[quote=@Tatterdemalion]
SECOND PLACE
WEREWOLF MAGNET

Look. It’s not intentional, right? It’s totally not intentional. It’s instinct. Their hearts are intertwined. Of course, of [i]course[/i] Elodie goes and seeks out Margot.

With what remains of her forest high, she clambers head-first down a wall and breaks into the one place she knows the werewolf often hides to lick her wounds: the locker room.[/quote]

Locker rooms aren't private places, but nowhere is [i]really[/i] private in Sleepshy Rise. Eyes glint in every shadow and horrors squeeze themselves into crevasses to hide themselves from the true monarchs of the night - or the reformers of those monarchs. So you don't go somewhere to hide away, you go somewhere where the company is least objectionable to your current mood.

The locker room is home to gaseous spirits, will o'the wisps, lantern-lighters; immune to the physical strength of those who most frequently pass through and capable of slipping in and out of the metal boxes freely. The room has developed a mist, shower-steam that hangs thick and misleading, the sound of running water frighteningly inviting. The trickster spirits take a special delight in leading people to walk in on each other, and are equally content if it results in crushing embarrassment, spontaneous makeouts, or lethal retribution. And so it is, through combination of their wiles and the assistance of Annalee's curse, that you find the werewolf Margot in the state she's in when you enter the locker room.

She's on her knees. Staring up at you worshipfully. Overcome with the intensity of your presence, the recognition of your divinity, brought low by your mere approach, dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel. (The fact that she's down there because she dropped a contact lens and her stunned gaze is because she literally can't make out your face amidst the steam and poor lighting is a detail left for academics to consider)


[quote]And, true, he doesn’t look like a prince yet. That comes later, usually after rescuing him, nursing him back to health, and breaking whatever spell’s been put on him. (Protocol for spell-breaking: Kiss him frequently, in as many situations as possible. Process of elimination. You’ll get it eventually.) 

But none of that matters right now! A good hunter thinks in the moment! There’s a helpless, despairing prisoner here with great hair and no idea how near hope is for him. 

What do you do?[/quote]

Carmen Rakam, blade of the Nocturne, has not spent her past week as a pig idle. She has spent it in dedicated training! She has spent it learning the ways of the porcine form, the martial arts that are made possible only when gifted with an inhuman form. Have you ever seen a pig do a backflip? There is a lot that goes into it! And now it is time for a few days of training to pay off! 

Armed as she was with the conviction of an elite hunter, the power of love, and a 65% chance that she was doing the right thing, Carmen Rackam charged Annalee with the intention to send her tumbling down the stairs.

[Annalee, [b]keep your cool[/b] to hold your footing]