ᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇʏ (lightforce) wrote in sevendevilslog, @ 2020-09-14 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: czernabog, ainsley carrow |
keep the light on | czernabog plot
Ainsley had never felt this tired in her life.
She might still be young, might've never seen anything like this, but from seeing the panic around her, she was sure she wasn't the only one. Gathering people in the Town Hall was the standard it seemed, those who didn't feel safe, or who needed somewhere to stay. She'd seen more than a few supernatural beings slink in, nursing wounds, unsure if they could stay. Ainsley directed the ones she knew would be better away from the general public towards other areas of the building, letting them corner away as wounds healed at rates normal people might not understand.
She knew that both covens in the town were making sure that as much protection was afforded to the Town Hall as they could, but there was no guarantee that something wouldn't get in.
Ainsley wasn't a fighter, she couldn't really battle these things. Couldn't attack like wolves, she wasn't really brave enough to test her strength either. But she could protect people if she focused.
There was a billboard down the street, just at the start of the block, Ainsley focused on her stores of light and pushed them at that, lighting it up like a beacon. Across from that was a store, she was pretty sure that was the wallpaper and blinds store, the window panes lit up like neon when she pushed into there.
Behind the Town Hall, she lit up the storage containers, effectively creating something of a perimeter to keep those shadow beasts away. The light seemed to send them hissing away. Made sense, they were made of darkness, she could feel that much.
It meant, so long as she stayed alert, she could keep the Town Hall safe. Could keep things away.
She didn't think she'd be doing it for three days though. Didn't think she had much left to give. Her lightforce stores were starting to run out by the fourth day, or night, or whatever. She could sense the items she lit up fading, could feel her own energy lagging somewhat; her hair was duller, her skin turning sallow, eyes losing brightness. She needed walls to keep her upright, needed to keep jolting herself to attention.
The shadows were aware too. Circling the area, sapping up more of the surrounding energy.
She didn't think they'd come for her. No, they seemed more interested in the dark witches, in the vampires, in the creatures more opposite to her. Not that it mattered. Ainsley wasn't going to let the light fall until she passed out. Even if it took every last shred of her power to do it.