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[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Alarm Bells​

Mister Willis' house was on the Northwestern corner of the housing section, pretty much opposite the old Miller place, the one currently doing its best cosplay of a bonfire. When the alarm bells sounded, Bill would not miss them. Even moments before their loud ringing filled Marasong Harbor, Mary, her cat, seemed to be particularly on edge. Hissing at everything, and even going so far as to find a nice secluded spot under a piece of furniture.

Emerging from her rented room, Bill would find a commotion toward the Southwestern end of town. The smoke was a good indication of what was going on. The sky was filled with the dark smoke, making it seem like a different time of day than mid-morning. Lots of faces she had seen about town, but maybe hadn't talked to yet, were glimpsed running to help. Then there were a few she had met or spoken to during her six weeks in Marasong.

She could spot Augie talking with someone regularly seen around the docks, and the two rushed off, opposite the direction of the fire. A couple of other people hurried toward the burning house with a large tarp, that was then being spread out amongst several to hold onto. Something one would see in old 'fire rescues' when someone had to jump out of a window. The house currently aflame did have two stories, and a hose reached from the ground to one of the second story windows where it was presumably being used inside as an attempt to put out the flames.




OOC Information

Bill BillieRoss :When your eyes drift over the people moving to help hold the tarp out like some 'life net' of days long past, you can't stop but stare at one in particular. All your senses jolt, like a static shock to your system, to your magic. There is a dark blond young woman in a mustard color sweater bearing large red checker squares along the bottom. Magic knows magic, especially witches.

The sensations her magic gives you is one of inexperience, yet brimming an excitement that comes when things are new and one is eager to learn all they can. It can also be dangerous, if left unchecked, or the desire to please is greater than the determination to control. She's a witch, no doubt about it, but her attention is on the fire and the task of holding the blanket, so she's still unaware of you.

IF DECEMBER FREEZES
A story by Out Of Words​

Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Marasong Health Local​

Marianne received more questions than answers, which made the woman a mite miffed. She was about to frown and chastise the group when finally someone spoke up. It didn't clarify who was what, but it carried an urgency requiring immediate attention. "What type? IV or other?" She was already opening the door back up to quickly hail an assistant while Leif answered.

"Whatever." He sounded confused, but his urgency couldn't be denied.

"Get me four blood packs stat, go with O negative." There would be a quick flurry of movement outside the door, and then the packs were given to Marrianne who closed the door once more. She held two out for Leif to take, "For her." And the other two followed, "And you?" It was a guess, she held a confidence that came from experience. Now, that just left the rest of the group.

She turned to look at each one gathered, trying to guesstimate what they might need. "Alright, what about the rest of you?" And after a moment's pause, she clarified. "You're safe in this room, in this clinic. We've treated a lot of different beings, you're not my first rodeo. Out there? They can't know the difference, but in here, in order to treat you, I have to know what it is I'm treating."




OOC Information

Everyone in the clinic :There's something calming about being in the room. For those plagued with melodies in the head, they slowly ebb away into the first real silence you've had since arriving in Marasong. It's a moment you can gather your thoughts, as well as center your physical sense. There is a typical water cooler with paper cups in one corner of the room, and you're pretty sure Marianne would likely get you whatever else you need in the moment.

IF DECEMBER FREEZES
A story by Out Of Words​

Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Who's Stalking Whom?​

It didn't take very long for Boy to pick up the right scents to lead him down to the beach, and from there, the little cave which had become Augie's home as much as Boy's. Only, he wasn't home yet, but Boy's bed and blankets, toys and treats were. Just what a doctor might prescribe for a stressed out pooch. Or there was the secret smaller cave in the far back, setup for emergencies for Boy's safety.

With a small narrowed tunnel leading into the 'safe room', it restricted who and what could make it deep enough to threaten the dog. The area opened up a little wider past the tunnel, giving plenty of room for the dog to move around. With another set of blankets, and bowls for food and water, in case Boy needed to hole up here for a while. It was safe, it was warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and tailored to meet all of Boy's needs.

For a while, nothing happened to interrupt the dog finding a sense of peace it couldn't find in town today. And then, something happened.

Boy caught a good whiff of Marius' scent, something in the ocean breeze caused it to drift into the cave, and even farther back to where Boy was recovering. It was so strong, it almost seemed like the man had entered the cave, but there weren't any sounds to indicate this was the case. The only other explanation would be if Marius had walked near the entrance and the wind was strong enough to carry the scent inside, and Marasong usually had strong oceanic winds.




OOC Information

Riley KodakWolf :The scent is even stronger than when you were tracking the older man through the woods and away from the fire. There is a strange hint of seaweed and something that leaves a taste of magic on your tongue.

IF DECEMBER FREEZES
A story by Out Of Words​

Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[BillieRoss]

Bill
Location: Outside the Old Miller's Place
With: OrganicUFO , Larry

The first thing she thought when she saw the raging fire was that Grace would be so, so mad when she didn’t call her like she promised she would. The second thing she thought was a very distinct oh fuck.

She turned back into her room and started rooting around her medicine cabinet, stuffing her pockets with anything she thought she might need (burn salve double yes, painkiller yes, stomach-settler no, lung-clearer yes...). "Stay here," she told her cat, who had already hidden herslef in the depths beneath the dresser. Without a second word, she turned on her heels and ran for the door, shrugging her coat on as she went.

She tore out of the house and down the road, running in the direction of the smoke and tying her thick, frizzy black hair into a bun behind her head. Her thick hiking boots thudded heavily over the asphalt, skidding to a stop just in front of the locus of the commotion. The fire was burning so bright it hurt her eyes; the billowing black smoke obscuring the starry night above. A few people were frantically ferrying buckets, swarming around like ants. A fireman trying to give shape to the chaos. The hose snaking up into the second floor of the house, doing Lord only knows what. If it was doing anything at all, that was. Bill couldn’t see the fruits of its labour. All she could see were the flames rising higher and higher, engulfing the town, the forest, burning all through the night and leaving nothing in its wake. She stood there helplessly for a few moments, scanning the crowd for a hint at anything she could do-

She barely contained a yelp as a shock ran through her body. 

A witch, she was sure of it, that strange girl holding onto the tarp. The first one she’d seen in a long time. Green, to be sure, so green she probably ate nothing but grass, but a witch nonetheless. New, definitely new, or maybe just new to Bill. Her head began to swim with possibilities. Just on her own, there wasn’t much she could do except cushion the fall of someone leaping from a window or make the problem worse. With the two of them maybe, just maybe they could conjure up a shower of rain. Charm a bit of roof and keep it from collapsing, keep load bearing walls intact. Something to suffocate the flames, or at the very least, stop them spreading.

It was stupid, sure. Impulsive. Difficult to explain away. But hopefully the denizens of this wee blip of a town would be too glad to have the fire contained to ask too many questions about how or why or when. And Bill had never been particularly good at planning ahead anyway. Why start now? She just had to get the witch alone, if she could politely convince someone else to take her place around the bit of tarp...

She dashed forwards, grabbing some bystanders and dragging them along, barking orders to hold the tarp ("A man could die if ye dinnae do it right, don't ye care at all? Hold it and do as yer told, ye fuckin' bastards!"). She could apologise for not being 'personable' later.

She practically threw the unlucky townsfolk that she had snatched at the throng of people gathered around the makeshift trampoline, rushing up next to the witch and grabbing her by the elbow, speaking in a babbling stream of almost-nonsense.

“Hi, hello, you must be new here, I’m Bill, nice tae meet you, something very urgent just come up, can I borrow you fer a few ticks? Won’t take long, come on now!” Without waiting for a response she started trying to drag the newcomer away from the tarp, ideally around a corner, out of sight to cast…something. She hadn’t quite gotten that far.

 

[Larry]

Aódh McFaol
Location: Just outside Hatsu's house.
Mood: Steadying himself.
Interactions/Mentions: OrganicUFO | Collidias Rex | Out Of Words | BillieRoss | silverwhere (indirectly).​

The young man couldn't believe how quickly the events began to move. Beatrice and himself had only just arrived when, only a few moments later, with the unfurling of a tarp, the two of them had been drafted into positioning and manning it, should the man, who had just dashed into the building with a hose, feel it necessary to say his safety to jump out one of the windows. It took the Irishman a few moments to get to grips with the tauting and relaxation of the tarp upon someone falling upon it. Angelo, or at least that was the name which was being flittered about from all the other people holding the tarp, warned that the person inside, Wiri, could go potentially flying if they to hold it too far apart; it had the effect of being a trampoline in such an instance. Aódh commended the man, a ranger apparently, for his courage in attempting to assuage the further outbreak of fire alongside the other residential properties. Yet, in taking on this role, Aódh bemoaned his incapacity to transform in the face of such a volatile situation. If he were able to turn, he could catch Wiri with the greatest of ease, and sit him down on the ground as though he weighted no more than a new-born child. Yet, even the thought of him expanding into that state caused that slightly nauseous feeling in his stomach to re-appear. Whatever this sensation was, it seemed peculiar to the settlement of Marasong itself, since he never experienced it in Wellington. With the incident only so long ago in the Loving Spoon, with the slightest hint of out-of-place petrichor in the air, it seemed that this place would provide more cause for inquiry. Aódh then turned his attention to the matter at hand, keeping a keen eye placed on the window nearest them.

That Wiri might suddenly fly through the air, out the window, was a contingency that was becoming increasingly likely: the Irishman needed to ready himself.

Or Aódh would have, were it not for the sudden intrusion of a lady called Bill, as she energetically introduced herself. For whatever reason, she seemed awfully keen on dragging Beatrice, who seemed almost perturbed as he was, away for 'something very urgent', which came off as rather suspicious to the Irishman. Notwithstanding the exigency of the current situation, to appear from nowhere and try to hale somebody off to another emergency, whose only alarmist you seemed to be, reeked of something rather dubious. And yet, for the briefest flicker of a moment, the faint whiff of a scent he sniffed out during the incident in the Loving Spoon caught his senses. But, as with last time, the scent was dwarfed by the immediate, overpowering cloud of smoke bellowing from the house. Out of concern for his fellow lodger, and weary of the intentions of this 'Bill', Aódh reached out and grabbed the latter's wrist, perhaps a bit more strongly than he intended.

"As you can see Bill," Aódh said, firm emphasis placed on her name, "There's a fire going on, and, ya see that window? A man could very well come careening out of that thing within the next few moments. So, whatever business you may have with Beatrice, it can be conducted after we know Wiri is safe. Does that seem reasonable enough to you?"

 

[silverwhere]

Hatsu Black
Location: Not the time for smores
Tags: Out Of Words Larry OrganicUFO BillieRoss Collidias Rex
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He didn't have much time to examine the water pump before Angelo had already connected it. Thank god, it would have been bad if he had to spend a few minutes figuring out how it work and then having to figure out how to connect it. At this moment, seconds mattered especially with someone now inside the blaze with the worst fire equipment Hatsu had ever seen. After Angelo had finished tossing the hose up to Wiri who disappeared back into the house it felt like maybe there might be more than just foundation left. Wiri knew what he was doing. Right? Hatsu didn't really know the man. He's seen him a few times but it wasn't enough times for him to put effort into remembering the person or getting to know him. He always seemed pretty busy with whatever Wiri does for a living. Either way Hatsu made an effort to remind himself to get to know him after all this. Maybe treat him to a drink or two.

The best way to explain the current situation was that it was an organized messed. Like how you put all that paperwork that has been accumulating on your desk into on pile off to the side. Organized in the sense that now you can see your desk, but you still don't really know what's in the pile and where. Hatsu felt a bit calmer now that someone was tackling the fire from inside, but he still felt like he wasn't doing much. He was still frustrated at the situation and he was glad that Angelo didn't say anything to make him even more. It was nice to hear comforting words that they'd fix this- but he really wasn't sure if there was going to be a price for it. There most likely was going to be a hefty bill. Either way Hatsu just gave Angelo a nervous grin before a thumbs up. He didn't really know what to say in this situation and if he wanted to say anything. Best to bite his tongue until he's gotten over his frustration before he says something stupid. However it was nice to be told to hold onto this blanket and it didn't take too long for him to understand how to hold it correctly. Hatsu did not need the trauma of a house fire and a man breaking something- he'd rather only have the house fire trauma.

So his attention was turned to watching for Wiri incase the man went to take a swan dive out of the house. It was more than enough for him to feel like he was doing something- although it wasn't a direct means to putting out the fire. It gave him time to investigate the people who were helping him hold the tarp. Hatsu didn't know everyone in town expect for a few people that he ran into a lot. So he was debating if the Aódh and Beatrice where people who lived there or were just visiting. He was in the mists of his deduction of narrowing down places he could have seen them and if he even knew their names when a new stranger came bouncing up to grab Beatrice's wrist. “Hi, hello, you must be new here, I’m Bill, nice tae meet you, something very urgent just come up, can I borrow you fer a few ticks? Won’t take long, come on now!” the stranger said and Hatsu was not fast enough to stop himself, "What's more important than a fucking house fire? I'm sure whatever-" Hatsu was then able to shut himself up when Aódh spoke up. It seemed the other male was taking this a lot better than Hatsu was and was more suited for conversation.

Hatsu was already frustrated but he felt that frustration turn more into anger at this Bill person. Maybe he was overthinking this or maybe he was just trying to find someone to be the scapegoat- but it was obvious that this Bill did not know the other female. Hence, the introduction. So it wasn't like Bill was about to tell her that there was some family emergence and she better not be reaching out about a car's extended warranty. Hatsu resorted to actually biting his tongue and it took a few seconds before he was able to pry his gaze from the stranger and back at the window. If looks could kill Bill would have been fucked.

 

[Thropian]

Edwight
Location: Beds, IVs, and Confusion. Back in the mountain?
Tags: AsherMasher , Silver- , Rhyme , KodakWolf , Britt-21 ​

Wrapped as he was in intangible fear, Edwight did they only thing they could. They attempted to spread their senses out, to search for the source of the fear and anxiety, to find what could frighten the spirits.

It was a mistake.

Whatever was smothering the town felt suddenly as if it was atop him, crushing him, flattening his spirit to the stone. Unable to even lift his senses back into his own body, he could only vaguely watch as his body followed the others. He clung to his own body as it was guided into a truck and driven across town. Amidst the drive, the weight upon his soul lifted, and he'd nearly pulled himself back together when a new force bore down upon him, more sudden, more aggressively. His body was ambling towards town, into the hospital.

At last, within the confines of the clinic, the weight was lifted. So sudden was the freedom the he nearly fell apart again. Here he regained his body, regained his connection to the world. He only partially caught the woman's speech. He held up his hands in what was hopefully a calming motion.

"We're fine. City air, it confuses us. Just need time." He said, and shook his head. "Something here though, in this town. Big spirit. Do you know?"

While questions and answers bounced around, Edwight listened to the call from the sea. It was strange, distant, as though this building physically bared the sound from entering. The town hated magic it seemed, yet had a clinic wrought with it. Did they know? Could normal people feel such things? Surely they couldn't, or else they would not reside in a town so heavy in magic.

 

[Rhyme]

Indy

Location: A safe haven?
Tags: KodakWolf Britt-21 Silver- Thropian Out Of Words AsherMasher

The adrenaline had cleared from her body. She struggled to think, now, and sitting in the rattling truck, back in the shadow of her past, surrounded by the music no one else could hear, she wanted to disappear. Her eyes squeezed shut through the ride, body jerking side to side as the truck swerved along the road. She knew what they would be seeing, the tall pines and the smell of sea salt--she didn't want to see it. Didn't want to be reminded of it. Not now.

She was too tired for that. For now.

For now, only the music flooded her brain, the pain in her chest easing, the burning dulled into a soft warmth as the truck rolled to a stop. Indy opened her eyes to see the clinic, the man in front already grappling to open the gate as he left a woman standing in the doorway. Indy glanced at her as she slowly dropped from the truck, waiting to see whether the others needed help getting down. She didn't recognize the woman; for some idiotic reason, she was repeatedly shocked to see unfamiliar faces. As if she had expected Marasong to stay frozen, exactly as she left it, without a single person aging in the years she had been away. Without a single new addition.

The song carried on. Into the clinic, past the woman. The quick mummer about "special ones" was a bolt sent directly into Indy's spine as she tried to mask her shock--hoping the woman meant newcomers--praying nothing could have already given them away. Did they look different?! None of them looked...Okay, well, one of them looked like a warlock from a fantasy movie and Roje just looked...not fuckin' great.

Fuck. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Indy slowly eased onto one of the beds, feeling the fog in her head clear, watching as the vamp holding Roje asked the woman--Marianne, Indy was pretty sure she had overheard the man who left call her that--briskly asked for more blood, as Marianne curtly attempted to clarify the situation. Good luck. Could vampires even take blood through an IV? Somehow, Indy had a feeling this was all about to go downhill fast, though it was hard to panic as she felt air fill her lungs for the first time since she had woken up.

Silence. Goddamn blissful fucking silence as she noticed the song fading, finally, with a few whistful parting lyrics. Indy took a deep breath, appreciating the way her chest--still a bit sore--expanded and fell. A tentative, trembling touch against the pouch on her chest confirmed that the amulet had cooled.

Just in time to hear Marianne mention different beings. Just in time to hear the bearded man mention a big spirit in town. Shit. A goddamn minefield already. Even with her newly cleared head and the sense of calm these sterile, organized rooms supplied, another jab of anxiety stabbed her chest and swelled into a balloon within her throat.

She took another glimpse and her sister and the other vampire, the two blood bags in his hands. Roje was looking absolutely listless, there was no telling how long they had before one of the two of them ripping into those bags like a juice box and gave them away--yet, here was this woman, insinuating that she was experienced with "special visitors." In Marasong harbor.

Carefully, Indy stood from the bed, angling herself between Marianne and her sister. "They're right," she said carefully as she gestured toward the man beside her. Each word that followed was weighed carefully, Indy's eyes never leaving Marianne's as she watched for any sort of reaction. "Lot's of spirit in this town. No different beings though. Not in Marasong."

Not cruel, not accusatory, but testing. Gentle questioning drawn from lectures drilled into her brain among the fields and the soft shade of the gazebo in town: forsake the forsaken and raise the pure, let them be the final vestige of goodness in a world corrupted.

Let Marasong be our last good harbor.

coded by: @s e v e n

 

[OrganicUFO]

Beatrice Welles
Location: Just outside Hatsu's house
With: Larry BillieRoss Out Of Words silverwhere
As the fire continued to rage on, Beatrice found herself swept up with Aódh and a few others in being instructed on how to handle the tarp. She tried to stay focused at the task at hand, but the chaos surrounding the scene was enough to make her head spin. However, Beatrice stuck to what she knew. Beatrice followed Aódh’s lead, as that has served her well so far. However the smell of smoke, the heat of the flames, and the introductions to a series of new names was near overwhelming. The only thing she felt relieved by was that the owner of the house, Hatsu, was safe and it seemed nobody was inside. Countless thoughts swarmed through Beatrice’s head, and to those who couldn’t see inside, she must have looked confused and afraid. However, something, or rather someone, drew her attention.

Beatrice’s eyes shot up and widened soon after Bill touched the tarp. She felt a small jolt of electricity shoot up into her arms, and for a split second her grasp on the tarp faltered. Beatrice was never known for her magic, or recognizing others. However, this feeling was unmistakable. She’d felt it a thousand times before as she watched her family perform elaborate spells, and she herself felt the pull when performing her own magic. There was no doubt in Beatrice’s mind that the woman before her was clearly a witch, and with that came the usual feeling of absolute dread.

Beatrice’s magical abilities were never up to par with her family’s. In fact, she had no idea she was a witch until later in life, having resigned herself to being one of three humans in her bloodline. In a dire situation such as a fire, Beatrice was petrified that this witch, Bill, would expect something of her that she simply could not deliver. Beatrice’s only hope was that her own magical energy was so weak it would be undetectable amidst the chaos, however, she learned that was clearly not the case as Bill pushed towards her.

“Hi, hello, you must be new here, I’m Bill, nice tae meet you, something very urgent just come up, can I borrow you fer a few ticks? Won’t take long, come on now!”
Beatrice was completely struck off guard, and her protests were near invisible as she vaguely nodded and agreed to be dragged away. She looked at Aódh, he seemed upset, but she couldn’t hear anything as her mind screamed that she was going to fuck up once more and let more people down. For the first time in weeks, Beatrice’s mask slipped, and she showed the utter panic she was feeling inside. Beatrice tried to muffle her emotions and regain her composure as she got pulled by Bill further away from her new friend. Finally, Beatrice spoke. “How can I help?”
As the words left her lips, all she could hope is that by some miracle the fire will go out by itself, without Beatrice having to use any magic to help make that happen.

 

[Collidias Rex]

Rawiri Reaves
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Tagging: Larry silverwhere (Present); BillieRoss OrganicUFO (Nearby)

"Fuck a duck!" Wiri growled and scrabbled for support as his foot caught, succeeding in catching the edge of one of the walls he'd punched earlier. He managed to catch himself, but not before ripping a small chunk out of the plasterboard. Though considering how much had already been lost of the top floor, it was a small sacrifice. He wheeled around as he shuffled closer to the window, eyeing the box that had caught his foot. Small, dull, cubic. A safe? The place was full of ash and collapsing debris, so it was impossible to tell if it had fallen out of a wall somewhere or if it had been left in the open.

But it's something surviving, Wiri noted as he considered the state of the upper floor. Shit, he'd like to be able to come out of this with something left unburned and unburied. He knew that Hatsu was, frankly, loaded. The box might have been full of cash, and Hatsu could probably use that considering what had just happened to his house. Wiri tucked the hose under one arm and held it there with one hand, using his free hand to scoop up the safe and haul it toward the window. The worst of the fire had been somewhat contained and the place had been doused, but the building was far from safe. He cursed as the ceiling buckled a little, and ash showered from a crack. He didn't want to stay much longer.

"Oi, move out of the way for a second! I've got something coming down!" He leaned out the window as he shouted, returning for a moment to heave the box onto the windowsill. He only gave it a shunt, letting it fall short of the gathered folks below. Instead, the safe landed squarely on the lawn with a dull thunk. With that out of the way, he slung one leg over the windowsill and straddled it half-in-half-out, aiming the hose in the direction of the blaze and hoping to just saturate the area. His eyes zipped back and forth between the remaining blaze and the buckling roof, snapping back to the roof at every sign of movement. He stayed as long as he could, but one shift of the roof seemed to loose a little too much ash for his liking. That's it. I'm not getting buried here.

"Ready up! Turn off my hose for a second!" He called out the window, slinging his other leg over the the windowsill and easing down. He lowered himself as much as he could so he wouldn't have to fall the whole way, but there was going to be a drop regardless. He pushed off the exterior wall as he let go, sailing back enough to hit the tarp. He landed feet first, which was good - but his backward momentum send him sprawling and falling backward, which was less good. He collapsed backward, hitting the tarp with his feet first and shoulders second as the tarp caught his fall.

"Fuck, ow!" It wasn't a soft landing, but it was far from his worst. Wiri muttered and wiped the sweat from his brow, finding himself staring up at the sky, with a few folks - strangers and familiar faces alike - in his periphery at the edges of the tarp. "Shit, ah! Good job, ta." He muttered and scrambled to his feet and re-collected the hose, signalling for it to start again. He couldn't risk being inside the building any more, but he could at least point it through the open window from the ground floor and hope for the best.

He took up his hose again from the much safer position outside, scanning the gathered parties for a moment before settling his gaze on Hatsu. He nodded a head to the safe, maintaining eye contact. "Sorry, bud. It ain't much, but I got something out of there." With that, he glanced to the less familiar face, and gave the hose a shake. "Oi mate, I know you just caught me but my arms are fucking killing me. Can you take over on the hose?"

 

[KodakWolf]

Leif Hjalkarssen
Location: Marasong Health Local
Tags: Out Of Words Britt-21 Rhyme Silver- Thropian AsherMasher ​

Just the sight of the blood bags being passed from hand to hand until Marianne passed them on to him was enough to drown out all the stress and obsessive thoughts that'd been swirling into his mind the whole time. Find shade, find blood. He hadn't really paid a lot of attention to anything else until then, (except for whatever it was that happened just outside the clinic) and now that he had both blood and shade, it was like everything else around, everything and everyone that'd been so blurry and unimportant, was coming into focus.

He was still collecting his thoughts when he reached for the blood bags almost hesitantly, all the urgency that'd been present in his voice, eyes and stance suddenly gone. Eyes moved from the bags to look up at the woman, Marianne (he even remembered her name now), as he actually saw her for the first time. And paid attention to her scent. Just fucking ocean, for a change. Something in her blood reminded him of the man who'd lended them the truck, perhaps they were related or something, Leif couldn't be sure. Either way, she wasn't a threat. Everything about the place they were in was sort of calming, and it was clear Marianne was aware they weren't just humans, and it also seemed like she was experienced with freaks like them busting into her clinic. He nodded at the woman, and muttered a thank you before stepping away from her to place Roje on one of the beds. Still, he could now easily sense the tension emanating from some in their group behind him. What came from Indigo, especially, concerned him. She was familiar with the place, and if her heart was still racing, what did that mean?

It was that thought that stopped him from immediately offering Roje the bags. After sitting her on one of the beds, back against a wall, he paused for a moment, listening, thoughts racing, although now in an organized fashion. Then Marianne confirmed what he instinctively kind of knew, that the clinic was safe and that they were experienced with supernaturals. Sure, that could still be a lie, but they didn't have forever to figure that out before Roje's state deteriorated even further, and a decision had to be made. None of the others seemed to be in need of urgent care, so it'd have to be up to him to make the decision to say 'fuck it' and stop pretending to be what they weren't. If someone still wanted to pretend, they better figure out how to do it while Roje drank from a bloodbag in the background.

Leif tore the plastic with his teeth at about the same time he heard the other man in their group talk some nonsense about spirits. Great, now he wouldn't be the sole one blamed for revealing the truth. He placed the bag in Roje's hands, but didn't let it go, as the woman didn't seem able to hold it by herself. Instead, he guided her hands and the bag to her mouth, forcing it open if need be, something made slightly easier by the fact that the scent of the blood seemed to have wakened up her senses somewhat.

"Might need clean shirts." He spoke out loud to Marianne, not turning to look at those behind them. There was some spilling, as Roje was still trembling, and it wouldn't be nice to stroll around town with bloodstained clothes. Indigo was still trying to keep the act. Sorry.

 

[Britt-21]

Tags: Out Of Words KodakWolf Rhyme AsherMasher Silver- Thropian

Roje continued to tremble, her hands clenching even harder onto the other Vampire's shirt. She needed blood, she wanted blood. Though the chances of her lunging at someone were slimmer than before, only because Leif had tightened his grip on her to prevent further actions. There was not much she could do in this situation, between the agonizing pain, the trembling, and the hunger, it was all about to add up to something not like Roje if it hadn't been tamed soon. Movement ensued, and the brunette opened her hazel eyes, taking in her surroundings some more. They were no longer in the sun, but in a room with lights (That didn't make her want to die of a killer headache). It didn't take long for Roje to take a look at a female who approached with blood bags and handed them over. Food. Food was here. With little to no energy, she couldnt go on and just munch down on that girls wrist. That disappointed her the most as Leif brought her to the bed, putting her down, tearing open one of the bags, and helping her to eat.

The scent itself was fantastic and already started to quench her thirst as she began to drink with the help of Leif. As much as she wanted to just straight up down the blood, she knew if she had done that, there would be more wearing than there would be eating. So, Roje drank, her senses starting to revive, her hearing coming back, the strength to actually move finally kicked in. Though her shaking had remained, though died down little by little. Holy fuck I can actually function again. the vampire thought, that excruciating pain no longer being an issue as the blood began to fill her up. What the hell caused me to be so damn hungry but not the rest of the group? Out of everyone, it had to be me who suffered the worst. it took her just a short amount of time to finish the first bag. With enough out of the bag, she took it from him and began to fold it, and pinch the plastic between her pointer and thumb, only to drag them up and push whatever blood was leftover in it. Of course, not without the help of sucking too.

Putting it to the side, she took the second bag from Leif and bit down into it while squeezing just to get as much flow as she could. Though, while doing this, she looked at Leif who spoke up about shirts to the woman in the room. Damn does it feel good to hear. a thought that she never thought, would cross her mind. Despite her extreme hunger, she pulled her mouth off the bag and looked down at her shirt, which obviously had some darker spots due to the blood dripping down "That would be a good idea..." she said softly, her throat still rough and regaining hydration. Her hazel eyes shifted back to Leif and she spoke again "Thanks..." with that said, she bit into the bag where she did before once again, continuing her snack while looking at the rest of the group. Everyone was together, everyone was in one piece as well.

Indy mentioned spirits and thats what caused Roje to raise an eyebrow. If that was the case, wouldn't she be able to see them? Hell, even hear them? So many questions, not enough answers...As it's been for the past...however long it's been. She remained sitting where she was, noticing that Leif was deep in thought, causing her eyebrows to furrow. I wonder what he's thinking. taking her one hand, she flicked him on the forehead to see if he would respond.​

 

[KodakWolf]

Riley Adler / Boy
Location: Being stalked
Tags: Out Of Words ​

Boy didn't expect Augie to be waiting for him in his little rock cave, but there was still that bit of disappointment when the dog confirmed he really wasn't, crushing a distant bit of hope he still had. Still, it didn't dampen the sense of relief that flooded in when the dog finally found himself within the rock walls, with the familiar scent of his blankets and toys all around him. Just because he was really stressed, he crawled through the narrow tunnel and into his safe room, curling up on top of a pile of blankets left by Augie in a corner, panting for several minutes until bit by bit he calmed down. He still worried about Augie, but it was still too soon to assume something horrible had happened to him. Live the present, Boy had to keep reminding himself whenever Augie popped into his mind, and he managed to simmer down. After a bit of time, he even left the blanket pile to lap up some water.

It was when he was just done drinking some that an awfully familiar scent struck him, and it wasn't Augie's. He even tried to convince himself it was Augie's scent, being in the cave and all, but a dog just couldn't mistake that deep, old oceanic scent for Augie's seadog scent. Especially when it was so strong, very much like Marius was inside the cave. Sure, the old man seemed nice, but he smelled weird, at least unusual, and why in the world would he follow Boy into his cave? What was even stranger was the lack of any sounds, as if Marius had just floated into the cave like a ghost or something, although Boy was pretty sure he was alive the last time he was around the man. Had he died, and now came back to haunt... a stray dog? Boy got up and anxiously shook his whole body. He wasn't sure what to do, so at first he waited, hoping some sort of noise would clarifyt what was going on.

There was no sound but that of the wind and the waves in the distance. And the scent was strong, and it had magic in it. Boy wondered whether it'd been that magic that he'd picked up at Tilly's cafe. Perhaps Marius had been the source of it, and Boy just hadn't been able to pinpoint it among that strong scent of bacon and sausages, and then smoke. Another minute of silence, and the dog felt bold enough to venture out of his safe room, always moving slowly, always very careful. He trusted his nose a lot, but he also trusted his ears, so he listened closely for any presences. If he heard anything inside the main chamber, he'd back off quietly, but if he didn't, he'd step outside the cave to try to investigate. Sure, he could tell at this point that Marius was anything but human,but that didn't necessarily mean he was a threat. Take Augie, for instance. And besides, if the man had really tracked him this far, it was a matter of time before he found his cave. Perhaps it'd be safer if Boy stepped out, then he could keep his little hideout a secret for longer. Would probably be better than being cornered inside by some unknown creature that might very well be able to crawl into his secret room and dine him.

 

[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Into the Ocean​

There wasn't anything or anyone in the actual cave with Boy. The scent was strong, but decidedly bolder the closer Riley moved to the entrance. Riley was pretty good at discerning a lot of information with his smell and his hearing, both having adjusted for the shifter's blindness. Listening closely allowed the dog to hear what sounded like footsteps in the sand.

It was a slow, shuffling type of gait, the sand shifting to make way for each step. The steps weren't coming near his hiding spot, but it had already passed by, headed toward the East, whereas the town itself was West. The only thing toward the East, according to Augie was 'The Cove', a place Boy had been warned against on more than a couple occasions. Marius, if Boy trusted the scent, seemed to be meandering at a casual pace, casual but steadily Eastward.

Once outside, the dog could hear the sound of the waves along the shore, gentle and rolling in small waves along the beach several yards to the North. There wasn't another scent indicating anyone else in the area, just Boy, Marius, and the ocean.

And Boy's thoughts.




OOC Information

Riley KodakWolf :It's been a hot minute since you can remember hearing this in your head, but like an old friend that doesn't know when to quit, you hear it again. Just a little nagging voice in the back of your mind, your magic whispers. You could easily reach out with it, and 'see' in ways your eyes never could. It feeds on your uncertainty, anxiety, and wraps the quiet offer of help in warm, honey toned whispers.

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Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Do You Feel It?​

Luckily, the people Bill dragged over to the tarp to take Beatrice's place did as told and held the tarp. It was barely a minute or two later when Wiri dropped a small box out the window, and proceeded to fall into the makeshift life net. Those who had been holding it gave smiles and nods as the ranger got to his feet. Angelo gave them instructions to get more hoses or buckets and watch for flying embers until they can get the fire out.

Speaking of getting the fire put out, Aódh was being addressed by the ranger after the small box was handed off to Hastu. "Oi mate, I know you just caught me but my arms are fucking killing me. Can you take over on the hose?" With a small gesture, the fire pump hose was held for Aódh to take.

Meanwhile, Bill and Beatrice manage to get a little further away, with Aódh's attention directed elsewhere for the moment. As Beatrice's expression shows panic, a short gust of wind causes a small flare up, but it is quickly attacked with water from the fire pump's hose. Something about it though seems a little off, the wind was sharp and sudden, then gone in the blink of an eye.

There's still a good bit of the fire eating away at the tasty meal it has found in Hatsu's home.




OOC Information

Hatsu silverwhere :The small fireproof safe box isn't yours, which means it was likely the previous owner, Jim Miller. It is locked, but someone is likely able to open it. It has some scorch marks on the outside, but seems in very good shape otherwise. You begin to get the sensation of being watched again, much like before on the way to the house with Angelo.

Rawiri & Aódh Collidias Rex Larry :The fire is slowly subsiding, but you have to keep at it, or it'll flare up again. Half the roof is gone, portions of two walls have also succumbed to the damage, but the flames are weakening.

Beatrice & Bill OrganicUFO BillieRoss :With the gust of wind, you both can feel a spike in the magic. Untrained, wild and chaotic, prone to emotional highs and lows, it needs direction and guidance. It needs boundaries and limits to properly grow. And not all of it seems to have come from Beatrice.

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A story by Out Of Words​

Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[Out Of Words]

IF DECEMBER FREEZES​

IC Thread - GM Post
Marasong Health Local
Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm​

Marianne looked toward the male speaking about a big spirit, a smile forming on her face. Before she could address it, one of the females took a protective stance and claimed something about no different beings in Marasong. Marianne held the eye contact at first, until slowly her gaze shifted to the scene behind. The one who had to be carried inside, was eagerly drinking from one of the blood bags to the point of causing some to spill.

Marianne raised an eyebrow, and looked back at the protective female of the group. Her 'oh really' expression telling more than her words might. She let the sounds of the woman drinking be the only audio in the room long enough to allow the point to sink home. She knew. "Perhaps, once you leave this room, that is true. However.. in here? You're safe, and your secrets are safe. I only care about treating my patients correctly and properly." Marianne gave a glance to the blood drinker, eyeing how many packs had already been drained. "I'll find some. Do you need more?"

Once she had her answer, she glanced to the first male to answer his question. "And there is a big spirit here, my son. Rawiri. He's a ranger here. There are others, but their secrets aren't mine to tell. Like yours. This one is correct, outside this room, you're just as you appear to be. But here, please let me know if there is more in your group needing attention and care. You look like you've been through a bit of a..."

A knock on the door interrupted whatever she was going to say. She moved to the door and stood in such a way, once it was ajar, the only thing those on the other side could see, would be her. "Yes?"

"Sorry to interrupt." It was the assistant who had brought the blood bags previously. "Sage and Augie are here, asking if you've seen Marius recently?"

"Marius? No, not since his checkup two days ago. Why?" There was just a moment's pause before she quickly added in a quieter tone of voice, "Oh, also I need some of the spare shirts and a couple more blood packs on the down low, please."

"Yes, of course. And they say he took off out of the cafe when the fire bell rang. They're just looking for him. I'll let them know and be just a moment with those supplies."




OOC Information

Everyone in the clinic:The longer the door is held ajar, the greater the chance you begin to hear that lullaby melody again. It worms its way into the back of your mind, like a quiet song you just can't seem to shake. When the door is closed, it'll linger for a minute before ebbing away.

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A story by Out Of Words​

Season One: A Night Bleeds​

 

[BillieRoss]

Bill
Location: By the woods behind the old Miller Place
With: OrganicUFO (with); Larry , @silverwhere, Collidias Rex (in the vague vicinity of)

“There's a fire going on, and, ya see that window? A man could very well come careening out of that thing within the next few moments. So, whatever business you may have with Beatrice, it can be conducted after we know Wiri is safe. Does that seem reasonable enough to you?"

She turned and glared up at the lanky irishman, her face full of burning rage. He was a good bit taller than her, and clearly much physically stronger, but at this point she’d spent most of her life picking fights she probably couldn’t finish. She wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. It probably wasn’t the best introduction, but she felt something rise from deep in her chest, the fury old and familiar. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the way her hair ruffled and flowed in a phantom breeze, or put it down to some kind of cross draft from the fire. She’d been civil and personable and friendly for weeks now, and all at once her patience ran dry.

“Well then, why don’t you turn yer attention back tae the window if yer oh-so worried about the I'm uncultured in the burnin’ building,” she bit out, and wrenched her wrist free, “urgent means urgent where I’m from, Paddy.” The guy standing off to one side had a few choice words for her as well, but she mostly tuned him out, choking back that burned-breakfast hex Murdina had always been partial to. It’d been years since she’d been in a small town. She’d almost forgotten how keen everyone is to get involved in your business.

She dragged Greenwitch (as she’d taken to calling her in her mind) along by the elbow, all but running around the other side of the house and ducking behind the treeline, out of sight.

“How can I help?” Greenwitch asked, sounding just shy of petrified. That threw Bill off a little, being used to the bravado of witches and wizards who were a mite too keen to show off. But considering their introduction and the currently blazing building, she supposed it was fair to be a little rattled. Bill glanced over at her, taking in her stricken expression.

A sudden gust of wind picked up the flames and sent a shower of sparks up into the night. Bill turned to the side, whipping around and looking for the source of the breeze. It was magic, as sure as she’d known anything, from someone just as green as her new friend. That was...concerning. If the fire was magic, or even vaguely magically aligned, she wasn't sure whether or not mundane water would be enough to stop it. Bill paused for half a second, glancing around for anyone who seemed suspicious. Or more suspicious than her, at the very least. But it was dark, and the fire looked to be past its apex, and she was chomping at the bit for her first chance to cast a proper spell since getting here, so she let it slide. Whatever other magical thing was out there, she could track down later. There was a twinned spell to cast. Part of her was thrilled.

“Well, what d’ye think we could get away with, considering?” She asked, and rattled on without waiting for an answer, “How long ha’ you been here? Disnae matter, you must’ve felt the need for secrecy, aye? Not just me? So I dinnae think we could just spontaneously suffocate the flames. Yer green as well, and a spell like that takes a lot out of you, especially given there's only two of us - I'm used to about seven - so we might have to settle for a wee downpour, or d’you think it’s too suspicious?” Again, without waiting for an answer, Bill glanced up at the sky, sucking on her teeth. She was about to offer another solution when she heard the fireman land in the tarp and chatter vaguely to whoever was around, giving vague orders about a firehose. “D'ye think they’ve got it covered? If they're on top of it, we might be able to repair a wee bit of the damage, without being noticed. Put the roof back up, steady the load bearing walls, but I'm also no' willing tae take any chances with a mundane fire, especially if it's not actually mundane, if y'understand my meaning, aye?" I don't know how long you could manage to hold up a house, she doesn't say. "I reckon we bring a spot of rain now, and then in a few nights we can come back at the witching hour and see what we can repair if it still looks dire. Good thinking, Greenwitch. Good plan.”

She glanced to the side, looking at the slightly shellshocked expression on Greenwitch’s face, and bit back a tut of frustration. She could berate her later for panicking at a time like this. “Look, just repeat after me, you’ll be alright.” That did mean she’d need to do the incantation in the more well-known Latin, rather than the comfortable old language her Gran had taught her, but it’d work just the same. She held out her right hand, trying her best to look non threatening, smile encouragingly, all that horseshite. In the orange light of the fire, the angle of her grin was just this side of manic. “Trust me.”

Bill reached into her coat with her other hand and pulled out a straight, pale, slightly gnarled bit of wood. Old habits die hard, and even though she’d not had much use of it recently, she still carried her wand wherever she went. Easy as breathing, she settled into a side-on stance, sensing the leyline beneath her feet. She looked upwards into the slightly cloudy night and pointed her wand at the sky. “It’s been a while, but the incantation is….ah, fuck-“ she squeezed her eyes shut and focused. “D…Dabo par-ah! ‘Dabo pluviam, per nomina matres. In the names of the Old Mothers, I bring forth rain.’ You got that, aye?”

 

[KodakWolf]

Leif Hjalkarssen
Location: Skyrim?!
Tags: Out Of Words Britt-21 Rhyme Silver- Thropian AsherMasher ​

Thankfully, the blood worked. Starvation was probably all that was wrong with Roje, as upon draining the packs the trembling subsided, and she seemed to regain overall control over her body, so one less thing to worry about. He didn't know just how many she'd need, and while he was really not fond of blood inside plastic bags, he might need them too, at least until they familiarized themselves with the place better, so when Marianne asked if they needed any more, he nodded. "Yes, please." Then to Roje, when she thanked him. "No problem."

Once Roje seemed stable enough, Leif turned around to face the group again, moving to sit near the end of the bed. Marianne was saying the ranger was a spirit, which made Leif frown and rub at his temples, the headache lighter but still present. So they had a spirit's truck. Great. Their chances of driving away in it were slimmer than ever now. On the other side, it did seem like they ran into the best people they could have upon being teleported into that place. If the town was as hostile to supernaturals as Indigo made it sound like, they'd apparently found safe haven, or so Marianne made it seem.

That meant that was probably their best chance of asking questions. She mentioned others - was it common for people to be teleported there? Or would she look at them like they're crazy if they told her how they just appeared in the forest? And why wasn't everyone there? The knock on the door interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up to it, watching as Marianne answered and strategically positioned herself to prevent them from seeing who was interrupting.

It was the same assistant from before, and Leif's attention moved to focus on a strange, barely audible humming sound that progressively developed into some sort of melody. It had to be coming from the other side of the door, as it wasn't there before Marianne opened it, but there was something to it that made it different from just any sound being played on a speaker in another room, as it seemed to also be inside his head. He snapped back to attention the very moment he heard the word 'Sage', and it was as if the melody was gone, or he just could no longer notice it among the tension and the sounds of his own speeding heartbeat.

Sage was there, the minotaur? That had to mean what Leif thought it meant. The name Augie he remembered too, although he couldn't connect a face to it. Augie lived in the small village by the water, he did something with pelts. A small village by the water, much like a small town by the water, only... a different time, maybe? But Sage wasn't there, was he? He was in that mountain in Ecuador. Or maybe he was, too. Either way, the mention of familiar names made Leif grit his teeth and grap the edges of the bed he was sitting on, knuckles turning white as he waited impatiently for Marianne to dismiss the assistant.

Heart racing, he tried to formulate the right questions, but there was also a dreadful feeling creeping in, one caused by the thought that perhaps they hadn't returned home from that village in ancient times. Perhaps they'd just jumped into yet another timeline, yet another universe. Perhaps those familiar names had different lives here, and wouldn't even know them. Or maybe, upon being teleported, they'd taken possession of bodies that weren't theirs yet again, although Leif was still not sure if that'd ever happened to him once, let alone twice. He was staring blankly at Marianne's back while shes poke, mind racing, but eyes shot to hers the moment she turned around. While he instinctively also wanted to shoot a glance at the others and assess their reactions to the names spoken, he wittingly resisted, as if part of him feared their reactions might stop him from seeking the answers he was maybe so close to getting.

"Where... where are Chase and Turid?" His tone was quiet, but loud enough for her to listen, and carried a sense of urgency similar to the one he used when requesting the blood for Roje, eyes fixated on hers, although this time there was no hidden threat, no intention to strike if he wasn't given what he asked for, instead what they conveyed was a plea.

 

[Larry]

Aódh McFaol
Location: Just outside Hatsu's house.
Mood: Beaming at being a fireman.
Interactions/Mentions: OrganicUFO | Collidias Rex | Out Of Words | BillieRoss | silverwhere .​

The Irishman was surprised at how vehemently Bill had rid herself of his grip, and even more surprised at the ease at which she cursed; it was like listening to his uncle, Dave, given how quick the two of them were to throw out profanities. Another round of criticism came hurtling towards the newcomer from a frustrated figure, lambasting her for wishing to whisk someone away whilst a fire was still engulfing the house. Given the frustration in his voice, and how indignant he sounded upon hearing Bill's suggestion, Aódh assumed that this man was Hatsu, the owner of the currently ablaze house. Through muttering, amongst the general clamour of all the people at the scene, the name 'Hatsu' was thrown around, with a ruthful connotation attached it, since if the chatting were to be believed, the young man had only bought the house. The thought caused a dour look to grip Aódh's face; he could only imagine how heart-breaking it would be, having bought a house, to see it aflame only a few days after having purchased it. The feeling of pity for Hatsu that tugged at his feelings only served to incense the Irishman, feeling a renewed annoyance at Bill's selfishness. As he was about to reprimand the troublemaker for a second, more stern time, he turned, hearing Wiri the Ranger's voice ringing out from the second floor of the building. He warned them that he was throwing something out of the window, and, to substantiate this, he pushed a metal box he had shifted on to the windowsill over, which landed on the garden situated at the front of the house.

Then, having ordered the hose to be turned off, Aódh found his senses going into overdrive as Wiri placed one of his legs over and out the window, dangling precariously. Then, as he situated himself to leap, the Irishman, alongside all the other people bearing the tarp, readied themselves. Wiri thence leaped off the windowsill and the sight of him hanging in the air almost distracted Aódh from the task of hand, but as shown, he relaxed the tarp and when the ranger had landed, all the people tauted the tarp again so that he didn't simply collide with the ground. A pained exclamation was roused out of Wiri but that he didn't seem too badly hurt was a welcome sight for all those who held the tarp. Aódh sat down on the ground now that Wiri was safe, watching at the tarp was folded amongst the other members and stored away, the folders being promptly re-deployed to other tasks. Having taken in a bit of air, Aódh steeled himself to deliver another reproof to Bill, since Beatrice, despite the distraction, did a great job in making sure that Wiri ended up as safe as he possibly could. As he was about to do so, he felt a big hand latch onto his shoulder, and turning around, realised it was Wiri, who asked him whether the Irishman would take over the hose, since the ranger was quite tired.

"U-um, that'd be no bother, no," he replied, his ready assent belying the nervousness he was feeling as the ranger plopped the hose into his hand.

Turning to face the house, Aódh was warned by the people that supplied the hose with water, that even though the flames were subsiding, a sudden blore might cause them to alight again: therefore he needed to quell them. Gulping, the young man gave the indication for the water to be pumped, and pumped it was, so much so that the force caught the Irishman off-guard and a beam of water lashed against the exterior wall of the house before Aódh got it under control. A flurry of apologies were let out by the young man, with those he said sorry to taking no mind of the mistake but encouraged him to keep focused on the task at hand. Calming himself, Aódh let a slight seepage of his lupine power out, causing his eyes to flash an electric blue for a brief moment; his grip on the hose tightened and he thusly aimed the jet of water through the window that Wiri had jumped out from.

The young man was well-pleased: how many times in your life are you able to imitate Fireman Sam?

 

[OrganicUFO]

Beatrice Welles
Location: By the woods behind the old Miller Place
With: BillieRoss (interacting); Larry (mentions)

Beatrice stared at Bill, both in horror at the rudeness of her words towards Aódh and at the fact that she was being asked to meddle in human affairs. All Beatrice could do was listen, eyes wide. The stress of the situation was near crushing. There was so much at stake Beatrice could hardly believe it. Before she could compose herself, a gust of wind struck. It made Beatrice nearly jump, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She knew it was magical, and she knew she was partly the cause of it. However the fact that it was only partly worried her. How much magic was she surrounded by, exactly? Had she really come all this way just to be faced with more chaos?

However, before she could say anything really, Bill started talking, and really wouldn’t stop. Beatrice simply nodded along, trying to keep up. Make a rain shower… come back later to fix things up if she can… how long she had been there… all of it spun through Beatrice’s head. When Bill pulled out a wand she all but had a heart attack. This witch really didn’t care if people knew, did she? However, Beatrice tried to remain calm as the flames continued to engulf the house.

Suddenly Bill’s words snapped Beatrice back to reality.
“Look, just repeat after me, you’ll be alright. Trust me.”
Beatrice looked at the witch. really looked at her. She noticed the scars on her face and the determination in her eyes. It helped spark a fire of confidence in Beatrice. She could do this. As long as Bill knew Latin she would be fine.
“It’s been a while, but the incantation is….ah, fuck-“ Bill squeezed her eyes shut and focused. “D…Dabo par-ah! ‘Dabo pluviam, per nomina matres. In the names of the Old Mothers, I bring forth rain.’ You got that, aye?”
Beatrice nodded as Bill spoke the spell.
“I do.” she said.
While Beatrice didn’t know much Latin, this was at least something she’d done before, with the only small deviances being the Yiddish twists her family would make. Beatrice knew she really couldn’t help much. But not much is better than not at all, so Beatrice fished around in her bag until she came across her wand. She figured if Bill had done so she might as well too.

Beatrice looked up at Bill and held her wand as tightly as possible. It was a horribly beaten up thing. A hand-me-down from her sister in fact. The wand was chipped and cracked, and flowed with magic that was only partially compatible with Beatrice’s. She had been meaning to create one herself. Fine tuned to her own powers. However, what stopped her was time, patience, and the fact that nothing really felt quite right. So for now she stuck with her sister’s wand. Waiting for something better to come her way.


Beatrice takes a deep breath and works to channel her magic. As she does so, she feels the familiar flow, and the ends of her hair begin to blow unnaturally around her, fortunately with the chaos around, as long as nobody looked too hard it would just seem like she was caught in an odd breeze. Beatrice then extends a hand out to Bill, and tries to summon the fake confidence she’s so good at. It only works a little.
“I’m ready.” She says, only half confident.

 

[silverwhere]

Hatsu Black
Location: Whats left of a house and a fire
Tags: Out Of Words Larry OrganicUFO BillieRoss Collidias Rex
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What Bill did not know what that Hatsu was sending silent hexes of his own as he watched the window for any signs of a 'human' jumping out. Luckily, Hatsu didn't possess any magical powers. Otherwises, a she'd be curses with an entirety of just getting comfortable on the couch before realizing she forgot the remote and only to find out that the remote batteries were dead. He bite his tongue as he heard her ring out harsh words at Aódh and he couldn't help but wish that she'd stub her toe later today and spill her drink on herself while doing so. Hatsu didn't know Bill was trying to find a way to put out the fire with the help of Beatrice- all he knew was that she was taking a helping hand out and wasn't doing much herself as the two rushed out of sight. What he deemed a selfish act but couldn't help but note that it was also pretty selfish of him for also wanting her to help. However, that feeling didn't last for long he was still bitter and pissed.

He had barely heard Wiri yell a warning, he was too busy cursing Bill, before he saw the silver box being flung out the window. At first he had thought it was Wiri who had made a nose dive out of the window- afterall he really wasn't paying the best attention he was more so just staring at the window then putting thought into what was going on. Thankfully, Wiri had a good aim and did not instantly kill Hatsu with a headshot. Then again if he had Hatsu wouldn't have to figure out how to fix a house after a fire. He let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding before he realized that Wiri was now jumping out the window. Hatsu was not made for physical work. He had a silver spoon in his mouth when he popped into existence- so he heaved forward a bit as Wiri made it back to safety and had to dig his feet into the ground to prevent himself from also being pulled forwarded and into the tarp.

"Sorry, bud. It ain't much, but I got something out of there." Wiri had said to him as he nodded towards the safe. Hatsu had to turn to look at it and didn't really know how to respond. He hadn't move much of his own personal belongings in. Whatever was in the safe belonged to Mr. Miller who was dead and had no next of kin...Hence why he was able to get the house. However whatever was left in the house was now his- and this mystery safe was in the house. He really wasn't sure what was in it- he was certain that Angelo and the rest of the townsfolk would have took anything of value or want out before Hatsu could get his hands on it. Maybe it was empty or maybe it wasn't. "Right thanks." Hatsu responded with a half hearted thumbs up. At this point his anger had worn off and he was just tired of the whole situation and he was more than certain that this wasn't going to be the end of it, "I'll treat yall out for dinner or something." Hatsu added without a half wave to Wiri and Aódh as he went to inspect the safe. He'd worried about the downside of socializing later either way he had to thank Wiri for the help and he was certain that Bill wasn't going to be apologizing so he'd be the grown up and do it for her. At this point, he really couldn't do much about the fire and his curiosity was now focused on this locked box.

Once again, the hairs of his neck stood on edge as he turned to look into the woods. He swore something was watching him and part of him wished it was Boy- but Boy couldn't have been watching. Boy can't really watch much without sight after all. He stared into the woods for a bit as he crouched over the silver box to see what kind of damage he could do to it. He felt the that the safe was still fairly warm from the fire and it was heavier than he expected as he went to flip it. Hatsu however felt uneasy and on edge- was this from the fire or what was watching him? He once again tried to sneak a peek out to see if he could catch whatever it is watching him.

 

[Silver-]

Silver Blackwood
Tags: Out Of Words | Mentions: Britt-21 Thropian KodakWolf Rhyme | Location: Marasong Health Local


When Marianne’s forthright question was given no answer by most of them, a bit of concealed irritation or perhaps some benign annoyance at not being believed, felt like it was coming off the medicinal woman in some short waves. The way that this place appeared to shut out the outside world only seemed to emphasize the sea of emotions and reactions that those within its walls were feeling. Silver couldn’t help but shift her weight from foot to foot for a moment as she studied their current situation in silence.

On one hand, the blonde vampire was literally feeding Roje blood after having sat her down on one of the beds and Edwin—who was increasingly looking like he needed a second to just sit down—spoke of big spirits in town. Marianne was simply trying to do her job from what it looked like on the surface, but the way she’d muttered that they were ‘special ones’ had put Silver on edge as much as it had Indy by the way she was now trying to cover up Edwin’s words. It’s probably no use, even Marianne is using her authority to get the things she needs for us. Nobody else seems to be asking questions about why she brought six people to the back of their clinic. Crossing her arms, Silver took a moment to scour the pale scars laden along them listlessly whilst trying to figure out whether or she could even say something.

Her eyes snapped up to Marianne when she confirmed Edwin’s thoughts but the spirit itself hadn’t been unfamiliar. Wiri?Images of his various saltwater bottles strewn throughout the cabin of his truck struck her thoughts along with how he seemed to carry the scent of the sea itself, as if it emanated from within him. Silver opened her mouth to speak, wanting to know if maybe he was someone in this town they could confide in aside from Indy’s mother, but she tightened her jaw to a close when another person interjected. Another familiar name was uttered but this time it made no sense. The Sage she knew was a Minotaur. How coincidental would it be for her to run into another Sage in an entirely different town? Considering they’d been thrust through different dimensions, she recalled, it wasn’t entirely improbable.

Marius. Something told her that the older gentleman standing beneath the shade of that tree in front of the clinic had been no sort of coincidence, nor were these confrontations with similar humans and/or beings. “Marianne..,” she murmured after the exchange had subsided, “is Marius an older gentleman with white hair and stark, blue eyes?” Silver was still unsure about how to answer the woman’s initial first question directed towards them all but in a way, she took Indy’s side in that they should remain wary of others no matter whether their intentions were good. Perhaps if they learned more of others in this town such as Wiri, then they could all get a better handle on what they would be dealing with in this supernaturally-suppressed place.

 

[KodakWolf]

Riley Adler / Boy
Location: Following 'Marius'
Tags: Out Of Words ​

Tail wagged briefly when Boy realized no one was creeping into his cave. So Marius had to be outside, which was quickly confirmed by the sound of shuffling footsteps in the sand. He'd passed by the entrance and was heading East, which made the dog a lot more comfotable investigating than if the man had actually been inside his cave. That would have been scary.

Apprehension gave way to curiosity, and even a pinch of worry. Augie had warned him against heading East, where a placce called 'The Cove' was. It didn't make sense to verbally warn a dog like that, but thankfully Boy wasn't just a dog, so he abided. So far, at least. There were two possible reasons Marius was heading that way: one was the man didn't know it, and was maybe disoriented. The other being that he was well aware of it, and was going there intentionally. Now, from Boy's previous experience with Marius, the man didn't seem all that lucid, so it was more likely that he was lost and confused after the stress in the cafe. Boy was certainly confused himself for a while afterwards.

He just couldn't let an elderly man get lost like that without doing anything about it. He'd even been nice to him in the cafe! The dog started following the sound of the shuffling steps at a casual trot. There was no one else around, and all he heard was the calming sound of the waves, his steps, and Marius' steps a bit forward. He got closer to Marius, but didn't sprint to try to catch up with the man, the reason being that he wasn't really sure what to do if the did. Should he bark, try pull Marius back toward town? Or just follow him and make sure he didn't enter the woods or the water? Deeper still, there was also the fact that Marius wasn't human, and perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn't lost, and the thought made Boy nervous. If that was the case, perhaps it wouldn't be as safe to try to intervene, or even to follow him. So Boy made sure to keep a bit of a distance.

Besides his thoughts, something else whispered in his mind after a short time trotting along the beach. Something that came from him, but that wasn't him. He knew what it was, it was magic. That which'd given him so much, and taken so much alike, which'd lied dormant for so long, now offered a helping hand, awakened by his helplessness as he was, just a dog. He'd been just a dog for so long now, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be more. Not forgotten, he'd never forget, but he'd moved on, adapted to life without the costly perks of dark magic. But the situation he was in, that was not fit for 'just a dog'. 'Just a dog' wouldn't be able to know if Marius was in need of immediate help, and 'just a dog' would also never know the extent of the danger he was putting himself in by leaving his cave, if Marius wasn't just what he seemed to be. He knew such offers of help were never free of charge, but he'd taken them up before for much less, for reasons so banal. So he accepted it again, hopefully for the last time.

 

[Britt-21]

Rhyme Out Of Words @everyoneelseintheclinicbecauseimtoolazytowriternlmao
As Roje continued to drink from her second bag, when asked about having more from Marianne, she nodded. Two bags was enough to get her rolling again, but not to full strength. After that, those hazel eyes of hers shifted toward the door as she began to hear some sort of lullaby, causing her eyebrows to furrow in confusion. As soon as the door had shut, it stopped just a few seconds after being blocked from said-door. I can't be the only one hearing that, right? instead of asking those around her, she let everyone toss their questions toward the woman who was helping them, hearing more names being thrown around. If anything that she's learned so far, is to gather information from those around: First. While taking in everything she could, she looked over at her sister and leaned over, reaching for her shirt and gently tugging her toward the bed to sit down with her. Though, she wasn't sure if her sister would be comfortable sitting next to someone drinking blood out of a blood bag as if it was a Caprisun.​

 

[Rhyme]

Indy

Location: An apple a day
Tags: KodakWolf Britt-21 Silver- Thropian Out Of Words AsherMasher

The quiet sound of Roje gulping down blood nearly outpaced the pounding in Indy's chest. It should have sent some sort of shiver down her spine, yet she found herself wildly aware of how little such things phased her now--how they would have to phase her again if they were going to manage to keep up appearances. Yet Marianne seemed impossibly genuine, warm eyes meeting Indy's eyes before focusing behind her.

Indy took another small sidestep, praying Roje was adequately blocked from view. Marianne's tellingly skeptical expression. Well. Evidently, their cover was blown. A complete thirty minutes, maybe, counting from their arrival at the petrol station to now. Truly a new record for the books.

That Wiri was a spirit, as well as Marianne perhaps was herself. Indy was baffled, respect and a mild strain of apprehension bubbled in her gut toward the woman in front of her. Beth had taken Indy away in the dead of night as a child at the absolute first indication of her "condition." To think this woman and her son had moved her, remained here--even after understanding the consequences that could befall them.

"You--why," Indy began to mummer, brows pinched together as she took a step toward Marianne only to be interrupted as the door open. Like a splash of cool water, the lullaby hit her at once, its quiet whispering piercing her brain and stabbing a blade of ice through her chest. Fuck. Indy squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head slightly, resisting the temptation to jam her thumbs into her ears, to end it, to eject it from her brain before its tendrils took hold and clogged every vein until she sunk to the ground like a lead balloon.

That's why she nearly missed it--seemingly just another quiet lyric in the song; Augie.

Visions of shaggy hair and soft smiles, eyes bright and warm under the afternoon sun. Laughter. For the first time in so long, in god knew what time, laughter.

It would be easy to say it was impossible, but it wasn't like the guy's name was fucking John Smith. For one other poor fucker to be named Augie in Marasong Harbor of all places--

"Where... where are Chase and Turid?"

Indy's head whipped to the side, eyes opening to watch the other vampire's face as he made his reserved, soft plea. His eyes seemed to bore into Marianne, anchoring her to his gaze. The look of a man trying to not reveal the level of his desperation. Someone lost.

So Augie wasn't the only one left behind. She had seen them, maybe. As they had met, back in that Tolkein pipe dream. At the town hall, each of them had people waiting for them outside. All of them were missing something, someone. Now, those pieces appeared to have followed them--but if they were truly the same people through-and-through, did that mean they had reappeared in the present time before her group did? Could these be some sort of modern copies?

She didn't know--it was getting hard to think again, the longer that goddamn assistant held the door open, foot wedged against the bottom as they chatted, let the music flow inward, let it soak into her brain. Silver was speaking now, her own plea following the vampire's, but Indy couldn't follow--her breaths were starting to feel hollow, the air sucked in through her mouth not making it any farther than her throat before her lungs pushed it back outward. "The door," Indy murmured, taking a step back. "Mind if you just, could you shut it?" So the magical fantasy lullaby bullshit draft doesn't fill the whole goddamn room, please?

She was nearly ready to charge forward and slam it shut herself when a soft pressure tugged her backward by the hem of her shirt. Indy found herself falling backward onto the stiff hospital bed, Roje watching her with appraising eyes as the blood bag leaked a thin trail of blood down her chin and onto her splattered shirt. Indy raked a hand through her hair in relief as she saw the color warming on Roje's face, clarity returning to her gaze. "Hey Dracula," she muttered quietly, one corner of her mouth twitching upward despite herself. "For sanity's sake, I'm going to pretend that's Koolaid."

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