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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: Lobby; 2:30
[info]esseule
2010-04-30 02:04 am UTC (link)
Eponine stopped responding. Nina didn't like that she was rising to his bait and she was relying very heavily on Nina at the moment. Even living on the streets and surviving however she could did not compare to the senses and instincts of the assassin whose body she was currently sharing. For each step he took forward, she moved two back on her smaller legs, weaving back and forth a little, but always staying within arms length of the wall.

She was still slightly hunched, so the cane swung up closer to her head and she was forced to block it with the wrist of the hand not clutching the shiv, catching at it and pushing when she did so, in an attempt to knock him off balance. Then, just as he had wanted, she darted through the space between him and the wall, hoping to get back to the stairs. Best not to visit Marius tonight. Just in case Javert tried something, Nina made Eponine hold the shiv out to the side he was on in a way that if he tried to move any closer to her, he was going to step right into it. The cane, she wasn't very worried about since it had swung from the other side and would probably involve more twisting to get around to hit her than would allow him to stay balanced, but she kept her head down anyway. Nina wasn't taking chances and she was good at this. She would never have lasted this long otherwise. She made sure Eponine didn't turn her back either, keeping it protected and to the wall as she side-scrambled past him.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]sentinelstar
2010-04-30 02:12 am UTC (link)
With his legs wide apart and the knees bent, he was able to absorb the weight from when she pushed him. Javert gripped the cane with his free hand, using both to ram it sideways to his right. In the light and in another situation the movement might have looked like a dance move in the more risque corners of the city (Paris, of course). The cane connected with the wall, in the hope of trapping her, if she hadn't moved by already. Something knicked his hand, but once again he ignored the pain. He wasn't going to let her get away this time.

"Why do you always run?"

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]esseule
2010-04-30 02:33 am UTC (link)
His push caught the edge of her back and Eponine tumbled. Nina's basic instincts took over then, falling as well as any trained fighter would and then rolling out of harm's way, springing back up on her feet once she was several feet away and then backing up even further, towards the stairs. Neither girl chose to respond to the question as she felt the stairs at her back and waited to see if he would follow, which would be unfortunate. The stairs were easier to defend though, and Nina could easily use that to her advantage.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]sentinelstar
2010-04-30 02:47 am UTC (link)
A hint of a smile crossed his face as he felt the impact. Though it cost him a moment, he moved the cane back to one hand before taking off up the stairs. They were more lit, after all.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]esseule
2010-04-30 02:56 am UTC (link)
Instead of retreating, Eponine stayed near the bottom and drew her knife, ready to use it. It caught the light for a split second, giving him a slight warning before the source disappeared again and Eponine was forced to move just a little, to distance herself from the spot that the knife had been revealed. If Javert kept coming, there was going to be trouble.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]sentinelstar
2010-04-30 03:00 am UTC (link)
As she moved, he shadowed her. The cane was tossed to his right hand where he held it up as a guard against the knife. The stinging in his hand made sense now, but as it didn't hurt too much, he refused to look down. It would give Eponine an advantage he couldn't afford to give her. His left hand moved to a pocket, searching for a knife to combat hers.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]esseule
2010-04-30 07:59 am UTC (link)
Nina was very quickly losing any respect she had had for this man. Whatever skills he had, he was countering with his stupidity. Although Eponine just wanted to get out and get to somewhere safe, Nina was gearing up for a fight and she couldn't understand why he was continuing to come after her. She was higher and armed and he couldn't see her, although he obviously could tell where she was, which Nina suspected had to do with the sniffing.

She made sure that she was out of range of that cane before there was the soft click of her gun. "Do not move," she warned him levelly. "Do not go for your gun. The girl can tell and I will shoot." The gun was aimed straight at his nose, although he wouldn't be able to tell that. She had a new cartridge in between her teeth, ready to immediately reload, and although the knife had been tucked back away, the shiv was still gripped in her free hand. Eponine didn't want to shoot. She wanted to be left alone. She'd do it in an instant though, and she kept a careful watch on Luther, finger pressed against the trigger, poised for any sudden moves he might try to make.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]sentinelstar
2010-04-30 06:49 pm UTC (link)
He had taken one step forward before the sound of the gun. Luther's instincts were better than Javert's, but he remained still regardless. Debating the odds and what he could do led to the simple decision of watching and waiting.

She could see in the dark and be invisible. Luther was more concerned with this than Javert, muttering in the back of his mind about echolocation, a blanket, or the light switch. Javert chose to ignore him. There was only so much of the man that he could take. Even if they shared this body and had similar goals, there was an irritation about being too similar. He wanted to be himself so that he could do his job properly.

His hand moved from his pocket, remaining in the air. "You wouldn't want to do that."

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Re: Lobby; 2:30
[info]esseule
2010-04-30 07:23 pm UTC (link)
Eponine didn't bother asking why. Who knew why law enforcement acted like they did sometimes? She kept the gun level, repeating coolly and firmly, "try me." She could stay here all night if she had to, and she would shoot if he moved. Eponine valued her safety above keeping her hands clean and if he continued to try to catch her, she would do exactly what she had to. Her death would be on her own terms and she refused to be caught.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]mostloyallover
2010-04-30 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Following the trail of stairs led her lower and lower into the building that was a castle and yet, wasn't. It was getting harder, too, with every step, to remember what the name was she wanted to remember -- some kind of flower -- and she kept thinking of herself as Marian. The Maid. It only got less and less insulting, too, thinking of herself as a maid.

She was stuck in her thoughts as she made her way down the stairs when the sight of the man stilled her. There was something in his posture that gave her fear and she gasped without meaning to.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-01 12:00 am UTC (link)
Javert shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn't nervous, but he wanted to be in a position to move, once he could. It was casual, not forward at all and his eyes narrowed at her. "You'll gain nothing-"

And then his eyes fell on the woman. Her clothing was odd, but he refused to be distracted by that. A civilian walking into this would only get hurt; something he couldn't allow to happen.

Still in French, not thinking to switch, Luther barked, "Stop."

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]esseule
2010-05-01 12:08 am UTC (link)
Eponine glanced over the new arrival quickly. She didn't seem to be dangerous in the least, which was good, although not necessarily correct. The dress was pretty and she looked at it a little wistfully, remembering not-so-long-ago when she had had such pretty things, before they had lost the inn. Through her appraisal, she kept silent, but drifted a little closer to the woman. Let Luther try to explain to the woman the position he was in, but at least if he attacked now, it would seem like he was attacking her and not Eponine.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-01 12:23 am UTC (link)
The man's accent was abominable, but Marian understood his command and she obeyed, as she was used to. But the man's clothing confused her: he didn't dress as a courtier or a squire, and he clearly wasn't a noble. So she drew herself up -- even though she was shaking inside -- and said in her practiced (albeit historical) French, as coldly as she could manage: "Who are you to order me about? I'm the Maid Marian, ward of the King."

It was a gamble to announce her value; the man in front of her could easy hold her for ransom. But the flash of panic she saw made her think the threat of the King's rage would be enough to dissuade him from hurting her.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-01 12:59 am UTC (link)
He blinked at her accent for a moment. Even when passing the highest of stations, he hadn't heard someone speak like that. But Maid Marian rang a bell in Luther's mind. Javert had to remind himself of the whole confusion with being 'fables' - even if he felt that his life wasn't any part of a book.

"Inspector Javert," he said simply. "Beside you is a common criminal. I'd advise you to keep still before you get hurt, Mademoiselle."

There was a brief moment before he stepped forward, hand out-stretched. "She's no part of this-" he warned Eponine.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]esseule
2010-05-01 01:12 am UTC (link)
Mademoiselle Marian's French was strange and had an accent that Eponine could identify as slightly English from all her years of seeing travelers at the inn. Being a ward of the king wasn't about to help her, what with the rising rebellion, but Eponine had no intention of hurting the woman unless Javert started after her again. She kept quiet, hoping that Javert would appear insane, and sneaked a little closer, fairly confident that this one could not detect her.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-01 01:55 am UTC (link)
Marian rolled the word around -- inspector -- before she absorbed the rest of his response. Criminal.

"Where?" Her voice immediately turned shrill and she squeaked in English, unthinking. Spinning, she gathered her shift and robes, considering fleeing when the man reached for her, but for good measure, she screamed.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-01 02:04 am UTC (link)
It took him a moment to process the English - he had to depend on Luther for that, something he didn't like. But he stopped his movement, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. She was going to get herself killed at this rate.

"Your right, she's armed." Eponine's lack of a response didn't help matters. Was she waiting to sneak at them? He cursed under his breath, wishing he could pull out his gun without putting himself or Marian in danger.

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Re: Lobby; 3:00
[info]esseule
2010-05-01 02:21 am UTC (link)
Eponine scrambled back enough that Marian wouldn't hit her but no further. Silly woman. She was reminded a little of Cosette, all naive and fearful, which was enough to make her definitely not want to hurt the woman. If Marius ever found out that she had wounded some defenseless girl, he would hate her.

The swearing inside her head was a dirty mixture of French, Spanish and English as Eponine debated what to do next. Javert hadn't drawn his weapon so she supposed her plan was working well enough to stick to it. More silence followed. She smirked at the inspector, even though he couldn't see it.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-01 02:57 am UTC (link)
In her confusion, Marian turned left and then right, trying to see the assailant allegedly menacing her; and she screamed once more for good measure.

"Back, you brigand," she shrieked, and she wished she thought to bring her belt. She had the small silver meat knife that she kept with her spoon, and while it wasn't a weapon, it was more than nothing.

In her most formal, precise French: "The King's men will be here soon," Marian tried to call up some of the regal bearing she witnessed among the court.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-01 03:07 am UTC (link)
He remained still. The silent Eponine and the shrieking Marian together made an annoying pair. Javert raised his eyes to the non-existent Heavens, trying to find a solution to this. Nothing good coming to mind, he jumped up the steps moving to grab Marian's elbows and pull her away from Eponine. He'd rather be killed doing his job, then fail while doing it.

The cane remained in one hand as he moved to push her aside. Javert gave a look to where Eponine was and said ruefully. "There isn't words for how annoying you are."

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]esseule
2010-05-01 04:46 pm UTC (link)
Eponine let him move Marian without shooting, scrambling to reposition herself so that the woman was still between them. When he talked to her, her invisible features settled into something even more smug. Now, he would look even worse, hopefully. And as for being annoying, she was fairly certain that police officers everywhere had felt the exact same thing about street urchins for centuries.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-01 05:23 pm UTC (link)
"How dare you!" she shrieked in English, and she took a half-step backwards, trying to go back up stairs. "You're a mad man!" Afraid of turning her back to him, Daisy began to stagger awkwardly, hitching her shift and robes, her slippers slick against the worn steps. "Stay back!"

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-01 06:28 pm UTC (link)
His grip loosened slightly - if she went back up the stairs, she'd be out of the way and safe. Javert sniffed again, not thinking to turn his head away from Marian. He cursed as he realized Eponine was still in the way.

Time for desperate measures.

He reached for Marian again, swinging her down the steps and out of the way. They were close enough to the landing that his push wouldn't send her down a flight; at the very least it wouldn't kill her. A moment later he had turned back to Eponine, his cane thrown in her direction.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]esseule
2010-05-01 06:39 pm UTC (link)
This time, Eponine had to physically cover her mouth with her hand to keep from snickering as Marian called Javert a mad man. She found it less humorous, however, when his cane forced her to duck quickly and slide down the stairs after Marian to get behind her again. If Javert kept this up, someone was going to hear him and Eponine dearly wanted to be here when he had to explain his actions.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-01 07:00 pm UTC (link)
"Unhand me--" Her outraged cry was cut off as the vile madman flung her aside, like a sack of meal, and Marian staggered to keep from slipping on the polished floor.

"How dare you?" She couldn't keep her languages straight so she slipped back to English. "You will be hung for this--" But the madman's attention stayed on the stairs as he menaced a shadow or sprite seen only by him. Unsure of what else to do, she tipped her head back and screamed. Marian shrieked, motivated by stories from the court of the ways women could be defiled; somewhere inside of her, Daisy joined in, caught up in the excitement.

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Re: Lobby; 3:15 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-01 07:04 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:15 - [info]esseule, 2010-05-01 07:18 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-01 07:37 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-01 08:39 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-05-01 10:28 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-01 10:59 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-01 11:07 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-05-01 11:14 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 02:58 am UTC
Re: Lobby; 3:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 03:10 am UTC
Re: Stairwell from 4th floor to 5th; 3:40 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 03:54 am UTC
Re: Stairwell from 4th floor to 5th; 3:40 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 04:02 am UTC
Re: 5th floor; 3:40 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 04:09 am UTC
Re: 5th floor; 3:40 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 04:18 am UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 04:24 am UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 04:28 am UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 04:58 pm UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 05:14 pm UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 05:23 pm UTC
Re: 504; 3:40 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-05-03 05:28 pm UTC
Re: 504; 3:45 - [info]mostloyallover, 2010-05-03 06:58 pm UTC

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