Sorry for all the posts, guys. Plottage demands.

Jun 09, 2009 09:45

[[Ross sits in front of an inkwell, twiddling the quill pen between his fingers.  Caras just provided him with the materials (and with the consent in doing so, his willing participation in the story), and he's itching to begin.

He sets the pen down and fumbles around in his cloak, bringing out a pocket knife.  Carefully, Ross makes a small cut ( Read more... )

itwillbetragedy, raven_author, menschlicherabe, fouettedekraehe

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[1/2] menschlicherabe June 9 2009, 21:39:17 UTC
[[He knew it immediately when the young Drosselmeyer had begun to write. "Knew" was a bit of an understatement, really, as it more or less hit him like an arrowshot. Caras had underestimated the extent of his powers, and more specifically, power over himself. Direly. ...It wouldn't have mattered if he had given him the materials himself or not.

The moment that Drosselmeyer decided to write about the Raven, he was but a puppet in his hands.

Even as he was made aware of all that the young man was writing through his magic, he could almost feel it sinking in, the strings of fate winding tighter around him as he felt his story become not his own but an exposition of a familiar writer from a far past time.]]

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[2/2] menschlicherabe June 9 2009, 21:40:22 UTC
[[Scowling in a concentrated mixture of desperate resistance and tihgtly bridled rage, he strode almost too indifferently through the catacombs, attempting to impede his own forced search for his human form daughter. The words came past his tongue before he could hold them back, and the pained restraint could be heard in his clipped voice.]]

Daughter. Are you here.

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itwillbetragedy June 9 2009, 21:55:31 UTC
[[Ross hears Caras's call and smiles. He rolls the paper up and sticks it in his pocket coat, then calls to the Raven.]]

What are you raising the racket for, Caras? I am attempting to write.

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Think this icon's better; and Ross will have to be a control freak to stop the snarking >:D menschlicherabe June 9 2009, 23:07:52 UTC
[[Even with that story controlling his every move, it could not keep back the furious smirk that broke across his expression.]]

You're already done with your writing, you whiner. I am aware of that much.

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Control freak? That he can do. itwillbetragedy June 9 2009, 23:10:16 UTC
[[Ross takes out the paper, dips the ink again, and scrawles in the margins.]]

...a very taciturn, soft-spoken Darkness, whose years spent cowering from emotion had all but robbed the power of speech from him.

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Invisible Poindexter is invisible raven_author June 9 2009, 22:54:07 UTC
[[Autor wanders in the square outside the church, silently debating whether or not to go in. A few moments ago, he felt something very strongly... as though there were a great convergence of power near this place. He knows well enough that he is no longer welcome in the catacombs, but he can't help but wonder whether something unusual is happening in there...]]

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menschlicherabe June 10 2009, 21:26:36 UTC
[[Abruptly, a crow flies toward him, cawing to get his attention. It drops a rolled-up parchment near his feet, and shapeshifts into a raven's feather quill, drifting down to lie beside it.

[[It is in a sharp, almost harsh handwriting that is yet distinctly elegant. The text reads like a military briefing:
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Below is the Spinner young Drosselmeyer's story. The maiden involved is the Kraehe you love.

((A word-for-word transcript is included here, including the extra line about being without speech))

If you wish to free her, you must use your powers as a Spinner, and avoid being affected by his. Approach the catacombs without being detected and write swiftly.

Do NOT rush in. Spinning is your only effective weapon here, and with any luck you retain the element of surprise.

Until you interfere, I will be unable to stop this. If you are careless, then neither will you.
---

It has no signature. There was apparently no need for one.]]

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raven_author June 10 2009, 21:31:50 UTC
[[Autor's eyes go wide as he quickly reads the story, particularly the bit about Rue's will dissolving. Then he bends down and picks up the quill, holding it more like a dagger than a writing utensil. He's beyond livid now.

Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, he stabs the nib of the quill into his left hand, scribbling a sentence fiercely in his own blood.]]

But at that moment, the Darkness, desperate to save his daughter from an unwilling marriage, found it within his power to speak freely...

[[And he takes off toward the catacombs. Hopefully Caras will be able to delay the proceedings long enough for him to get inside without being detected.]]

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itwillbetragedy June 10 2009, 21:50:29 UTC
[[Without warning, Ross's control slips. He grasps Rue's hand tightly, breathing in and out. Some on else is trying to take his characters from him. Slowly, he bows to Rue, drops her hand, and sits back down.]]

Dale, dearest, a second before the vows. There's something I must do.

[[He closes his eyes, puts his pen to the paper, and sees the scene in his head, including the person running through the catacombs, pen and paper in hand.]]

Damnit, it's the fanboy.

[[Ross starts to write Caras's dialogue, but the words won't come. He grabs his wrist and pushes down, but only succeeds in slashing across the paper.

Angrily, he turns to the Raven.]]

CARAS! How dare you?

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