if they saw me now, what would they think [open]

[sullenstallion]

WHO: Dylas, open
WHAT: Dylas killed four people (¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and, despite mind control being the reason, has decided to hole up in the holding cell he's been staying in much to Spark's dismay. Why won't he leave?!
WHEN: Early July
WHERE: Aqures Ixen Police Station



[At least the cot is somehow big enough for him.

Dylas never thought he’d be in this position. During the day, he mostly sleeps. It’s a little uncomfortable, but being the Vampire-job bearer he is, it’s the easiest time for him to do it. It’s impossible to sleep all day with all the noise, though, so Koporo comes and goes, bringing him food and books, fearing the day that Biggs will dock his or his family’s pay after the letter he sent.

Other than that, it’s all quiet. Too quiet, really, considering his pacing doesn’t make a sound as he walks back and forth in his small cell. It’s not even a proper prison, but here he is. It’s better than being out there. He doesn’t know what the others think of him, he hadn’t even been here two months before starting to kill again. It’s better if he’s locked up. That’s what he thinks, anyways.

But he’s still bored.

Sometimes, he stands next to the bars, watching the people come and go, staring at them while they do their work. He’s been told he’s free to leave, but refusing to leave is also kind of a crime, or maybe they’re just humoring him. He isn’t sure, but here he is. Two weeks into his stay, and the police station has yet to rid themselves of the wendigo.]

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[thegreatninja]

[Yuffie doesn't get caught but she does bother people at the station. She's planning to rearrange some of Spark's things when she see's Dylas in the cell. She doesn't know what he's doing there but she knows he's one of the heroes.

In a fashion that only the sporadic princess could manage she saunters up to the bars and peers inside.]

You know, it isn't hard to get outta here. You just need to walk through the door.

[She lightly kicks the jail cell door.]

[sullenstallion]

[Sigh.

He's not sure what she's doing, but she's way too young to be one of the police officers. Still, Dylas stands behind the bars. His stay has been long and boring but, in his own mind, necessary. He'll stand and watch her rearrange things if she starts to, but otherwise he doesn't engage until she starts speaking to him.]

I'm fine where I am, thanks. I'm not going anywhere.

[What is she doing here?]

[thegreatninja]

[Yuffie would like to protest that nineteen isn't too young to be a police officer but luckily Dylas says that in his head and she has no interest in working under Sparky Navdo.]

Why? This isn't exactly a tourist spot.

[She's being a pest, that's what she's doing here.]

[sullenstallion]

That's not really any of your business.

[If she were one of the police officers, maybe he'd answer. Hell, maybe if she's been here in the last week or two, she's seen him in the exact same cell. It doesn't change the fact that she's a stranger to him.]

Do you want something from me?

[Because he's perfectly content to go back to watching her creepily from behind the bars. That's a normal thing to do.]

[thegreatninja]

Not really, I'm just bored.

[Yuffie rocks back on her heels and glances behind her.]

You haven't seen Sherif My-Hats-To-Cool-For-You have you?

[sullenstallion]

[He sighs. Again.]

So when you're bored, you come here. That makes sense.

[He's still standing there. Arms crossed. Tail swishing.]

Don't you think that nickname's a little too long? He's not in right now.

[thegreatninja]

I have a few other nicknames for him. [Which she will now list.] Sparky Navado, Mr. Sparkle Boots, Marshall Fart Butt.

[She has more but she'll stop there.]

Also if he was here I wouldn't be. I just like to move around his things and make it seem like he's going crazy.

[shinrasfinest]

[He'd been much too busy to get involved with the Dylas stage of the investigation when it had been going on and in hindsight Sephiroth figures it's a good thing. Non-human Heroes take getting used to, never mind the ones that closely resemble monsters on the world he's from. It's a hard habit to kick, this almost-prejudice.

But having noticed Dylas is still there, on his next schedule check-in regarding Mograma, Sephiroth finds himself stood on the opposite side of those bars.]

You should get home.

[sullenstallion]

That's a good one.

[A joke. Home. It's kind of laughable. He recognizes Sephiroth, he thinks, but since he's never spoken with him before he continues to lay on his bed. Arms behind his head, his gaze is fixed on the ceiling until he tilts his head back to get a better look at his guest. He knows full-well he's being disrespectful by not standing or even sitting, but if he acts like he doesn't care maybe he'll start believing it.]

Who the hell're you?

[shinrasfinest]

[Dylas has every right to be prickly as far as Sephiroth is concerned. He has spent the last two weeks sleeping in a cell. But the soldier knows better, not flinching even a mite under the bad attitude shown.

Two can play at this game, maybe.]

Could ask you the same. You're that...wendigo, right?

[sullenstallion]

You mean the one who killed Jade, Rikku, and [the names of the natives he'd killed]? Yeah. That's me.

[He turns his gaze back towards the ceiling. If Sephiroth knows he's a wendigo, then he has no doubt he knows all the things he did while he was under mind control. Or. Not. He's still not sure if it was his limit break. Is it his fault? Is it someone else's? He isn't sure sometimes, it's safer to lock himself away so he can't hurt anyone.

...even if people are asking him to go home. He's being a bit silly in his melodrama, but he doesn't know what else to do.]

[shinrasfinest]

You'll have to forgive my memory - life does inevitably go on.

[Not really the dismissive way he views the world, at all, but the tone suits it's purpose right now. Sephiroth makes a habit of sticking his nose into things that he might need to know even if it doesn't specifically concern him. At the time, he was also trying to help Sparks and the police force solve the murder cases so technically was in the right to know.]

You know it wasn't your fault, right?

[sullenstallion]

That's what they tell me.

[But it's not true. Even in Ryslig, the Bloody Bones had chased him down, and he knew before he died that he wasn't going to come back to life like everyone else had. And there was that girl, too, the one who died here. Koporo told him about her. They'd met once. She said she was going to defeat the Calamity with smiles, and now Dylas can't even tell her that she was full of crap to her face.

It's really a good thing no one asks him about Zelda, to be honest.

He shifts uncomfortably at being told it wasn't his fault. He doesn't know what to make of it.]

They tell me that, too, but that doesn't mean it's true.

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks drags himself back into the precinct after just a few hours sleep. He's been running on empty for weeks now, but there's still a lot going on he needs to take care of that he can't afford the break. At least he's going home now to rest, and isn't just asleep in his chair.

As he heads towards his office to start on the day's paperwork, he sees Dylas inside his cell, and stops.]

Why are you still here.

[sullenstallion]

[Dylas is standing and facing the bars when Sparks comes in. He can recognize the sheriff's footsteps by now, and he's technically the guy in charge, right? So, he'll show him a tiny bit more respect than everyone else. He doesn't respond to the question, though, and answers with something entirely different.]

Before you start the paperwork, some girl came over and messed with all of it. It's out of order.

[He's totally going to narc on Yuffie because what a brat.]

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks stops in his tracks, staring at his desk from afar. He does like doing paperwork, but he really wasn't up for the extra work today.]

Yuffie. How's she still gettin' into this place? Is everyone else sleepin' around here?

[He gives Dylas a raised eyebrow though.]

Y'didn't answer my question, though.

[sullenstallion]

She's annoying.

[He swishes his tail, just remembering how unpleasant it'd been.]

And I'm staying here. It's for the best.

[He doesn't know for how long, but he feels no inclination to leave...except for when Koporo makes him shower and then someone else lets him back in.]

[red_planet_blues]

That's an understatement. And no, yer not. We're not runnin' a flop house here, this is a jail. 'N I can't hold charges against people who were mind controlled. So ya need to mozy along already.

[He hangs up his hat on a nearby rack, and runs a hand through his hair in a tired gesture.]

'Sides, that means yer as much of a danger as all of us. Any one of us could be mind controlled. A lot of us were. You don't see all these cells filled up with Heroes.

[sullenstallion]

It doesn't matter if I was controlled or not. It was still my fault, dammit.

[Now that their greeting is done (is it routine yet, for him to greet Sparks and then go about his day living in a holding cell by choice?), he goes to sit on the cot, still watching him and talking to him. He's been through that before. He blames himself.

Today, he presents a new theory.]

You know I was controlled twice, right? I...must've been picked for a reason. If I'd been stronger, I wouldn't have been picked. I'm the threat.

[fusedshadows]

( midna was having a rough time of it. zelda was never coming back, her crystal had shattered, she had been murdered in cold blood in front of a group of people. shock had well since passed, though denial still had a nice ring to it.

names of some of the killers had been floating around town, and it was time to pay them a personal visit. her first stop was the police station and although she knew dylas was on the list, she had expected to encounter him first.

she didn't float or glide across the room, only walked on foot with a stoic sort of expression. laying a tiny hand on one of the bar's lower rungs, her voice was even as she finally spoke. )

So. Is it true?

[sullenstallion]

[He was reading a book when Midna arrived. It's all he'd been doing, it was the only thing he could do aside from lay on his cot, sleep, stare at the ceiling, and feel responsible for the deaths of four people, two deaths which were permanent. He tries not to think about that.

But it's impossible not to.

When Midna comes by, the station is mostly empty. It's getting to be near the end of the day, which means Dylas is at his most awake. He'll be up all through the night, like usual, surrounding himself in the solitude that comes with the nocturnal lifestyle his Job afforded him.

At first, he dismisses Midna's footsteps for something else, unused to hearing them. His ears flick in her direction, and he looks up when she stops outside his cell.

He immediately looks away and down.]

Yeah. It's true.

[fusedshadows]

( there was quiet— ) Nngh. ( as he confirmed it, her fingers tightening around the bars. she looked away, somewhere off to the side, speaking through clenched teeth. )

So what, you just don't remember anything? Some kind of mind control?

( was she supposed to just swallow a story like that?! )

[sullenstallion]

No. I remember everything. It all came back to me after a while.

[Just like when he was fishing in front of Midna, Dylas displays that ability to make his body impossibly still. His ears no longer flick, he holds his pose. Sparks had compared him to a ghost. How he wishes he could almost be one sometimes.]

Looks like I'm even less Heroic than we thought.

[fusedshadows]

( it was unfortunate, that cross-examining dylas was her only window of information. but here in the safe haven of the cells was the only place she could even bring herself to ask these questions... )

You didn't answer my second question. Are you telling me that you weren't in control of your actions? That someone else could just lay their claws into you, and have you do their dirty work? ( her head spun back around, eye narrowing as her temper rose — ) Well?! Are you!

[sullenstallion]

That's exactly it, Midna!

[It's his voice that rises now, though whether it's sarcastic or acquiescent is difficult to judge. His shoulders shake in anger, not at Midna, but at himself. How could he ever think people like Midna could get along with him? He's so much worse than that.]

And they did! Twice! I killed four people, and all because someone snapped their fingers and made me do it. I'm not going to deny it!