MASKTOURN

invo wakes

Invo 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 black. He still has his hearing aides, though. 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 Invo’s name, a clay tablet, and a porcelain face mask. The entire room is furnished in plain black tile, and opposite the window is a stone-paneled door leading out. The letter on the desk is written in small, neat script, reads as follows:

Welcome, Invo Khalidyauro.

You have been invited to compete in the Lifebringer’s tournament, in this, their hallowed domain. Not only have you received this honor, you have also been selected to compete alongside the Birds, under my leadership. If you have any concerns, or anything suspicious to report, please alert it to my presence. I will be watching you. 

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

Your Leader, 
Kairas Krosanyouri

The mask was of black porcelain, and would sit on Invo’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 bird’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Invo 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. (edited)

@Aj | Invo + Ryunoske

The moment consciousness entered his brain, Invo shot up. He punched the air and twisted his legs to kick anything or anyone near him, but when he saw nothing, his fear settled down in his chest. He remembered everything clearly. That damn Lifebringer, he thought. The gray robe he was wearing before just turned black, but he was left without his hood or mask. He could still feel his hearing aids in his ear, so that was good at least. Glancing around the room, nothing seemed to be particularly harmful, so he approached the items nearby. The note provided little information, but he happily took the mask and put it on. It wasn't like the lower-half mask he was used to, but any sort of coverage was appreciated. Though, that did mean the large scar running down his face was visible. Paying no attention to the tablet, Invo entered the nearest shadow and left.