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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: Eighth floor, then 802
[info]blackcatsrbad
2010-04-30 01:08 am UTC (link)
Ichabod wasn't sure what to say, and even though Cole would have liked to assure him with promises that everything would be okay, that man was very far away and his voice was faint. "Neither of us can be certain of what will occur," he piped up somewhat awkwardly. "But we will do whatever can be done, rest assured." There really wasn't much else to say, but letting Aaron wander the halls looking like this was probably not the best idea.

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Re: Eighth floor, then 802
[info]backoff
2010-04-30 02:02 am UTC (link)
Aaron collapsed back in a heap on the couch. He said no more. There was nothing else to say. He wasn't planning on going anywhere, or doing anything.

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Re: Eighth floor, then 802
[info]acatalyst
2010-04-30 03:25 am UTC (link)
Watson stood, his bones aching, and he rubbed at this leg as he moved. "You will watch him?" he asked the other man in the room. He motioned to the letter they had written for their counterparts. "Ensure those get to the right place when the time comes? I must find Holmes. If anyone can help us get to the bottom of this, it will be him." He hesitated a moment, then reached forward and touched a hand to Aaron's shoulder. He didn't offer any comforting words, because he didn't have any that would not sound hollow. He was accustomed to death. He was even accustomed to people who knew they were dying. There were no words of comfort for such an occasion.

He nodded respectfully to both of them, and he left to find Holmes. There was a murder to avenge, and he needed to tell Holmes while he was still the detective he so respected.

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Re: Eighth floor, then 802
[info]blackcatsrbad
2010-04-30 06:18 am UTC (link)
Ichabod nodded, since he had no intentions of leaving his apartment - there was the fear that the Horseman would return, but even so he couldn't just leave Aaron here to face such a thing on his own. "I will. Good luck with your search, sir."

Once the man had left, he rose from the couch to shut the door, but after a few failed attempts he finally had to push a small cabinet in front of it to keep it in place. He unwrapped the makeshift bandages he'd made out of pillowcases and was pleased to see that the bleeding had indeed stopped, and the cuts didn't look as bad as he'd previously thought.

He didn't know what to do, but there was nothing he could offer Aaron, and he wasn't sure what to say. Instead he found himself a book and sat across from the boy once again, regarding him silently for a moment. "I am sorry that Cole is not here. He would have liked to have been." It didn't change anything, but it was true; and with that said, Ichabod settled back against the couch and began to read, glancing up every so often to make sure the boy was... well, not completely dead.

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