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tampered2013-10-27 09:28 am
el_desheredado) wrote in tampered2013-10-27 09:28 am
Must Be the Season of the Witch
When; October 27th - October 30th
Rating; PG and up--please be careful and tag your character's nightmare visions if necessary!
Characters; Members of the Anonymous Movement, volunteer residents of the City, and YOU!
Summary;
The Anonymous Movement has identified the source of the extra trouble in the City this month--as if the curses weren't enough, right? Beings that they're calling "witches" have torn a portal into the City and are using magic to stir up the fear, anxiety, and negative emotions on which they feed.
Concerned for the well-being of the Cityzens and knowing that they'll all likely end up either mad or dead if this isn't stopped, the Anonymous Movement has decided to take the witches head on. They're marching up the mountain, armed with salt, blue beads, witch hazel, and other traditional witch-repellents, along with more conventional weapons.
But the witches aren't going to go without a fight. And they have their magic on their side...
Notes; Want to join in? If your character joined in the ad hoc volunteer witch-hunting army, feel free to start a thread for your character's nightmare vision or toss your character. Mingle threads are also welcomed!
Please see this post for more information but know that making a final sacrifice is optional.
We'll be making another post on the 30th to wrap up the plot and tie up some loose ends, but backdating is always awesome.
Log; It's a foggy morning when everyone assembles in Misery Square. It was short notice, perhaps. But there seems to be a decent number assembled for it.
A girl with curly black hair passes through the crowd. She's carrying a basket and she passes small objects to those assembled: a sprig of witch hazel, a packet of salt, a string of blue beads, a sprig of rowan, iron nails... There are other weapons to be had too, if they're needed.
There's little to be said because so little is known. But members of the Anonymous Movement speak, briefly and perhaps a little quietly under that strange weather, about how little is known but now necessary it is to make a way--by foot or by force--up to that cottage. They admit that it will be difficult and that much is unknown, but that they will do all they can to be sure everyone makes it. It's an explanation less than a rallying of the troops.
The battered trucks are there again, for those who wish to ride in them. This is hardly a splendid morning out. Trees, some bearing colorful autumn leaves and some nearly stripped bare, loom out of the fog as they proceed up the mountain. Boulders hunch and branches reach--like witches themselves, perhaps.
They drive as far as they can. After that, it must be by foot.
It's a rough path--tumbled boulders, gnarled trees, and the undergrowth has yet to die back completely, to say nothing of the fog. But there are hands enough to catch someone who stumbles or to pull someone over a fallen stone.
They pass into a clearing. The fog is thicker here, though the sun makes an effort to burn through the clouds.
It isn't long thereafter that the first screams start...
Rating; PG and up--please be careful and tag your character's nightmare visions if necessary!
Characters; Members of the Anonymous Movement, volunteer residents of the City, and YOU!
Summary;
The Anonymous Movement has identified the source of the extra trouble in the City this month--as if the curses weren't enough, right? Beings that they're calling "witches" have torn a portal into the City and are using magic to stir up the fear, anxiety, and negative emotions on which they feed.
Concerned for the well-being of the Cityzens and knowing that they'll all likely end up either mad or dead if this isn't stopped, the Anonymous Movement has decided to take the witches head on. They're marching up the mountain, armed with salt, blue beads, witch hazel, and other traditional witch-repellents, along with more conventional weapons.
But the witches aren't going to go without a fight. And they have their magic on their side...
Notes; Want to join in? If your character joined in the ad hoc volunteer witch-hunting army, feel free to start a thread for your character's nightmare vision or toss your character. Mingle threads are also welcomed!
Please see this post for more information but know that making a final sacrifice is optional.
We'll be making another post on the 30th to wrap up the plot and tie up some loose ends, but backdating is always awesome.
Log; It's a foggy morning when everyone assembles in Misery Square. It was short notice, perhaps. But there seems to be a decent number assembled for it.
A girl with curly black hair passes through the crowd. She's carrying a basket and she passes small objects to those assembled: a sprig of witch hazel, a packet of salt, a string of blue beads, a sprig of rowan, iron nails... There are other weapons to be had too, if they're needed.
There's little to be said because so little is known. But members of the Anonymous Movement speak, briefly and perhaps a little quietly under that strange weather, about how little is known but now necessary it is to make a way--by foot or by force--up to that cottage. They admit that it will be difficult and that much is unknown, but that they will do all they can to be sure everyone makes it. It's an explanation less than a rallying of the troops.
The battered trucks are there again, for those who wish to ride in them. This is hardly a splendid morning out. Trees, some bearing colorful autumn leaves and some nearly stripped bare, loom out of the fog as they proceed up the mountain. Boulders hunch and branches reach--like witches themselves, perhaps.
They drive as far as they can. After that, it must be by foot.
It's a rough path--tumbled boulders, gnarled trees, and the undergrowth has yet to die back completely, to say nothing of the fog. But there are hands enough to catch someone who stumbles or to pull someone over a fallen stone.
They pass into a clearing. The fog is thicker here, though the sun makes an effort to burn through the clouds.
It isn't long thereafter that the first screams start...
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Sharply, desperately,]
They're real—
[And then the air explodes in front of her and Ginny's thrown back at Pavel's feet, the breath knocked out of her but maybe some sense knocked back in.]
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Ginny? Are you hurt badly?
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I'm fine. It's fine, I just... [The cobwebs clearing, looking around at the chaos, seeing it finally as the hallucination it is.] This isn't Hogwarts. You're right, it's— [Using him as leverage, trying to stand,] Damn, but it feels like it.
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These nightmares are convincing. Will you be able to walk?
[He's trying to determine whether or not he could carry her if push comes to shove. Probably. If he can support the combined weight of Kirk and Scotty, Ginny shouldn't he a problem.]
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[She tries not to look down the hall though she wants to, the distant cries of her family and friends, the rumble of battle, but it's already faded a little like it's happening behind a glass wall.]
I'm sorry. I— [She almost wants to cry but she's too angry for it.] We're on the mountain?
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[He's relieved when the nightmare begins to fade. For a moment, he wasn't sure that they would escape. The face of the mountain might be grim and cloaked in ominous mists, but it's better than a wizard battle.]
Yes, we are now. [She might be too angry to cry, but it's still obvious that she's upset. Pavel gives her a careful hug.]
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And somehow, with that gesture, the castle shrinks away and the battered doors to the Entrance Hall are suddenly right in front of them, swinging open to reveal the grey mountainscape. There's no sunrise now to herald the end of the battle, not like home, but it isn't over yet. Not here.]
Thanks.
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Pavel waves Ginny ahead, half afraid that she'll run back into her own nightmare.]
It's nothing you would not do for me.
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Or for anyone else here. Let's go.