to the Twilight Grove a few times on my own, against better judgement, and I didn't sense anything. But maybe she's just hiding again. Powerful people tend to be good at that. They've said she's probably fine, but... I don't know. I'm worried. I remember, in the crypt, when she was calming me down and siphoning my energy... When I managed to connect with her, send her that message... "I'm stable. Please, help them. They're the only family I've got." Well, she helped alright. I just it didn't cost her.
My hand tingles. Huh. Thinking about the whole ordeal got me so worked up, I'm actually shaking. That's rare. Only other thing that does that... My left hand flies to my locket. I came dangerously close to losing more family that night. I can't let my guard slip again. No matter how badly the whispers get, or how deeply I get dragged in. I've got to keep them safe.
Heh, me keep them safe? I could only stand by and cry like a baby while they were all getting attacked by that damn demon. I was probably the weakest person there, too. What am I going to do?
I sigh, standing. Enough of that. I'm hungry.
Well! That was fun to work on. I hope I did alright with writing up there. I'm a bit rusty, especially with the first person present tense combo. As you may have gathered, I'm going to be away for a while! I may still be on here and there, but my focus is heavily moving to my RL move, and Maureen's happened to coincide. So, yeah, I'll be a bit gone for a while. Not too long, though! The date listed is when I'm hoping to be back for regularly scheduled events- June 6th, our Neutral Conclave.
If Amaranthea decides to share this information with everyone as I've said they can, people are more than welcome to write response letters and drop them below. Obviously, you could send IG ones, but the odds of me seeing them are a bit lower. Of course, I'm not expecting or requiring anything, either. I just wanted to leave the option open.
Anyway, I'll still be around IG, just very sporadically, and my activity on the discord should remain mostly the same. I hope you guys enjoyed the window into Maureen's mind, and I'll see you all around!
- Maureen Goodwin's Player :P
Last edited by SilloriaD on 2019-06-11 6:25 pm; edited 1 time in total
Thumbs up on your writing skill. TBH I only read about to the "Submit. Obey." Not enough time to thoroughly absorb the story & think about how Zhang reacts, but grasped enough in case it comes up in discussion at TT tonight. Then I skipped down to the OOC section.
None the less, I read enough to know that if this is "rusty" I look forward to "ready for prime time".
Sending good energy your way for the rl move - after a year I'm still not unpacked all the way, so I can relate to the upheaval.
[Maureen’s Bad Dream: 1]
A dark world. My breath, ragged and heavy, echoes out into a pitch black abyss, barely penetrable by the naked eye. My body feels weighted, as if anvils had been tied to my ankles and wrists. As my eyes scan the darkness, I can feel it.
Something else is here.
My mind tells me to turn, and my body lurches sluggishly to obey. My green eyes are met with the palest of white, enveloped in violet smog and a scent that can only be described as dubious. My skull pounds with agony at it’s presence.
“Ah, the weakling. Welcome.” Its words invade my thoughts, seeping deep into my conscious mind. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, I think.”
I stammer, glaring defiantly at the apparition. “Who the hell are you to call me-“ As I shout, it’s eyes begin to glow. A tendril of energy snakes itself around my throat. I hear a simple command.
And so I am.
It floats about, seemingly looking me up in down as the shadows begin to shift into shape. “Perhaps my familiarity shocks you, Maureen Goodwin. Who am I? I am dormant within many.” The form shifts. Father Fortea. Somberwing. Jecht. Caniell. Mama. Papa. Natrey. All with those soulless white eyes.
The trickling of tears down my face does not stop the growl forming in my throat. The apparition remains on Natrey’s form for a moment, regarding me coolly. “Right now, though...” It morphs again, this time into an all too familiar form, with long, wavy, burgundy hair, a fit body, and a guitar in her hands. She steps in, her pale death meeting my vibrant jungle with a venomous smile. “Why, I’m you.”
“Explains the theatrics.” I bark back , spitting at her face as if it was the perfect punctuation for my thoughts. The saliva, to my abject displeasure, passes through her form seamlessly. She laughs in a sing-song voice, tinged with tones of void corruption.
“You are weak. Helpless. Hopeless.” She growls, circling me once again. “That night at the crypts- your friends were fighting for their lives while you stood by, bawling and shaking like the coward you are!”
I hold my head in my hands, gasping for air as if I have never tasted it. I still can’t. Through gritted teeth, I hiss my reply. “I got under control. I helped them fight.” A hard pressure on my back forces me to my knees.
“Pathetic. You could barely muster that tiny little dagger of yours.” She grabs my hair and yanks, forcing me to look her in the eyes once again. “Has it not been for Yswilden you would all most certainly be dead. And it’s your fault.”
“My fault?!” I gasp, indignant and shocked. “It’s not my fault, we couldn’t have known there was a Mo’arg coming!”
My cheek is on fire. She glares down at me. “You were hysterical. You took up Yswilden’s concentration while she tried to suppress your energies, and she couldn’t help them. Jecht almost died because you were RECKLESS!”
I gawk up, horrified. My mouth is agape as I try to say something-anything- to prove her wrong. Nothing comes. Her lips are twinged with a smirk. “And now poor, dear Wennie is gone. Maybe even dead. No one has heard from her since that night. How does that feel?” She leans in, continuing to allow our irises to clash. Her smirk turns to a sneer.
The fingers entwined in my hair jerk harshly down, sending me hurtling at the ground. I close my eyes bracing for impact, but it never comes. When I open them, I’m standing again, back where I was to start. I breathed in, relief clouding my better judgement. But only for a moment, as when I breathed, I felt her arms reach around me. Pulling me in. Telling me to submit.
Obey. Obey. OB-
I bolt upright in my bed, heaving for air. My hand immediately reached for the dagger at my table, looking from side to side for any sign of the void woman.
It was all just a bad dream.
I don’t feel so well.