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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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Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises)

lemortvivant
2010-05-01 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Erik tended to lose track of what went on around him whenever he was composing, and the same applied when he began to play a piece, whether it be on the violin or the piano. Christine may have recoiled at his touch, she may have been unable to look upon his face when he didn't have his mask; but despite all that he knew his music was different. It was what had drawn her to him as the Angel of Music, what had kept her with him... until she learned that he was just Erik, not an angel at all.

He didn't notice that she'd fallen asleep until he reached the end, and any bit of harshness remaining in his gaze disappeared entirely when he looked upon her sleeping form. "Christine," he sighed softly, moving quietly to stand over her.

She couldn't be afraid of him when she was asleep - he could even pretend that they were like any other couple when she was like this, instead of knowing what he was beneath the mask. Le mort vivant, the living dead. He sighed again, letting a gloved hand ghost over her hair before turning away, beginning to play again in an attempt to occupy himself until she awoke.

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