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[Open] Elvish Camp Log.

Aug 12, 2011 02:21

Who: Anyone marked for dinner by the elves.
When: August 12th - 13th
Where: The Elvish Camp, in the far mist.
Format: Setup is Action. As for the rest, do what you like.
What: Welcome to Mist Camp. For lunch we're having... you.
Warnings: SEE THE ANSWER TO "WHAT ( Read more... )

lilly rush, stephanie brown, spike, rukia kuchiki, sebastian michaelis, dawn summers, verity kindle, arthur pendragon, nill, priscilla, byakuya kuchiki, lelouch vi britannia, yazoo

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The Cages scorchedevents August 12 2011, 06:24:04 UTC

[A series of cages, a few guards (relatively easily avoided) and you.]

[Start your escape here, talk amongst yourselves, and feel free to use/continue to use the threads long after you actually leave the cages themselves. Use them right through the camp and back into Anatole, if you like.]

supercilious August 12 2011, 06:43:14 UTC

[ Arthur awakes slowly, his head pounding as though he'd drunk his way through a cellar the night before. His limbs feel like cooked ramen, but it only takes a moment of bleariness before his eyes snap open and he starts to struggle upright. ]

[ To make it all the way to standing, Arthur has to use the bars of the cage- he's in a cage - and prop himself up there, staring around with wild eyes. From here he can see the waste yard, and he catalogues what looks simply like a refuse pile with unseeing eyes, still dazed even with adrenaline flooding his system. ]

calamitousnaiad August 12 2011, 07:19:03 UTC

[Verity wakes a moment later, the movement of the wooden cage upon which she is propped jostling her enough to bring her to foggy consciousness. Her limbs feel heavy as she raises her hands to her face, as if her cold fingers against her eyes will ease the pain in her head. Strands of long red hair fall around her face, her intricate coif coming all undone.

She doesn't move at first, trying to remember where she is, how she got here. But all she can recall is walking home late in the evening, turning down a quiet, empty street and then... nothing.]

Arthur?

[Her voice comes out small, uncertain. She blinks, tries to clear her vision. She's fairly sure she didn't fall asleep anywhere near him.]

What's going on?

supercilious August 12 2011, 08:09:38 UTC

[ At the sound of Verity's voice, Arthur looks over. He'd almost missed her slumped there, despite the vivid shock of her hair. She sounds as wrecked as he feels. He takes a step towards her, limbs sluggish, and nearly falls face-first, catching himself with a hiss and setting the cage to rocking again. ]

I don't-

[ His voice rasps and catches. He swallows, clears it, and tries again. ]

I don't know. Just woke up. There's a lot of Mist.

[ This might not be real, is what he seems to be saying. Arthur knows well the hallucinations and visions that deep-level Mist can provide. It had been one of his first experiences here. ]

We're in a cage.

[ He keeps his voice steady. Perhaps next he'll be burnt at the stake by a bunch of angry Natives? That would be delightfully ironic. ]

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The Main Tent scorchedevents August 12 2011, 06:24:36 UTC

[...wait, are those voices? pause if you like. But beware of guards who may linger nearby.]

man: --bringing those creatures into the camp. They are cursed, you know. Cursed... and strong.

woman: Perhaps. But we are stronger. Even now, the mist itself fails to twist our minds and bodies, and our magic remains strong even with the veneficus gone.

man: Still. We should dispose of them quickly. Before they regain their power. Some of them... some of them are monsters.

woman: All the better reason to wipe them from this world.

man: Are you protecting the common man, then? [He chuckles softly.] I find that ironic. The waste yard is full of the corpses of those Anatolians you--

woman: Don't be ridiclous. I'm not thinking of them at all.

man: ...is that a shadow? [He raises his voice.] Guards! Investigate... that. Is there someone outside?

[Oops, you'd better go.]

/creeps girl_unlocking August 12 2011, 11:14:21 UTC

[Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit.

Maybe they didn't hear her at all. it's possible they heard someone else, right?

Right?

But she's ducking back into the shadows of shadows (or is that Mist?) and she's not closing her eyes, no matter how much she wants to. The whispering is bad enough - (Mom is that---)

No. No, Dawnie it's not. It's this place. Fake Mom just like fake Jason, and---

She is so still and quiet just about now. Holding her breath and listening.]

/creeps on the creeper demon_andbutler August 13 2011, 00:27:29 UTC

[Having escaped their immediate fate, Angel and Sebastian had decided some investigation was in order: namely, Angel investigated the other possible victims to in order to save them, and Sebastian investigated... their predicament, in order to understand it. This was all fine by Sebastian, as he had no interest in being a martyr. Being a detective was interesting, and he had experience with it besides ( ... )

/falls over girl_unlocking August 13 2011, 15:04:34 UTC

[Suddenly ALL THE NOISE, EVER. First she's in the air (seriously, what? And even though she didn't speak she kicked and that's noise) and then she's kind of not and GOD SEBASTIAN YOUR ELBOWS ARE LIKE HEINE'S. That hurts, and oh god why are you---]

Mgfnfmn.

[Dirt. In her mouth. But she's not taking the time to spit it out before she is picking him up off the ground and booking it a few feet. There's a broken piece of whatsit out here, and more shadows than she can count.

Hell, it's all shadow.

And Mist.]

No. It's not safe! That's why I-m---

What are you---why are you---

You're all slumpy.

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The Animal Pen scorchedevents August 12 2011, 06:24:59 UTC

[From the shadow, you see a young man-- you believe. Tall and wiry, there is blood trailing down his cheeks from his eyes, from the corners of his mouth. ...he doesn't seem concerned.]

[Behind him walks another young man, bleeding just as profusely.]

[Between them, they carry the corpse of an overweight, nude anatolian man. ]

[Silently, and with no apparent remorse, they toss the corpse into the animal pen and walk away.]

watchonthewall August 15 2011, 01:18:32 UTC

[He's seen nothing like some of these creatures. Even in the stories that old men and women told, tales of wights and White Walkers, there was no mention of some of the creatures in those pens.]

Steady.

[Jon doesn't glance down at the direwolf to know he'll obey the whispered command. Normally he needn't even speak it, but some of the animals are recognizable, the direwolves in particular. Truth be told, Jon could use a moment to steady himself as well. The last thing he remembers is riding out beyond the wall with his brothers. The next thing he remembers is waking up in a cage, feeling slow and sick.]

[He senses an approach, crouches down and grips Longclaw's hilt. But these strange...men(?) don't notice him They just toss the corpse and leave. And Jon knows it's a corpse, doesn't bother to go over and check. He can smell it from there.]

Ghost?

[His eyes go wide when he finds his direwolf gone, vanished as silently and suddenly as his namesake. He returns quickly enough, but with a human hand hanging from his mouth. Jon sighs. ( ... )

atonementsucks August 15 2011, 02:41:40 UTC

[Since separating from Sebastian, Angel had spied quite a few interesting things around the camp. Most of them came in the form of the long, lean captors with weapons like he'd never seen before, and appetites like he unfortunately had. The rest were the Scorched - people he'd seen before, people he... well, he'd seen most of them. Lurking around a lot had that advantage.]

[What he doesn't recognize and certainly didn't expect to see here is a massive white beast lingering near the edge of the camp. If it belonged to the people that brought them here, it looked awfully out of place.]

[His senses are still dulled, so he approaches cautiously.]

samianscar August 16 2011, 00:57:20 UTC

[senses dulled all around, old bean. 'Cause counter-lurking around the last camp's-edge corner, Spike collides straight into Angel.]

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The Waste Yard scorchedevents August 12 2011, 06:25:17 UTC

[At first, it seems to be nothing more than a pile of animal bones - disgusting, but not particularly noteworthy.]

[Then you notice, clothing. Broken down machinery. Pens. Books.]

[That's when you realize that the bones aren't animal at all.]

[They're human.]

Re: The Waste Yard demon_andbutler August 13 2011, 00:56:13 UTC

[So this is where Sebastian and Angel decided to rendezvous to get the hell out of dodge with the other rescued prisoners.

It bears investigating, regardless, in the mean time. He crouches down and begins gingerly poking through the debris.

...Oh. Yes. He does recognise bones of this kind. And so that's why he's going to slip a few of the smaller ones into the lapel pocket of his tailcoat. Evidence is important in the investigation of a crime.

And maybe he'll save one to gnaw on for later.]

atonementsucks August 16 2011, 07:33:28 UTC

[Upon reaching the area, it occurs to Angel that this is kind of a gross rendezvous point. But it isn't nearly as busy as some of the other places around the camp, so it's not a bad place to meet at all in that sense.]

[But still kind of disturbing. And he could really do without the thick smell of blood everywhere.]

[He slips in as quietly as he can (quietly - he's getting better) and sees, thankfully, Sebastian alive. Picking through the remains. Hm. Well, nevermind that for now, he's suddenly right next to you, Sebastian.]

Souvenirs?

The Waste Yard photosbythebed August 14 2011, 23:45:41 UTC

[Her gun? Does not belong on the waste pile tyvm. Grabbing that back right fucking now. And probably using it momentarily.]

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The Common Homes scorchedevents August 12 2011, 06:26:14 UTC

[Dozens of men, women and children mill around this area. Each one bleeds from their eyes. They have pointed ears, lean bodies, and hard, blood streaked mouths. Their eyes are tinged with madness... or something worse.]

[There is a roasting fire here, too, with people lined up or sitting nearby, absorbing its heat and enjoying the scent. They whisper amongst themselves, and laugh. They tell stories.]

[If you listen closely, you might notice that some of their stories sound suspiciously like the circumstances that brought you here. But from the other end.]

[If you look closely, you might notice that the roast is no animal.]