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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: 504; 3:40
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-03 04:24 am UTC (link)
"You saved a ward of the King," Marian protested, unsure if the man's humility was charming or irksome. "The King will be pleased."

Now that they were inside her chambers, Marian hesitated, unsure of how else to proceed. Daisy was swooning with excitement but Marian felt distinctly anxious. "Javert--" The name was reassuring, at least, French and somewhat civilized. "Thank you for your services. If you'll order my lady's maid, I would appreciate it." Perhaps the man could achieve what she so far could not.

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Re: 504; 3:40
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-03 04:28 am UTC (link)
He inclined his head, letting it drop. Doing more would call too much attention to it. "As you wish."

There was a pause as he inspected her and the room again. "I beg your pardon?" That wasn't something that fell under his duties in any state - Luther or himself - and he wasn't sure, precisely what she meant by it. Trying to make sense of it he attempted to look and see how many bedrooms there were - if there was a maid, she more than likely slept there. "Does she live here?"

If that was the case there was no reason to stay - the street urchin would be a fool to attack a home with two people in it. Women of a lower class as well did seem to be better with these situations.

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Re: 504; 3:40
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-03 04:58 pm UTC (link)
Her expression was bemused and puzzled when she glanced at him. "Of course she lives here," Marian replied in English, and she frowned at Javert, indicating the castle. "Like you..." Her voice dropped as she straightened, worried again. Was the man an impostor, the alleged woman merely a ruse to get her alone in her chambers?

"Are you one of the Sheriff's men?" The question was asked as casually as Marian could manage -- she wasn't as artful as many of the other courtiers -- but she kept her gaze on the roaring fireplace at far wall.

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Re: 504; 3:40
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-03 05:14 pm UTC (link)
Explaining that he didn't live here, but that Luther did seemed impossible. Javert's expression tightened and he moved to step away. "If I knew how, I would call her. My low upbringing hasn't given me the knowledge." It wasn't that he hid his origins - in fact, he could be proud of how far he'd come. There was just the simple fact he didn't know what to do for this puzzling woman.

He watched her for a moment and took a gamble with the truth. "No. It's an English concept." There was a moment to pause before Javert moved towards the door.

"I'm willing to keep guard until your maid returns. Otherwise, I could leave you be...with less promise of protection." It wasn't meant to manipulate, but he didn't trust Eponine.

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Re: 504; 3:40
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-03 05:23 pm UTC (link)
His responses puzzled her but the promise at the end was all she cared about. With a firm nod, she indicated the chaise by the fire, giving Javert her most queenly nod. "Will you be comfortable with that, or do you need more rugs?" Her bed was piled with furs and woolen blankets, more than enough for her and her unusual guest.

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Re: 504; 3:40
[info]sentinelstar
2010-05-03 05:28 pm UTC (link)
The rugs were looked at with an amused smile - he'd not planned to sleep and even so, had dealt with worse. "It'll be fine," he said, tilting his head towards her.

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Re: 504; 3:45
[info]mostloyallover
2010-05-03 06:58 pm UTC (link)
"Good night, then." She felt a little uneasy leaving the stranger at her outer chamber, but it was an ungodly hour and she should be in her bed. It would be worse for her to be found awake then kept guarded, she reasoned, and so Marian gave the strange man a nod and retreated into her room, closing the heavy wooden door firmly. She tried to ignore the small voice in the back of her head that was shrieking with joy about a man sleeping in her 'apartment', whatever that was. Marian was not amused.

Keeping the fur robe on -- ignoring the squealing protests from the 'other' girl-- Marian wiggled under her covers and closed her eyes, trying make herself go to sleep -- even as she strained to hear the man in the other room.

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