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

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Entry tags: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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Re: The Morgue
[info]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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Re: The Morgue
[info]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
[info]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
[info]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!"

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Re: The Morgue
[info]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."

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Re: The Morgue
[info]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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