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lfetimewarranty in elegante_log

Woof.

May 22, 2010 20:55

Characters: Open (Tag yourself please)
Location: Deck 04, in front of Carnival, in the passenger hallways, and inside Carnival later.
Date: Present.
Rating: PG-13 for now, though assume Jennifer will get violent.

Once Rfena had informed the others of the plan, she had gone to the front of Carnival to wait for the people to assemble. The key players ( Read more... )

rfena, event, jinx, the rowan, vash the stampede, raoul de chagny, zeke, sabriel, ww!link, remy whitecastle, fight!, marco, open, ironhide

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Outside Carnival lfetimewarranty May 23 2010, 03:55:50 UTC

[Tag here for assemblage.]

Re: Outside Carnival thenotmagician May 23 2010, 03:59:17 UTC

[Zeke is here. Zeke is ready for action.

Time to do this shit]

FINE lfetimewarranty May 23 2010, 04:27:17 UTC

[Rfena nods to Zeke, but doesn't say anything otherwise.]

Outside Carnival unamvirtus May 23 2010, 04:01:49 UTC

[SERIOUS BUSINESS TIME IS A GO.

He still isn't really sure what exactly he's supposed to be doing but dude he can just wing it! That's what true heroes do.]

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MIND MERGE aprimemover May 23 2010, 05:32:37 UTC

"All right. We're starting." The Rowan laid back on her bed. It wasn't the neutral posture reclining couch of a Tower, built to her measure and packed with monitoring gear, but that was the least of the irregularities.

Reaching out to the other telepaths, she gathered them together, drawing Vanyel and Renna into the merge, and then using Vanyel's familiarity with Remy to bolster the telekinetic's mind. Since he had no telepathic gift, he wouldn't be able to feel it, but when he went to call on his abilities, he would find more strength than he would have on his own, drawing from the Rowan's Talent and Renna's latent skill.

The merge, three minds functioning as one, turned its attention to Jennifer, unmistakable as she broadcast her pain and fear to anyone with means to hear it, and gently, subtly, began to smooth away the suspicion it found there.

spock can go suck eggs argos_lost May 23 2010, 05:39:32 UTC

There was the sound of an air raid siren and a series of moments frozen in time. There was the feeling of her heart wrenching sideways in terror when that dreadful, moaning, droning siren began to wail and scream. How Jennifer hated how it echoed off the buildings. It turned London into a place for ghosts, and as she was hurried along by a hand gripping her wrist painfully tight, her eyes were already cast upward for the planes.

The planes.

They were coming.

She had to keep moving.

But what was this? ...

A soothing touch? Whose? It felt a little like Mother's. Jennifer drifted against a wall, and sniffled. Where was Mother? Where was George? There was such a crowd and she wasn't sure she was going to the right shelter...

My mind...to your mind... aprimemover May 23 2010, 05:48:06 UTC

The merge pointed the proper direction to draw Jennifer toward the trap, a cautious suggestion, merely an impulse that this way was better than any other.

This way, Jennifer. This way to safety.

The Rowan ruthlessly quashed a stab of guilt--she wasn't sure if it was hers or came from one of the others. If the girl couldn't be healed, she must at least be prevented from causing more harm.

"She's moving," one of them said into the comms. It didn't matter which. Their will was one.

my sequels... to your sequels... argos_lost May 23 2010, 05:54:26 UTC

That way?

Was that the way?

No, she couldn't go without George. He'd be ever so frightened, and when the streets were bombed he might not find his way home again.

"George," she whimpered, closing her eyes and walking forward, following the feeling. "Georgey, porgey, pudding and pie. Here, boy. Mind me now..."

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