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tampered2007-11-06 01:35 pm
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ongoing
When; Tuesday November 6 (curse day)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Eliza Faust![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belovedeath and Harry Dresden dresden4hire
Summary; Eliza was thinking, but then the weeds got the better of her ...
Log;
As Eliza watched the vines creep through the tall grass and between the cemetery stones she realized quickly that now had been a dammed fool time to have a crisis of doubt; especially one that took her so far from the apartment that she and Johann shared. Pushing herself up onto a monument she saw that the lights of the city were out. That seemed odd, for a place as bright as this to be covered in pitch as it was now.
There was a brief moment of wonder; had the power gone out? No, the power of an entire city would hardly fail from anything these inhabitants would do. Most of them seemed less interested in experimentation then they were with simply surviving these curses; ad Eliza had quickly seen why. In the simple span of two or three weeks; she'd forgotten how long she'd been here; she had almost been burnt at the stake, turned into a fairy, and had to deal with countless screaming prepubescents talking about how her husband had touched her decaying corpse in ways inappropriate to speak of in even the most foul of company. Most anything this word would throw at them would certainly be no good.
The vines seemed to grow thicker and the grass taller. As she sat on the monument, she could tell this was no ordinary growing cycle. Even the fastest of cultivated seeds wouldn't be this quick.
Making her way further, to higher ground, or as high as one could get on a large statue of a Celtic cross, she noticed that it wasn't simply the grass and vines. The trees themselves had even taken on a growth of their own. They'd become thicker, more full of life then she had ever seen trees become. She was quite certain now that this was, in fact, a curse.
Overgrown plants and, as far as Harry had said, all technology was gone as well. He'd also mentioned that it was a curse. There was a fleeting thought, a hope that Johann would be alright. There was food in the apartment and she doubted that he would come looking for her. No, he would wait for her to return; she wasn't he skeleton after all. With luck, these two things would be the only issues that came of this curse; with even more luck these plants wouldn't start having a taste for human flesh. Heaven be dammed if sh was going to allow herself be eaten by a ficus.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Eliza Faust
belovedeath and Harry Dresden dresden4hireSummary; Eliza was thinking, but then the weeds got the better of her ...
Log;
As Eliza watched the vines creep through the tall grass and between the cemetery stones she realized quickly that now had been a dammed fool time to have a crisis of doubt; especially one that took her so far from the apartment that she and Johann shared. Pushing herself up onto a monument she saw that the lights of the city were out. That seemed odd, for a place as bright as this to be covered in pitch as it was now.
There was a brief moment of wonder; had the power gone out? No, the power of an entire city would hardly fail from anything these inhabitants would do. Most of them seemed less interested in experimentation then they were with simply surviving these curses; ad Eliza had quickly seen why. In the simple span of two or three weeks; she'd forgotten how long she'd been here; she had almost been burnt at the stake, turned into a fairy, and had to deal with countless screaming prepubescents talking about how her husband had touched her decaying corpse in ways inappropriate to speak of in even the most foul of company. Most anything this word would throw at them would certainly be no good.
The vines seemed to grow thicker and the grass taller. As she sat on the monument, she could tell this was no ordinary growing cycle. Even the fastest of cultivated seeds wouldn't be this quick.
Making her way further, to higher ground, or as high as one could get on a large statue of a Celtic cross, she noticed that it wasn't simply the grass and vines. The trees themselves had even taken on a growth of their own. They'd become thicker, more full of life then she had ever seen trees become. She was quite certain now that this was, in fact, a curse.
Overgrown plants and, as far as Harry had said, all technology was gone as well. He'd also mentioned that it was a curse. There was a fleeting thought, a hope that Johann would be alright. There was food in the apartment and she doubted that he would come looking for her. No, he would wait for her to return; she wasn't he skeleton after all. With luck, these two things would be the only issues that came of this curse; with even more luck these plants wouldn't start having a taste for human flesh. Heaven be dammed if sh was going to allow herself be eaten by a ficus.