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

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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: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-18 08:59 pm UTC (link)

She had followed his gaze to the mirrors, and she was about to ask about them when he began to nudge her inside. She dug her heels in a little, but her voice was soft when she protested. "Wait one moment? I'll leave the cleaning, but the flowers, they'll only take a second," she said, the plea evident in her voice and mixed with a touch of determination, much like the fussing earlier. She rubbed his ear. "I'll sleep once I'm done, if you'll allow me this one thing?" she asked, knowing she couldn't physically stop him if he wanted to nudge her indoors. Still, she didn't fear the asking or the request, she found, as she did not fear him any longer.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

labete
2010-03-18 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Swayed, undoubtedly, by the soft voice and the ear rub, he stopped trying to muscle her into the apartment and looked doubtfully back over a thick shoulder at the garden. "If you insist," he sighed, finally, pretending that it was all his idea to appease his pride and backing up again so she had the room she liked to move about. "But not too long." The sun was growing higher, and observing that there would soon be a nice warm spot by one of the parapets, he moved to one side under the newly tamed ivy and turned around in a circle to sprawl comfortably on the ground where he could see what she was doing. From a very--very--great ways away, he would look like a sunning house cat.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-18 09:37 pm UTC (link)

She hid her smile when he agreed, and she took just one step out onto the cold stone. The garden truly was a mess of slimy, frozen over leaves and ferns, layers upon layers of sweet-dead greenery under foot. She crinkled her toes, and she watched him sprawl out. He would look pretty out there when the sun rose, she thought in passing, and she smiled at the utter silliness of that thought.

She knelt first, touching her hand to the carpet of dead things on the stone. She couldn't make them grow, having already fallen from their stems and branches as they had, but the blanket thinned and thinned and thinned, until there was nothing where the greenery and leaves had been. She had no control over stone, glass, mirror frames or remnants of terracotta pots, but most of that had been pushed into a corner, so she didn't concern herself with it at present.

With the ivy and the floor cleared away, she could see what was actually planted. The ivy lined the balcony edge, but there were just as many roses dotting its greenery, and she tipped her head and they bloomed, the scent of roses touching the dawn air. By the door, thin trees proved to be flowering plums, and their pink and white blooms were soon joining the scent of ivy and roses. She stepped a little further out, careful of the stone underfoot, and she coaxed the arborvitae bushes and crabapple to life in the same way, then she added more roses here and there. By the time she was done, the predominant scent on the air was rose, and the balcony had warmed considerably to keep the plants alive. The sun had just started to rise, and she yawned sleepily as she smiled at him, tired from the effort.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

labete
2010-03-18 10:22 pm UTC (link)

He watched her for a long while, thinking the same thing about her that she thought about him, but with his alien face, found it much easier to hide. It was, however, not as astonishing to him that she could make the flowers grown where she would; he was not human, after all, and to him, that was what plants did: grow. Beauty smelled like flowers all the time, and it made perfect sense that she could coax the garden into doing what she liked. He watched, meditating on the existence of the mirror shards and trying to catch pieces of memory from what he had been before, but it was a tiring process. Somewhere between the clearing process and the rose bushes, he fell asleep, chin on his paws and eyes sleepy slits.

Some noise she made, or perhaps the ever-strengthening perfume on the balcony woke him as she turned his way. He'd rolled over partway onto his back to take advantage of the sun, and there were vaguely tigerish stripes that blended deceptively into the fur at the edge of his stomach, otherwise invisible. He was right about the scratches being minor, though they were very long, yet he looked utterly content lying in the sun at the edge of the blooming garden.

He rolled upright and blinked repeatedly at the garden, which had metamorphosed into a temperate paradise while he slept. "Very pretty," he said, looking at her rather than the garden. "Better than I imagined it might be."

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-18 11:31 pm UTC (link)

She took his praise to be completely related to the flowers, and she smiled proudly. "They are pretty, aren't they?" she asked, leaning down to smell a new rosebud, her fingers cupping the underside of the flower delicately.

She'd noticed the lines before he'd rolled over, and she considered fussing, as he called it, but another sleepy yawn kept her from it. "After I sleep, I'm taking a look at those scratches," she told him, and she carefully tiptoed out to where he was in the newly risen sun. It was warm in this corner of the balcony, and she liked it out here with everything blooming like it was. She rubbed the scruff of his neck, fingers sliding into the soft, warm fur, and she sighed happily. "This would be a lovely spot for a nap, as you already know," she said with a playful smile.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

labete
2010-03-18 11:37 pm UTC (link)

"They're not leaving," he said, about the scratches, with a touch of temper, "You may look all you like." He started purring again the moment she started scratching again, eyes closing blissfully. It was a good bet that he hadn't the slightest idea he was making the noise at all. He sprawled out again almost immediately. He hardly realized the chill, and he had already warmed the ground up to a comfortable degree, so he saw no reason why a nap was not immediately in order. He shut his eyes again with a slight huff of contentment.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-18 11:44 pm UTC (link)

The touch of temper didn't frighten her, but she was a little tentative with her response. "I will look," she said. She could be stubborn too, after all. When he sprawled back out, she smiled fondly at him, doing her best to hide a small giggle. She glanced inside, then back at him. "Should I go?" she asked reluctantly. After all, she had not been invited to stay (and was not required to, since he could not recall her father). She crinkled her bare toes on the warm stone, and figured he would make a lovely pillow.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

labete
2010-03-18 11:53 pm UTC (link)

He shed sleep with startling immediacy, eyes coming openfeet coming underneath him to support his weight as he heaved himself upright to turn around and face her. "Go?" he said, with honest alarm, eyes wide. He took the two short paces between her and the door, curling around her in another distinctly feline gesture. "You can't go. You have to stay." Halting in front of her and tipping his chin up so the short hairs tickled her face, eyes inches apart. "Stay," he repeated.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-19 12:04 am UTC (link)

She didn't shy back; in fact, she held her ground admirably with only the slightest tilt of her chin. She ran her hand along his side when he curled around her, and she stifled a small yawn, because that wouldn't appear very forceful, would it?

"I'll stay, but because I want to," she said with complete honestly, her voice still soft as she said the words. It never occurred to her to have to hide the fact that she liked it here, that she liked his company, and she rubbed under his chin as she waited for his response.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

labete
2010-03-19 01:13 am UTC (link)

"Yes," he said, ignoring any appearance of defiance since he was too caught up in hearing what he wanted to hear, "you stay. Come now, it will be even warmer inside." He started nosing her into the apartment the way he had before she had begun with the garden, but it was far more serious now, and he would not take no for an answer. Not even ear-scritches were going to interrupt him this time.

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Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.

bookshelved
2010-03-19 01:23 am UTC (link)

She could tell he was more determined, and she didn't consider asserting herself or arguing with him, because it seemed important to him for her to go inside. She didn't really feel the need to be stubborn just to save face, so there was no reason to oppose him. She let him usher her in, and she only lingered long enough to grab one rosebud to make something for his scratches in the morning.

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