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Letale Narrator--The Bellum Letale Mod Journal (letalenarrator) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-01 23:58:00

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plot: fables

End of the Fables plot
Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
What: The End of the Fables plot. Post your change backs here if you so choose!
Where: Bellum Letale
When: Sunrise
Warnings: All sorts?

As the sun rose over New York, the building twitched again, shuddering and shaking through time and space, a shift so quick that it was nearly invisible. Stories, fairy tales, and fables began to go back into their boxes, closed off from where they'd bled into reality, into the selves of the tenants. The building righted itself as brightness enveloped the city.

Things began to revert to their normal selves, whether they liked it or not. First the hallways, then the doors, and then the people, one by one. Rich finery spun back into 100% cotton, rage melted into confusion and despair. Only the memories stayed, unchanged by the building's influence. And, despite the fights and and the strangeness and the magic of the night, the memories the evening left behind may have been the worst of the aftermath.

[Note: If the sun has not yet neared rising for your character in the Transformation Log feel free to take as much time as you need to finish. The overall building, however, will be moving forward as of this post.]

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sneakingaround
2010-05-02 11:36 pm UTC (link)

The look the men shared was one of mutual dislike and death. Archer, however, didn't back down. Spine straight, body held with a dignity he had never had before, he merely smiled. "Perhaps that is true. But if you go through life afraid of pursuing enlightenment, then you were never worthy of the frontal lobe God saw fit to give you." His smile twitched into a deep smirk. "And that's wasteful."

Clutching his lion hair sample in his left hand, he turned his back on the man and slowly descended the stairs to the first floor. Though he wanted to dwell on this man's stupidity, he knew that he had science to do.

He had a future to create.

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reclamation
2010-05-03 12:01 am UTC (link)

Enlightenment, Will thought as the doctor turned to go further down the stairs, came in many forms. Archer sought it in genetics. For him, science seemed to be all that mattered. Will was already enlightened. You got enlightenment on the battlefield, overnight, in dark, damp places or freezing dry ones, seeing people die, walking over corpses. He may never have seen Vietnam but that only meant he found the same things in different places.

Sure, he hadn't cared. The disgust he should have felt was still slow to come, even twenty years after it had all ended. But he still knew more than some uppity prick with a degree in god only knew what. Biochemistry, was it? He kept going down the stairs until he got to the fourth floor landing and glanced over at Archer as the doctor continued down the stairs, probably totally unaware of how ridiculous he looked, naked and proud like that.

"You should be afraid of enlightenment," he said, not really caring if archer heard him. Then he turned and headed for his room and the empty blackness of sleep. Maybe a glass of something to help him along.

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