Elizabeth Ember's Questionnaire

"I feel like talking to the mists is a whole new level of crazy for me, but... I don't know.   There's a reason I'm out here at night.  And I can... feel the mist talking to me.  Is that crazy?  Yeah, probably.  But uh...."

"Well, I feel like the the mists should know where they are, but... I don't know.  I can't really say I know that much more than the mists, I guess.  I don't have a phone, and no one really told me the address where they shipped me off to.  So yeah.  Somewhere in New York, in what we've been calling the Mist House.  It used to be a group house for troubled children, and... I don't know.  I'm not sure I'm ever going to scrub all of the blood out of the floor.  But it's dry, at least, and has an old fashioned furnace for heat even if there's no power and we're having to pee in a bucket.

I don't know where else I'd go.  Plus there's Amber, even if I need to make sure she doesn't get any bright ideas about the furnace.  I can't leave her.  I'm sure Grace is... going to leave us at some point, but.. I dunno."

Heh.  Hahaha.  What money, I'd ask?  I don't have any money.  I'm living in a house shrouded in mist with no electricity or running water and no doors, even.  There's a town nearby that I've been stealing food from, but it's not like I can keep doing that forever.  It's not a big town, the owner is going to realize.

I need to figure something out. Amber's not a ton of help, and... I don't know.  Grace is... Grace.

Do I move up to stealing money? Maybe.

What do I spend it on?  Whatever we need to survive so far.  That's a lot of stuff.

"What is my ambition, dear mists?"  Elizabeth runs a hand gently though the thick mists, making a trail.  "I'm going to kill the shit out of the sissorman.  I'm going to avenge all of the other people it's killed.  And then I'm going to kill all the other things like it, hunt down all of the monsters under the bed and such and take them apart."

She spins a little, her cloak flaring out, its tassels making patterns in the mist.

"How far am I willing to go? As far as I need to.  I managed to get over my fear and stab some kind of monster that cut people up twice and... well, I can't say I killed it, but I stabbed it!  And how close to death?  I... I screamed, and I might have wet myself, but I kept going when that monster beheaded someone beside me.  So I think I'm willing to go pretty far."

There's about ten seconds of laughter.  In the thick mists, anyone listening would just hear the laughter echoing though the opaque fog.

"Well.  Before signing it?  Probably having some kind of a monster show up at the group home I'm at, murder all of the boys and the headmistress, and then get defeated, leaving me in a house that's.. I don't know, cut off from the world or something.  You'd think the police would show up or some shit, but... day after day, no one has shown up.  So after that point my entire life just got turned upside down."

There's a pause.  "But maybe, excluding that?  Probably when I punched that cop.  He fucking groped me!  And he hit me first!  But... yeah. That's what really got me in the system, and... well.  That's how I'm here now."

"Uhh... do you count, mists?  Maybe if I like... say your name with a capital?  Mists?"

There's a pause, as she listens for a response. She doesn't hear one.  She never does. She's probably imagining the questions, to be honest.

"I don't know.  If you don't, I really.. just have two.  I guess I could say the security guard at that store in town?  He's.. kind of in my life in that I dodge him every couple of days when I go to steal food."

There's a sigh.  "But yeah.  If I can just use two... it would be Amber and Grace."

"Amber is the other girl who was at the group home with me.  She's... I don't know.  She's shy, and kind of a pyro, and a bit of a derp.  But I'm really happy she survived all of this. It's like... someone else who can prove all of this isn't some fever dream."

"And then there's Grace.  Who is...I don't even know who she is. She looks like a little girl, but... she's got a ghost with her, and she can shoot fire, and.. I don't even know how to describe it. She's something, certainly."

"I wanna be like her."

There's a snort.

"I've had people tell me they're in love with me.  Typically just before they tried to do things that I should have stabbed them for.  Did, sometimes.  I got a reputation for being violent.  More like I had personal boundaries.  But if there's one thing I've never been allowed to have, it was personal boundaries.  Not at home, not at school, not in this stupid group home.  But... I don't know.  I guess Amber wasn't so bad.  We got to commiserate together.  She's like.. my first real friend.  Even if she's a pyro. But like... that's close enough, right?"