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sticksandbones2023-07-10 07:07 pm
sticksandbonesmods) wrote in sticksandbones2023-07-10 07:07 pm
Quick note: The werewolves rejuvenate, so that the siege isn't a one-and-done fight- this is an all night attack. Otherwise, ask things or report any changes here!
i. red moon
( it's been. ??? days since the encounter with the manor. though she can heal others, she can't heal herself beyond her medicines, and she wishes that add were here still to help - especially at night, when the different moons bore down on her. she's always been connected to the moon, worshiped it like a god with a familiar reverence and a pure fondness. she even connected her magic to the moon. and every night it's a different one. it splits her head, like nails- but she persists, regardless. she is a witch, and she will cast.
the moon is red today though. it's- not only does the normal headache come, but it comes with nausea. felicity can be found in her room, curled up with the curtains closed. as always she's tried her medicine, but... )
... Close the door if you're coming in. It's too bright out there.
ii. blood moon
( why did it have to be werewolves? why did it have to be dogs. the first howl has her visibly stiffen, eyes wide- and then the snarling- and the fangs- almost on instinct, she throws a hand out and the windows of the inn are barricaded, but it doesn't change the fact that when you look at her, she's breathing heavily, pale and wide-eyed- )
( it's been. ??? days since the encounter with the manor. though she can heal others, she can't heal herself beyond her medicines, and she wishes that add were here still to help - especially at night, when the different moons bore down on her. she's always been connected to the moon, worshiped it like a god with a familiar reverence and a pure fondness. she even connected her magic to the moon. and every night it's a different one. it splits her head, like nails- but she persists, regardless. she is a witch, and she will cast.
the moon is red today though. it's- not only does the normal headache come, but it comes with nausea. felicity can be found in her room, curled up with the curtains closed. as always she's tried her medicine, but... )
... Close the door if you're coming in. It's too bright out there.
ii. blood moon
( why did it have to be werewolves? why did it have to be dogs. the first howl has her visibly stiffen, eyes wide- and then the snarling- and the fangs- almost on instinct, she throws a hand out and the windows of the inn are barricaded, but it doesn't change the fact that when you look at her, she's breathing heavily, pale and wide-eyed- )
i. elsword continues to make bad decisions
ii. the one (1) good decision under his belt
[Hello friend, are you stuck outside? Are you unable to get back to the inn in one piece? Are you, perhaps, in danger at all? Great news! One (1) heavily-armoured Idiot With A Sword™ is here to defend you!
...this is actually probably an insanely bad idea, considering in the course of being here he's gotten parasited by the forest, attacked by a muckbeast, earned himself TWO electric shocks, and in general has made an enemy of everything here, but like! It's fine! He's fine. Sure, his sword arm is a little wobbly and he seems to be struggling to kill the wolves because of it, and sure they rapidly regenerate, and sure things are looking grim...
...BUT IT'S FINE!]
Go back to the inn. I'll be right behind you.
[Will he, tho. He's currently made himself werewolf-bait, so surely not.]
ii. the one (1) good decision under his belt
[Once Elsword is back inside after having absolutely no chance at a pack of regenerating werewolves, at least not without his full team on his side... he starts checking on everyone. Yes, that includes you, whether he saved you earlier or not.]
Are you injured at all? Let me see.
[If you are, he'll heal you up, meticulously working to make sure your wounds close up properly.]
Felicity...? I'm coming in, if it's fine to.
[ there's a rare voice lately. he's been around, but... evasive. unable to quite hide how easily he tired, and choosing to hide it behind a stiff standoffishness that effectively shut down conversation, that one couldn't always quite put their finger on.
absence was an easy notice, once he emerged from the worst of it (at least for a while)-- and worth checking on each. so, even still a bit more thin and pallid himself, he's shown up to her door with a tray of a tea & tea set he remembered sharing together.
...and the fixings, he'd seen her put in hers. ]
[ there's a rare voice lately. he's been around, but... evasive. unable to quite hide how easily he tired, and choosing to hide it behind a stiff standoffishness that effectively shut down conversation, that one couldn't always quite put their finger on.
absence was an easy notice, once he emerged from the worst of it (at least for a while)-- and worth checking on each. so, even still a bit more thin and pallid himself, he's shown up to her door with a tray of a tea & tea set he remembered sharing together.
...and the fixings, he'd seen her put in hers. ]
Edited 2023-07-11 03:48 (UTC)
Please. You know I can go faster! You sink in your steps right now like stone!
[ Rennuid's voice, stressed and beset by vicious beasts, is a snarl of its own. They're losing ground on this. After he'd emerged from the general store, earlier, to join Tyr'oc's side-- he hadn't seen anyone else peeling off from who-knows-where for them to clear the way inside for.
This equation is beginning to weigh poorly. ]
[ Rennuid's voice, stressed and beset by vicious beasts, is a snarl of its own. They're losing ground on this. After he'd emerged from the general store, earlier, to join Tyr'oc's side-- he hadn't seen anyone else peeling off from who-knows-where for them to clear the way inside for.
This equation is beginning to weigh poorly. ]
Edited 2023-07-11 14:12 (UTC)
( felicity visibly shifts, relief and confusion both instantly washing over her- )
... I thought you were gone, too... Almost everyone is.
( ugh. moving is... not pleasant. but she does manage to force herself to sit up. she blinks at the tea before smiling for perhaps the first time since the manor quest. )
Did you make us tea? Thank you. ... I've missed you.
... I thought you were gone, too... Almost everyone is.
( ugh. moving is... not pleasant. but she does manage to force herself to sit up. she blinks at the tea before smiling for perhaps the first time since the manor quest. )
Did you make us tea? Thank you. ... I've missed you.
( felicity has not been outside since the first howl. she is instead maintaining barriers on the inn, to the best of her ability- keen eyes might notice that her focus wavers and with it, the shielding, sporadically... and she looks immensely frazzled. )
Uh- n-no, no, I'm fine...
Uh- n-no, no, I'm fine...
Being a mimic felt the good bet.
[ conveniently clear nightstand, even if you aren't, normally, we need the W today so right NOW you are. he sets down the tray, and rubs at his left wrist a little after.
the truth weighs on his lips.
perhaps it's Felicity's own state that makes it easier to say something adjacent to it. ]
I have... Days. Add, saw it on me the first day... it's like... [ he looks to the window. ] The moon. Not to her tune. But greater, then smaller, then again.
[ conveniently clear nightstand, even if you aren't, normally, we need the W today so right NOW you are. he sets down the tray, and rubs at his left wrist a little after.
the truth weighs on his lips.
perhaps it's Felicity's own state that makes it easier to say something adjacent to it. ]
I have... Days. Add, saw it on me the first day... it's like... [ he looks to the window. ] The moon. Not to her tune. But greater, then smaller, then again.
1/ yote, inside the store
[ Rennuid came to himself on the floor of the Shopkeeper's store.
He remembered going outside in a daze, moonstruck by its full face. Motion, flowing past the corners of his eyes, as the creeping, crawling things that normally kept him entourage abruptly all turned and fled. silence. and then not.
How he got from point A to B is a mystery that doesn't immediately resolve itself.
He has a little Floor Time to himself, staring at what he figures out, slowly, is red moonlight pouring in the barred windows. Indiscriminate sound from outside resolves next into discernable meaning. He mutters a word, rueful,]
Sinne-qula'taenorr...
[ Wolfsong. And accompanying it, sounds of battle. A hand on the wall, he gets to his feet. They aren't steady. ]
2/ obfuscate
[ can't try and break in to what they can't fffffucking see.
There's a point where it's certain, to him, that no one else is coming to seek shelter in their little huddle of buildings. Rennuid seeps back outside in a puff of dark mist, building back into a slim elfin man on a little ledge on the inn's facade, where he had once stood before to hang a lantern.
He speaks to the pack below in elven.
as he goes on, the flames of each lantern turn to... burning wicks of an absence of light. the one right beside him is last to go. ]
It is the light that drives you to us, is it not? It is the covetous hunger, to rend in twain, to make all alike to yourselves in your pain! To spill, red, and purify; reveal beneath, unto your teeth, the white of bone belied!
But it is not for you.
Dwell with me in darkness, hungry singers. Find each other only by your bleak and heartsore calls.
[ rennuid casts, uh
this. As Bigly as possible. ]
[ Rennuid came to himself on the floor of the Shopkeeper's store.
He remembered going outside in a daze, moonstruck by its full face. Motion, flowing past the corners of his eyes, as the creeping, crawling things that normally kept him entourage abruptly all turned and fled. silence. and then not.
How he got from point A to B is a mystery that doesn't immediately resolve itself.
He has a little Floor Time to himself, staring at what he figures out, slowly, is red moonlight pouring in the barred windows. Indiscriminate sound from outside resolves next into discernable meaning. He mutters a word, rueful,]
Sinne-qula'taenorr...
[ Wolfsong. And accompanying it, sounds of battle. A hand on the wall, he gets to his feet. They aren't steady. ]
2/ obfuscate
[ can't try and break in to what they can't fffffucking see.
There's a point where it's certain, to him, that no one else is coming to seek shelter in their little huddle of buildings. Rennuid seeps back outside in a puff of dark mist, building back into a slim elfin man on a little ledge on the inn's facade, where he had once stood before to hang a lantern.
He speaks to the pack below in elven.
as he goes on, the flames of each lantern turn to... burning wicks of an absence of light. the one right beside him is last to go. ]
It is the light that drives you to us, is it not? It is the covetous hunger, to rend in twain, to make all alike to yourselves in your pain! To spill, red, and purify; reveal beneath, unto your teeth, the white of bone belied!
But it is not for you.
Dwell with me in darkness, hungry singers. Find each other only by your bleak and heartsore calls.
[ rennuid casts, uh
this. As Bigly as possible. ]
Edited 2023-07-11 14:44 (UTC)
RENNUID... RENNUID, DARLING, THEY ARE WOLVES THEY CAN STILL SMELL- does he have any method of defense or staying out of claws range like. c. climbing a tree or something-
[Imagine being Gnosis right now. One moment, he swears he's in his lab on Rhodes Island's landship, dozing off due to being awake for the last forty-eight hours working on his experiments; the next, he blinks, and he's here, and he has no clue where "here" is but there is almost certainly no cell phone signal to carry a distress call back to the Doctor nor anyone else he's certifiably involved with.
He hardly shies away from an adventure, but all the same, he would have preferred knowing where this is before he embarks. This is not Kjerag; the lack of snow-capped peaks say as such. This is not the Landship, for the Landship contains no forests or shoddily-built log cabins that bear glaring similitude to that of his homeland's. This is not Sargon, for the clime is too temperate and crisp, not humid as the jungles nor arid as the deserts. Gnosis crunches numbers in his head, brow scrunched, and as he's lost in thought doing calculations — not Bolivar, not Sami, not Victoria, — he mistakenly opens the wrong door.
The woman's voice snaps him out of his considerations, an ice floe breaking away from the mainland.]
Apologies. I was unaware this room was occupied.
He hardly shies away from an adventure, but all the same, he would have preferred knowing where this is before he embarks. This is not Kjerag; the lack of snow-capped peaks say as such. This is not the Landship, for the Landship contains no forests or shoddily-built log cabins that bear glaring similitude to that of his homeland's. This is not Sargon, for the clime is too temperate and crisp, not humid as the jungles nor arid as the deserts. Gnosis crunches numbers in his head, brow scrunched, and as he's lost in thought doing calculations — not Bolivar, not Sami, not Victoria, — he mistakenly opens the wrong door.
The woman's voice snaps him out of his considerations, an ice floe breaking away from the mainland.]
Apologies. I was unaware this room was occupied.
[Fascinating, to see one with such — as Gnosis knows it — Arts proficiency. A brief observation from where he steadies himself against a nearby wall says that this person seems to have no Arts unit on his person; signs point to the clip in his hair, perhaps, but what an impossibly tiny and useless Arts unit that would be in the first place.
He hums a flat note, momentary interest, though his expression does not afford such displays of emotion. Rennuid recites his poetry, and it sparks reminders of some, hm, quirkier Operators from Rhodes Island.]
Impressive work.
[Hey, hi. He's new here.]
He hums a flat note, momentary interest, though his expression does not afford such displays of emotion. Rennuid recites his poetry, and it sparks reminders of some, hm, quirkier Operators from Rhodes Island.]
Impressive work.
[Hey, hi. He's new here.]
hiiiiii twirls hair (at wolfie. gnosis is a gay man who is not interested in 18 year old witches-)
amethystic
2023-07-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
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oh that's a new voice- enough so that felicity actually uncovers her eyes, sitting up a little with a frown- so many left, but where did he come from? she stares for a moment, before shaking her head.
notably, her eyes are a little red, the blue still pale from her time blinded, and there are dark circles around them. )
You're fine, it's dark in here. But you're... is this your first day here?
( what can she even fill him in on? ... she'll do her best regardless- )
oh that's a new voice- enough so that felicity actually uncovers her eyes, sitting up a little with a frown- so many left, but where did he come from? she stares for a moment, before shaking her head.
notably, her eyes are a little red, the blue still pale from her time blinded, and there are dark circles around them. )
You're fine, it's dark in here. But you're... is this your first day here?
( what can she even fill him in on? ... she'll do her best regardless- )
Well... I'm the closest thing we have to a doctor now, so you'll have to let me know about these things in the future. And what I can do to help. Okay?
( as she speaks she reaches out listlessly to gently squeeze his hand before settling back down to rest. )
... The moon... gods.
( felicity rolls onto her back, covering her eyes with her arms- )
Most witches worship nature. I do. Specifically, the moon. I was so devoted that I wound up tying my magic to her- my soul. Even here the connection remains- but... with the moon constantly shifting, it hurts. Its never the same one, but she has me all the same, and it's- I don't know how to explain it...
( as she speaks she reaches out listlessly to gently squeeze his hand before settling back down to rest. )
... The moon... gods.
( felicity rolls onto her back, covering her eyes with her arms- )
Most witches worship nature. I do. Specifically, the moon. I was so devoted that I wound up tying my magic to her- my soul. Even here the connection remains- but... with the moon constantly shifting, it hurts. Its never the same one, but she has me all the same, and it's- I don't know how to explain it...
[It is, all things considered, a terrible idea to not just camp out somewhere and wait it out. But at the same time, there aren't many people left, and Elsword considers himself one of the few who can handle this threat and come out on the other side fine.
Were he functioning, Rennuid's words would make him feel competitive. But they don't. Elsword merely continues hacking at wolves with his sword, shooting out blasts of magic, and generally just trying to hold firm until he knows everyone is inside.]
I'd be in better shape if my armour weren't damaged. [Stubborn as ever.] I'm not tired enough to slow down—
[A werewolf flies out at Rennuid while his back is turned, and Elsword shouts:]
GET DOWN!
[And he blasts the thing with as much magic as he can muster, which... if these things didn't regenerate, might've been overkill.]
Were he functioning, Rennuid's words would make him feel competitive. But they don't. Elsword merely continues hacking at wolves with his sword, shooting out blasts of magic, and generally just trying to hold firm until he knows everyone is inside.]
I'd be in better shape if my armour weren't damaged. [Stubborn as ever.] I'm not tired enough to slow down—
[A werewolf flies out at Rennuid while his back is turned, and Elsword shouts:]
GET DOWN!
[And he blasts the thing with as much magic as he can muster, which... if these things didn't regenerate, might've been overkill.]
[...?]
You're upset.
[His emotions don't work, but that doesn't mean he can't read others with some amount of aptitude.]
Are you okay? Are you tired? Your magic...
You're upset.
[His emotions don't work, but that doesn't mean he can't read others with some amount of aptitude.]
Are you okay? Are you tired? Your magic...
( something is trying to chew through the magic bars on the windows and she doesn't hesitate to charge it with lightning- )
... Reeeeally not... great with dogs. Wolves. Wolf things. I don't know-
... Reeeeally not... great with dogs. Wolves. Wolf things. I don't know-
[Elsword tilts his head, and offers the only thing he knows how to offer.]
...do you want a hug?
...do you want a hug?
... Yes.
( ignore how small she feels when she says that- hugs would be great. they'd be so great. even if they are in the midst of a siege. )
( ignore how small she feels when she says that- hugs would be great. they'd be so great. even if they are in the midst of a siege. )
The smarter of the werewolves will absolutely be trying to get to him. They will not be deterred. The ones who will look him directly in the eye and start looking for ways up are the ones to really watch out for. Good luck, keep me updated!
[It's okay to feel small, man. Elsword would say that much if he knew, but he doesn't; what he does know, and still firmly believes, is that hugs make things better. She's occupied with magic, but he wiggles up under her arms and hugs her anyway. She won't even have to break the spell.]
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
( oh what the fuck elsword, that is adorable. we love a man who can give hugs without breaking the spellcasting process. if only she could hug back right now, honestly- but no, her hands are covered in pure magic and she does not need him zapped or something. )
... Yeah... thank you. And I'll give you a proper hug once we're out of this mess.
( ...
one of the windows is starting to crack. shit. )
... Yeah... thank you. And I'll give you a proper hug once we're out of this mess.
( ...
one of the windows is starting to crack. shit. )
[ Will Cast Prestidigitation a bunch of times to attempt to make the werewolves confused with a bunch of different smells. She notices what Rennuid does and follows up with her own ideas! ]
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