MASKTOURN

leo wakes

Leo wakes laying on a bedroll in a small room. It’s hardly comfortable, but it’s something. There’s no sign of the Lifebringer- or anyone, really. He'd soon realize his clothes have been changed- gone is whatever he was wearing before, replaced by a simple, robelike outfit entirely in white. Morning light filters in from the window, casting the entire small room in a dewy haze. The room is tiny- big enough only to fit the bedroll, a small basin for washing, a chest at the foot of the bedroll, and a low, small writing desk, on which is a folded piece of paper, labeled with Leo’s name, a clay tablet, and a porcelain face mask. The entire room is furnished in plain white tile, and opposite the window is a stone-paneled door leading out. The letter on the desk is written in ornate, swirling script, reads as follows:

Welcome, Leo Emileyauro Von Claret!

It is my pleasure to welcome you, not only to the Halcyon Citadel, but to the Snakes! You have been selected, by the Great and Divine Lifebringer, to serve and compete alongside your fellow serpentine contestants and under my gracious leadership. If you have any concerns or run into any trouble, please do not hesitate to bring it to my attention. I’m very excited to meet you all! 

Please wear the mask provided, as it is part of your uniform!

Your Leader, 
Reagan Alizaydyeiren

The mask was of white porcelain, and would sit on Leo’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered his eyes and upper faced, and mirrored the look of a snake’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Leo would be able to see clearly even with the mask on. The clay tablet was just too big to be held in one hand, and was accompained by a small stylus for writing. Its surface displayed the #group-chat, and would update magically as more messages were sent. If Leo investigated the chest, he’d find something curious. The chest is filled mostly with linens- bedding, towels, spare outfits, but at the top is a folded, white parasol. (edited)

@Morgan | Clove 🦇 + Leo 🩸 |

Leo was jolted awake after a restless sleep, his crimson eyes snapping open as he returned to the land of the living. “Fuck…” he muttered, his voice still a little hoarse. He scanned the room for any sign of the woman he’d spoken to earlier, but she was nowhere to be seen. Thankfully that meant he was no longer chained up. However, looking down was a different story. The vampire was shocked to see himself robed in white, which paired with his papery skin made him look like a ghost. Perhaps it was fitting… “Ugh, whatever.” he said to no one as he finally pulled himself out of bed. The note remained unread as he flung open the chest, and to his dismay, he was presented with a parasol that matched his current garb. Cursing, he picked it up and sauntered out of the room. This was going to be a long day.