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Tweak says, "Square on WHAT hypoteneuse?"

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

Entry tags:

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: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM

sentinelstar
2010-03-16 10:24 pm UTC (link)

"I know that isn't true," he said. As she hunched down, he stepped forward - stick out and ready. He would use force on the girl, if she didn't come willingly. Memories from before and the usual suspects said that she wouldn't.

"You're not just any girl. You're a criminal and your state and gender has nothing to do with it. It's all alike when it comes to the law." He remained emotionless, though he felt ready to gag from the scent coming from her. Couldn't others tell that she was a criminal?

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Re: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM

esseule
2010-03-16 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Is it? Her eyes glinted intelligently for a moment in the dark, sparking with the spirit of France and the battle against oppression that would soon be underway. "The law favors the rich and powerful, monsiuer. The rest of us are just trying to make our way."

Nina was tired of this. She had things to do. Flicking her wrist slightly, she let the knife spin toward his thigh with sharp, piercing accuracy. In the same movement, she sprung up from her hunch and leaped downwards, landing on the next landing rather like a cat would, and then completing the action by drawing her gun and aiming it up at him. "Vive la révolution!," she called up, giggling slightly in an unhinged and most un-Nina-like manner.

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Re: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM

sentinelstar
2010-03-16 11:17 pm UTC (link)

He snorted, refusing to believe her. The idea of her being right wasn't even considered. "The law favors no one. No one is above it, least of all you."

So caught up in her doubt of the law and her ridiculousity, he didn't see the knife until it entered his thigh. He grimaced but didn't let any sound come from him - it wouldn't help him in this situation. He knew better than to move the knife and winced as the pain erupted. He moved to stumble towards her, using one hand to point his gun at her below.

"Salope," he hissed. He would see her in jail for this, attacking a man of the law.

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Re: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM

esseule
2010-03-16 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Nina stayed just long enough to make sure that the knife had done its work-- and judging by his halting, stumbling movements, it had-- before falling back a couple more steps. The gun made her wary, but it was an old thing and unlikely to be accurate.

Picking up his curse, low as it was, she laughed again, and it came out scratch and grating this time, as if it was a sound not often made. "À tout à l'heure, Inspector," she called out, a ringing promise, before retreating several more stairs so that she was hidden by the curve of the staircase. "See you at the barricade."

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Re: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM

sentinelstar
2010-03-16 11:45 pm UTC (link)

He didn't move to follow her. The pain and the promise was enough, though Javert believed her to be a liar. If she was one type of criminal - why not others? "You will regret this," he hissed though he didn't move. Aggravating the wound was not on the list of things that would help him capture Eponine or any other criminal.

She vanished into the shadows, like a wraith and he cursed once more as the pain spread. It was a risky move but he pushed back, stumbling until his heels collided with a step. He sunk to relieve the pressure from the leg, wincing in the process. Examining the knife, he removed his coat and placing it on the step beside him. From his days guarding the prison, he had seen enough to know how to save a leg - though few bothered to save a stabbed convict.

Pressing on the sides of the wound, he tugged at the knife. There was a gasp and a merde that he couldn't help, but he moved to bind the bleeding leg regardless. The smell was nearly as offensive as Eponine's, but he kept pressure on the wound even as he was in agony.

He moved the knife to a pocket, after wiping it on the rug. For now, he would remain there until he felt it was safe to move again.

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