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Tweak says, "goddamn BEES"

Valterri Niemi (_powerplay) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2013-06-01 22:08:00

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#group scene, 2009-09-27, hiro, isolde, linnea, valterri

hush little babies don't say a word
Who: Linnea, Isolde, Hiro, Valterri
Where: GOOD QUESTION AMIRITE
When: See above

The air was scented with dirt and grass and crisp autumn leaves. All good smells. Valterri must have left his bedroom window open last night. Only, no. That wasn't right. The light dancing behind the cells of his eyelids was all wrong. As he started to force his eyes open he felt strange. Disoriented. It took several long breaths of staring at the branches above him that he realized what was so wrong. It was like living inside of a black and white movie.

Things started to come back to him. He'd still been at the dance. He'd never admit to it, but he'd been honestly surprised at at least not getting on the court. He laughed it off and watched Rico and that SOAR chick dance, and then. . . and then . . . ? He remembered standing next to someone who was up one minute, and down the next. He'd turned to see what the hell had happened, and realized he was losing the fight with gravity himself. That had been it. He forced himself to sit up. He felt more or less okay, but stilll. . . slow. Like something was working its way out of his system. The lack of color was disorienting, but he still knew his mother's shape. Linnea Niemi crumpled on the ground was a familiar sight to the Niemi children, and even though his father was dead it still made Valterri's heart catch in his throat. He crawled over to his mother, for now willing to not deal with the blank and what insanity. He could deal with that after he confirmed his mother still had a pulse.

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teenfae
2013-06-02 05:13 am UTC (link)

Time came back slowly to Hiro. His head throbbed a little, though that may have had to do with the punch rather than the actual...falling over to the floor. Clutching at his head, Hiro tried to regain control of himself as his eyes Turned a solid color and then turned back into its seamed form. Not that Hiro necessarily could see it himself, but he felt the slip in his powers. Blinking, Hiro willed his eyes to refocus as the world swirled around him. He thought he was having hallucinations, but he quickly recognized that he'd seen this before. A little while ago, but he remembered what fae magic looked like. The weird thing was that...he couldn't see past it. He was, frankly, just a little scared at the knowledge that this was some serious magic.

Getting up to his knees, Hiro blinked twice as he realized he couldn't see. Turning his head, he noticed two slumped figures. He recognized one of them as Issy. He opened his mouth to call out to her, but nothing came out. Of course not. More magic. He got to his feet slowly, trying to comfort himself at the idea that this was familiar territory. Faes didn't hurt other people. Played tricks, yes, but not...harm. Not murder. And probably not one of their own. They must recognize him as one of them. Unless they were Unseelie. In which case, they might hold a grudge against his Seelie heritage. Clearing his throat soundlessly, he moved towards Issy to touch her shoulder. She was alive and breathing, so he shook a little harder. He looked over at the other two people. He wasn't worried. Everyone was alive, though maybe a little worse for wear. They had to play this game, whatever the game was, to get out of it. The magic was too strong to try and fight. He hoped the others understood that and wouldn't try to magick the situation away. That would be BAD.

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___weatherly
2013-06-02 06:35 am UTC (link)

She was lying in the dirt. Isolde was on her side, and she couldn't get her eyes to open more than a little bit, but she was definitely lying in the dirt. It smelled like dirt, but it was grey. My dress... she thought, feeling a groggy sense of distress. She'd been so careful not to get so much as a drop of punch on it (before she'd just stopped drinking punch altogether because it tasted funny and kind of hurt her throat), and now she was lying in grey dirt. She frowned and checked to see if she still had her sash - she was so proud of that sash, and she couldn't wait to show her mom - and then her eyes snapped open. She remembered the dance. She did not remember leaving the dance. Why was she looking at grey dirt. And grey grass. And... after tilting her head to the side, grey... Hiro?

Oh, jeez, what's going on? She gingerly began to push herself up, being oh so careful of her dress, and groaned slightly. Then she froze dead. She cleared her throat. Nothing. No sound. No color, and no sound. She'd always perceived both of these things exceptionally well, because that was what air elementals did. Nothing. Now her heart started to pound. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but nothing came out.