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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 6:52 am
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Study
Bree flinched as her movement sent pain through her back. Her head snapped up as the female began to finally say something, though it certainly wasn't what Bree wanted to hear. Her eyes went wide at the sight of her mouth- guess she shouldn't be surprised by it. Nothing she had done thus far seemed logical. Though the sight of it did send chills down her sides.
Her eyes finally shot back to her husband who was now in her face. Had he been talking to her? She hadn't noticed though now she nodded furiously at him and mouthed a sorry. The girl had been so peaceful, so curious, now look what she had made her into! Bree touched his chest gently in a sort of thank you as he brushed her hair from her face. She was so glad she wasn't facing this alone.
She turned her attention then to getting back up. Brethren? She hadn't meant to attack her or anyone else who may be in there. That didn't seem relevant to the girl, but Bree had to make her understand, had to fix this mess. She carefully pushed herself off of the ground, trying to protect whatever had been hit during her air bound moment, all while clenching her jaw to keep her ear drums from shattering at the noise. When she got up a strange light caught her eye- Feral. He was using his magic!? What was he doing!? She then noticed the objects flying back towards the ghost.
“NO!” Bree screamed on the top of her lungs. She lept at Feral, throwing her shoulder into him in hopes that it would knock his concentration and knock the items down before they could sail through the girl again. That is what got them here, she couldn’t have him upset them as well! She met her mark and bounced back, stumbling on her feet and falling in front of the see-through female. She titled her head back, hands going to her ears as she shouted over the noise, “It wasn't meant as an attack!” she pleaded allowing herself to stay on her knees hoping they'd take it as a humble gesture. “I-i have never met someone like you before. I was taken by surprise and my fight or flight reaction took over common sense! I wasn't thinking, please!”
She hunched her shoulders in a sort of protective measure. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably in fear, but she knew she had started this so she needed to be the one to fix it. She pressed her hands hard against her ears to keep her hands from shaking. She didn't know how much more of the wailing she could take, “Please, if there is a way to make it up to you and your... brethren...” her voice trailed off as she realized she could be offering a terrible thing for herself.
BUT she really didn't want to die or be haunted the rest of her life so it made sense. Right? Oh why didn't they just stay home with the kids... Oh her babies...
Playroom
”ARG! THEY FOUND US!” Mama Blues wailed as she headed for the exit. Between her handing the plate to the bird female and walking out with Svida, a few interesting things had began to conspire. Far off sounding screeches, silverware rattling, certainly things that would alarm them of danger! As she dragged the other out she glanced over her shoulder in time to see an outpouring of fairie like creatures- they certainly did breed here!
She didn't really realize how she was dragging the other by the hood of her cloak, but Mama Blue's fast pace didn't allow her to stop and check on the other till they had found a new haven. When her eyes landed on all of the toys, she felt such relief and released the other before leaning heavily on the door. They had managed to get away from another scene unscathed. She gave off a heavy sigh before opening her eyes as the other spoke. “Commune?” she said under her breath. Hadn't the other said they couldn't fight off Nimwaps? Oh! Perhaps they couldn't fight them if they appeared, but could keep them away! Oh, yes, good.
Mama Blues watched the other to see what this communing thing was or how it went. She blinked madly as the other sat herself down on a rocking chair and in a very eerie way began to rock so slow on it the creaking sound would drive anyone insane. Fortissimo's eye twitched slightly as creeeeak, creeeeeak, creeeeeeeeeeeak began to assault her ear drums.
She hurried over to her own spot in order to distract her mind. It was in the shape of a wooden cart she had seen people riding in back in Mannehaten. She smiled at the small memory, a pang of sorrow hitting her heart, but a more annoying sound hitting her ears. She climbed into it, doing her best to wiggle her behind in without getting stuck, her hoofed legs splaying out in a very un lady like way. She looked over at the other when she realized this one didn't rock. Would that be a problem? She wiggled her legs in order to get the tip of her roof to the touch the ground and began to push herself back in forth slowly. Her ears flopped down in defeat as her own toy began to make slow creaking noises of its own.
This better be one dang good protective spell! “What next?” she asked as they both sat there making obnoxious sounds, very.... veeeery.... slowly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 5:12 pm
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CHIMNEY ROOM
Calendula's offering was not overly appreciated, and while she could not see the whole of the faerie, she could probably tell it was even more agitated by the way that it was yanking even harder on Skógur's wherever he could grab at him.
Skógur attempted to question the male faerie, asking what he had done to get put into a box.
The very concept made him snarl.
Do not speak of me as if I am not here, demon, remarked the faerie, eyes glancing over to Trelos. To Calendula and Ahi, they would hear nothing, but the two rakshasha, with views into the spirit world, could see his lips move and the whisper of his voice against their ears.
There was a moment of calm.
Be gone, demons. You have been warned.
That may have been the only warning they were getting.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 7:18 pm
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OFFICE
When Feralheart thought it wise to attack her in turn, items flying up via his magic and flying towards--and through--the ghost, she screamed in rage, the sound blood-curtling and eardrum shattering.
Perhaps Ra'tari had found it amusing up until this point, but both the fauny king and his little kitten would notice some pain in their eardrums now, as well as the fact the room seemed to be shaking much like an earthquake, the ghost's mouth opening further with eyes like blue fire --
And then Briosca fell to her knees.
NONSENSE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY ARE GONE?!
It seemed that the spirit was referring to something greater than just having fudge thrown at her...
Please, if there is a way to make it up to you and your... brethren...
The ghost paused, for a moment.
And then flew forward... and disappeared?
Fea Line Ra'tari & Prince Feralheart
OFFICE - BRIOSCA ONLY
It came on suddenly, like a blast of cold northern wind hitting her at her very center.
Something was grasping her heart, her mind, her soul with a cold hand, squeezing itself around and strangling like it was a snake -- tighter, and tighter, and tighter before it suddenly released, expelling much like she might suddenly take a breath of fresh air -- a breath of fresh air that came with a puff of ice.
And that was when she heard it, like a thought that had originated from her own mind, though she herself had not thought of it.
I may have a use for you yet...
Her hand moved on her own, and then her other, her eyes looking down at them like she was fascinated, like she was watching a first-person show without herself being able to control it.
Ah, yes...
Briosca would find her gaze turning to Feralheart once again, her eyes narrowing.
You...
Irish Night Fox Oh no! Briosca is in trouble! Congratulations?! Your actions have earned Briosca one very angry faerie possession! She is focused on one thing -- vengeance. The faerie will occasionally be sympathetic to other faeries, but will otherwise act unfriendly. This spirit cannot be controlled and cannot be pacified. Briosca will have control sometimes, but she will find it is very hard to stop the spirit from taking over whenever it wishes to. (You are free to play out the possession, but we may prompt you sometimes! Feel free to ask any questions if you have any.) |
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 7:58 pm
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Uncharted Crawlspace
Creeping slowly at first a dark, shadowed figure approached Morena from behind. The closer it got, the faster it moved until it was sweeping the fancy fae down the crawl space and slamming her into the corner.
On the floor, she'd land in a pile dirt, soot and something else. The panel that marked the entry point to this crawl space had quickly sealed itself up, destroying all light, and leaving Morena in the pitch dark.
A light flickered at the end of the short corridor from the other direction. It slowly moved closer to the fae, lighting the walls and casting shadows. It was still too far away to know what it was, or to provide adequate light for Morena to see anything else.
Under her hand, smashed into the grime on the floor, Morena would find a lock of matted brown hair. (Not that she can see that yet)
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 7:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 8:17 pm
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King Sombra - Office
King Sombra felt the urge to face palm at the situation. If anything, it had been merely child's play... However, the screeching was a brilliant touch. He'd have to spend some time in learning how to pull that off successfully. Still, he didn't find Bree's methods of communication very effective. Throwing food? Really?
If anything, her efforts only made things worse...
Ra'tari climbing on him did little to help, though her cackling and encouragements forced a small sort of gleeful grin upon his own features. He wobbled slightly to stabilize himself and whispered softly under the hood.
"Calm yourself, Kitten. Wouldn't want your 'Master' to see you associating with a creature as dark as myself, hmm?"
If he played his cards right... and if the strange spazzy female didn't completely obliterate their chances of making it out of this room alive... he'd be able to leave the room with Ra'Tari attached and they could continue plotting and discussing in peace....
He quickly saw those chances dwindling... drastically....
He rolled his eyes then decided it best to step backward slowly. He wanted no part in this. If this.... Spirit?... wanted blood, he held no part in angering it, so he wanted no part in any of its further plotting. In Sombra's mind, the further away he was and the less he did against the Spirit, the less of a reason it had to attack him... right?
FA Mysteries Crazy, "Oven"-Possessing Ghost chick thing....
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 9:02 pm
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DINING ROOM
Louhi did not appreciate the anger of the fairies and responded by swatting at them much like they were bugs.
Of course, they were fairies, so instead of simply being stunned and shooed away, they attempted to swarm towards Louhi and swat at her back. The poor Light Pae'il would feel lots of tiny slaps along her body, attempting to give her payback for her absolutely rude treatment of them while they were quite upset.
In fact, one of the ones she tried to bat away started crying dramatically even though Louhi hadn't really hurt the fairy. Quite melodramatic, that one was, even though the fairies -- who had most definitely invited them here, right, that was who the invitation was most definitely from? -- seemed to be quite serious about the fact that they were upset, swarming and making upset, wailing, occasionally screeching noises, as it were.
The fairies did not necessarily block Natalia's egress if she wished to leave (with or without Louhi) though she would find she would likely need to swat some of the very upset little fairies away herself to get to the exit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 9:44 pm
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Children's Bedroom 2
Even though K'nai would have been unable to open the door, it was probably a good idea that Kylinari took the picture from him before he could find somewhere else to throw it. The still photo's narrowed glare seemed to analyze her as she stared at it.
The wail seemed to trail off, ending with a soft hiccup. Shortly, a voice responded, not coming from the photo, but somehow from the room itself, all around them.
"...to the party. They wouldn't let me go. They NEVER let me go. I don't wanna' go to bed...I wanna' go to the party!"
The voice seemed to pick up volume again, getting angrier as the source of the trouble was addressed. The room had become chilled, as if a northern wind had blown in from someplace, dropping the temperature in the room with startling swiftness. That cold seemed to be concentrated especially in one corner of the room where a flicker of movement preceded the appearance of a pair of softly glowing, blue eyes...
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 10:40 pm
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Children's Bedroom 2
Kylin's gaze lifted from the photo. The chill rocked her to her very core, making her body visibly shivver. However, she stood straight up and looked about, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice.
.... There....
Her green locked onto the glowing blue ones and she smiled softly.
"There you are." she half cooed... And then spun on her heels, a look of delight on her features as she gently touched K'nai's arm. "Play along, okay?" she whispered - mouthed, really - then turned back to the child appearing in the corner.
"Well, you can't go to a party without a proper mask!" she then chimed, then began looking about the room for something she could use. She tapped a finger to her chin, clenching her jaw together to keep her teeth from chattering. "Where do you keep your paper?" she then asked the child, moving over towards the bed to test the pillow. She fluffed it a bit, then ran her fingers over it until the quill of a feather caught her attention. She pulled the feather from the fluff and searched for a few more in the same manner.
FA Mysteries Mysterious child trapped in the picture!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2014 10:58 pm
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Children's Beedrom 2
When the faun stole the picture from his hands, K'nai hissed, focusing his attention on the door, twisting the knob as furiously as he could. when he realized it wasn't budging, he turned around with a hiss, rolling his eyes at the faun baby talking to a photo. His tail lashed the air furiously like a sword slicing through flesh.
"Really...." he groaned, flinching away from the faun's touch, though his three eyes narrowed on the corner where the faun's attention now drew, watching the pair of glowing blue eyes. The cat didn't give two flips about a damn ghost child, but seeing as he was stuck in the room with it and the faun, what choice did he have? It was like being stuck with Prisma all over again. "None of us can really go anywhere when the door wont open...." he groaned, staring at the.......eyeballs.
The longer he stared, the longer he felt more and more irritated, until he finally took the fish mask he had been forced to wear off and offered it. If a mask was going to get him out of this room then he was welcome to his entire costume for all the rak cared.
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