TiThis looks like a pretty neat concept. I'll try and get a CS up in the next day or so.
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Little-Bell Dreamfree
Location: The Castle, North Gate → West off of Maker's Mile
Whilst her Witch Mother spoke, Bell listened, but her eyes could not keep themselves from wandering about. The floor was hard and cool on her soles, and a slight skip had somehow found itself in her stride.
She nodded along eagerly at the mention of the imp; he was a funny little man, and the perhaps condescending way he spoke to her went far over her head.
“Oh yes, Witch Mother, I remember,” then she frowned, and stopped suddenly. Her hands went to her bag, as she checked for her own gift. Sure enough she found it, nestled with her other bits and pieces, but it was always best to check; all sorts of things could go missing if you took your eyes from them for one moment…
Looking up from her satchel, frantic for a moment, she saw her sisters had not gotten more than a few paces ahead, and she could still hear Jadis perfectly, but she hopped along quickly to get back closer to Jadis even still.
Bell's laughter was chiming bells once Jadis finished. “Oh yes, that will be most excellent,” But then her brow creased again as she recalled more of Puck, and she drummed a finger against her chin, before asking, “And what if lovely Valda says ‘no’, Witch Mother?”
Since I don't feel Kean's response is vital here, I'll wait before posting I think.
William Viridian
Location: X-Mansion
As gruelling as the Danger Room Session was, it had been rather enjoyable. Well, perhaps not enjoyable, but when all you could focus on was the fire in your lungs, the ache in your muscles, and the sting of sweat in the corners of your eyes, the troubles of the world seemed to melt away, just old cardboard in the rain.
Now it was over, and sure enough, that familiar ennui settled, like leaves in a gutter.
His breathing was ragged, much like everyone else’s. Will sat with his legs bent in front of him, forearms rested across his knees. Sweat soaked his hair and brow. A thin rivulet tickled the left side of his face, making its way to his chin before dripping off. Stretching would help ease the aches in the long term, but everything felt too sore and tired for that right now. Seeing Sara’s impersonation had been worth it though, totally worth it.
Only Rahne’s name eluded him in present company; he was truly awful with remembering them, but even so, he knew it began with an "R".
Still not entirely comfortable, especially not with that certain unease creeping back into his mind, Will would stare at his heels, waiting for anyone else to talk.
Kean Jossun
Kean had felt eyes on him, yet it wasn’t until Susan spoke that he became conscious of how he must look. They weren’t loud words, but to Kean they were a whip-crack; it reminded him of a tired mother and wits' end. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged, mumbling under his breath something akin to, “just wanted to make sure it worked.” But he had known it would work, he had felt the connection. It had simply been him giving into the temptation to pull on the power of the artefact. At the time it was not something Kean even thought about resisting. He looked down at his feet, twisting the toes of one into the ground.
Return.
The cat collapsed into that same billowing green, losing all form in an instant. It trailed back into the amulet, as if sucked by some great pair of invisible bellows. The emerald hues returned to the charm as it hung about Kean’s neck. He clutched the amulet and shut his eyes, swaying gently. What he was thinking was a mystery.
Glass smashed, rousing him. The vision of Sue and her blue-steel staff met his rapidly calming gaze. It was not that he hadn’t heard of the Hounds of Eon – some families he’d helped had even asked if he was one of their number – but he’d never seen any of them, and the disparity between the Lady Diamenthia he envisioned and the haggard woman who stood before him were enough to keep him from connecting the parallels.
Everyone seemed to have selected an artefact now, since they’d stopped perusing, though some were more visible than others and – Wait a moment. Had their numbers grown yet again? It seemed so. Kean rubbed his eyes and yawned. Rest could not come soon enough.
According to the Emperor, however, it would have to wait. After he left, Kean stretched his arms towards the heavens, arching his body backwards to yield satisfying cracking sounds. He sighed, wiped a hand across his grimy face, and turned to the others. Immediately the frayed seams of their patchwork group began to show. Despite the imposing nature of the Templar, Kean couldn’t help but chuckle at the Orc’s words.
“You have bigger balls than I ever will!” he went to slap her on the shoulder, thought better of it, and ended up frowning at his own outstretched arm for a few seconds, before slowly reigning it in to scratch the scruff that passed for his beard.
When he spoke next, it was more measured, “She raises a point though. I wonder if you’re still flesh and blood under all that armour, or did they take that away too?”
I'll most likely post tomorrow. Great round of posts everyone!
Elodea
“Watch where you're going shark bait.”
Icy fingers clawed up Ellie’s spine, freezing her. Without turning she mumbled something that might have been an apology, her tongue leaden in her mouth. When she heard the creak of wood as Jack moved away she sighed, her whole body shaking as she made her way onward. She said a silent prayer that both siblings had better things to do right now than torment her.
The dingy light of foxfire greeted her as she squeezed into her workspace. Phials and jars crowded shelves the height of the wall, though the workbench was kept clear of any loose materials. Ellie lifted one of the pieces of damp wood the glowing fungus grew on and used its light to scan labels. Methodically, her hands still shaking slightly from the encounter with Jack, she began sorting through various poultices and elixirs, setting several into specially designed nooks on the work surface, only Ellie knowing why.
BANG!
Even below deck, the painful ring of the rifle shot made Ellie jump. She almost dropped a bottle of laudanum, but juggled it in the air, then snatched it close to her chest and waited for the shaking to stop. She set it down carefully.
From a high shelf she pulled a large jar of numbweed. She folded up a leaf and put it in her mouth. It was dry and salty on her palate, and fibrous in texture, and her jaw began to ache, but she almost immediately felt better, her mind calming; the world numbed, the light seemed softer, and it was as though warm bubbles caressed her skin. Numbweed was curious; it acted as an analgesic and sedative in Sea Elves, but if a human was to consume it, they’d find altered affects only appeared six hours later, more akin to a certain species of fungus, by which time it would be fully absorbed into their system and unpurgeable. They would shit and spew themselves to death, wracked by violent convulsions.
Ellie was glad of her heritage.
Little-Bell Dreamfree
Location: The Forest → The Castle, North Gate
The walk through the Forest with her sisters had been a pleasant one. Their passage disturbed the old and tired ground, churning up smells of dank earth and healthy duff; it was the smell of home and memories. There had been chatter amongst them, though the Witch Mother seemed a tad somber. Bell had also kept her eyes peeled for pretty things. She found snowdrops growing in those ancient woodlands, and, next to a lichen-coated log, a patch of thimbleweed. The flowers had been worked into her hair alongside the bluebells. By the time they arrived at the Castle she wore a near-garland of white and blue. Her bare feet were damp, earning a spattering of mud and grass-stains, and now dust from the road clung to them.
Approaching the gate, Bell stuck close to Jadis, standing straighter, turning her chin up, and attempting to flatten out her dress skirts. She fought, and failed, to contain her smile that ended up twitching and shifting across her face as she wrestled with it. She raised a hand and wiggled the tips of her fingers in a small wave at the guards as she passed, her lips taught.
Once inside, she slouched, her mouth almost exploding into a wide grin.
“What now, dear Witch Mother?” Bell asked, eyes sweeping over everything. The Castle still impressed and intimidated her; she was not sure if it was right for buildings to tower taller than trees. The sky seemed so open above them. The smell was peculiar too; a mixing pot of all the people and their things, their animals, their trades. The perfume of nature was a bare whisper here. “Have you any plans?”
Elodea
The sky was a blue-black bruise. Ellie eyed it, hands planted firmly on the rail at the bow of the ship. Their webbing stretched between wide-open fingers. Choppy waves unsettled her stomach more than usual on the eve of battle. Behind her, the deck was alive, frantic with energy, like static in a gathering storm. She strained her ears to listen to the winds, the ones speaking underneath those complaining about being pushed and pulled about by magic, but their mood was unclear; the weather could hold. She sighed. At least the sea was excited.
TRUE BLUE grew ever closer. Pushing off the railing, Ellie turned, her bare feet slapping the deck as she weaved through the crewmen. It was an erratic dance of evasion. She passed Gareth – was that his name? – loading his crossbow, and gave Eiko a wide berth, quickening her step and gluing her eyes to the floor until she passed, before coming to the captains.
“Uhm,” she stopped short, looked at their faces, then at her feet, “Uh, the winds are in an odd mood to day,” she squeezed her arm, eyes wandering to their weapons. She shivered. “But I - the weather should hold out. I think.” Her eyes flitted to them again, “Sorry.”
After a jerky half-bow, Ellie scurried off below deck.
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