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

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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: R1

labete
2010-04-30 07:13 am UTC (link)

The Beast was so angry that he was beyond words. The girl would not go. His Beauty would not go. The stupid man would not go. Everyone would stay, because that was the way it was supposed to be. The vines made him angry, and he stretched out claws to tear at them when they reached for him. He pinned one down under a paw and growled at it when it tore at him with a thorn. His attention seemed to be on those rather than her, and after clawing at another one he retreated, padding small drops of blood and growling incoherently to himself. About the witch, he would not respond, nor to any of the other questions.

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Re: R1

bookshelved
2010-04-30 07:19 am UTC (link)

It took her a good five minutes to fight past the fear that had her pinned to the wall, to push it down enough for the vines to subside completely. Then, very slowly, she took one step toward him, then another, then another. She did it all with the air of an small animal that would be startled at the smallest movement, and she smelled of fear, even over the roses and greenery. She did not stop until she'd reached him, and then she dropped to her knees is front of him in a swirl of graceful skirts, the vines dissolving for her. "Please," she said softly, reaching out a a trembling hand. "You're hurt."

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	Re: R1 labete 2010-04-30 07:30 am UTC (link)
	He didn't give her the paw, but at least his ears weren't flat and his fur wasn't bristling anymore. He hung his head close to her side as she came near then dropped his chin over her shoulder, enveloping her in warm fur and thick musk. "Please don't go away," he said, softly, in a voice far different from the enraged roar. "I'll die if you leave. Stay with me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 07:36 am UTC (link)

She closed her eyes when he dropped his chin on her shoulder, her fingers sliding into the fur at his neck greedily. All of her fear from just a moment earlier melted away with his words, and she buried her nose against the warm fur at his neck. "I won't," she promised vehemently, even before he'd finished the words. "I won't go." She was very quiet for a few seconds, not knowing how to keep the promise, but determined to.

"I knew the full moon was coming, and I knew I would see you," she admitted, vulnerability unmasked in her voice. "I wanted to see you."

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Re: R1

labete
2010-04-30 03:38 pm UTC (link)

He pulled back a little, snuffled in her hair with a hot breath, and then gave her a long, sad look. "I am afraid you will not be here when I wake up. The man is afraid you will go if he does not watch every moment." It was unclear whether or not he was speaking of Beauty or Ella. He sat down heavily next to her, sending dust motes up in the air. "If you go away I cannot follow. You have to stay." He nudged her jaw with his forehead. "Promise."

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 03:47 pm UTC (link)

"She isn't certain he likes her very much," she said, exposing vulnerabilities that Ella would not want shared. "He did not like her very much before, and now he needs her, which is not the same as love. Love is unselfish," she said softly. She curled against the softness of his side, the fur warm and musky-safe, even in the ravaged apartment. "The sister said he loved the other woman. She used it to convince her to go, that and the promise of freedom for the man," she added, rubbing her fingers over his forehead. "We must do something about the man who threatened her," she said thoughtfully after a moment.

"Is he drinking, the man?"

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labete
2010-04-30 04:02 pm UTC (link)

He curled his head around to make a very large, breathing C and flopped over his front paws. "I can't tell you what the man feels. He doesn't know. The woman before hurt him and he does not know if it fixed." The Beast sounded utterly dismissive of this problem. Daniel's difficulties were petty to him, almost child-like in their simplicity. It could be argued, too, that The Beast understood very little of love. He was, after all, a Beast. There was much of possession in what he felt for his Beauty.

He closed his eyes. "Sometimes he does, when she has nightmares. But he will run out soon, don't worry." No more alcohol, problem solved. "If she stays here, then we will not need to worry about the man who hurt her." No more wandering, no more attacks, problem solved.

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 04:17 pm UTC (link)

"He can easily get more," she told him reluctantly, wishing she could see things as easily as he did (and in her mind, Ella was screaming). She saw complications in ways he did not. If the man drank and he died, then the Beast would not be here during the next moon. If the woman left to the country across the sea, then they would be parted (she did not understand that the Beast would literally die). "You do not worry about things as they do," she told him. "He, the man, is fragile. And she is trying to be strong, but it's all pretend, her strength."

"They do not talk, because they are both afraid," she told him, settling more against him, the regular pattern of his breathing comforting. "And because he is becoming more like you."

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labete
2010-04-30 04:32 pm UTC (link)

"He is weak," he said, correcting her phrasing. "It would be very good for him to grow a spine." The Beast was of the opinion that it wouldn't harm Daniel to be more like him. Princes were expected to be a lot tougher than that, and to the Beast, four years was not a very long time. Then, lazily, "I have known many men who drank in excess. It is very stupid of them, but no great difficulty unless he does very foolish things when he is in his cups. He just sleeps and scribbles. It is no great matter. You worry too much."

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 04:39 pm UTC (link)

She was torn between painting him a realistic picture (which would panic him again) and letting him keep his idealized view. In the end, she opted for something in the middle. "He does not only drink in excess. He is addicted, and she needs him to be stronger than he can be. Right now, he is pretending, and she is pretending. They are both pretending." She paused, went quiet a moment and rubbed her cheek against his fur. "She has a problem with drinking too, though she does not say it. The man named William hurt her once, badly." She sighed. "They should both move."

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labete
2010-04-30 04:52 pm UTC (link)

"They cannot," he said, absolutely. He tried to access some of Daniel's memories to bring up information about William, but Daniel was not being cooperative in this conversation in any way. The Beast was still of the opinion that they might just kill this man William because it was expedient, Daniel disagreed, and both of them ended up disgruntled, as if Daniel wasn't pissed off already. The days when they were practically one were probably gone. The Beast didn't care.

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 05:00 pm UTC (link)

She could sense when he became disgruntled, and rubbed the tip of one of his ears between her fingertips in a soothing manner. "They do like each other very much, the man and the woman. They are just scared, and they are both too intelligent to be forthright. It does not have to turn out badly, though. We can help, you and I. I just do not know how yet," she admitted. "What does he think of her?"

"Tell me about your castle?" she finally asked, because the woman (Ella) was curious, and because she wanted to hear about him. Their time was brief, and she didn't want the others to monopolize it all, especially when so much time had been given to the vampires and their concerns.

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labete
2010-04-30 05:13 pm UTC (link)

"I am tired of talking about the man," The Beast announced to the room at large, deliberately dropping his head between his paws again and squeezing his eyes shut.

After some annoyed silence, however, he gave in to her (and her petting) and said, "It is very old. My father's father's father built it, and his father set down the plans before it could be made." He paused for a moment, trying to think of more things to say. "The village in the valley makes very good wine and they harvest it early, so it tastes very tart. It fetches a good price abroad; we float it down the river for trade."

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bookshelved
2010-04-30 06:55 pm UTC (link)

"I would like to see it," she said honestly, also grateful not to talk about the broken people they inhabited for a few moments. "My father's house is small and it's crowded," she said, her tone going wistful. "I do miss him, however, my father," she said softly. "I wonder if he is here somewhere that I could see," she considered, and she sat up enough to run her hand over his fur. "Do you wish we were here more often than we are? Do you remember anything between the last time we saw each other and now?"

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labete
2010-04-30 11:07 pm UTC (link)

"No," he said, simply, to the last question. Time had absolutely no meaning to him; there was here, there was now, and there was not-now and not-here. His situation had made this view a veritable coping mechanism. He opened one blue eye to look back at her. "There is always so much shouting and mess every time we see each other," he complained. "It is very tiresome. You think too much about complications. Your father is very well. Stop worrying." And he promptly shut his eyes again.

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Re: R1

bookshelved
2010-05-01 12:01 am UTC (link)

She agreed about the yelling and the mess, and she too wished they could just get to know one another in the quiet stillness, but she was human, and that meant she did not live in the now. She worried about next month and the month after, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit she thought it unfair that they were allowed one day, while Daniel and Ella (who did a very bad job of things indeed) were give 29 days. "I would like to have more time," she said, despite his firm answer to the contrary, however, she leaned back against his side when she said it. "You should tell him to let her know what he thinks of her," she said, then she smiled at him. "And you should, perhaps, do the same." She said it shyly, with a lowering of her voice, her cheeks tinting pink at her words.

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labete
2010-05-01 04:02 am UTC (link)

He opened one eye into a slit to observe the blush, which he liked very well, though she persisted on carrying on with talking about the man and the girl, who, in his estimation, could very well sort out their own problems or just sit in their own mire, for all he cared. "We do not speak," he said, finally. "You talk to the girl, she talks to you?" The Beast and Daniel had not separate sufficiently to do more than feel each other out on certain things, and only then where they differed. There wasn't much they differed on; the Beast was not exactly complex.

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bookshelved
2010-05-01 04:13 am UTC (link)

She shook her head. "I did not even know her the last time," she admitted, "but this time she's there; I think it's because she's so scared and worried that she's very loud, so I can sense her in a way I couldn't before. She's... different," she said, even though that hardly covered it at all. "She's worried about things that I don't understand. If I was frightened, I would tell you. If you hurt my feelings, I would tell you that also. If I thought you were in love with another, I would ask. She doesn't do any of these things."

She smiled at him then, a sweet smile. "And if I wanted to know what you thought of me, I would ask." She blushed again, cheeks going warm and pink. "What do you think of me?"

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labete
2010-05-01 04:46 am UTC (link)

"You are my Beauty," he said, simply. "You are perfect. I want you to be safe." He nosed her elbow. "And happy. It is not so complicated a thing. I think," he said, flopping back down again and flicking his ear back and forth, "that women needlessly complicate things."

"The man likes to drink," he suggested. "If she is so worried, she could get him very drunk and he would tell her anything she wanted." And for the very first time, he laughed, and it sounded like two rocks grating together under water.

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bookshelved
2010-05-01 05:13 am UTC (link)

She gave him a very stern look, though it did not truly reach her eyes. "You are supposed to be a good influence on him, and that is not being a good influence. You shall try to talk to him," she ordered, then smiled softly. "For me? I would worry less, and then things would be less complicated," she said truthfully. In her mind, if Daniel and Ella were fine, they would be fine. It was as simple (and as complicated) as that. If they were not together then it would be harder for herself and the Beast to find each other. She wondered where his prior Beauty was and if she missed him. It made her frown and hug him around his furry neck silently.

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labete
2010-05-01 05:15 am UTC (link)

The Beast sighed heavily. She was going to be persistent about this. He rolled upright and gave her a long look with the frank blue eyes, then he closed them theatrically and tipped his fuzzy chin toward the roof, as if to commune with the man in his head. Five seconds later he opened his eyes and blinked at her. "He will talk to her, but he won't say anything. Just like always." He flopped down again.

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bookshelved
2010-05-01 05:20 am UTC (link)

"Tell him I am quite displeased," she said, curling up against him when he flopped back down. She didn't sound displeased, however, as she settled against his side. She breathed in the fur and warmth and safety, and she watched her fingers slip through the tawny gold of his fur. She was perfectly quiet for a few minutes, and when she finally spoke it was with enough uncertainty to make the scent of roses swirl around them and vines safely surround the bed (in a non-threatening manner). "I would like to have this more often; this safety and this peace. Is there, do you think, a way?"

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labete
2010-05-01 05:41 am UTC (link)

The Beast lifted one paw high and flopped it over his face, squinching his eyes shut as far as they would go. "Beauty, my love. Please go to sleep, or at least let me sleep. Do you want some diamonds? I can make the man buy you diamonds. He would be very happy to give the girl diamonds if she will not be angry at him. If you let me sleep, I will force him to buy you diamonds."

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bookshelved
2010-05-01 05:49 am UTC (link)

That wiped the worry from her face and replaced it with a bemused smile. "I do not want diamonds, Beast. I want time with you," she said, and she rubbed her cheek against his scruff when she said it (more to cover the warmth the confession brought to her cheeks than for any other reason). The term of endearment made her grin like a girl, unable to keep the smile from her face no matter how she tried.

She climbed gingerly over the bed, past the vines and the mess, and she found a book (it did not matter which one), and she climbed back up beside him with it, and she cracked open the spine as she nestled against his warmth. "Sleep, my sweet Beast."

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