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Bellum Anon ([info]bellum_anon) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-12 23:02:00

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Entry tags:plot: fables

Fables Plot Public Post!
Who: Public
What: The Open Post for Public Threading for the Epic Fable Plot
Where: Throughout the building.
When: 12:01
Warnings: Any number of crazy things could end up in here.
Notes: Alright! This post is for public threads only, and will be run party style. Anyone can jump into a thread at any time--just use your judgment! Feel free to hop around, go to different parts of the building, and mingle through the madness.



12:01. The beginning of a new day, just broken in, still fresh. Most of the building was sleeping, as decent people ought to be at such an hour.

The building, down at its foundations, was restless. A storm had been gathering for the past week, in its joints and its doorways, in its windows and its keyholes. 12:01, the storm broke over Bellum.

It was as if the building stretched, yawned, shook itself. There was a shudder in reality, as if the air itself was nothing more than a funhouse mirror. Faster than you could snap your fingers and the thing was done, set into motion before the darkest hours of the morning had yet come around.

A twitch, a snap, a static shock.

And then the changes started.

((OOC: Alright guys, go crazy! Feel free to post your location in the header of your comment so people can do a quick visual scan for the right comment and the right location. Mingle! Chat! Fight! Tackle one another!))



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[info]arcere
2010-03-15 11:50 pm UTC (link)
Both. A curious way to put it.

"I have my goal," Aiden said, watching Rick with careful eyes. "And there's hardly any doubt to who I am. My thanks for accompanying me this far. I suggest you stay to the lower floors - the danger above is too great to risk anyone else's life in." Anyone who ventured too high was in danger, though this man was likely to survive longer due to his state of being and his invisibility.

Aiden turned and headed up the stairs again, moving slightly faster now that he was alone. They were at the sixth floor; the penthouses were another six flights up. There was no time to lose.

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