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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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"Okay. We will go to the flowers, but together." He can't tell where their pursuers are. "I have a weapon with me, we will be safe."
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"All right. Should we... count to three?"
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It's not much of a plan, but Chekov doesn't think that this dream is going to end without getting to those white flowers. He gives the girl's hand a quick, reassuring squeeze. "Okay. One..."
so sorry this has taken so long to get through...
"Two..."
I don't mind if you don't!
Chekov runs for the flowers, staying low and between the girl and the shooters' last position. With any luck, they won't be out in the open for long.
Bless you! I don't mind at all!
That's when the ground opens up. The heavy vines and some of the jasmine drop down and she's falling... and the man won't be able to stop himself from falling, either...
Excellent!
Chekov tries to grab on to something--anything--to stop the sudden descent, but it's of no avail. Hopefully the landing won't be terribly hard.
Whoo-hoo!
As the two fall into the hole, something changes in the dark, something that will interrupt their landing on the ancient stone floor far below them. It is a fortunate turn of events, taking mere seconds to occur.
Lara Croft grabs one of the thick vines with one hand and Pavel Chekov with the other. Her now fully adult, Amazonian body deals with the jolt in her shoulder when their fall ceases abruptly. She hopes that the young man she is hugging to her chest has wrapped himself around her. It will help them stay connected for a more controlled descent.
"Hullo," she says, a little breathless. "I don't usually get this far in my nightmare. Thank you."
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"Hello." He's more surprised than breathless. And, naturally, thankful that there wasn't a potentially lethal encounter with the ground. "You are welcome, of course. Ah--have we met?"
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"No, I don't think we have," she says, relieved to be 'herself' again, the woman she has become instead of the terrified girl of her nightmare. "I'm Lara Croft and you are a very dear man." They have to get down somehow, or maybe the nightmare, now that the worst possible conclusion has been averted, will set them free. Before that happens, she says, "Thank you."
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"Pavel Andreievich Chekov. Pleased to meet you, ma'am." Just in case the dream continues, he tries to find a vine of his own. No need to test Lara's strength (even if it seems considerable). He appreciates the praise. "You are most welcome."
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"Delighted, Pavel. Now, keep a good hold and start moving with me. We're going to work up... a good swing... and when we're over... that balcony..." Lara nods with her head to the location as the vine starts to sway more. "We let go. I'll let you know when."
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But this is Lara's dream and only she knows the way out, so Pavel maintains a death grip on his vine as does as he's told. "Yes, ma'am."
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She starts swinging their weight, back and forth and yes, it will not be until they're experienceing a very wide, whooshing arc above the temple floor that, as they approach the balcony once again, she says, "Ready? Jump!"
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At least he's good at taking orders. When Lara says jump, he does so, tucking and rolling like he was taught to. It's not a graceful landing, but it's a landing.
"Why is it that you do this?"
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She rolls to a crouch, practiced, with the ease of breathing, and grins at him.
"Oh, there are so many reasons, молодой господин, not the least of which is the joy of discovery, something I think you might understand."
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"Пожалуйста не называйте меня этим. I am not that young." But Chekov isn't actually offended. "I do understand that, although I think I would prefer to discover things in my own way."
Sorry for delay. RL still hammering away at me...
She laughs good-naturedly. "Of course, though being open to swinging from vines isn't a bad thing at all, really. You never know when such a circumstance will come into play."
The temple is fading around them and she sighs. "Well, it does look like we might be done with this... diversion. Shall we get back to the task at hand?" That being fighting the witches, naturally.
It's okay! Sorry to hear it, though.
He sighs, relieved, when the temple is replaced by the foggy mountainside. "I would be glad to."
Thank you. Now, if only the insanity can leave me alone for two whole seconds...
"After you," she says, waving him ahead with one hand while hefting one of her guns with the other. "I've got your back."