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more people might help, but i'm getting kinda lonely as the only one in this round's ic post =P you guys still recuperating from the holidays?
Artemis ran long after fire burned her lungs and her legs ached with overuse. The Lantern was heavy in her hand, searingly hot – but it did not burn her. Its red glow was the only reason she'd yet to break her ankle running across the uneven forest floor. But at last, her footing faltered and a stray root was higher than she could get her weary feet. She fell to the floor in a tumble, scraping and bruising herself. The Lantern flew out of her hand, colliding with a nearby tree and falling to the ground a short distance away from her.The pain snapped Artemis out of the panicked haze she'd been in since she'd encountered that enormous demon. Hissing in pain, she pulled her aching limbs in to herself, trying to sit upright. Her blood glinted in the Lantern's light.
She looked up from her arms to eye the odd Lantern. Her mind flashed back to the way it'd erupted in furious flames, spurred on by her attack.
"<And beware the trapped jinn, with his scorching fury,>" she murmurred in a language she hadn't spoken in a lifetime. It was a line from a nursery rhyme she'd whispered to her brother so many nights when he'd refused to sleep. The memory surfaced unbidden. But the pain that shot through her at it was a reminder Artemis needed of who she was. And who she was not.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she couldn't stop the way her hand trembled as she reached out to grab the Lantern. Artemis lifted it, eyeing the way the leaves beneath it had been scorched black. The glass casing was still hot to the touch, hot enough to burn. And yet she held it against her naked skin and did not feel pain. She looked down at the steady, pulsing light, and wondered if there wasn't such a creature trapped inside. Waiting to be released.
She looked up from her arms to eye the odd Lantern. Her mind flashed back to the way it'd erupted in furious flames, spurred on by her attack.
"<And beware the trapped jinn, with his scorching fury,>" she murmurred in a language she hadn't spoken in a lifetime. It was a line from a nursery rhyme she'd whispered to her brother so many nights when he'd refused to sleep. The memory surfaced unbidden. But the pain that shot through her at it was a reminder Artemis needed of who she was. And who she was not.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she couldn't stop the way her hand trembled as she reached out to grab the Lantern. Artemis lifted it, eyeing the way the leaves beneath it had been scorched black. The glass casing was still hot to the touch, hot enough to burn. And yet she held it against her naked skin and did not feel pain. She looked down at the steady, pulsing light, and wondered if there wasn't such a creature trapped inside. Waiting to be released.
a day later than planned, but behold! thanks for your patience everyone~
Caleb, Robyn, and Valencia
A whirlwind of fire erupted behind the three, close enough for them to feel the lick of the flames. The chaos forced them each to jump back – right over the edge and down into the trench. They landed in a mess of tangled limbs down at the bottom, sore but otherwise intact.
"Yeah, great plan," came Cináed's rasping voice from above them. "Don't really see where falling over yourselves like a bunch of tots played in there, but I'm eager to find out." He seemed annoyed – and maybe a little petty – but above all, he was soaking wet. His mess of dark hair was plastered to him, and his heavy cloak was soaked through. He leaned on his staff more heavily than he had before, and seemed out of breath. "You do know there was a bridge, right?" Cináed nodded to the left at the invisible bridge Caleb had refused to cross not too long ago. Its outline was visible in the form of water droplets and the odd river stone flung atop it.
The shining beads closest to the trio began to give off a faint glow.
@jordy0403@LizLegend@ariplotter
Jacob
Consciousness crept back to Jacob, along with the realization that he wasn't where he'd fallen asleep. He wasn't in his home, his town, his world. He was lying on a patch of uneven grass, a loose gathering of trees shading him from the sky. A female voice cut through the air.
"Mother–" the curse was cut off with a hiss. Hidden behind a few trees, there sat a girl around Jacob's age. She was small and slight, with brown skin and pale green eyes. Her hair, long and straight, was an iridescent sort of white that seemed to glint any other color it pleased. She sat with her back pressed a tree, her fists balled in the grass on either side of her. There was a dagger imbedded in her shoulder.
She hissed again through gritted teeth, and the dagger began to pull itself from her flesh. Eventually it was out, floating a few inches from her as though held up by string. Her crimson blood stained the harsh metal. The girl glared at it for a time before it darted away from her, flying straight and true until its edge imbedded itself deep into a tree directly across from her.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered, pressing her hand to her shoulder with a wince.
@Night_ Star
Luce
A stillness had overtaken the woman and for a long moment she might've been sleeping. But when Luce spoke up, her body reacted, alert as ever, though her eyes remained closed.
"Hush," came her short reply as she raised a hand. The air grew steadily heavier, static dancing off of Luce's skin and down her throat. The breath froze in her lungs as a haze overtook the small, ramshackle room. Then it flashed green, and just like that Luce's breath returned to her and the air was light again. The old woman opened her eyes again and they fell on Luce.
"Different people call the world different things, but it ain't got no official name. None that I know, at least." She pushed herself out of her chair in a halting, laborious motion. "Ward's up. You've got a few minutes to leave if you want to before it takes full effect. If not, there's a set of spare blankets in that cupboard there." She nodded towards a box nailed to the wall with a crooked blank of wood on it. It could hardly be called a cupboard. "Only got one bed, so it'll be the floor for you."
@alina13
Bishop
The bartender glanced over to Bishop just as he'd hoped. The portly man raised an eyebrow in interest at the thought of new trade – only to drop his glass when he saw the glowing, sopping wet bag that rested in the counter.
"All the hells below," he muttered under his breath. "You idiot…" His eyes snapped up to Bishop. "Out!" he barked. "Outta this bar, outta this town!" Other patrons were glancing up at the bartender's outburst. He wasn't particularly well liked, but he had more sense than any of them cared to admit. If something was working him up this much, it likely wasn't anything good. A woman, large, armored, and imposing sauntered up to the bar.
"Alright George, what's the trouble you're yapping about this time?" Her tone betrayed none of her unease as she approached. But then her eyes found the glowing bag. "Tell me that's not what I think it is." Her eyes shot to Bishop in an accusatory glare and she snatched the bag up. Yanking it open, she reached in a picked up a dead, dissolving creature from the river. "You really are a special kinda stupid, aren't you?" Dropping the creature back in the bag, she grabbed Bishop's arm, her grip like a vice. "Alright, out you go. We don't need Itsaso raining down her fury here again. Barely managed to unflood the town last time." She hauled Bishop towards the door, all but throwing him out.
@Bishop
A whirlwind of fire erupted behind the three, close enough for them to feel the lick of the flames. The chaos forced them each to jump back – right over the edge and down into the trench. They landed in a mess of tangled limbs down at the bottom, sore but otherwise intact.
"Yeah, great plan," came Cináed's rasping voice from above them. "Don't really see where falling over yourselves like a bunch of tots played in there, but I'm eager to find out." He seemed annoyed – and maybe a little petty – but above all, he was soaking wet. His mess of dark hair was plastered to him, and his heavy cloak was soaked through. He leaned on his staff more heavily than he had before, and seemed out of breath. "You do know there was a bridge, right?" Cináed nodded to the left at the invisible bridge Caleb had refused to cross not too long ago. Its outline was visible in the form of water droplets and the odd river stone flung atop it.
The shining beads closest to the trio began to give off a faint glow.
@jordy0403@LizLegend@ariplotter
Jacob
Consciousness crept back to Jacob, along with the realization that he wasn't where he'd fallen asleep. He wasn't in his home, his town, his world. He was lying on a patch of uneven grass, a loose gathering of trees shading him from the sky. A female voice cut through the air.
"Mother–" the curse was cut off with a hiss. Hidden behind a few trees, there sat a girl around Jacob's age. She was small and slight, with brown skin and pale green eyes. Her hair, long and straight, was an iridescent sort of white that seemed to glint any other color it pleased. She sat with her back pressed a tree, her fists balled in the grass on either side of her. There was a dagger imbedded in her shoulder.
She hissed again through gritted teeth, and the dagger began to pull itself from her flesh. Eventually it was out, floating a few inches from her as though held up by string. Her crimson blood stained the harsh metal. The girl glared at it for a time before it darted away from her, flying straight and true until its edge imbedded itself deep into a tree directly across from her.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered, pressing her hand to her shoulder with a wince.
@Night_ Star
Luce
A stillness had overtaken the woman and for a long moment she might've been sleeping. But when Luce spoke up, her body reacted, alert as ever, though her eyes remained closed.
"Hush," came her short reply as she raised a hand. The air grew steadily heavier, static dancing off of Luce's skin and down her throat. The breath froze in her lungs as a haze overtook the small, ramshackle room. Then it flashed green, and just like that Luce's breath returned to her and the air was light again. The old woman opened her eyes again and they fell on Luce.
"Different people call the world different things, but it ain't got no official name. None that I know, at least." She pushed herself out of her chair in a halting, laborious motion. "Ward's up. You've got a few minutes to leave if you want to before it takes full effect. If not, there's a set of spare blankets in that cupboard there." She nodded towards a box nailed to the wall with a crooked blank of wood on it. It could hardly be called a cupboard. "Only got one bed, so it'll be the floor for you."
@alina13
Bishop
The bartender glanced over to Bishop just as he'd hoped. The portly man raised an eyebrow in interest at the thought of new trade – only to drop his glass when he saw the glowing, sopping wet bag that rested in the counter.
"All the hells below," he muttered under his breath. "You idiot…" His eyes snapped up to Bishop. "Out!" he barked. "Outta this bar, outta this town!" Other patrons were glancing up at the bartender's outburst. He wasn't particularly well liked, but he had more sense than any of them cared to admit. If something was working him up this much, it likely wasn't anything good. A woman, large, armored, and imposing sauntered up to the bar.
"Alright George, what's the trouble you're yapping about this time?" Her tone betrayed none of her unease as she approached. But then her eyes found the glowing bag. "Tell me that's not what I think it is." Her eyes shot to Bishop in an accusatory glare and she snatched the bag up. Yanking it open, she reached in a picked up a dead, dissolving creature from the river. "You really are a special kinda stupid, aren't you?" Dropping the creature back in the bag, she grabbed Bishop's arm, her grip like a vice. "Alright, out you go. We don't need Itsaso raining down her fury here again. Barely managed to unflood the town last time." She hauled Bishop towards the door, all but throwing him out.
@Bishop
present. as always.
aaaah i'm sorry everyone Q.Q i've been working every day and passing out almost as soon as i get home. i have tomorrow off though, and was planning on getting up a post then. thank you all so much for your patience, but i do understand if you've grown tired of waiting. ^.^;
There was something… invasive. Something was in her mind that had no right to be there. That was all Artemis could understand as the grip of her hand over her mouth grew painfully tight. Her muscles were tensing involuntarily, as though that in some way would help her fight off this alien force. She was curling in on herself and all she wanted was this thing out outoutoutoutoutOUT! The steady warmth of the lantern in her arms grounded her, and she clung to it like a lifeline. Artemis yanked her hand from her mouth and slammed it onto the river bank in a vain attempt to steady herself.
But she didn't feel the muddy shore. Instead of water-slick dirt and scratching reeds, Artemis' hand met something large. And warm. And furry. The memory of the strange force invading her mind faded as her eyes widened. Breath caught in her throat, she slowly turned to look over her shoulder. There behind her stood an enormous black wolf, with glowing golden eyes. Her hand lay on its paw.
Another demon.
A strangled sort of yelp escaped her lips and Artemis swung blindly with the only weapon she had: the glowing red Lantern. Not pausing in her movement. She scrambled up onto the shore and dashed under the wolf's legs. Her heavy, sodden skirts made her clumsy and slower than she cared for, but all she could think was she had to escape.
But she didn't feel the muddy shore. Instead of water-slick dirt and scratching reeds, Artemis' hand met something large. And warm. And furry. The memory of the strange force invading her mind faded as her eyes widened. Breath caught in her throat, she slowly turned to look over her shoulder. There behind her stood an enormous black wolf, with glowing golden eyes. Her hand lay on its paw.
Another demon.
A strangled sort of yelp escaped her lips and Artemis swung blindly with the only weapon she had: the glowing red Lantern. Not pausing in her movement. She scrambled up onto the shore and dashed under the wolf's legs. Her heavy, sodden skirts made her clumsy and slower than she cared for, but all she could think was she had to escape.
yes, yes it is. sorry, i've been working every day and then collapsing when i get home >.< i'll have a post up today.
i'm just waiting on you, but no pressure. new year and life take priority~ i am patient.
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