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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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	$Aaron Jacobson {willful child}: Dead!Aaron is :\$ Re: The Morgue backoff 2010-04-28 06:41 am UTC (link)
	"You could have just said you don't know," Aaron complained, who knew when people were talking out of their ass just to be reassuring. "Dude I think maybe I got drugged or something. I feel kinda... I don't know. I'm kinda slow. Where are we going?" Aaron didn't really care too much about where he was, only... "I gotta go home and feed my dog." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: The Morgue acatalyst 2010-04-28 06:48 am UTC (link)
	"We are going to Bellum Letale," he said calmly, and he smiled reassuringly. "And I do not know the answer to your question," he said, "but we shall find someone who does." He squeezed the boy's shoulder again, reassuringly, fingers indenting more than they ought to into flesh. "Is that a better response?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: The Morgue backoff 2010-04-28 07:07 am UTC (link)
	"Oh," he seemed pleased. "That's where Balto is." Aaron looked over his shoulder at the doctor. It didn't smell funny to him. Aaron didn't smell anything at all, matter of fact. He stopped dead. "Hey. Wait... wait. How come I can't feel you?" He put out a hand in Micah's direction, fingers--tipped with bone--questing. "I can't feel you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: The Morgue acatalyst 2010-04-28 07:12 am UTC (link)
	He didn't understand what Aaron meant, never having met him before, so he held his own hand out and touched the boy's skeletal fingers. "You cannot feel that?" he asked calmly. He had no idea what the walking dead would be able to feel or not feel, so he did not presume that Aaron's confession was a strange one. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: The Morgue backoff 2010-04-28 07:20 am UTC (link)
	"No. Usually I can tell how people feel. I can't feel anything from you." His head came up from his hands and squinted at Micah's face. "What's wrong with you?" He sounded curious, not scared. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: The Morgue

acatalyst
2010-04-28 07:36 am UTC (link)

"I do not normally reside in this body," he explained calmly and with great patience. "I am normally quite a bit older than this, you see. I believe this to be a repetition of an event that happened last month, though I admit that I do not understand the why or the how," he explained. "Perhaps this explains why you cannot tell how I am feeling," he suggested, not pointing out that people generally could not tell how others felt.

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	$Aaron Jacobson {willful child}: Dead!Aaron is :\$ Re: The Morgue backoff 2010-04-28 07:59 am UTC (link)
	"Oh." He let his hand drop to his side. His arm rattled a little in its socket. "I slept through that. Maybe it turns my powers off. That would be super cool." He shifted a little toward the doctor, prepared to follow him again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: The Morgue

acatalyst
2010-04-28 03:14 pm UTC (link)

He tried to keep the compassion he was feeling off his face, and he pressed a hand to the center of Aaron's back and helped to propel him forward. They only had a block to walk, but he wasn't sure the boy's body (or what was left of it) would hold up for that long. "Do you know what tale you are?" he asked, more to be distracting than anything else. It was the full moon, after all. Were Holmes here, he would reason that this boy, walking as he was, had to be related to the same thing that give him, Watson, this body.

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$Aaron Jacobson {willful child}: Dead!Aaron is :\$ Re: The Morgue

backoff
2010-04-28 04:03 pm UTC (link)

If it wasn't for the pushing, he probably would have moved a lot slower. He kept reaching out in front of him like a blind man, fascinated that he couldn't feel anything of the world around him. "This is so weird." Fortunately, he didn't actually look at his hand. "No, I never could figure it out, I mean, it seemed kinda weird I could figure out what people were feeling, but me and my dad just figured that was the way it was with me." He looked down at the guy's cane and then back up at him. He was sort of getting retired military vibes off him. Dad had that sort of step, that cadence to his voice--only not so British. "I never seen you before, I don't think. Are you new to the building, or something? How'd you hurt your leg? Do you have to go up stairs? I live on the first floor."

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Re: The Morgue

acatalyst
2010-04-28 04:29 pm UTC (link)

"I am relatively new," he explained, "or the man who I am not is. Since you seem to have slept through the last iteration of this occurrence, allow me to explain?" he asked, watching as the boy stretched his hand out repeatedly. "I am not the man who lives in Bellum Letale. My name is John Watson, and he goes by Micah Braden, and he lives on the second floor." He smiled, trying to look reassuring. "You may now call me a madman. I will not take offense. You said you can sense things?" he asked as Bellum came into view.

He slowed thoughtfully, then he looked at the boy again. "Will you accompany me up on the moving contraption to see an old friend? I believe he lives on the eighth floor, but at my age, the memory fails at times."

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$Aaron Jacobson {willful child}: Dead!Aaron is :\$ Re: The Morgue

backoff
2010-04-28 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Aaron seemed more than willing to chatter, and it covered the shuffle of his feet and the curious squishing sound in his chest as he nodded his head. "Oh yeah, like that moustache guy who helps out Sherlock Holmes," he said, triumphantly. "I saw that movie."

"Oh yeah, you know, people leave their feelings all over things, and I can just pick them up, you know, I always could, and dad always told me not to talk about it but it's kind of hard when it's so totally obvious that anybody can tell anyway. Like right now since we're so close and I don't have a lot of clothes on usually I can feel it when you change what you're thinking about because it changes how you feel, you know, like if you're worried about it or if you think of something you don't like all of sudden, and people do that all the time, they think about things that upset them a lot, I don't know why." He slowed down as Watson did, giving him a funny look. "But you're like. Forty. That's not old." Micah was obvious not forty, but to Aaron everybody over twenty was forty.

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acatalyst
2010-04-28 04:58 pm UTC (link)

"There was a moving picture about Holmes and I?" he asked, very impressed with the concept. "Did they portray him correctly, because Holmes is hardly sympathetic in that manner, all brilliance aside. I worry about him quite often; too often, if you ask my Mary," he said, falling silent as he listened to Aaron discuss his ability. "I would think that would be a very hard thing to grow up with, a power such as yours. Feelings are transitory things, and it would be hard to determine what people really think by using their feelings as a gauge. The mind is as important as the gut, son."

He smiled. "Forty, am I? I thank you for the compliment."

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backoff
2010-04-28 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Aaron, distracted by this conversation, wasn't really noticing that after he nodded his head he didn't get it quite upright again. "Oh, yeah," Aaron said, dismissively, about Holmes, "he was a dick. But still totally cool. He could do kung fu." Another wet sniff that went rather too long to be just in the nose. It sounded like something in his head. "I think it was wing chun, maybe. Open palms..." he trailed off.

"Oh, yeah," he said, sobering. "I couldn't go out much and dad was sort of disappointed I didn't have any friends? But..." he shrugged, and his spine rippled under the thin cloth, which was getting sticky, "it's no big deal." He looked at Micah. "Do you have any cool powers? Everybody got cool powers in the building."

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acatalyst
2010-04-28 05:34 pm UTC (link)

The sounds Aaron made were hard to ignore, even for Watson who was accustomed to strange sounds. When Aaron's head didn't quite go upright, Watson readjusted it under the pretense of ruffling what remained of the boy's hair. "Holmes cannot do kung fu," he said with complete certainty. "He is a pasty intellectual, and I have been with him for all but five years of his work," he said, obviously proud of his association with his friend.

"I have no powers. The man I inhabit, however, is coming to terms with his own," he said, stopping in front of the door to the building and pulling it open. "I suspect there are strange things afoot, so let us hurry to the contraption," he urged, a hand on Aaron's now-damp shirt urging the boy forward.

The last thing he wanted was for someone to see him out in the open like this.

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backoff
2010-04-28 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Aaron got a glimpse of a couple people on the other side of the lobby, but just a glimpse because Watson was really hustling him along and he kept slipping on the slick floors. They both ended up in the elevator, and Aaron came face-to-face with a slowly decaying, hunched over corpse staring at him from the wall mirror. "YAaaaah!" Aaron reeled back, and so did the corpse. He looked down. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhohmygodohmygodohmygod!!"

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Re: The Morgue

acatalyst
2010-04-28 09:25 pm UTC (link)

In his hurry, he had forgotten about the mirrors.

He moved forward as quickly as his injured leg would allow, and he blocked Aaron's view of himself in the mirror. "Close your eyes. I am certain it is only for this event," he said quickly, and though he knew that literally his words were true, he also knew that they were false; Watson, like Micah, did not care for lying.

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	Re: The Morgue backoff 2010-04-28 09:35 pm UTC (link)
	Aaron put peeling hands up in front of his eyes and stumbled back against the wall. He left a wet streak of god-knows-what down the wall, but he didn't notice. "Ohgodohgodohgodwakeupwakeupwakeup!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: The Morgue acatalyst 2010-04-28 09:44 pm UTC (link)
	He pushed the button for the eighth floor and then he pulled the boy's hands down with his own, ignoring the damp stickiness of the decayed flesh. "Aaron, you are not asleep, but you are also not alone. Look at me," he urged calmly, but forcefully. "We will find out what is happening." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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backoff
2010-04-28 10:06 pm UTC (link)

The features had long since gone slack, and an expressionless mask of slowly collapsing flesh stared out at him, with not even the cloudy eyes properly focusing on his face. Aaron's voice was very clear, however, and even though the jaw moved (horizontal more than vertical, but still, it moved) there was no impression that the sound was coming from the body. "Oh my god I'm dead," he wailed, panicked. "That's why I couldn't feel you before and why you had me in the silver drawer thingies. I'm dead. Oh my god I'm totally falling apart oh my god oh my god!"

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