RP:Hideux Monstre
Cove
The rising cliffs curve back inward just north of the barrier, forming a peaceful horseshoe shaped inlet cordoned off from the outside by rock and wave. The waters quietly pass the breaking jetty, rolling back and forth with gentle lapping movements that have smoothed and cooled the surrounding sands. Sparkles of light catch and dance delicately upon the tranquil sea as the breeze brings with it a salty mist. This calm relaxing spot makes this a favoured hideout for young lovers of all races...An immense crimson-sailed structure bobbing and swaying in the waters to the east appears to be a ship. At the end of the jetty is a tied ferry, anchored with a rope to a thick wooden pillar branded with a strange symbol. This is the only visible means of access to the vessel painting a silhouette on the horizon in the morning's light, though other moorings suggest smaller boats might be used now and then. The area seems to be a lot more busy than usual, without counting them; a fleet of ships appears to be settled on the horizon. They could merely be fishing ships, but something tells you they aren't, and if that is the case, you can almost guarantee that their long nines are trained on this position.
Hudson is in Cenril on business, but has time to kill before he goes home. It's not a pleasant atmosphere there, home that is, he and Alvina have been feuding over... it's so tangled, now, maybe they're both feuding because neither of them wants to back down. A feud for the sake of feuding. He's very tired. Their girls can tell, have been extra fussy. He needs to try harder, so does she, otherwise they'll wreck everything. Right now, though, Hudson visits this particular stretch of beach because it's gilded with memories, and it's safer than visiting the person associated with those memories. There's sand getting in his sneakers, but that's fine. He's got a chicken parmesan and a 40 oz of beer, the game plan is to sit at the water's edge and talk himself into being present in his own life and mending things with the woman at home.
Irenic had not had a very good run of luck as of late. An orphan boy who reminded him a lot of himself, someone he looked over as a son, someone he swore to respect, was killed in the earthquake, Valrae saw it all and they grieved together. He nearly lost Valrae before that over his stupid actions of kissing another avian.... Speaking of which, what even is he right now, all of his days are blurred together as wingless time spend away from anyone and at night he's, what he can only see, a monster. During the day was a different story, but he couldn't even tell anyone seeing as anything that came out of his moth was of his homeland tongue. Irenic smells food from the cove and he sits up immediately. It felt he hasn't eaten in ages and his slumber would have to wait seeing as he was only alert at night now, this made for sleepy days. He runs up to Hudson, shirtless, wingless and his pants are a bit torn. He didn't even register the face as he stole he man's food and started to eat it like some wild beast.
Hudson finds that he is approached by a homeless looking man whom he recognizes as Valrae's boyfriend except... sans wings. Hudson is emotionally prepared for this meeting - in that he knows Valrae is seeing this dude, or a dude who looks like this dude, or something - but also caught off guard by it, and the fact that the man just stole his chicken parm and is just feasting upon it like a wild animal. "Yo," Hudson exclaims as the theft takes place. "Excuse me, MATE," he says. He feels a frisson of rage skitter up his forearms, and he takes a second to watch how Irenic goes to town on the sub sandwich to tap into his human feelings of pity and set aside the wolf that is territorial over food. Godsdamn the man, something's not right. They're so far away from the Irenic Hudson recalls from the witches' ball that Hudson isn't even sure it's the right guy. "Irenic, right?" he says the guys name, tries to peer into his face. "Irenic is that you? Hello, man?"
Irenic looked a little scruffy and specks of silver and gray can be spotted in his dark five o'clock shadow. At first he grumbles at the protesting man, which by now would be picking up on his most favorite scent coming from the avain, "Marcher sur vous met…" His gruff and menacing tone seemed somewhat lessened by the French sounding dialect he was cursed to only speak. Once those mismatched eyes set on Hudson at the 'Irenic' he sighed as the sandwich was now gone. The large silver eye takes him in and the brown one blindly follow suit, but picks up nothing on him, magically. He goes to say something else, "Je suis dans une mauvaise voie." but after it being said he realized no one will understand him. A glance to the horizon to gage how long he had till he had to, literally, run. All he could do was nod and he didn’t want Valrae to know he was dodging her because he's only up at night anymore and at night he looks hideous. "Ne le dites à personne." He scowls at his inability to remember anything he tries to say in common is not coming out that way, so he simply puts his finger over his lips in a 'shush' manner in hopes he would get the picture.
Hudson finds that communicating with Irenic - or Irenic's doppelganger - is maybe not working out as planned. The guy more or less growls at him and continues eating the chicken parm, with sort of impressive, indigestion-causing swiftness. And then a sea change seems to come over Irenic, in that he appears to have acknowledged that he's Irenic - that seemed like recognition, albeit a disgruntled one - but Hudson has no idea what he's saying. Less than helpful. Irenic is emphatic about whatever it is, however. All Hudson takes away from the conversation is 'personne' which sounds a lot like/probably means 'person.' Doing great here. Hudson, for his part, can't imagine that Valrae is dating a foreigner and thus finds this supremely unsettling, like why can't this guy speak common and not be crazy and steal chicken parms for a second. Hudson realizes he's holding a beer and drinks some of it, it helps. If this guy's having a psychotic break he's not sure he should point him in Valrae's direction but now they're here, and Hudson can't help but try to work through this clustersomething. "Irenic," he repeats the guy's name loudly, as if he were hard of hearing. "Valrae. Yes, Valrae. Valrae is worried about you. Do you understand. Anything I'm saying."
Irenic wipes his hands on his own torn up trousers with a scowl and a nod, acknowledging he knows that Valrae is worried. He can understand common, even goes to speak it, but this curse must have something crossed in his brain that is switching it. He thinks a long moment before he noticed a driftwood branch at his own bare feet so he leans down to pick it up; Hudson might notice the deep dark red mark down his spine where those massive Ivory wings used to meet his back. Irenic crouches down and he crudely illustrates a sun and a stick figure. Next he draws a moon and a bird, then an arrow to himself. He would glance up to him and wait for him to get the poorly drawn message before erasing it from the sand and drawing a large V inside a big circle with a line through it. He attempts to say, "Ne dites pas à Valrae que je suis un hudeux monstre." Or 'do not yell Valrae I am a hideous monster.' He shakes his head before standing once more, "Ne dites pas à Valrae que je suis un monstre." He looks over his shoulder as if trying to look between wings… Oh wait, no wings, but when did the sun get so low? He looks around before he takes off for a gaping stride away from Hudson. He couldn't face anyone with the way he looked at night.
Hudson | Irenic definitely understands him, that much is clear. But Hudson watches Irenic continue behaving like a mad man, now he's drawing in the sand. This is not a way to communicate! Hudson vaguely comprehends that some sort of interaction occurred between the stick figure and the bird and the moon and sun but the details are a bit hazy slash drawn in literal sand right now. The V with an x through it he studies for a long period of time, between gulps of cold beer. The only thing worse than letter message breakup is maybe breakup through your other ex, not that Irenic knows that Hudson is an ex, but still, Hudson begins to frown as he thinks about this information. Maybe he just won't say anything to Valrae, because this is too brutal. Irenic is speaking to him again, and Hudson only understands 'Valrae' and 'monstre,' which is probably 'monster.' Yeah, clearly the guy's got issues, thinks Hudson, he definitely won't be telling Valrae about this meeting because it'll hurt her and sometimes not knowing is better. And like that, the man is retreating. It's then that Hudson realizes that something has seared Irenic's wings off, the marks left are unsettling to behold. Hudson is left with a feeling of empty discomfort. And his beer and the discarded wrapper of his chicken parm, being kicked about by the wind.