Wren Shelley remembers everything. (bethought) wrote in at_the_gates, @ 2012-02-14 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: london burning, elder young, elizabeth gryffiths, mr white, talia sullivan, the corinthian, wren shelley |
WHO: Wren Shelley, ghosts of London's past, and YOU
WHERE: Wren's head/Various locations around London
WHEN: Past midnight, in between Day 1 and 2.
WHAT: Wren's powers go haywire. During the middle of this
RATING: R for potential violence/bloody occult activities.
They lurch and crawl across the dark green tiled floors, the dead and the forgotten, towards Wren Shelley. Wren stumbles backwards into a metal cart, the disturbance causing the items to topple and fall to the floor. Coins, keys, bracelets, small toys--hundreds of items that people just walked by, that Wren had spent almost every day in London gathering, had spent absorbing the memories of each person who had owned it and cherished it, and maybe even died with it on their person. Wren knew the secrets of every person who was in that morgue with her, and had kept them all.
"But should you have done that?" said Bai Lee, the seventeen year-old who had summoned a burnt orange dragon, shimmering and intangible, on the streets of Hong Kong for her training as an illusionist in 1997.
"We deserve to be remembered!" screamed Laura Dresden, the long cut on her chest bleeding through her designer shirt. "Our stories should be known!" The others murmur in agreement. Yes. Yes. Tell. No more secrets.
Wren shakes her head, her eyes wide with fear. "I can't, that's not how this works. I don't know how to do that." She slides down to the floor. "I'm sorry, but I can't, I can't---"
Erin Clearwater, still wearing the red sundress she had on when she was assaulted in Hyde Park, steps forward, and picks one of the items--her jade pendant--off the ground. She looks at it thoughtfully, then back at Wren. Her eyes narrow.
"You will now." Erin touches Wren face. The sensation is a white-hot, burning pain. Wren screams. And all of the memories of those surrounding her in that strange green morgue rush out of her.