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pawnstorm2017-01-07 06:10 pm
rememberher) wrote in pawnstorm2017-01-07 06:10 pm
[Open] Don't Lose Your Head!
WHO: Lux and you!
WHEN: Early January
WHERE: Lebedche Lake and generally around Menchik
WHAT: Let's find some clues! Like someone's head apparently we're not here to judge.
RATINGS: PG-13 for now. Things might get violent, so let's slap a cursory warning on this. Also for possible mild-to-moderate gore due to clue type (please let me know if this is not your thing and I will tone it down). Prompt #2 may result in combat, so if that is not something you want we can do something else.
[ It was getting worse.
Ever since finding the woman, or what little was left of her, at the lake, her eyes open in what could only be described as a look of abject horror and disbelief. She was the first to find her, gazing up at the stars near the water's edge like a woman longing for love, what she very likely could have been before all of this. Before what she had seen in her final moments, before...
Before she ended up like that.
The man leading the search party said he had to shout to get Lux's attention when they finally arrived; she lied and told them that she heard them approach, but was listening for signs of an attacker. In actuality, what happened was—
Feathers darker than the darkest night, thick and dusty-smelling, blotting out every star from the sky. The ground, the air, everything coated in a miasmic pitch-blackness that threatened to choke the very light within her. To somehow infect her from the inside out.
Please, someone make it stop. This darkness. Take it away take it far far away.
It haunted her dreams and, as a few days passed, began to seep into the real world. Seeing those feathers floating through the breeze, the brief flickers of darkness... and swans. Graceful birds parading as people, making the gems on her bracelet quietly blink to life. They were behind this, weren't they..? ]
♕ o1. LIKE A WOMAN POSSESSED.
[ She couldn't rest even if she wanted to. The last time she let a clue slip between her fingers...
Merilorn Forest, and the virus.
(Besides, every time she closed her eyes, it felt like she was being strangled. Like something threatened to forcefully snuff out her light.)
So she simply... wouldn't let herself sleep. At least not much. Flitting between the library, the inn and the cafe, she looked harrowed. Still keeping to herself, however, she looked almost too put together; like a porcelain doll put together meticulously by a doll maker, rather than an actual living, breathing person. Tightly wound, so much so that she might— ]
—!
[ SHATTER.
Standing there frozen, porcelain shards from what was a cup and saucer at her feet, a splatter of what looked to be coffee staining both the bottom of her tan-colored skirt and whatever bottoms the person directly in front of her happened to be wearing. the skirt of another woman next to her.
She crouched down then, the small Queen bending at the knees and staring down at the broken cup in disbelief. What just... happened? She was getting a coffee, bringing it to her seat and— ]
I'm sorry, this is so unlike me. Please, let me make it up to you.
[ She smiled up then but... there was something off about it. Worried? Almost fearful? ]
♕ o2. SMOKE AND FEATHERS.
[ Sometime during the day to day, either near the lake or at the outskirts of town, the voice of a certain, usually bright and bubbly Queen broke through. But it doesn't sound as chipper as it usually does. ]
Please, I need your help. This might sound strange, but I need you to dance—
...
[ Her voice not quite frantic but much more frayed than it might normally sound, she stopped abruptly then, the look on her face quickly shifted from relieved to guarded. Her hand, which had been reaching outward, fell to her side as she took a tentative half-step back. Looking both at the person in front of her yet strangely past them, her expression hardened then—pushing off that sudden look of apprehension.
Like she saw something there that wasn't. ]
Ah... Of course, you're here too.
♕ o3. WILDCARD.
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pearlescent! ]
WHEN: Early January
WHERE: Lebedche Lake and generally around Menchik
WHAT: Let's find some clues! Like someone's head apparently we're not here to judge.
RATINGS: PG-13 for now. Things might get violent, so let's slap a cursory warning on this. Also for possible mild-to-moderate gore due to clue type (please let me know if this is not your thing and I will tone it down). Prompt #2 may result in combat, so if that is not something you want we can do something else.
[ It was getting worse.
Ever since finding the woman, or what little was left of her, at the lake, her eyes open in what could only be described as a look of abject horror and disbelief. She was the first to find her, gazing up at the stars near the water's edge like a woman longing for love, what she very likely could have been before all of this. Before what she had seen in her final moments, before...
Before she ended up like that.
The man leading the search party said he had to shout to get Lux's attention when they finally arrived; she lied and told them that she heard them approach, but was listening for signs of an attacker. In actuality, what happened was—
Feathers darker than the darkest night, thick and dusty-smelling, blotting out every star from the sky. The ground, the air, everything coated in a miasmic pitch-blackness that threatened to choke the very light within her. To somehow infect her from the inside out.
Please, someone make it stop. This darkness. Take it away take it far far away.
It haunted her dreams and, as a few days passed, began to seep into the real world. Seeing those feathers floating through the breeze, the brief flickers of darkness... and swans. Graceful birds parading as people, making the gems on her bracelet quietly blink to life. They were behind this, weren't they..? ]
♕ o1. LIKE A WOMAN POSSESSED.
[ She couldn't rest even if she wanted to. The last time she let a clue slip between her fingers...
Merilorn Forest, and the virus.
(Besides, every time she closed her eyes, it felt like she was being strangled. Like something threatened to forcefully snuff out her light.)
So she simply... wouldn't let herself sleep. At least not much. Flitting between the library, the inn and the cafe, she looked harrowed. Still keeping to herself, however, she looked almost too put together; like a porcelain doll put together meticulously by a doll maker, rather than an actual living, breathing person. Tightly wound, so much so that she might— ]
—!
[ SHATTER.
Standing there frozen, porcelain shards from what was a cup and saucer at her feet, a splatter of what looked to be coffee staining both the bottom of her tan-colored skirt and whatever bottoms the person directly in front of her happened to be wearing. the skirt of another woman next to her.
She crouched down then, the small Queen bending at the knees and staring down at the broken cup in disbelief. What just... happened? She was getting a coffee, bringing it to her seat and— ]
I'm sorry, this is so unlike me. Please, let me make it up to you.
[ She smiled up then but... there was something off about it. Worried? Almost fearful? ]
♕ o2. SMOKE AND FEATHERS.
[ Sometime during the day to day, either near the lake or at the outskirts of town, the voice of a certain, usually bright and bubbly Queen broke through. But it doesn't sound as chipper as it usually does. ]
Please, I need your help. This might sound strange, but I need you to dance—
...
[ Her voice not quite frantic but much more frayed than it might normally sound, she stopped abruptly then, the look on her face quickly shifted from relieved to guarded. Her hand, which had been reaching outward, fell to her side as she took a tentative half-step back. Looking both at the person in front of her yet strangely past them, her expression hardened then—pushing off that sudden look of apprehension.
Like she saw something there that wasn't. ]
Ah... Of course, you're here too.
♕ o3. WILDCARD.
[ Come up with your own prompt or combine the two! I'm always up for plotting, hit me up at
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Hm? For you, sure! But how should I—
[ His cheery tone switches to something more confused at the switch in her composure. He looks over his shoulder then back to her. Whatever she's seeing or referring to, he doesn't see it. Hands on hips, he leans forward a bit. ]
Hey, are you okay?
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When he leaned forward, she took a quick, defensive step back, a hand reflexively gripping at the hilt of her sword. ]
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...There's need to draw that sword, okay?
[ He doesn't need violence or threats to push him to do something like this. He takes a few steps back while dead on at Lux's listless eyes, then takes his steps into a dance. A good sense of rhythm and a clear memory of a melody in his head make this easier despite the tense and tired atmosphere thanks to his audience. His loose scarf and long hair add to the dance and whirl about as he continues his improvised steps. It would probably look more elegant if he were a girl or less muscle... But hey, he's wearing pink and it counts for something. ]
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(But if he was dancing like she asked, then maybe he was...)
And after a moment of watching him, her hand slowly began to lower, her brows knitted in conflicted apprehension. ]
How do I know that you're—
[ If he meant to hurt her, would he really do ask she asked? Or was he simply trying to lull her into a false sense of security before striking? Was this the curse, or..? ]
That you're who I think you are?
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[ Keiji pauses for a second, bringing a hand to his chin. With her strange state, it may be better to act like nothing's wrong. He knows that a happy demeanor is better one that questions, especially towards someone who's questioning something about him. He's been under suspicious eyes before. ]
I guess you'll have to trust yourself. I'll keep dancing, and I guess you're free to hurt me with that blade if you want. I wouldn't recommend it though.
[ ...The last sentence sounds a touch more serious. ]
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Like it took everything in her power to not feel threatened and act upon it. Especially speaking like that...
But she took a breath, closing her eyes then and holding out a hand for him to take. If they truly were deceiving her, then if she could just focus on the sound of his voice, convince herself that he was real and not— ]
They say it's a curse. That the only way to reverse the effects is to dance like those creatures I keep seeing. Like those swans...