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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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Lobby then the fourth floor.

metrogingham
2010-04-29 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Madison was slightly disturbed at a man's odd comments about a dog that he found. A golden retriever. It didn't feel like a coincidence that she hadn't heard from Aaron in a while, especially after the whole incident with blood and stuff--she tried to block her mind of it. Aaron was fine. He had to be fine because if he wasn't then she failed as a friend and failed in her promise to Shiloh and Cole that she'd pay attention. If it wasn't for school and her homework, she'd have nothing to keep her mind preoccupied with. Though the restart of Glee helped.

Having taken Rex out for a walk, she bounced back toward Bellum, her tennis shoes making no sound as her zip up hoodie kept out the cold, forgetting exactly what night it was supposed to be. If she had remembered, then she would have already been home locked in her room while hiding under the bed.

She honestly meant to go right back home on the first floor, no elevators or stairs needed. Instead, Rex had other plans and before she could stop him, he somehow shrugged out of his collar (which she was sure she had tightened before they left) and sprinted away up the stairs. "Rex!" she cried out, chasing after him, one, two, three flights of stairs. Damn dog was fast. Reaching the fourth floor, she found him scratching at the door to the apartments, whining. "Oh honestly," she sighed, picking him up. Her dress made a swishing noise as she struggled to keep hold of her pup. Deciding to see what was on the other side, she tentatively opened the door, the small heels of her silver slippers clacking before hitting soft carpet. It was what she saw across in the elevator that made her give out a small noise in surprise.

"Oh my gosh!" she said aloud without thinking. Was she really seeing a cat? In boots? "Um, are you alright?" She held onto her dog even tighter, fearing he might chase after it.

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Fourth floor.

sharpcharm
2010-04-30 02:00 am UTC (link)

Puss had gotten the better of an ogre, surely twenty times bigger than this beast and so was obviously not at all scared. Wary, perhaps, like any smart feline would be, which would explain why the automatic impulse to make himself bigger had to be drawn in. There was, after all, a lady present and he would not want to give the impression that he was anything less than a perfectly lovely, civilised cat.

When Puss walked out of the open box and into in the hall of doors it was a walk that only slightly rolled with his customary swagger, for he had made the snap decision that to effect a somewhat soft, unhappy air might garner the lady's sympathy and so better aid in his task of locating his fool-headed master. "I confess that I am not." Puss said, in the most soulful a manner any person was likely to see a cat be in possession of. "My master has left me and I know not where he is, nor how I may find him. I am quite lost, for I am a Puss without his most dearest friend and cherished companion, with no one to serve nor care for."

And then the cat appeared to try and make himself rally. "Thank you kindly for inquiring, lady. I must apologise for my morose manner, it is quite ungentlefeline of me." And with that, Puss fell into a deep, sincere bow. At this part of introductions, he'd always rather wished he had a grand cap or hat to doff in a sweeping manner, but it was difficult to find anything that felt snug around his ears. Besides which, he did find his own two boots more than satisfactory as far as pieces of clothing went. "I am the Puss in Boots, but you are most welcome to call me Puss."

Somewhere inside the autumn-coloured cat the part of Chris that wasn't thinking 'what the fuck' noticed and subsequently appreciated that if he was going to be walking, talking cat, at least it was a cat that appeared to have good manners, good sense and a great ability to act.

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Fourth floor.

metrogingham
2010-04-30 06:33 am UTC (link)

Holding tightly to Rex as he whined (his only thought: 'Get the cat get the cat!'), She nearly dropped him when the cat talked. It talked! What a strange little set of surprises. For a bit she simply stared the way a young toddler would at something it didn't understand. Choosing to stand her ground instead of running away and hiding even if that was more sensible, she hesitantly walked toward Puss in Boots, petting here pup on the head to relax it. "Hi Puss," she smiled somewhat nervously, still trying to process the fact there was a walking talking feline in front of her.

"I'm..." she hesitated on her name for some reason. Odd. "Madison, I think. I am so sorry to hear about your missing master," she sympathized. The poor creature, all alone and in need of someone to point him in the right direction. She could do that! "If you like, I could help you find your master," she offered. "What does he look like?" With a free hand she smoothed the sides of her gingham dress.

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Fourth floor.

sharpcharm
2010-05-05 01:26 am UTC (link)

At Madison's words Puss's ears pricked up slightly with interest, while more blatantly there was a flash of a thankfulness that lit his furry face. "It would be appreciated from the tips of my whiskers to the toe of my boots, Mistress." He said, dipping into a quick but still graceful bow, one of his keen eyes keeping sneaky but careful note of the movments of the approaching beast in the lady's arms. It would not be good manners or good sense to look bviously, but it would be even less sensible to not keep close awareness of the beast at all. It was logic that Chris would have agreed with and smoothly implemented himself if it had not been, in fact, regarding a dog.

But Puss took the least bit notice of such thoughts, thinking it quite unsensible for even a clever cat such as himself to not be wary of such an animal. "My master is a healthy bearded man in his late adolescence, much regarded by females of his species for his fine clothes and noble manner." Puss said with the graciousness and confidence of a host presenting his favoured castle, flattering the man as was the duty of any devoted, canny servant worth his mice. As he spoke he took a few light, springy steps closer to Madison, looking up at her sweetly and pleasantly and with a little calculated wariness on the behalf of Rex. "He has red hair, not as charming as your own, and he he is of middling average height for a male of yours and his esteemed species."

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Fourth floor.

metrogingham
2010-05-07 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Madison noticed his wariness on her dog, in which she tightened her grip about him. She couldn't blame him, cats and dogs never seemed to get along and Rex liked to think he was bigger in person. In this case, she had a feeling Puss would hurt him first. No doggy walks for you right now. "Don't worry about this little guy, I'll make sure he doesn't do something foolish," she said, scritching the top of Rex's neck and resisting the urge to do the same to Mr. Boots.

"Then let us go and find your poor master," she proclaimed, extending an arm to allow Puss to lead (in the event he might know the way better than she would. As they began to walk, she frowned at the description of the master, racking her brain for anyone that might sound similar to it. However there was very few to none redheads in the building, that she knew for they stuck out like massive Irish sore thumbs. "I am sorry, but he doesn't sound that familiar. When was the last time you seen him?"

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