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

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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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Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 04:49 am UTC (link)

Did he have a name? Good question. He pushed himself up, sitting on his haunches. The dry wind out on the fire escape had mostly dried him off by now. He didn't feel the cold.

A name, a name. He thought for a long time, eyes rolling to the side, staring across the street. He tried to trace back to something familiar, concrete. There was his home, of course, that had smelled like him but...other. That had a name, though, and he held on to it, saying it before he could lose it again. "Shane." He still felt that wasn't quite right, that wolves didn't have names--they were just wolves.

"I'm not a pet," he snapped.

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

ex_sanguine300
2010-03-16 05:30 am UTC (link)

Shane.

The name sounded familiar, even if it didn't sound right. And she shook her head at him. "That ain't it," she finally said, certainty in her voice. "Wolf," she said, testing it on her lips, her accent curling around the word.

It sounded better, closer to being right.

"You're a pet if I say so," she insisted, absolutely sure she was right. "And if you say you ain't, I won't feed you. You need me. You can't kill nothing no more, and you'd starve without me watching for you."

She frowned. Where had that come from?

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 05:37 am UTC (link)

The name slipped away as soon as he'd said it, and when she insisted it was wolf, just wolf, he didn't disagree.

What she said next made no sense, even if it did pluck at that familiarity again. What was she talking about? Of course he could kill. Right now, whether or not he did simply depended on her upholding her end of the bargain. "I'm not a pet," he repeated, hackles raising a little in annoyance. "And you don't want me to kill one of your...friends, here. So you won't call me one."

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	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. ex_sanguine300 2010-03-16 05:43 am UTC (link)
	"Quit threatening," she said surely. "You don't mean it none." She stood, and she watched him curiously, as if deciding something. "You gonna sleep out there?" she asked with a smug little smile. "Or you wanna come in where it's warm?" she asked, before climbing in the window and into 1007. If he pawed at the door, she'd hear him. And maybe she'd let him in. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 05:50 am UTC (link)

He wasn't sure if he liked this girl.

She was irritating, and she'd tricked him into water twice, and now she seemed to think he'd been thoroughly domesticated just because he'd taken her offering of food.

The didn't change the fact that the night was getting colder, however, and if he could get into Red's apartment he could at least see if she was serious about her offer. After a long moment of indecision, he went back through the window and out into the hall, scratching at the door to 1007 when he reached it.

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

ex_sanguine300
2010-03-16 06:01 am UTC (link)

She'd changed into a pair of warm, red pajamas while he was making his way to the door, and her hair was in two braids by the time she opened it to let him in. She held out a piece of forgotten summer sausage, in case he was still hungry, and she refused to shy away and drop it on the floor for him.

He was going to eat out of her hand, she decided, and that was that.

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 06:07 am UTC (link)

He was still hungry, and his hunger won out over his pride. He took it from her hand with a quick snap, so fast she might want to check for lost fingers, then brushed past her into the apartment. More eerie half-remembered familiarity. "You're not frightened," he said, peering through an open door into her bedroom. It wasn't just that she wasn't frightened now. She hadn't been frightened when he was chasing her, either. Not once had he picked up fear mingled with her scent, and it was unusual enough to bear remarking on.

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	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. ex_sanguine300 2010-03-16 06:11 am UTC (link)
	"I'm supposed to be," she admitted, going to wash her hands, then closing the door. "Grandmother and Mother think I should be, but I ain't." She climbed onto the bed and knelt in the center. "See, the path is boring. You ain't boring so much. Though you do need a bath, but we can worry about that come morning." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. wolfishane 2010-03-16 06:15 am UTC (link)
	He sat just inside the doorway, not bothering to pay any attention to her 'bath' remark. "Of course they do. I killed them." He gave her a wolf's grin. Their testimony should be evidence enough. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. ex_sanguine300 2010-03-16 06:18 am UTC (link)
	"You quit that grinnin,'" she said instantly. "It ain't nothin' to be proud of. You wanna stay inside where it's warm, or you wanna go right back out there with your tails between your legs?" she asked. She would kick him out if he didn't behave. She would. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. wolfishane 2010-03-16 06:20 am UTC (link)
	He moved toward the bed, looking up at her. "Why not?" He didn't seem to think she could possibly have a good answer for that question. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. ex_sanguine300 2010-03-16 01:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Because I cared about them, and it ain't nice to kill things people care about," she said, because that was obviously the answer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. wolfishane 2010-03-16 02:42 pm UTC (link)
	He sat at the edge of the bed, cocking his head to the side. "But I had to eat," he said plainly, resting his chin on the edge of the bed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m. ex_sanguine300 2010-03-16 05:44 pm UTC (link)
	"You could of asked for food, you fool wolf," she said, and she thought he looked like a harmless, black fuzzy thing with his chin on the edge of her bed like that. She scooted forward, and she rubbed his nose. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 08:28 pm UTC (link)

He didn't move away. Instead, he staunchly attempted to pretend that it wasn't a nice feeling, being rubbed. Her scent washed over him again, intense without being cloying. Everything was so confused about her in his head. He had a vague memory of eating her, he was fairly sure, but thinking too much about it was uncomfortable, which made no sense. And he knew he'd killed her grandmother and mother, but couldn't remember eating them. Nothing meshed properly tonight. Nothing was in its right place. "You don't ask for food," he said. "You hunt it." Red just didn't get how things worked.

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

ex_sanguine300
2010-03-16 08:33 pm UTC (link)

"Have you ever tried asking?" she demanded, smug grin firmly settling on her lips when he didn't run away and didn't eat her. Mother and Grandmother were crying and fluttering their hands, and she rolled her eyes at them. Couldn't they see the puppy was harmless?

She yawned sleepily, and she scooted back on the bed and curled up on her pillow. "You can sleep at the foot of the bed," she told him. "And if you try to eat me, I'll scream for the woodsman." This was said with another yawn.

She didn't think she actually had a woodsman, but that wasn't important.

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Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.

wolfishane
2010-03-16 08:45 pm UTC (link)

He slid his muzzle off the bed. Woodsman. The very word sparked echoes of anger, fear, violence. He had another flashing, intense urge to just eat the girl, take short-term satisfaction over the potential of a long-term food source.

He watched her, curled on her side. She wouldn't suspect it, not now. And she had tricked him, toyed with him.

But she'd also offered him food, if only to save her own skin. That uncomfortable, prickling sensation was back, and he didn't like it in the least. A memory cropped up, unbidden, of Red laughing--and of enjoying the sound, relief at her happiness.

He watched her, ears flattened back against his head. What was this girl, anyway?

He moved toward the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on her until he finally settled down on the floor, curling up. Well, he was tired anyway. He could still eat her, at some point. Tomorrow. Any time he wanted, any time she was no longer useful.

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