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Entry tags:
- *open,
- daria morgendorffer | melody powers,
- edward nygma | riddler,
- julian keller | hellion,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- karkat vantas | threshecutioner,
- minako arisato | the wild card,
- mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- mordin solus | the professor,
- nill | n/a,
- peter parker | spider-man,
- rick bradbury | n/a,
- rin tohsaka | n/a,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † curt connors | n/a,
- † cyd sherman | codex,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † klarion bleak | the witch-boy,
- † michiko malandro | the fuck is this,
- † sherlock holmes | the consultant,
- † shinji ikari | third child,
- † zatanna zatara | zatanna
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
WHO: Everyone who's signed up for the Shadow Märchen plot and the people who get involved with them.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: February 1st through February 9th. Specify the dates when you tag in.
WARNINGS: Probably a lot, since this is a festival of dark sides.
SUMMARY: The City plays host to a twisted theater of the mind as numerous imPorts become darkened, monstrous versions of themselves.
FORMAT: To be chosen by the thread-starters.
The start of a new month shouldn't mean anything special for the City--but this time, it does. Even if it's only because of an accident.
The pull of despair within each victim might come from nowhere, or it might seem like the most natural extension in the world of their current circumstances. However it manifests, the results come quickly: one living shadow all too eager to broadcast its nature far and wide, attached to a monstrous witch that warps the world around it in order to feel at home.
Where once there was an ordinary building, there now might lurk the entrance to a distorted dimension controlled by one of those witches. Where once there was a friend, there's probably now a monster. Can't find the friend that's become this monster? Don't worry too much about missing the chance--the familiars of their witch roam the streets looking for those who can be dragged into the labyrinth.
But take heart: what's within is still the same familiar person...in its own way.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: February 1st through February 9th. Specify the dates when you tag in.
WARNINGS: Probably a lot, since this is a festival of dark sides.
SUMMARY: The City plays host to a twisted theater of the mind as numerous imPorts become darkened, monstrous versions of themselves.
FORMAT: To be chosen by the thread-starters.
The start of a new month shouldn't mean anything special for the City--but this time, it does. Even if it's only because of an accident.
The pull of despair within each victim might come from nowhere, or it might seem like the most natural extension in the world of their current circumstances. However it manifests, the results come quickly: one living shadow all too eager to broadcast its nature far and wide, attached to a monstrous witch that warps the world around it in order to feel at home.
Where once there was an ordinary building, there now might lurk the entrance to a distorted dimension controlled by one of those witches. Where once there was a friend, there's probably now a monster. Can't find the friend that's become this monster? Don't worry too much about missing the chance--the familiars of their witch roam the streets looking for those who can be dragged into the labyrinth.
But take heart: what's within is still the same familiar person...in its own way.
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The witch spreads its wings, anger growing. The familiars abruptly stop, moving back. Nill's shadow-creature moves forward, talons scraping on the concrete, anger in its eyes.
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The rage on his face ebbed, leaving him looking merely driven and a bit perplexed. He wasn't sure if he could reason with her, not when she looked like that - moved like that. But if it was still Nill in there, he couldn't harm her. No matter what she did to him. He braced himself, even though he had a clear moment in which to dodge or escape. Not Sanji, he wasn't just going to abandon her. "Miss Nill..."
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The thought is startling and almost makes her pause. But she continues to advance, mulling over it, confusion growing as she gets closer. Of course he should say her name, she decides, he's hers. And she shouldn't harm anything that's hers. Except he's been hurting her familiars--remembering as much makes her frown, and the dogs growl again in response. But the familiars have backed off now, at least, to give her space to advance. The witch stops in front of Sanji and tilts its head. What else do you have to say? it wonders.
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"What happened to you?" he asked in a low tone. "I wish you could tell me...I would do what I could to fix it. I always do what I can to save you." He remembered Venezuela. Damn, why does this shit always have to happen to her? She doesn't deserve to be tortured like this!
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But she can't.
The other voice is quiet, hardly there, and so the witch ignores it. All it does is shake its head slightly, lips closing over its teeth and expression warping to one of sadness. It doesn't think there's anything he can do.
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He wasn't the type to stop if there wasn't anything he could kick. Unlike his thick-headed crewmates, he knew how to use his brain. If he could talk the Nill-harpy into escaping with him, maybe someone else could figure this whole phenomenon out and help her. Anything, to see if this horrific shape could be returned to the cuteness he expected out of Nill. He reached to take her hand in the hopes of encouraging her.
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Because it isn't right.
Ignoring the voice is becoming more difficult, but the witch is still trying. It's frustrating, though. Her great wings flap, and she tries to go through what he's said. But no, she can't actually leave. All the witch does is shake its head, and starts backing up. She'll leave him to her familiars. It's better that way. He's hers, but he doesn't want to be. And she's a lot of things--but forcing people to do things against their will isn't one of them.
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He was aware of the dogs and birds starting to close back in on him, but he steadfastly ignored them. Only when they attacked would he retaliate. He wanted to get through to Nill if he could, mainly because he didn't know what else to do. That seemed like a nice, open, generic strategy. Getting her to cooperate was the first step in finding a way to reverse the harpy-ness, Sanji figured.
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He rounded on a dog coming a little too close, but held back from kicking it - it looked ready to evade him, anyway. "You're not helping!" he snarled at it.
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He glanced over his shoulder at her, unsure what was going on but figuring it was safe to keep talking even as the birds hovered overhead. "Are they...listening to you? Can you call them off?"
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As long as there wasn't anything attacking him, it wasn't a difficult order to obey. He smiled gently. "You know I can't say no to you, Miss Nill. As long as you're safe..."
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He glanced around, mostly just to be sure he wasn't going to be attacked from behind, and then breathed a sigh. "I don't know what any of this is, but it doesn't really matter. I don't care. So if it's important to you...well, you can tell me or not, either way. It won't change the fact that I'm your friend, Miss Nill. Promise. Pirate's promise."
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The city slowly shrinks as well, becoming the church once again. And she's just Nill, exhausted and uncertain, dazed.
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Sanji held still, only glancing around to make sure no one else was intruding on the strange moment. "It's all right," he said soothingly. "I've got you, Miss Nill. You're all right."
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Sorry. The word is faint, but she manages to convey it anyway. She's never had to concentrate on her power so hard. Sorry.
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Poor Nill, always getting caught up in things beyond anyone's control. It was enough to make a gentleman angry at whoever's power caused it this time. It didn't look like anything Nill herself was capable of - warping space into a labyrinth, transforming into a half-monster? That was definitely new and different. At least it seemed to be over now.
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