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Tweak says, "i'm freakin' out man"

Ringmaster (hardshelled) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-11-28 12:26:00

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WHO: Kennet and Meredith
WHEN: Nov 3rd
WHERE: Meredith's trailer
SUMMARY: Empath freakout
WARNINGS: TBD

As far as the first day of the Wild Hunt went, the year's opener had been drenched in blood, pain and sacrifice. The humans and newer creatures that had decided to stay out for the first night quickly made the decision to be locked in for the next two days after witnessing the horrors of monsters released from their human ideals. Most of the members of the current coven leaned toward the dark or sat comfortabling in the grey area making the sacrifices that a few used the time to give far more elaborate than previous decades. Instead of one sacrifice, several had been used to appease whatever gods or demons they felt they appeased with each death.

Each locked down trailer blocked its occupants from the terror of the shadowed world from sight and sound only. It worked for most to have only those senses blocked, easily ignoring all other sensations they might pick up. All but a few had any issues from inside their ignorance. Kennet's power pulsed lightly in the face of the Wild Hunt. While his chains too had been loosened to see what games he might play, Kennet still had to keep watch of employees, whether locked away or not. If security mumbled about their inability to have a choice in the matter, they knew nothing of what the Djinn gave each time the Wild Hunt happened. At times, Kennet came to the conclusion that Management conducted the Wild Hunt to prove a point with him, but then logically the Djinn knew the real reason the Wild Hunt happened.

Cloaked in the black feather of his large crow form, the secrets hidden beneath secrets hidden behind the magical locks of Kennet's shields on the trailers called out to him. The beating of unknown other senses caught up with one of his employees; a situation the Ringmaster would have to handle quickly or risk consequence of loosing an employee.

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crogan
2017-11-29 01:22 am UTC (link)

Meredith was in a cyclone. No, it was a Typhoon. NO, it was a meteor shower and she was the earth. It was it was very cut, every fear, every cry, ever horror she had ever felt and magnified beyond any imagining. She didn't understand. Why did she feel like she was dying? Why couldn't she stop screaming, twitching there on the floor of her little living room? Cold sweat.

She shouldn't be able to know what was going on outside. It wasn't just a panic attack from a hyperactive imagination and an over-inflated sense of guilt. Fuck, that was there too but it was because-- it was because-- it was because she could feel everything.

Even though it was just a den of horrors, one rolling into the next in a mad swirl, it was like sometimes something would come to the edge and she would know it was a woman being raped. She would know it was a child being drowned feeling it's helpless, innocent, unimaginable fear and confusion as monsters were real and they had no one to save them. She could feel the snot rolling down their faces. She could feel them pee themselves as if it was rolling down her own leg...

Meredith screamed in agony and all the furniture vibrated with the force. She was drowning. She was going to die. Let her die. Let her die. Let her die.

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hardshelled
2017-11-29 01:48 am UTC (link)

A flap of his wings and a blink of the eye, the Djinn appeared inside the trailer. His long form filling the small space, no longer a bird, but his human form he was forever locked to. Natural clothing, loose and forgiving flowed over his form in much the same manner the elven king outfit had.

Ice blue eyes looked down at the girl on the floor. While Kennet had assumed something of this persuasion would happen, he had thought that she would have handled it better. There were many moments during typical Cirque hours that deaths happened. Though he supposed that it did not typically happen all at once over an extended period of time. Leaning down, his face stoic as ever, Kennet put his hand on her arm to keep her from thrashing on the floor. "You are not dying, Miss Crogan. You need to get control of yourself."

At the end of his words, large hands took hold of her shoulders and started to pull her to her feet. "Enough of this childish ignorance."

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crogan
2017-11-29 02:21 am UTC (link)

When the supernatural of the cirque normally dined or killed indiscriminately in the past, it was rare and fleeting. Just something buzzing in the back of Meredith's mind that would make her forget what she was doing. Something she just chalked up to be absentminded because she had always been that way. Just like she had always been practically legally blind but didn't know it until she was seven. It just had always been that way.

This, this was different. This was a din all at once never stopping-- never stopping-- and it caused for her to emotionally trash in such thick, rolling, poisonous waters reaching out for whatever she could find.

Meredith felt the Ringmaster split the air in her trailer. He was a flat desert right before a sandstorm and it was comforting. It was salvation. She could feel it. Meredith reached out and grabbed at Kennet's forearm when he tried to still her, even though she couldn't stop sobbing-- Couldn't stop dry-heaving from the stress her body was going through.

Her standing on her feet was by Kennet's strength alone. Meredith was all snot and swollen face with the insanity of her tears. She shook her head, gripping his arms with both hands. He was the lifeline. Hot, smooth sand but a sizzle and stir in the air. Spices. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know." Meredith canted sounding more like a wishful prayer than confusion.

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hardshelled
2017-11-29 02:47 am UTC (link)

A low growl and sizzle of the depths of a fire hummed inside of him as he held Meredith on her feet. "Stand on your own, Miss Crogan. You need to take control of your abilities, I will not have the seal on this trailer ruined because you cannot block out the feelings of others."

The Ringmaster had been kind to a few of the gifted and humans when the Ripper spirit had damaged their world views, offered them a glimmer of salvation, but as the havoc began to kick up the Djinn had begun to stir inside of his shell. It would take more than being amongst the Wild Hunt to break him.

Able to read the rise of emotions building once more inside of the human as a group of unheard, bloodied cattle of patrons ran past her trailer as one by one were picked off by beasts of their nightmares. "If you do not control this I will be forced to."

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crogan
2017-11-30 12:40 am UTC (link)

Meredith was shaking her head unseeing the Ringmaster or her little space that had nothing to do with her lack of eyewear. She could feel him. Feel the heat rolling up, the winds making little sand devils across a barren landscape. She was hiccupping in her hysteria now. Big racking breaths that threatened to make her blackout from the lack of oxygen.

Meredith's grip on his upper arms tightened, desperate to keep him there offering even the prettiest of an anchor. She didn't understand him. She didn't want to understand him. Why wasn't it working? "I can't! I can't!" The blonde sobbed.

She was shaking, feeling the group of people running for their lives having been lured under lies and false hopes. A man ripped asunder right there-- Meredith screamed in the exact same way as the man did. "I can't make it stop!" She shrieked. "I-I can't- I can't make it stop- Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop-" She hiccuped. Kennet could see it. Could see the energy from so much raw, powerful emotion bombarding her quickly condensing. Pressing, squeezing, shrinking... It wasn't disappearing, it was like a dwarf star on its brink--

Meredith looked up at him suddenly. Really looked. The intensity of that energy backlit in her eyes. "Make. It. STOP!" She yelled and in that split second, in that scream, the dwarf star of emotions exploded and attempted to go out in a radius about the blonde.

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hardshelled
2017-11-30 02:39 am UTC (link)

Lips pressed into a thin line, Kennet closed his eyes as the scream echoed in the small space. Every emotion an energy only visible to some, Kennet watched as she continued to pull the emotions in like a magnet. Her ability more than simple empathy made it more difficult to entice her into control.

Eyes matched eyes, Kennet saw within her. The blue of his eyes flickered away into the double irised flames that hide beneath his forced form. His reaction quick as the energy burst out of her, Kennet pulled her against him to absorb the shock. His lips met hers and one hand dropped to her solar plexus to take in what he could. Fissures split across his human shell revealing the flame hiding within. Emotions flooded through him in the wake of the wave, burnt immediately up and consumed.

Not lingering in the position, he set her down on the close-by couch and stepped back. Taking a shallow breath, he had forgotten what hidden wells Gifted could have when they ignored their powers long enough.

"Enough," he growled, a lick of flame sizzling in his words. Grabbing her wrist, his large hands burnt into the skin without care. When he released her wrist magical writing burned for a moment and then faded into dark tones. "This will hinder your abilities for the next two days, then we will speak on this."

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crogan
2017-12-01 02:52 pm UTC (link)

A force met by an immovable object: that was the empathic energy meeting the Djinn as he pulled it toward him and Meredith along. Her scream, the vocal personification of the energy, was muffled by Kennet's mouth making a tight seal about her own. She felt like a geezer and he a pump channeling the torrent of water. Where the Ringmaster's hand pressed into her belly, felt hot. More pulling. Hot. So hot. Meredith could feel the energy even being pulled down to her toes and it was a relief. A dizzying, draining relief to have everything inside feel so... Consumed.

A quick at the act was, just as quickly was Meredith deposited onto the tiny loveseat. Dazed. Stunned. she felt... She felt-

Meredith gave a yelp of pain and alarm as she felt something burning her arm, forcing her out of her daze. In instinct, she looked to see what was burning her only to find Kennet's large hand. She screamed a bit louder more for the confusion than the pain and weakly attempted to pull her arm away just as the Ringmaster let it go. The Empath cradled her arm to herself and curled down to look at where it still burned to assess the damage only to see that it wasn't an angry or blistering burn but... Words.

She moved her thumb over what looked suspiciously like Sanskrit done in the color much like henna would leave on the skin... It felt... She felt...

Quiet. Tired.

Then Kennet's words sank in and Meredith looked up at the shape that was the Ringmaster with surprise, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. "Abilities? Wh-What?" She felt... She felt... anxious. Scared. Tired. So tired. As quickly as her heart had pumped, it rapidly dropped, her eyes drooping with it. Meredith couldn't-couldn't keep her eyes open. "I feel... tired," she cracked. Her head dropped to the armrest of the loveseat of its own volition.

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hardshelled
2017-12-03 02:14 am UTC (link)

Ignoring the yelps and cries of pain as his hand burnt her skin, Kennet stepped back from the drained girl. "Your empathic abilities will be addressed after the Hunt, girl." Energy, that the girl had collected even as he had pulled the excess into himself, mixed and mingled inside his molten interior. He cared little for what happened to the girl with the leash around her list. What did she know of leashes? Her confusion a mere annoyance in the sea of energy he sensed and knew lay outside her sealed trailer.

As she dropped into her haze, a smirk caught the corner of his lips. "I should let you rot in your ignorance and take from you as well as the others for my own end," he whispered knowing she would not likely remember the comment. "A leather leash may hold a hound for a short time before the sharp teeth find their strength."

Flicks of flame swirled around him dispersing the sandstorm scents as he disappeared from the girl's trailer to find what he should have been looking for the entire time. Security would keep an eye on the hellion employees but they would not know to beware of the Ringmaster's actions.

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