ashes to ashes

[theosen]

Who: A Proxy (theosen) and a Doctor (gaveherwings)
When: June 29th, late evening.
Where: Skye Medical Center, delivery floor.
Summary: Like creator, like creation. New life is a curious thing to behold.
Warnings: Proxy One.

[ It's a trip he's been meaning to make.

For the last few months, he's simply been existing, hiding himself away from the sun, only to prowl when the darkness finally comes. The creatures out there, as much as he can tell what they are, have somehow managed to resist all his attempts to tamper with them. It's the thing he wants most too -- to understand this place so he can deconstruct it and escape.

It's not to be, though, or at least not from that avenue, and it's only on a whim that he chooses to come here. It's easy to bypass security, to make himself something other than he is to slip past others' notice. He could pretend to be human, of course, and assume a shape more readily tolerable to the eyes. The idea repulses him, though, so it's in his natural shape that he chooses to visit the nursery.

A tall, dark figure more monster than truly human, he looms over the newborn babes, in plain view and yet still unseen. He will not be noticed unless he allows himself to be. ]

Comments

[gaveherwings]

[He's wary, and perhaps this is shown by the way he intends to leave the door partway open at first, a safety precaution, until he realizes that being overheard speaking to himself in a dark empty office is a faster way to get himself back under close scrutiny on the job.

So he shuts it gingerly, never turning his back on the shadow. The latch clicks in place, with a finality of committing himself to the personal encounter he'd never wanted.

What had the regent said, in his hour of appointment? Was it a formal affair? There's a strange, conflicted feeling- being torn away from a new life to stand face to face with the old.

There is nothing to do but open himself to more truth.]

Why are you here?

[Daedalus asks simply, remarkably understated.]