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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-27 23:02:00

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plot: fables

Who: Everyone!
What: Transformation Plot Post
Where: All over.
When: Moonrise on the 28th.
Warnings: All kinds, I expect.

The moon slipped up past the horizon full, round, and white. Its effects had been predicted, though perhaps not fully believed by the residents of the building.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the building, washing the city in pale light. For the tenants of Bellum Letale, where ever they were, scattered in the night, it had a tangible effect.

Change rippled through the building, much as it had over a month before. But this was not simply a twitch in the fabric of things, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a rolling change, gradual as the moonrise, tangible, and, in some cases, likely terrifying in its inexorability. People became what they were, what they ought to have been, and what they weren't.

The moon was up, and trouble was about to run high in Bellum.

[Notes: Remember that the events of last month still apply-I.E, those who became vampires will be vampires when they take on their fable form, the Frog Prince will still be human after being turned back last plot, etc. Whether the fables are aware a month has passed since they were last around is up to the players. This log posted with the anon account so that the mods do not wake up tomorrow with 100 notifications in their gmail. Go forth and plot!]

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wickedwicker
2010-04-28 05:34 am UTC (link)

As she stood outside, she heard a muffled shout. Raising a brow, she crossed her arms, looking up as the door opened. Though she was tempted to mock him for losing his train of thought, Joanie had to admit that seeing a monkey with wings would confuse anybody. It was a sign that he wasn't completely insane. Zeph stood up slightly on her shoulder, stretching his wings and looping his tail lightly around her upper arm. "Yeah, it seems this craziness has affected him as well."

She slipped inside his apartment at his gesture, turning slightly to face him once she was inside. "Though I've gotta say, I'm still surprised that your big change is the way you talk." She paused. Actually. "At least...that's what you say." Raising a brow, she rested a hand on her hip, looking at him critically. "But I don't think we've ever spoken in person outside of these events. Are you really a pirate, Russell? It's okay if you are, I won't judge."

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themegazord
2010-04-28 06:45 am UTC (link)

Russell guessed the monkey was her pet, whatever it was. Hopefully it wouldn't remember turning into something so strange. No amount of treats were going to fix this.

He shrugged at her comment. He could see how it would be strange that his change could be so drastic, but he had an answer for that. A vague, nonsensical answer. "If I knew for sure lassie, I would tell ye. Alas, I don't have much proof, but..." he trailed off, wandering to the coffee table where many a scratch were sacrificed to the cause. "See, here be papers I been writing during the last moon," he started, showing the ones where he had tried his hardest to put down some of his previously most awesome pwnage quotes. Instead they all contained the best of a drunken sea shanty.

More interesting were the papers of extremely detailed maps. Topographical maps of the entire building and its surroundings. "These be the strangest," he muttered half to her half to himself, "Never knew how to draw maps so these be something out of a dream, I be thinking." Or from his 'fable.' Or part of who he was. He couldn't be sure.

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wickedwicker
2010-04-28 07:04 am UTC (link)

She followed him to the table, crouching beside it and picking up one of the papers. Though she didn't mean to, a slight giggle escaped her throat as she read over the scrawled sea shanties. "Yeah, this is definitely-" She was cut off as he uncovered a sheaf of papers covered in detailed maps. Eyes widening, she dropped her current page and picked up a map, holding it up slightly. "Holy shit, Russell," she muttered, bringing the paper closer to her nose as she examined every last detail. "These are amazing."

Setting the paper back down on the table, she looked up at him, expression momentarily unreadable. "I think...I think it comes from your whole...pirate thing." She gestured vaguely to him as she stood. Zeph looked down, leaping from her shoulder and fluttering to the ground to carefully inspect Russell's feet. "Though we're all different now, I think that we keep some of these changes even when we seem to go back to normal."

Biting her lip, she picked up one of the papers that was covered in a sea chant. Crumpling the paper into a ball, she held it tightly in her palm. In her mind, she pictured a blank wall with a small clump of dirt before it. Clenching her fist slightly, she looked down at her hand. "Ah-fahr," she said, a small light peering from between her fingers. Within seconds, she opened her fingers, revealing a pile of dirt in her palm.

She extended her hand to him, expression mildly worried. "You see? I've been able to do this since the last time this happened, I've been practicing. Those maps might be your version of this."

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themegazord
2010-04-29 12:26 am UTC (link)

"Jim," he corrected her before he could stop himself. Who in the bloomin hell is that? Shaking his head, he nodded at her theory. It would make sense if he could figure out how and why he would have map drawing abilities of all things. He didn't find it particularly useful at the moment, but then again, he was a pirate so...

Smiling down at the flying monkey (something not seen outside of a good drunken hallucination), he turned his head up in time to see the transformation of the ball of paper into a pile of dirt. "Well I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with me own bleeding eyes," he responded in somewhat amazement, moving over to gently poke at the dirt. "Huh," he murmured, "It is certainly real. So change things from one to another?" Why couldn't he have gotten a cool power like that instead of something that would get him an A in a geography class?

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wickedwicker
2010-04-29 12:44 am UTC (link)

As he corrected her, she blinked. Jim? She was sure his name was Russell. Shaking her head, she nodded. "Right. Jim. Sorry."

After he had verified that the dirt was real, she curled her hand around it, muttering a word in Hebrew that transformed the pile into a small pebble that she stuffed into her pocket. It would've been rude to just litter all over his apartment, after all. He was being a gracious - if not odd - host.

"Yeah, I've been working on it. I made a chair just the other day." With a grin, she sank onto the couch without prompting, automatically resting a hand on Zeph's head when he scrambled to sit in her lap. The little monkey stretched its wings, yawning happily as she rubbed her thumb over the crown of his head. Though it was so bizarre to see Zeph like this, Joanie couldn't help dismissing it. After all, if she were green, how strange would it be for Zeph to be a winged monkey?

Glancing up at "Jim," she smiled. "So, Captain. What are we watching first?"

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themegazord
2010-04-29 04:50 am UTC (link)

"No I..." he trailed off, pursing his lips together and paused. It was the wrong name, wasn't it? Or it was the right one. Weird. He was suddenly feeling a lack of identity that he never had before: he was Russell. But he wasn't. He was Jim. Or not. Possibly the most irritating conflict of truths he could ever hope to encounter. Choosing not to acknowledge her acknowledgment of his strange reaction, he stayed uncharacteristically silent.

Quietly, he watched more of her magic, very mesmerized at her skills as an audience was to its magician on the stage. Except usually, the audience didn't have crushes on their chartreuse presenters. Even Russ-no, Jim knew that, but refused to comment on account of possible embarrassment.

His brain felt jolted at her comment. Oh. Right. TV. He remembered what that was. The moving picture thingy. "Uh," he racked his brain for the answer, feeling lost in some sort of foggy low cloud, "Aye. Doom. That is what be on," he gestured to the screen, the show playing the scene with the marines getting ready to land on the crazy alien planet at the moment, the sound on silent. Jim sat down on the couch.

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wickedwicker
2010-04-29 05:03 am UTC (link)

She noticed his interest in her magic, something that made her both confident and nervous at the same time. Of course, it was good that he wasn't reaching for the rope and matches - yes, she was still worried about that - but perhaps that was coming later? Granted, he didn't strike her as the kind of person to do such a thing, but apparently she didn't even know his real name. Or, maybe this was just that whole "crazy night" thing. Others said they had completely changed into other people, so what's to say Russell hadn't? Was she hanging out with a total stranger?

Those thoughts made her wish she had brought beer.

She rested her bare feet on the edge of the couch, hugging her knees to her chest. Zeph made an indignant sound of disapproval, crawling up to perch on the back of the couch between the pirate and witch. After a few moments of silence, she glanced over at him, a teasing smile on her face. "So are we providing our own voices for the movie? Because if we are, I want to be that one." She pointed at The Rock, smirking.

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themegazord
2010-04-29 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Russell was Russell. Except he wasn't. But he was. He felt so confused and decided to plop down on the other side of the couch, wishing he could get that drink about now. But he never drank. Right. It was a weird feeling, like two monkeys were fighting in his brain for dominance while an angry moth flapped around in his insides at Joanie having actually shown up and in his apartment. Damn.

Oh right! "Aye, there be sound," he affirmed, turning the volume back up and filling the apartment with the soothing sounds of marines screaming and getting eaten by alien space creatures. Typical tv viewing stuff. Reaching over and scritching the back of the flying monkey's head, he turned to look at the green witch. "Oi, so can ye do other tricks, or it just be the transforming?" He was mostly curious, but he also remembered that she could be dangerous, especially when angry. Not that Russell would hurt her oh dear god no! But, Jim wished he had a cutlass or something to protect himself with.

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wickedwicker
2010-04-30 07:09 pm UTC (link)

She snorted as he turned up the sound on the movie. "Oh, there it is." She snuggled back into the couch, making herself comfortable. Though she was still uneasy about all this full moon nonsense, Joanie was grateful to not be alone during it. Though this Russell/Jim boy was fairly odd, he was nonthreatening. Joanie hesitated to use the term "nice" because it was such a generic, catch-all term that ultimately meant nothing when you stripped away the fact that it was an easy word to say when you had nothing else on your mind. So she would not call him that. Instead, she would call him "fun to talk to." Yes, that actually required thought to put together. She was getting good at this friend business.

Zeph made a soft sound of joy as the pirate boy scratched his head. Stretching his wings, the little monkey crawled towards him, tail raised in a question mark shape. Within moments, he had made a perch on Russell's shoulder, face resting against the side of his head. Because monkeys couldn't purr, he began to emit a series of nonsensical chatter sounds that underscored the movie's high-octane action scene.

At the question, Joanie glanced over at him with a raised brow. "Just the transforming?" she asked, head canted to the side. "I'll have you know that shit is hard to pull off right. I've been practicing a lot, and-" Zeph let out a small shriek, bouncing on Russell's shoulder and fluttering his wings. Joanie paused, pursing her lips. "What?" The monkey stared at her for a brief second before leaning against the pirate boy again, going quiet. Rolling her eyes, Joanie shook her head. "Whatever. What was I saying?" She paused. "Oh, right. No, the transformations are all I've got right now. I don't even know how I would learn more." Tapping a finger to her lower lip, she glanced down. "I wonder if I could..."

She shook her head, clearing her mind of those thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just...talking to myself." She laughed slightly, a bit of a nervous edge creeping into the sound. After a moment's pause, she looked to the movie with a sly smirk. "So. You never did tell me how many movies make up a shitton."

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themegazord
2010-05-03 02:54 am UTC (link)

At least the monkey served to relax him as his confusion refused to leave him, apparently deciding to replace the imaginary parrot he never had on his shoulder. It made him grin and twitch his nose as though they shared a secret they weren't going to tell the little green witch. Somewhere inside Russell was really really hoping things were going well because Joanie was very nice and he was such a doof. A big clumsy doof.

Nodding at her affirmation that transformations were the only type of spell she seemed to know, Jim smiled a real genuine smile. "Well now that be something, ain't it?" He flinched a bit at the shrieking before attempting to relax again.

Russell eyed Joanie at her rambling and quick subject change. Normally he would have said something or at least inappropriately commented on her behavior which probably would have earned himself a slap at the very least and then groveling of intense proportions. Instead Jim allowed the distraction to take place, lifting his eyes to the colorful moving picture box. "A 'shitton' does sound alike to enough blunderbusses to blow a man down," he cheekily responded before sinking back into the couch, fingers still scritching the back of the monkey's neck.

Later, perhaps because of the pure adrenaline excitement of Karl Urban and the Rock firing high powered weapons or because of the worry over the implications of what their transformations might mean, it wasn't long before the two of them tuckered out and eventually fell asleep.

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