solstice rpg

Who: Sibyl and Kaz
When: The wee hours of the morning.
Where: The garden at their home.

It was a longer run up the mountain than Sibyl would have wanted. Without the use of her shadows, she had to climb overland. Given her vampiric state, this wouldn't have been so bad except that she couldn't make herself travel in a straight line. She cut away from home, curving along the opposite slope for more than an hour before doubling back. She didn't think Lux would follow her - not tonight - but he may pick up her trail another day. She had to ensure that it wouldn't be that easy to do so and perhaps he would give up before he found her home.

At just past midnight, she slipped out of the treeline behind her garden, the silk of her robe fluttering against her muddy calves. A leaf clung to her uncurled hair. She was in a total state of windblown dishabille. Now that home was within sight, she realized she would have to explain to her love why he was going to see her in such a state. As she padded through the embryonic garden, she considered and discarded any number of scenarios.

( Something terribly strange has happened. )

Who: Sibyl and Lux
When: Around 7pm
Where: The edge of chaos

Sibyl was not herself tonight. She had changed before, and so she was well aware of what it was like to have a part of you taken away. Even such a vital part as one's heartbeat. Now, the next most important part of her was gone. She didn't wake every evening and immediately begin working elemental magic, but today she noticed its absence right away. When her elegant freezer door opened and she sat up from the silky cushions that Kaz had fitted it with, everything was still.

( A Not Entirely Welcome Old Friend Comes To Town )

Who: Sibyl and Kaz
When: night
Where: the new house
Rating: NSFW

It had been a simple thing to secure a moving company. There was more furniture coming, of course, but Kaz wanted his love to have her own things in their new abode. He'd assured her that he would personally oversee the move, and he would make sure that none of them went near her sleeping quarters. She'd packed her belongings in the old-fashioned steamer trunks and boxes, and he made sure the men were as quiet as possible. Then it was off to his own home on Eldritch to get some essentials. He foresaw himself spending far more time on the Darkwater side, but keeping plenty of comforts on the island.

Once it was all done and the workers were paid, Kaz drove back to the shabby cabin Sibyl was currently residing in. The sun was on it's way down, but he was sure she wasn't awake yet. He took a bit of time to prep the shack for her departure, scattering white rose petals all over the dirty floor. He left a prepaid cellular phone on the countertop where she would see it and a card which gave instructions to call him when she was ready to go to their new home.

He had to give the lady her ample time after waking, after all.

( Things Might Last After All )

Who: Sibyl and Kaz
Where: The rear garden of Kaz's new mountain home.
When: Very early Tuesday morning.

Sibyl hadn't gone far since her admission in the kitchen of the new house. She'd crawled under the house to sleep, pressing herself into a dark fissure of rock beneath it. She'd woken to feeling a bit ill and worried about her heath for a while but the feelings had dissipated after her nightly hunt. After returning to the house she had cleaned herself up and then quickly slipped out the back door again.

Kaz had left his keys with her and so she'd used the car, driving until she'd located a Wal-Mart. Gardening supplies, flats of poesies and other easy little flowers were bought. She'd have to order the rarer plants she had in mind, pungent night-bloomers. For now, though, cleaning up the gardens would keep her busy and out of trouble. Ordinarily she didn't worry too much about the sort of trouble she caused wherever she went but tonight felt as though she ought to stick close to...well, if not home, then where she'd been left.

( Do you wish to harm me? )

Who: Sibyl and Kaz
Where: Sibyl's house on Foggy Branch Rd.
When: Past midnight on Monday morning.

Sibyl was more than a little bit grateful to find that Kaz had not returned as she had slept away the daylight hour of Sunday. Night had been a long time in coming and she had been awake well before sunset. She'd spent the time pacing restlessly through the dark and under-furnished rooms. She had not fed the night before, nor had she since she had arrived in Darkwater. Her intense thirst had driven out of the death-like day sleep in her satin-lined freezer in the basement. Outside, she could feel the shadows lengthen outside and found herself straining to hear the distant heartbeats of her nearest neighbours.

She debated long and hard with herself. She knew that she would have no trouble slipping into their home and killing them where they slouched on their worn tweed couches. She also debated ranging further up the road and perhaps stirring up some trouble in the hospital there. Perhaps a few snapped locks could cover up her feed with modus operandi. In the end, she heard her mark come right on past. Santiago had asked her to claim the young lovers under the pier but what of the ones who took refuge in the dark and mysterious woods?

When the time came she opened her back door and tugged at the satin belt of her cream coloured house coat. The material whispered over ghostly pale skin and fell in a range of snowy hillocks at her feet. She daintily stepped over them and sprang off of the porch. She ran so fast that the dry needles beneath the sweeping pine trees barely shifted in her passing. The damp and mossy earth didn't depress under her weight.

( Where To Lay Blame? )

Who: Sibyl and Kaz
Where: The edge of Vapor's property, then Sibyl's abode
When: Very late.

It had been too tempting. Even from here (though downwind) Sibyl could smell all of the blood. The fact that the occupants of the building were dancing, sweating and engaging in intoxicants helped. As the wind caressed the vampiress' face she let her lashes drift close. She forced air into her long-still lungs and savored all of the secrets it told her. Even if she wasn't still capable of hearing it's song, it would bring her everything she needed to know.

She'd promised not to cause any trouble at his party and because he was the Son of Metal, she felt honour-bound to keep it. Even if it was metal, her least allied element. He hadn't impressed her with his feminine ways, even with the old fashioned dance. He'd tried to appeal to her frozen timeline but the fact was that he was unable to linger in his past like she did. Everything about Santiago was modern. There was no place in the modern world for a monster like her.

So now, she waited. She'd keep her promise to the letter but that didn't mean she wasn't willing to snap up the first victim to set foot off of his property. She was lying in wait. They would have to come out sometime.

( I would very much like it if you didn't disappear. )

Who: Santiago and OPEN
Where: The marina party!
When: Twilight-ish (no, not the book!!)

Today, Santiago stood out. But he didn't stand out quite as badly as if he were wearing a skirt. No, he was just all punked out today, with ripped jeans and chains and jewelry of various kinds, often with chains coming from them, and three layers of shirts, each with a different sleeve and hem length. Black and white only, with silvery eyeshadow, black lipstick, and streaks of platinum white in his long hair. The glance in the mirror on his way out the door had put him in mind almost of a mime, or perhaps the recent (to his mind) cult idol Edward Scissorhands. Santiago knew his hair looked much better, though.

All in all, he was getting plenty of looks, that was for sure, which was the plan. He was also bestowing charming smiles and flirty air-kisses and cheerful waves generously on everyone, chatting up anyone who would listen, quite firmly in the role of the punk who was definitely not dark, no matter how he looked.

Because he'd paid his five dollars, Santiago got himself some ice cream, and turned away from the vendor, scanning the crowd with interest. Who to hone in on next and make some conversation with?

Who: Sibyl
Where: The backyard of a rather non-descript home on Foggy Branch Road
When: Tuesday, The Witching Hour.

Once upon a time there was a war which had, at first, seemed so far away. Half way around the world strange dictators were moving their men across the borders, into the trenches and killing them. The bodies piled up and the blood ran like rivers, giving sustenance to fields upon fields of poppies.

One of these men, a doctor, was writing home to his wife. It was damn hard to prevent the blood on his hands from staining the paper and he hoped like hell that travel would obscure the stains a little. Maybe it would benefit from being held out in the rain a while, he wondered. He'd hated to leave her, his Daisy May. His dancing girl, his laughing wife. She'd been all of the light in the world as far as he was concerned. Even so, his calling...well, that took precedence over everything else. He'd had to leave his children and go and fight. He thought of his boys often, chasing each other under the big trees in their yard back on Foggy Branch Rd.

He was thinking of them then, pen hovering above the paper, when the bullet he never even felt blew his chest open. Blood spattered the page and he frowned, even as he was slowly, ever so slowly, tipping over onto his side.

( Witnesses )