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IC: The Dark Hunt

May 30, 2006 22:20

The light is beginning to fade as evening draws closer, and the paths in the forest are growing shadowed.

Despite this, the gleam of a white cloak can easily be seen moving through the trees and away from the bar.

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Group Four blue_eyed_lord May 31 2006, 04:46:49 UTC

The shade of the leaves, so useful for cutting the fierce glare of the sun in daytime, deepens to concealing shadow as night approaches.

Re: Group Four thedoctorwho June 1 2006, 14:08:52 UTC

The Doctor is just heading back to the TARDIS when he catches a glimpse of white through the trees and surmises who it must belong to.

Conniving and evil people whisking away into the concealment of shadows is never a good sign, and so the Time Lord locks the TARDIS again and slips the key into the cubbyhole over the 'P', just in case. Then, he moves to follow. Quietly, of course -- they're called 'sneakers' for a reason.

Re: Group Four doc_venkman June 1 2006, 20:10:29 UTC

Peter was out back, a little practice with the proton pack on some foam targets. That changed when he noticed something he caught before. And that damn white cloak. He hefted ol' Betsy as he fondly called his thrower, and went to follow as well.

Re: Group Four blue_eyed_lord June 2 2006, 06:59:54 UTC

The white is easily to follow, bright even in the deepening shadows under the trees. The distant figure moves swiftly, intent on some purpose.

One may assume its intent does not have the good of the bar at its heart.

A faint, musical laugh can be heard, its malice carried on the chill evening wind. It is the kind laugh of one who has hurt so many of the bar patrons, delighted in their pain, and smiled as they burn.

Re: Group Four thedoctorwho June 3 2006, 01:03:02 UTC

He looks over and sees the other man also approaching. When he realizes that the man's objective appears to be the same as his, the Doctor gives a nod of greeting and holds a finger to his lips.

Anything that makes that woman happy enough to laugh is clearly something she should not, under any circumstances, be allowed to have.

Re: Group Four doc_venkman June 3 2006, 05:47:37 UTC

Peter gave a nod back. He understood completely. Sneak up on this bitch, and take her down. If they can. A brief wicked grin to his holster, and pack, which likely would look familiar to the Doctor. Got the tools and the talent for the job.

Re: Group Four not_ho_chunk June 6 2006, 06:01:03 UTC

There's a bird perched on a tree branch, watching them more intently than might be expected.

Re: Group Four white_flowers June 6 2006, 07:12:11 UTC

The path ahead of them winds deeper into the trees, twisting like the coils of a serpent through abnormally green grass.

Those who have the ability to sense power might notice the resonance of some Wild Magic ahead in a few places, as though someone had brushed against the edge of a bush, or along the grass, and left traces.

In fact, she has; this part of the trail is laid with blood stolen from Puck, with the iron of the filings used to collect it twisted into a tiny binding.

Piece after piece after piece, stretched out into a fine invisible net across the path ahead of them, while the lure of the Dark floats on the air, as her silver laughter carries to them once more.

Re: Group Four thedoctorwho June 6 2006, 16:45:56 UTC

As they progress deeper into the woods, the light wanes, and the Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver to provide a pale blue light, just enough to make his way by.

It's a trap -- of course it's a trap -- but that doesn't stop him. Traps can be escaped; he's certainly done it enough times. A mind like her is always thinking in terms of traps and ploys. Move and countermove, it's all part of the game. And anything important enough for her to lay traps for is important enough for him to brave them to get it from her.

Re: Group Four doc_venkman June 6 2006, 17:36:21 UTC

Peter knew well about cons and tricks. Charles Venkman's son certainly knew enough about it from his old man. Peter didn't have anything fancier than a flashlight, and the light of his lit up proton pack. That was enough though. His instincts told him how bad an idea it was to do this. And he wanted to listen. Hell yeah. But then Danny's face flickered into his mind, along with his other teammates, his family, his friends, the people in the bar. And that helped steeled his nerve again as he slowly walked, thrower ready.

His eyes flickered briefly toward the bird as they continued, but then faced forward again.

Re: Group Four not_ho_chunk June 6 2006, 18:13:11 UTC

And then it isn't a bird anymore.

"You two be careful."

Re: Group Four white_flowers June 6 2006, 18:33:46 UTC

Jay's shapeshift has placed him to one side of the path, just before the invisibly shimmering net.

Nothing truly noticeable happens ahead, although the air itself thickens slightly with coiling cold chill. Soft whispers seem to echo from the trees on either side of them and just behind-- ghostly voices, murmuring of malice and madness just below ease of clear hearing.

Re: Group Four thedoctorwho June 6 2006, 18:49:42 UTC

"Always am," he says quietly, gazing down the path ahead. "For instance, at this moment, I'm very careful to note that there's some kind of low-level energy field making the hair on the back of my neck stand up."

He fiddles with the gadget in his hand.

"Screwdriver's not detecting anything, so it must be mental or psi-powered."

He moves a few feet to the left, and then a few feet to the right, frowning as he does so.

"Doesn't seem to be a way around that wouldn't take us further off the path than I'd like. So, all righty then."

He starts to step forward, then stops and looks back over his shoulder with a confused and disgusted look.

"Please don't ever tell anyone I said 'all righty'."

Then he crosses the threshold.

Re: Group Four doc_venkman June 6 2006, 23:03:27 UTC

Peter said the same to the guy, with a bit of a smirk, "Hey, I'm the image of caution. Always look before I don't leap." He then realized he was a little loud, and switched to whispering tones.

He briefly switched on the PKE meter, but that was making too much noise as high numbers scrolled across.

"Combination, definitely psi, possibly magic too. Whatever it is, I just want to state. I don't like it." His mental radar was saying about the same, and it was giving him a bit of a headache too.

Peter then approached the threshold, and his instincts shrieked at him to run away. Just get the hell away.

"I better be getting some overtime pay for this," he muttered, and then likewise crossed the threshold.

Re: Group Four not_ho_chunk June 6 2006, 23:27:33 UTC

"Wild magic", Wisakedjak mutters under his breath, and watches very closely to see what happens, not moving from his spot by the path.

He's not a fool, after all.

Re: Group Four white_flowers June 6 2006, 23:54:30 UTC

As the two men cross the boundary, something in the air around them seems to crack as the trap is triggered by their presence.

A bright, soundless flash -- not of light, but of darkness, the photonegative of a camera's bulb firing, and from above and below them a finely-strung net locks into place. Laid and crossed with fairy blood and with iron, set and strengthened with her will, it forms a globe about the Doctor and Venkman -- and then begins to draw tightly around them, trying to drain them of every vestige of power that it can reach.

Evidently someone learned a few tricks by studying Baby's composition during her time in the cells, goodness yes indeed.

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