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Some Reality Mods (somerealitymods) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-08-03 06:31:00

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FEAR PLOT

FEAR PLOT

The fears we don’t face become our limits.

DATES: Saturday, August 3 - Tuesday, August 6

SUMMARY: Ostrich Villa residents wake up to an eerie, black sky. Dark ghost-like creatures confront those brave enough to venture out. Those confronted not only feel dread and cold when these creatures approach, but also face their worst fears. The creatures seem invincible; neither magical nor lay means kill them. The sun does not come up while the creatures roam Goodland.

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• Character Summaries
• Creature Confrontations
• Medical/Emotional
• Attention & Aftermath

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CREATURE CONFRONTATIONS: Edmund Pevensie & Open

justed
2019-08-03 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Nothing set warning bells ringing for Edmund like an unprompted reassurance. He didn't quite panic at the mysterious text message, but he did strap his newly regained sword to his waist when he set out of the apartment. The lack of sunlight during what certainly ought to be daytime hours made him uneasy - not to the point of losing his head but enough to send a chill down his spine. Predictably, with the darkness the temperature dropped. A break in the August heat wasn't such a bad thing, but it was quickly dipping past comfortable and into icy. Edmund wiped clammy hands on his trouser legs.

As he passed the mouth of an alley, Edmund heard a rattling sound and turned. He'd faced some monstrous looking beasts in Narnia, some similar but none exactly like this. It looked like one of the Fell, something out of the White Witch's army of monsters, as soon as he had the thought more rushed in around him: werewolves, hags, Toadstools, and the dark spirits of corrupted trees. Edmund drew his sword, but the throng of monsters did not attack. Instead, they gave way before him, opening a narrow pathway to where a tall, white-clad figure stood waiting.

"Edmund." The last time he'd heard that voice outside of nightmares had been on board the Dawn Treader as the ship neared Dark Island. The last time he'd seen her in the flesh had been at the Fords of Beruna. A stabbing, burning in his stomach reminded him of that battle, but although she held both deadly weapons in her hand - the wand of gold and crystal and the knife of stone - she did not make a move with either, except to open her arms wide. "My little prince."

Edmund walked forward, sword held out in front of him, but Jadis only smiled at his approach. She was still feet taller than him, even taller than she had seemed when he was nine - a decade or millenia ago. In another case, he wouldn't have said it was possible, but in hers he didn't question.

We might have visitors. So the message had said. Do not panic.

He wasn't nine years old any more or caught in nightmares of when he had been, although the air around him continued to grow colder and his heart thudded. "This isn't your world," he said clearly as he reached her.

"Oh, Edmund." The tinkling laughter sounded like breaking glass. He shouldn't know the sound that well. "It is your world," she said, lowering now empty hands to his shoulders. He prepared to strike, but she was suddenly behind him, a veil of wind and ice and snow white mantle whirling around him and then parting to reveal what her robes had hidden before.

Peter, still and gray, head turned to some sight that had just caught his attention while his right hand clutched a pouch that had once been cloth but was now the same cold granite as the hand. Lucy, leaning forward, half out of her seat, arm raised to wave as if the most genius of sculptors had bound all her boundless life into a moment of stone. Susan, paused in the act of drawing her compact from her handbag, looking at him over the tiny mirror with eyes to full of terror to be merely stone.

Edmund felt the fingers that could snap iron bars dig into his shoulders. Sick and nerveless, he felt his own grip weaken, and the sword fell from his left hand. The fell beasts drew in close around them again, and he struggled for air. "Your world," the silky voice continued, "is mine."

A moment later the grip on his shoulders was gone, and Edmund found himself doubled over in the back of the alley, his sword on the ground beside him, retching into a pile of rubbish in the corner. When he came to himself, all of it - Jadis, the beasts, the statues - was gone save for the images burned on the back of his eyelids, but it seemed he still was not alone.

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CREATURE CONFRONTATIONS: Edmund Pevensie & Natasha Romanoff

comespywithme
2019-08-05 02:58 am UTC (link)

She couldn't sit still so Natasha headed out into the darkness with no idea of what to expect. There were strange white creatures floating around but none approached her so she skirted around them, looking for someone who needed help. She was also scanning the roofs because she hadn't seen Clint or heard from him and that would be the most logical place for him to go. He always went up when he needed to help or hide in some cases, it was where he felt more comfortable.

Natasha was hurrying past an alley when she heard someone throwing up. Not her favorite thing in the world but she turned into the alley and saw Edmund. She didn't know him that well but she had spoken to him on the network and she knew that he was Rose's roommate. "Edmund," she said approaching him slowly. "It's Natasha. Can I help you? Are you okay?" She wasn't sure how spooked he was and there was a sword lying next to him. The last thing she wanted was to find herself facing the end of a blade.

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