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Post by F A T E on Nov 15, 2013 14:21:54 GMT -8
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This event is a closed Event, made for Dani, Jess, Sylph, Bubbles. Find out the reason behind the solar flare, learn about the history of the Fire Kingdom and use your new powers to defeat the oncoming threat. The date is May 17th, there will be a citywide blackout on the 8pm-midnight, which is when the event takes place. Characters should be arriving only about an hour before the blackout is meant to take place. Four people have been getting closer to connecting with the past, most unintentionally while at least one has a faint idea of what is going on and may be a bit determined in finding out of the truth. These four people have been plagued with signs, ruins, and dreams that have been following them for days. Showing up in books, windows, and even in their dreams. Numbers followed these unreadable words and with some internet searching, or internal mapping. These four found out that these numbers are pointing out coordinates to a place deep within the Santa Monica Mountains. The only way to stop the dreams, stop the madness of the visions seem to be to visit this location, at least that was the thought. Surrounded by trees, dirt and rock what will our four unsuspecting humans find?
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom 
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Nov 16, 2013 4:19:41 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest These past couple of days Joze had half the intent to murder someone. Figuratively, of course, but the intent was still there. Everywhere, and she meant everywhere, she kept seeing these things. And then there was that incident where she happened to have gotten a tracker. No, her life was just going splendid, really. It wasn't like she was going crazy. It wasn't like if she told anyone what was going on, she'd probably be put into the crazy loon (not counting two days ago). She felt like she had self-induced headaches because crazy things kept happening to her and she kept thinking about it. Suffice to say, she was not only in a bad mood, Joze had also resolved she was going to fix this little crazy spell of hers. Although she hadn't exactly wanted to do much of anything after being pretty much imprisoned, she didn't think she could take much more of this stupid number. It had only grown in intensity as she tried to ignore it. Today was simply the last straw. She had (wisely) taken the day off from school (pretending to have a cold did wonders), it wasn't like she was going to be doing much of anything. Monday already started with shit, Tuesday she was MIA, Wednesday she was just feeling shitty, and so one more day couldn't hurt. Hell, she may as well take off the whole week at this point. She'd used the time to try to figure out what said numbers in her hallucinations were pointing. She was not pleased to find out that they were actually a true location, and she was even more displeased about the fact that it was so close (relatively close, as in within the county, the mountains were), that she couldn't be logical about it and say she could just ignore it even longer. Joze supposed she could ignore it for one more day and get a well-needed break. But something was telling her that if she didn't get to the bottom of this, she was going to deeply regret it. If this shit had something to do with the war, it was unfortunate to say that Joze would think that all this was worth it for a bit of information. Joze didn't want to go to the mountains. She put it off for as long as possible, but then realized she didn't want to go to the mountains when it was dark. Of course, after she got everything ready in her backpack (which was her school backpack) of multipurpose camping things that were typical of bringing when one went to the mountains, she already knew it was going to be dark if she planned to linger for more than an hour or two. Hop a few trains and she departed on a stop near the Santa Monica Mountains. She felt like she was deeply going to regret this decision. She didn't want to go to the mountains, but her logic said differently. Her logic (and her map) also pointed her deep inside the mountains of impeding doom. Hey, at least the sun was still out, right? And she also noticed - lots of trees. She did not want a repeat performance of the Hollywood sign, or the mansion event.
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LUKAS MADELEINE
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Nov 16, 2013 13:55:32 GMT -8
Lukas was unsure if he'd hit the peak yet where he needed to be asked to be committed, but they were climbing there slowly. He'd been able to forcibly ignore most strange things in his life (or think of a sensible explanation) after a couple days after they happened, and thus far it hadn't actually hampered his work, save for a few hiccup of explanation issues. So, it didn't seem all that bad, right?
Wrong.
It took him a very long time to see the pattern. Maybe it was because he was busy with so many other things, maybe it was because he wanted to ignore them, either was just as likely...his bigger concern was, when he realized how strongly the set of numbers jumped out at him that one morning in the paper (and at the same time he recalled seeing them a lot recently)...what did he do with them. Lukas wasn't what you'd call dim-witted, per se, but his knowledge and skills were very particular, and lacked what many would call common knowledge. What they were had actually had to be pointed out to him, near a week after he really started following the pattern.
“What's with the numbers?”
“Huh?”
“The numbers you have here on the table, bolded and underlined and generally drawing attention to themselves.”
The lie came off his tongue so easily. “Oh uh...something I'm trying to figure out, I saw it somewhere in relation to a job I did a bit ago, was concerned it was a code so I-”
“They’re coordinates.”
“...What?”
“Coordinates. What, you didn't know? Damn, I know I pulled you out of public school early but-”
“Alright alright old man I get it...I'll plug them into the computer later to see where they lead.”
“Do you need any help? The family head's are already cautious with you right now, and I don't want you to have to deal with anymore blowback-”
“I'm fine, thanks pops. You'd put your back out helping me, anyway.”
While he hadn't said it aloud, he'd been grateful for his uncle's help, and had indeed plugged the numbers in to see where they led. He was met with a rather anticlimactic conclusion that there were one, nearby, and two, in the middle of nowhere. There was literally nothing there, just wilderness and mountains. Disappointed, he'd shoved the issue aside – or had attempted to. When he started to see things that weren't actually there, swore he saw messages asking for help shoved in between words he was attempting to read like a goddamn normal person, it tarted to become harder to ignore. 'Middle of nowhere, no backup, and nonsensical messages subliminally passed to me, can we spell trap any louder? How about no, you can stop now brain I'm not doing it.'
He supposed his mind changed the night his lamp caught on fire.
Well, okay, apparently it hadn't (which was what made it even more unsettling), but when he woke up frantic in the middle of the night from another one of those dreams, only to find his bedside table half on fire. Before he'd even managed to properly shout, it was gone – just like that, poof. He'd frantically checked every inch of it, checked for shorted wires, there were no scorch marks, nothing. He'd promptly decided it was a valid reason to dig into the liquor cabinet. Mid-vodka shot he decided within the next few days he would head to the goddamn coordinates and see what all this stupid fuss was about, before they put him in a padded room. Or worse, Rayna tried to talk to him again.
He'd armed himself to the teeth, naturally. Hell if he could have hid a belt of grenades on him he would have taken that to, but as it was he took only what he could conceal at least halfway decently – which was two more handguns and four more knives than any man should logically have to wear. But he was going in with no backup and no idea what he was walking in to, so excuse him for being paranoid. He set up for a driver to get him as close to the spot as he could, and sent someone on an errand to make sure there was an all-terrain vehicle waiting for him at his drop point to boot – he was not walking in his nice shoes, thanks.
It took two days in which he had to endure more bizarre visions and dreams before, but at least when he left home (leaving Rayna with the knowledge he could be gone the rest of the evening so don't wait around for him for anything and that his phone would be off so don't bother) everything was set up, and he was blissfully glad for the fact his drivers were well-accustomed to never asking questions. When they'd gotten to his drop point (a good little ways away from the actual coordinates), he'd sent the driver off before he went searching in the trees nearby for his promised transport, and had to take a good fifteen minutes figuring out how a four-wheeler worked. Luckily it wasn't terribly complicated, and he'd been able to set off confident he wouldn't crash about a half hour after he'd been dropped off.
He'd done his best to memorize the map and where it was pointing, but for the first time in his life, he decided to risk something he'd never done – carry a GPS. It was a handheld he'd went out and bought the other day, he wasn't stupid enough to get it on any of his phones, so despite his constant memorization of the maps, he stopped several times to check and see if he was headed right. It was helpful...when it actually worked, which was spotty at best. 'Well you're in bumfuck nowhere Madeleine, what did you expect?' he thought bitterly, slapping the device as it refused to give him a signal.
He managed to pick it back up after pushing the four wheeler a few feet forward, and when he saw how close he was, decided it was time to go on foot. He hid his transport behind a few trees, making sure it would be away from the site (if this was an ambush of some sort, he didn't want anyone knowing where his getaway was so they could cut him off, or destroy it), before heading for the spot, holding the GPS aloft. He also decided fuck secrecy, and relieved the handgun that had been holstered at his chest under his suit – there was nothing out here, and if there was anything he could bet it was something that wanted to kill him, natural or otherwise. He wasn't going to take that chance. He just hoped there were no hikers – nice sight he'd be...GPS in one hand, gleaming silver pistol in the other, probably looking pissed off enough to scare anyone off.
'Well, you'd be annoyed to if your brain decided it had an immediate need to be here to the point it was driving you to the nuthouse.' |
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RAYNA KELLER
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Nov 19, 2013 13:09:47 GMT -8
Even though ignoring the signs had not been her intention Rayna just could not find a good time to set off and explore the location she had been given. Although Rayna was not the most educated that girl could read a map and knew coordinates like the back of her hand. In her line of work she needed to, to judge distance, find high points, map out the pattern of her targets. No finding out what the numbers meant was not the hard part, what was hard was getting away from the watchful eyes of her co-worker and bosses. Recently the higher ups had been keeping her busy, even doing so much as to send her out of state with one of their lackeys to keep an eye on her. She could feel the little trust Libertine had was breaking down. With recent events and trouble coming up with stories for them, even Rayna could agree that things were looking iffy.
What bothered Rayna the most was that there was little she could do about it, she had tried drawing the attention to herself as much as she could, but the ones in charge were starting to look at Lukas and the rest of the guys as well. Seeing Libertine as her family of course Rayna wanted to help, but between Lukas and the others no one really wanted to talk to her. In fact it was was like Rayna was the only one willing to say, yes strange things have been happening, yes maybe monsters are real. Ever since that incident happened at the law office Rayna has taken to researching government testing, local stories and anything else she could find. She found little, until the story of the giant bug started to show up. Although it was treated as a joke, and there were really very little detail, there was just enough to convince Rayna that they had not been the only ones to see the weirdness that night.
It was safe to say that no one was going to believe that the things Rayna had seen in the past few months were real, but she knew better. Call her crazy she wanted to find out what was going on, then there were the strange things that were happening around herself. By now she was starting to point point just when she was having this effect she dubbed as an “energy pulse” This energy pulse was like a beacon of some sort, it was affected by her emotions and seemed to only happy when she was in a poor mood, intensifying the worse she felt. It would drain energy from her and leave herself tired and weak. Rayna did noticed that when she started making sense of the effects she was able to keep it happening less and less, which saved her from becoming so drained that she had to stay in bed for hours.
She knew Lukas had noticed, but after a few times of helping her back to her room, they always wrote it off as part of her injuries, and when she healed up they started blaming it on being overworked. Sadly that was just have Lukas functioned, he needed a solid reason for everything, and only when Rayna stopped listening to his excuses did she notice what was really happening. She had tried bringing it up, wanting to know if weird things were happening to him as well, but Lukas never wanted to talk. Instead he would ignore her or make up more excuses. Living with Lukas it made sense that Rayna noticed that something was wrong, but she was not really sure on what that something was.
When it came to this day, May 17th, Rayna had wanted to question Lukas on where he was going and why, but knew it was useless. She just nodded as she sat in the living room, with coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. The fact that he noted that he would be gone for a long time was like a sign for Rayna. She had been sitting there with a pad and paper sketching out a map of a location she saw in her recent dreams. Rayna could only guess that would the recent intensity of the numbers and the dreams that she really needed to check out this place. What bother Rayna the most was that she had a pretty good idea of where the location was. Next to street racing Rayna also had a hidden love for mountain bikes, but the last one she had own had been destroyed do to a heavy crash she had about three weeks ago. Well less of a crash and more of a brake problem. The bike wouldn’t stop, and Rayna had to bail, sending her bike flying off some cliff, it was pretty useless after that.
She had ordered a new bike and was going to pick it up at a location not to far from the mountains she needed to explore, but with the chance so close now, she was second guessing everything. Should she really go? The question bothered her for about twenty minutes after Lukas had left the apartment. It was no or never, she needed to just go, check the area out and come back. She gathering her things, got dress for the trip and left after closing the shop for the day, putting a note about an emergency and calling the workers about their sudden day off. She dressed in a black leather jacket, a plain red shirts, grey jeans and a pair of knee high leather boots. She took her most trusted sniper rifle with her, kept it in a case and strapped a belt knife to her jeans. Unlike Lukas, Rayna never took as much weaponry as he did, trusting in her lack of missing a shoot, a piece of confidence that may get her killed one day.
She arrived at the agreed location and parked her white Moto Guzzi out of signed and after exchanging money with a “friend” of hers she got her new dirt bike, made to take these mountains without much trouble. It wasn’t really her color, but blue wasn’t all that bad, it was just Rayna liked red a lot more. Still she couldn’t be too picky, after all she got the bike for a good deal and on short notice. Now all that was left was to head out north to the location she was being guided to and hope that there would be some answers waiting for her.
The ride was pretty short, she knew the area well, visiting it a few times before when she brought her first bike to the area, she did however hate all the trees. She could only so fast, weaving between tree after three trying her best not to crash into one. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn’t going so fast, otherwise she would have ran over a hiker. Funny thing that said hiker was some teen girl all off on her own. Rayna slowed down and skidded pass Joze, with her helmet on she could say much, but was tempted to yell at the girl for being in her way. She continued on passing Joze and hoping to find that special location before it got to dark. Of course Rayna did not have such luck, and instead of finding the answers she wanted all she found was a patch of burnt forest, not by much, most of the trees were only in a little rough shape, but it was the charred ground that really got to her. This was basically the right spot, but in her dreams the area was not burnt, it looked as if there had been a small fire, but it was contained to this one spot. She paused in the middle, looking around for any clues. She kept her bike on, letting engine purr as she just sat there. Now what?
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RHIANNON CHOU
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two things a girl should be.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Nov 20, 2013 4:32:35 GMT -8
tagged: josephine, lukas, rayna, fate. time: may 17, 2012 - 7:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: really long, sorry. May of 2012, to say the least, had been a very, very terribly shitty month -- and the month was only just halfway done. Magical evil snakes, mysterious eggs, fire wolves, pet griffins -- and now all of this number crap. And no, she was not about to be a lady about it like she usually would, not when she was starting to think that she should maybe be checking herself into a mental ward or something. That, and she wouldn't really be surprised if she was soon met with an arcane contract to become some sort of magical supernatural warrior princess tasked with saving the world. (Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the point was, all of these less than normal occurrences were really starting to wig her out.)
As if trying to figure out how to take care of a pet griffin (or at least, that was the conclusion she had come to after hours on google and wikipedia) wasn't already wasn't already enough of a handful. Dealing with mythological animals for pets was already one can of worms, but then around the same time, she had recieved a strange text from an unknown number that only contained a couple of numbers. Needless to say, Rhiannon had deleted that text out simply because she didn't know who the sender was, but somehow, the numbers in the text stuck around in her head. And then there was this one time where she had spaced out while figuring out her budget for the next month, and when she looked back, she had managed punch in numbers the same exact numbers on her calculator with a little decimal point separating them.
Which wouldn't of have been so bad if that had been the end of the entire spiel with the numbers -- but they kept reappearing in the weirdest places. On the way to visit home the other day, there had been an electric sign on the side of the road that usually would have stated something about a detour or an exit being closed -- but instead, there it was, that same exact pair of numbers glaring back at her in bright, yellow-orange lights. Then they showed up on a fashion blog that she followed, and then at the bottom of one of those stupid infomercials on television, and then there was graffiti of the numbers on one of the buildings in the Fashion District. It showed up on her receipts, in her emails, in this month's issue of Vogue and Elle -- hell, it even showed up in her GPA of all things when she logged into the school's Blackboard to check her grades for the semester.
That had honestly been the last straw, but apparently, breaking the metaphorical camel's back was not enough to satisfy whatever was out there causing this to happen -- that was when the voices started. Yes. Voices. No, she wasn't kidding. Yes, she might be crazy -- she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case now, unfortunately. And okay, so maybe it was only one voice. A strange, faraway whisper that she seemed to only hear right before she fell asleep or about to wake up at first. And then it started happening every here and there whenever she spaced out. A couple of times, she could've sworn it said something like hello or hell -- or help, she now knew. Just that morning, she could have sworn that she heard someone with her in the shower asking for her help, and if there was one thing that could freak out a girl who was already on edge, hearing a voice right behind you in the shower would definitely take the cake.
A quick search on Google (typed in by shaky hands, no less) later of the numbers that kept popping up lately -- it sounded like a plausible idea at the hour, that somehow looking up the numbers would make the voices stop (don't ask, it was pretty early in the morning) -- yielded two things. One, they were coordinates. Two, the location of the coordinates was in the Santa Monica Mountains -- which really wasn't all that far away from where she lived. One train of thought led to another, and this was how Rhiannon found herself having arrived on as close to the coordinates' location as one could possibly get to by car thanks to one of her friends so graciously giving her a ride. (She did, however, knock him over the head when he asked her why she bothered to put on makeup to go hiking -- one, it was just the eyeliner and mascara, which was the absolute bare minimum she was willing to go out into public with, and two it was none of his business.)
She had, however, come with a backpack that she hadn't used since freshman year of college, and she had packed as much of what she could in there of hiking supplies off of a list she found on the internet -- as well as an aluminum baseball bat that she had lying around in her apartment. (Hey, cut her some slack, she was living in Los Angeles, where she might need to defend herself at any given moment in her own living space.) Rhiannon hoped that her phone signal would stay though -- she had the coordinates plugged into an app, and it was the only reason why she was even managing to go what she hoped was the right way right now. At the moment, the phone only had a single bar of signal and the internet was blinking in and out, which meant that the signal was wonky at best.
But it had held out for a while now, and it had been a while since she set out from her friend's car -- wait, why did it sound like there was a chainsaw nearby? Or a bit like a chainsaw. But according to her phone, she was more or less almost at the location of the coordinates, so whatever was going on, it was either close to or maybe even at where the coordinates were trying to lead her. Oh, no, what if it was an axe murderer or a chainsaw murderer? Something out of a hack-and-slash horror film? Maybe she should just go and turn back while she still had the -- shit. "Ugh, you've got to be kidding me!" Of all the times for her phone's signal to crap out, it just had to choose this moment. Now she was stuck in the mountains. When it was getting dark. Near where a serial killer with a chainsaw could be lurking. Rhiannon whimpered to herself. Fucking May of fucking 2012. Worst fucking month ever. |
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Nov 25, 2013 3:27:04 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest Now that she thought about it, Joze realized it was probably a really bad idea to embark on this little journey of her's. Despite her sparse hiking/camping supplies (matches and packaged food and other various things she deemed necessities), the only thing she could really defend herself with was fire, and honestly she did not want a future in which she burned down this landmark - again. She was getting real sick of this ongoing trend. She could really, honestly do more than just mindlessly burn things despite her track record that suggested the opposite. It was an internal count, which totaled at two (which was two too much). Maybe she should have waited when all her May commotion died down.
Which was a lot. Hydra-snakes at the mansion to start off the month, and then AP testing, and then right after that was what she referred to as the 'What have I done' milestone in her life in which she questioned what the hell happened and why the hell she was so unfortunate to have been put into a situation such as that. What did she do to deserve this? Absolutely nothing - nothing that she could fathom. She didn't mean to burn anything down, she didn't even know how she possessed the means of burning those things down. And of course, it led to her unfortunate run in with that cult thing, whatever they were called.
Now that, that was crazy. Joze didn’t even want to think of the events that occurred three days ago - three days. She probably should have waited a little bit longer, but that nagging feeling had just drove her on edge so she found herself in the middle of the god damn forest and it was getting dark. She had told herself plenty of times on the way here that this was a horrible idea, but she went anyways. And where did that take her?
Nearly getting run over by some bike thing. Joze probably should have expected this (no she shouldn’t have). With her unfortunate luck, something like this would happen. She resisted the urge to curse, she really did, but it didn’t end up in her favor as various obscenities escaped her mouth. Various obscenities that would not be mentioned.
She swore if this was going to be anything like three days ago, she was sure as hell determined to make sure she wouldn’t be a useless little shit (watch as she becomes an useless little shit). There had already been plenty of instances where that had happened. Maybe she should chase down that bike rider and have a, ah, polite talk with her. She still couldn’t believe that she had gotten run over - or nearly run over. Same different - she was so close that she could have died there!
People really ought to be more careful. Before she got angry and decided it was a good idea to burn the entire forest down and everyone in it (probably not a good idea, seeing as people would probably find her own charred remains instead of the desired effect of eliminating all those that have done wrong against her), she decided to think a bit more rationally about this. She was close to that area the numbers pointed her to. Joze just needed to follow her plan to look at the general direction the directions. Which was surprisingly just where that killer bike rider was headed. There was a clear definite path now, and she opted to follow it, though she was nowhere as fast as the bike had been going.
And then she saw a familiar face. One would think she’d be glad to see someone she knew in the midst of this darkness and forrest and all around spookiness, but it couldn’t have been the opposite. At first, she saw the pink hair and she thought about that girl that died earlier that month, which she could do nothing but watch. Even if she had felt particularly apathetic at the moment, she couldn’t help but have felt bad in the aftermath on how she was treated. But she was dead and that couldn’t be her.
Oh wait - that’s right, there had been another pink haired girl at that little event of snakes, snakes that grew back their heads. Of course, it summoned up memories of that particular time in which, for some reason, Joze’s heart pumped faster full of adrenaline. If she was here, did that mean - no way. But she hadn’t pegged the girl for someone of the outdoorsy type. If Joze recalled correctly, wasn’t she the one with that Justin Bieber ringtone? No, she didn’t take her to be one for camping or hiking at all, especially here. Today. Couldn’t be a coincidence.
And of course, what did she do? Joze called her the first thing that came to her mind. “Fruit sticks?” Oh god, oh god, the only thing she could remember from back then was the weapon that she wielded. They had introduced themselves, but for all of her thinking, she could not remember this girl’s name. The only thing that was coming up was fruit sticks. She honestly didn’t mean to even say the words that came out of her mouth. “Ah, I’m sorry, it’s just, you were, fruit sticks.”
They came out of her mouth again. No, she hadn’t meant for it to be like that. This was one of the people that bared witness to the snake monsters and the terror that was losing their voice, right? It wasn’t just some weird lookalike, surely! That would’ve been embarrassing. As if calling someone fruit sticks wasn’t embarrassing enough. But if there was anyone to remember, it was her. After all, that spectacle she made of herself on the roof? Her whole arm on fire and stuff like that, the oil and the flames, and the near-death experience.
Yeah, not exactly a forgettable thing there. Someone had died, after all. May she rest in peace (not really, Joze didn’t care outside of feeling guilty). “You are the one who flailed around with the fruit sticks, right?” She wasn’t just seeing things and this was some elaborate hallucination, right?
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LUKAS MADELEINE
Fire Kingdom
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Nov 25, 2013 20:29:13 GMT -8
The buzz of another motor got his attention immediately, and for a brief moment he regretted leaving his own transport about twenty feet back, because his paranoia chose that moment to inform him 'hey, you know, maybe someone followed you.' He shoved the idea side briefly, assured that he had remained hidden, and while he knew GPS were a risk to carry for someone like himself, he hadn't had the device long enough for anyone to even make a wild guess who was using it. It narrowed the options as to who could be following him considerably.
It didn't stop him from shifting into stealth tactics, lingering in the shadows of trees more significantly the closer the noise got, all the while keeping up to stay close to the spot he'd worked his ass off to get to. It took a few minutes before the faint buzz of the motor became a blaring growl from a few feet away, and as he remained carefully behind a particularly thick tree trunk, eyes narrowed as he debated his plan of action. A furtive glance around the tree told him the biker was sat exactly where he was meant to be, or at least close enough to tell him they had the same destination.
'Yeah that really makes me feel better about the whole idea of an ambush.'
He was here, though, and there was no turning back now. Instead, he inhaled slowly to calm himself, stashed the handheld GPS away and replaced it with his knife that was easily concealed by his palm and long sleeve of his blazer, lamented not wearing his sunglasses to conceal his face, and swung himself out from behind the tree, handgun pointed directly and plainly at the person sat astride the bike. His eyes were cold and his expression mildly annoyed as he took a few steps out to ensure they saw him, ignoring the brief moment of clarity that told him 'hey, dipshit, that could be a legitimate mountain biker, and your ass is about to get in trouble.'
Lukas could believe in coincidences, but not ones so blatant as someone stopping at the exact point he was headed towards.
“Off the bike” he demanded, his tone detached but firmly demanding, sight trained plainly on the helmet that hid their face. I hated that – they could hide his face but he couldn't. Dammit why did he leave his sunglasses. Unsurprisingly, the biker didn't listen to him, and his expression hardened when all they did was taunt him. If they planned to attempt to run him over, he had a sad reality to impart on them – he could shoot before they reached him. Nevertheless he kept quiet, instead eying up the opposition critically.
It was the moment he realized the curves that was telling of a female that his instincts hit him full force. So a female biker who just happened to be in the same place as him, and for that matter, seemed to be enjoying toying with him? There was a chance he could be wrong, sure, but the odds were definitely slim. After all...coincidences, and all that, and how there was no way this was one. Slowly, very slowly, he lowered his gun back to his side, before calling over the noise of the bike again. “What the hell are you doing here?” 'Did you follow me?' He wouldn't be surprised. Rayna always was trying to force him to admit that he knew something unnatural was going on, and this was like being caught with his pants down.
Oh yay.
“And turn that thing off so I don't have to shout, like we need more attention drawn over here. Or I could just accidentally shoot the tire so your ride back will be less than enjoyable.” he added a moment later, hoping his guess was the right one. If it wasn't...well, he may have lowered his weapon, but he hadn't clicked the hammer back out of place, and his reflexes were as good as ever. The fact the weapon was lowered was simply an illusion of 'relaxed'. |
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Dec 10, 2013 6:01:23 GMT -8
Be it Rayna’s luck to run into the one person that she was trying to keep this quiet from. Sadly seeing Lukas only raised her suspicions of what was going on. Lukas’ demand did not fall on deaf ears, but should couldn’t help but want to defy him. Gun or not Rayna had no fear, she’d been shot before, and worse, she also had a feeling that he wouldn’t really shoot. They were back, but to just shoot random people in the middle of a forest would be a bit low of them. She revved the bike, just enough that it would have gave a normal person a bit of a scare, but not Lukas. It had somehow hinted at who she was, not that she had a problem with that. Him knowing only made things easier for her.
Rayna listen closely and could hear the frustration that he was trying to keep in check, though she guess he was entitled to it. Though with the way he spoke at least she knew that he hadn’t somehow followed her, but she hadn’t followed him. So the real question became, why were they both there? His threat to shoot her tires was enough to convince Rayna that it was time to turn the bike off. She did just pay for the thing and would like it to last more than a few hours. She cut the power and hit the kick stand down as that she could relax without worrying about keeping the bike from falling over.
The blonde finally pulled of her helmet and placed it on her bike in front of her. Her suit case of goods was strapped in a haphazard way to the back of the bike and Rayna. These things were not made to carry more than just a person, so she had to get creative. There was no way Rayna was leaving home without at least one of her guns and the knife between her breast. She even had that belt knife strapped to her jeans, to call her prepared was a good start.
Her hair fell over her back and she ran her fingers through her hair to fix it from its wild form that had been made by the helmet and wind. She untied the gun case and set it on the ground next to her, maybe next time she would buy a gun bag instead. Sadly Rayna had a thing for keeping her guns safe and organized and a gun bag was not the best for that. She looked at Lukas, eyeing his gun and wondering why he was so uptight.
“I have my reasons for being here.” She wasn’t about to tell him about the crazy things that had been happening, knowing that he would just deny it all. ”That is a good question though, care to explain what you are doing here?”
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Dec 13, 2013 23:25:55 GMT -8
tagged: josephine, lukas, rayna, fate. time: may 17, 2012 - 7:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm for problems. Rhiannon was ninety-nine percent sure that turning around right now and heading back down the mountain before it got too dark was probably in her best interest. You know, just call her friend, have him drive back to get her, and get herself an appointment with a doctor or something to get her head checked out. Yes, sounded like a plan. Maybe she was suffering from the aftermath of dealing with... well, everything. And being out for the summer should have been relaxing, but apparently, so not the case. So yes, turning back sounded like an excellent idea.
And she had been this close to doing exactly that, had she not heard someone saying something about fruit sticks right next to her. Wait... fruit... sticks? What was this about sticks of fruit? Oh, god, what if that was the chainsaw murderer and -- oh. Upon turning around with one hand about to pull the metal baseball bat out of her backpack, Rhiannon found herself face to face with a very, very familiar blonde? Wait, what was her name again? Nevermind, that was a moot point, because the next thing Rhiannon knew, she had exclaimed, "Hey, you were the girl on fire!" And no, she did not mean Katniss Everdeen. This blonde girl had literally had her entire arm on fire during the whole thing with the snakes, if she remembered right.
"Fruit -- oh. Oh, right, uhm -- yes, that would be me, err..." Talk about just... Rhiannon didn't know anymore. Between the entire month thus far, the numbers popping up everywhere, and voices in her head, she was definitely not inclined to think that it was some freak coincidence that she and the girl who didn't die at the masquerade with snakes were present here on this (not so) lovely night in the middle of the mountains. "So... how have you been, I didn't think that anyone else would... be on a hike right about now." Dammit, Rhiannon, this was not the time for a casual conversation and catching up over (nonexistent) tea. But she couldn't exactly just start talking about phantom numbers and voices in her head all of the sudden. Even to someone who had fought magical snakes with her. "Anyhow, I was just --" And there it was again. That same voice calling for help. "... Did you hear that?" |
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Dec 17, 2013 0:09:48 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest The girl on fire? Oh, right, Joze had set herself on fire that night. A wonder she didn't burn herself too bad - was she getting better at her control or something? She hadn't really thought when it happened, it was more or less just instinct that had driven her. And the will to survive, that was a pretty big one. She didn't fancy being dead, not at all. But, well, she supposed it could be a compliment to be referred as the girl on fire. It was, at least, a lot better than being known as fruit sticks, for flailing around with them wildly.
Cordial conversation ensued, but Joze couldn't help but feel a little better that there was someone out here that she knew. At least there was someone out here - she didn't think that there would actually be people here. She had thought it was just her, seeing strange things and getting strange deductions and living through strange symbols popping up everywhere. Not exactly how she'd like to spend her life, wondering if she should be committed into a mental ward. Maybe it was just coincidence - maybe this person just liked to hike when it was just getting dark? Though, from what she remembered, fruit sticks didn't seem the type.
"I've been fine, yourself?" How exactly did she explain herself now? "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said that I was just out and about getting fresh air." Right, because finding herself in the middle of a forest area was getting a bout of fresh air. Joze was a little bit alarm when she heard fruit sticks again, jumping and turning around in a quick motion. "Hear what?"
Oddly enough, she didn't hear anything, but now Joze was just a little more alert (honestly though that wasn't saying much). They weren't... alone? "We probably shouldn't just stand around here." She made a little gesture to signal fruit sticks to follow her and headed off in the general direction she had been going before. "Have you had any other adventures aside from killer snakes that prevent speech and regrow heads and tails?" |
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Jan 9, 2014 14:32:27 GMT -8
He didn't answer her question immediately, instead he seemed to be sizing her up, as if debating if she was worth keeping around for whatever this was. Whatever mental check he was attempting to run, Rayna appeared to have passed it, because after a deliberate moment he commented “I'd like to think I can safely rule out ambush if you're here too – nothing logical should want us within backup range – but stranger things have happened recently.” He appeared to relax a little more after that, the lack of engine and helmet from her putting him at some ease. Even when she'd removed her helmet he hadn't been entirely relaxed – knowing Rayna, she'd run him over – or come close – just for kicks. Her question told him that she wasn't the reason he was here at least – she'd sounded genuine, so he could rule out her spiking his coffee with crazy.
He was slow to respond to her question nonetheless, though. What are you doing here...what a good question. Personally, he blamed his uncle – he needed someone to blame, after all.
They're coordinates. He avoided rolling his eyes while silently cursing him – why did he have to tell him that? “I'd say 'personal invite' but-” he suddenly silenced himself, sure he heard other voices. His eyes narrowed, and on instinct he gravitated towards Rayna, ready to move so that she could cover his flank in case his assumption about the ambush was wrong. He strained his ears for a moment, and he was sure he heard it then – voices, faint and jumping but decidedly getting closer. Still not an ambush, though – people didn't tend to talk while being sneaky. Nevertheless, he didn't like the idea, and it made him twitchy. He motioned for Rayna to remain quiet, stepping lightly in the direction where the voices came from. He couldn't see them, but they were definitely getting close.
With a thumb flick and a lazily lifted arm, a click bang echoed through the area, and the almost instant following crack as a base of a tree seemed to suffer from a small explosion as the bullet hit it. It was his way of attempting to send a message of 'now's not the time for a hike, kiddies, get out of the nice paranoid man's shooting range.' He just had to hope it worked. |
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Jan 18, 2014 23:44:13 GMT -8
Rayna could just feel the tension coming off from Lukas, as if any second he was going to freak and shoot someone, hopefully not her. She was not sure what had him on edge, but lately she kept getting this feeling from him more and more, maybe their life was finally catching up. For Rayna she probably lost a good piece of her mind ages ago, mostly when it can to feeling emotion along the lines of regret and remorse. She gotten so used to just killing, that their targets weren’t even seen as people anymore, just a job. A job that she carried out as well as she could, every day of her life.
“Yea well, I’m still not sure if we are here for the same reason, but still it wouldn’t hurt to stick together.” Well as long as Lukas learned to calm down, otherwise Rayna had half a mind to turn around and walk away. For now she would just keep an eye on him, after all they had bigger things to worry about, like why they were there. Rayna had a guess, but she was not sure on anything just yet, but when it can to Lukas she did have her worries. He was always in denial when she tried speaking with him, so she never knew what he was thinking. She wanted his help, wanted to be on his side, but how could she trust him if he couldn’t trust himself.
She looked in the direction that Lukas was facing, she had heard the voices too, but was not as jumpy as he was. She had been able to make out that it at last sounded female, making her guess that it was some hiker probably. What she hadn’t expected was for Lukas to just start shooting. She had never expected him to ever be more trigger happy then she was, this cause her some concern.”Lukas damn it, for all we know you are shooting at a bird.”
She finally got off her bike and headed in the direction that he had taken the shot. At least he aimed for a tree, keeping from hitting anyone who may have nothing to do with their problem. She moved quick enough to round the tree and see two girls, probably late teens or so. She took a deep sigh and then yelled out so everyone could hear her. “Damnit Lukas, it’s just some kids, not a bear or anything else scary.!” She glared over at Lukas for a moment and then called out to the two girls. “You girls ok? We’re sorry we startled you.” Maybe they had a clue to what was going on, it didn’t hurt to check.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Jan 19, 2014 17:44:32 GMT -8
tagged: josephine, lukas, rayna, fate. time: may 17, 2012 - 7:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm for problems. Oh, she was most definitely not the kind to go hiking, much less at night. Actually, she just wasn't one to go hiking in general. If she wanted to have a workout, she would much rather drag someone to go shopping with her and browse her way through every single store at the mall. Rhiannon wished she was at the mall instead of here right now -- she would much rather be almost anywhere else, actually. But alas, the reality was that she was here, in the mountains at night, and had just run into someone she knew from that party she had almost died at. Well, it was better than being in the mountains at night alone, she supposed.
"I could have sworn that I just... heard someone calling for help just now," Rhiannon said in an uncharacteristically quiet manner, as if she wasn't exactly certain about what she was claiming at the moment. "N-Nevermind... I might have just been hearing things, I think." Except she was sure she wasn't -- she had heard that voice before, just enough that she didn't believe that she was simply hearing things anymore at this point in time. She believed it about as much as she believed what was going on with seeing certain numbers repeat themselves lately at the oddest of times and places -- enough that it had to be more than mere coincidence. Not that she could tell anyone that without the risk of getting chucked in the loony bin. But then again, this entire month belonged in the loony bin.
"Yeah, probably not a good idea," Rhiannon replied, following along after the girl who had previously been on fire weeks ago (and was somehow still alive to tell the tale). At the mention of the snakes that might as well have been straight out of that one scene from Aladdin, Rhiannon shuddered. "... No, actually, everything has been relatively normal since then," the pink-haired girl quickly lied after a short pause. To say that her month had been normal would be the understatement of the century. In fact, right now, she felt like the reluctant heroine out of some young adult novel, minus the love interest that may or may not have been blatantly shoehorned into the plot. Not that she would mind as long as they were easy on the eyes (by her standards), but right now, there were more pressing, much more urgent matters at hand. "But to answer your previous question about --" Bang.
Let it be known that if she died out here today, her body would probably never be found in one piece, because it would seem that the chainsaw murderer had an accomplice with a gun to back them up. Rhiannon felt her breath catch in her throat in what was almost a squeak as she bolted to duck and hide behind the smaller girl's back -- no, really, this girl was just as short as some of the most petite people she knew. They were so dead, they were deader than dead, they were so fucking dead -- or not. At least, the woman who appeared from behind the tree didn't look or sound like she was about to murder them in cold blood. Not yet, anyways. It still didn't stop Rhiannon if this entire month wanted her dead though. It sure seemed like it at this point, if she was to be brutally honest about it.
Whoever this woman was though, she had someone with her -- Rhiannon was guessing that it was whoever had fired the gun earlier. "... We're... on a hike...?" Rhiannon offered from her hiding spot behind her acquaintance. Oh, god, that was just about the lamest explanation on the face of the planet right now. This day. This week. This whole fucking month. "Well, okay, more like we were going to... take a break right up ahead. Except I think that gunshot just now was... kind of from where we were going to sit down." Well, that was half the truth -- or a quarter of the truth. Rhiannon had no idea what Joze's plans were for being up in the mountains so late, but her own plan was to go to the spot that the supposed coordinates she kept seeing pointed her to -- and that just happened to be right up ahead. She sure as hell wasn't going to sit down there though. Take a look and run was more like it. |
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Jan 22, 2014 2:38:15 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest Joze, to be perfectly honest, had no idea where the hell she was going at this point. She had a general direction in mind, but she did remember something about a clearing, and she was pretty positive that was where she was going. It was a little odd though, she had gotten just a bit disoriented by finding that fruit sticks - her name, whatever it was. What was her name, again? Joze was forgetting. Or did she even know in the first place?
Well, it was certainly nice to see that someone had been alright for the course of, what, had it been two weeks already? Because Joze herself was just having a wonderful time keeping herself out of trouble. Hahaha, just kidding. Screw her life, why did everything have to be so hard, again? Oh, because someone decided from gods know where that fire powers bestowed on her was a great idea.
Oh that and how she'd never live a normal life again. Joze was pretty sure that would be the case anyways. Maybe she would have thought more about it, but her train of thought was more or less cut off as she waited for fruit sticks to continue on.
So of course, there was a bang, and the first thing she thought of was gun, even if it might not have been a gun or anything else. Was it hunting season? Of course Joze's first instinct, like a normal person, was to burn down the forest and book it. Because that's all she'd been doing lately. But she also wanted to find out the coordinates... but before she could really control herself she was already prepared to draw out fire.
Truth be told, Joze wanted to hide behind some random tree, but when fruit sticks cowered behind her, Joze found that her heart was pounding wildly and it was hard to move. She was alarmed, very much so. "Was that... a gun?" And then the reality of the situation dawned on her - being in the forest at this time was dangerous and dangerous people and... and stuff.
"Ekk!" If Joze could hide behind fruit sticks right now, she would have. "S-sorry! I was just a bit startled." Just like the woman said, whoever she was. No, no she was going to try not to burn down the forest tonight. Joze let fruit sticks do most of the talking.
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Post by LUKAS MADELEINE on Jan 25, 2014 0:57:29 GMT -8
“Yeah, well, doesn't matter now, whatever it is will be scared off.” he'd said in response to his partner, blatantly ignoring her annoyance at him. She could bite him, who was babysitting who here? Yeah that's right, he was pulling rank, meaning Rayna could sit down and shut up because ultimately, he called the shots. Well, if she didn't want the brunt of the Russian mob after her ass, anyway. Any other time, Lukas might have been mildly ashamed of himself that he'd even think of so ruthlessly turning the blonde in to his superiors – working together for years did form a camaraderie between people, and some degree of trust, even in their line of work – but goddammit he was not in the mood to be toyed with today.
He watched as she moved in the direction he'd shot, keeping his eyes trained on everything around her as he slowly followed, managing to keep himself looking calm while keeping his arm ready. His voice was belying his calm outlook, however – snippy would definitely be the best way to describe his tone, perhaps mixed with fatigue – he was just so tired of this, so tired of always being on alert – well, moreso than normal – always watching and waiting and telling himself the weird chapter of his life was over dammit an it just kept throwing more shit at him. “Excuse me or being cautious, in case you haven't noticed it's kept me alive for close to three decades.” he said in response to her accusation, and slowly, he held his weapon close to his side and slightly behind him, so you could only see the silver gleam of the firearm if you really looked at him, moving to stand near Rayna to see the 'victims' of his assault on the tree.
And it was just as Rayna had said, two young women, both looking ready to flee (which, he grimly noted, why hadn't they – obviously they had a death wish), and apparently heading in the direction of where they wanted to be, as well. 'I don't like this, something's wrong, get out of here.' His every nerve was on end, telling him this was an infinitely bad idea, and what the pink-haired one (which by the way, completely threw him off even though he was no stranger to hair dye, obviously, but why pink) only confirmed his growing unease. They were here for the same thing, weren't they? Dammit. This was bad. This was infinitely bad. However, he managed to push aside his concern and spoke, completely ignoring the fact he may have slightly shot at the two girls a moment before.
“Hiking trails are about ten miles west of here.” he observed, tone neutral. He normally wasn't fool enough to underestimate anyone, but from their eyes to their body language all he could see was genuine anxiety, so he kept himself relaxed and the gun loose in his hand by his side. He'd take it on what small shreds of faith he had that they were, in fact, not here for them, but there was no way in hell he was going to buy that they were on a hike. Out here. In the middle of nowhere. Where a scene akin to something from Deliverance could happen. He didn't care how 'young an adventurous' they were, that as just plain stupidity. So naturally, he called them on it.
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Feb 16, 2014 16:43:13 GMT -8
What was wrong with him? Lukas was acting more crazy then normal, in fact she was sure that all his denial were just making things worse. What bother her the most was not how Lukas was messing himself up. but he was hurting her and the others, he was risking their job with his instability. Risking everything because he couldn't admit that yes, some crazy shit did happen and maybe it was ok to talk about it. Rayna had tried, but Lukas was locking himself away more and more and losing it more. She worried about him, as much as Rayna could with her messed up emotions. Even then she knew that his denial was going to be the end of him if he wasn't careful. Rayna only hoped that his reasoning for being here was the same, and that he was finally willing to face the truth.
Rayna was unsure if she should feel bad for the two girls or laugh. They seemed harmless enough, and rather scared, a combo that got Rayna pretty excited. She couldn't help but want to see more of that fear, but now was not the time to feed her blood lust. They had their own reason for being here, although Rayna did not feel like the truth was all there. Not only did they say that they were hikers, but they just happen to be walking in a thick forest, in the mountains, to the same spot Rayna and Lukas had been standing? No Lukas was right, something was up and Rayna wanted to find out what.
"Although I am inclined to agree with my partner here, I'm pretty sure he is onto something. You girl are neither dressed for hiking, hunting, or anything of that sort. Better yet, you two look like you have never hiked a day in your life. So since we are all here, I can only assume there is a very good reason for it." Her German mixed accent was not too bad, but she was still doing her best to speak both slowly and softly. She didn't want to scare away these girls just yet, almost like she had a feeling that they were all there for the same reason. The only problem was that Rayna did not know how to point out that reason safely. "Maybe, just to humor me, that reason had something to do with some strange things happening lately? Like... I don't know, strange writing on a wall or book that were not meant to be there? Strange dreams with no reason behind them?" She shrugged and watched both the two girls and Lukas, she was feeling for a reaction. After all, if she didn't say it then who would?
Rayna wanted this over and done with and she was tired of pretending that everything was just fine and dandy. Lukas might have had himself convinced, but Rayna was not about to drive her self in denial. She wanted to get things solved, not go crazy, plus her obsession drove her to wanting to find out the truth. In all honestly, she probably couldn't stop if she wanted to.
Rayna had been too distracted to notice that they were being watched... followed.
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Post by F A T E on Feb 16, 2014 19:04:25 GMT -8
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It was following them. To be specific, it had been biding its time, being patient and letting the two rather slow and rather idiotic girls lead him to the others. This was an important task to be done. Fate had ordered it, and it shall be done. And what better more than to find all four of them together and strike then? Corrupted by Fate as it was, it was mindlessly following the orders of its master and doing as it was told - eliminating all traces of the fire kingdom, no matter how large or small, so that the entity could restart with people that it could control.
The ice elemental had not always been like this, a mindless and grotesque monster. Once upon a time ago, it had been a friendly and nice elemental, revered by the water kingdom and respected. But after the kingdom fell from the war, Fate had taken over it. Now it had turned violent, into a real monster, feared by its appearance and power. Once, perhaps, it had looked almost humanoid. But now, it was a hulking form of obsidian, four gargantuan claws on the floor and ripples of bright ice blue forming along its body like cracks. Large spikes of ice trailed down it's back and it's tail.
Four of them... all four of them gathered in one tidy place. Easy pickings for it, perhaps it would get the job done faster than it thought. Almost suddenly, icicles flew their way, aiming to kill, to eliminate, for the sake of its master's new reign.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Feb 17, 2014 17:25:33 GMT -8
tagged: josephine, lukas, rayna, fate. time: may 17, 2012 - 7:00PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: pm for problems. If Joze was wishing for a normal life right now, then Rhiannon sure as hell was lamenting her own lack of a normal life too right now. (Of course, not that Rhiannon would even know that Joze was ever normal -- to be perfectly honest, she was currently under the impression that the girl had been born with that fire magic voodoo she could do.) There was only a small handful of things that she wouldn't give up if it meant that she could go back to being a simple fashion design student whose biggest worry was whether or not she would be able to transfer into her dream school in New York come the second half of her junior year. Though, if it meant that her life would go back to being 110% normal the way it had been before, she would gladly never go to Parsons and stay stuck at Otis without ever complaining about it ever again.
But right now, there was a lot to complain about, and if she made it out of this alive, she was so going to be complaining nonstop -- in her head, because no one was going to listen to her talk about this without thinking she was completely batshit and had taken a metaphorical Olympic swan dive right off into the deep end. Not that people probably didn't already think she was meant for the crazy house as it was, if the words of the man that had come out of the clearing shortly after the woman were anything to go off of. This was definitely not a hiking trail by any stretch of the imagination, and she had already known beforehand even without being informed of that little bit that she and Joze going on a hike was just about the most unbelievable, lame excuse of an explanation ever. "Oh, r-right, that must have... slipped my mind."
Didn't believe in coincidences indeed. She wished it was only a coincidence that she was here right now. Although, why were they here right now, if this wasn't a coincidence? Like the guy had said, the hiking trails were apparently ten miles west, and while she would have been satisfied with coming up with her own reasons in her head about why they were there -- very ordinary reasons, such as the two of them being pro hikers or something who forged out into the wild blue yonder on their own, fuck the trails and what have you -- but the very fact that the man had said that he did not believe in coincidences had shot that idea one in the foot before it even had the opportunity to step out of the brain box. Not to mention that everything the woman with the man effectively shot that thought deader than dead with what she followed him up with.
She could have commented about the part about not having hiked a day in her life (though she had nothing to say about not being dressed properly for hiking -- there was no hiding the fact that even her most active-friendly outfit was still not very... well, active-friendly), but Rhiannon felt her heart simultaneously jump up into her throat and sink into her stomach at the woman's mention of strange writing appearing in places they shouldn't and odd dreams that felt just a tad too real to be simply the result of having eaten something funny the night before. That thing the man had said earlier about not believing in coincidences? Now Rhiannon had a very good idea why he and this woman were here too, and it was for the exact same reason she was. If not a coincidence, then just what was all of this, some weird magical threads of destiny thing?
"Well, when you put it that --" Duck!, the voice that she had been hearing for the past several days suddenly shouted, ringing in her head as loud as day as she echoed panickedly, "Duck...!" Rhiannon was quick to try to push Joze down as she let herself drop to the floor, rolling over onto her back -- ugh, ew, gross, there was going to be dirt and mud and forest matter smeared and stuck all over her clothes now -- to see icicles shooting overhead. "... Oh, no, not again, n-not this again..." The words were whispered to herself more than anything, but then all things considered -- magical talking snakes and wolves made of fire -- another attack straight out of some fantasy video game was the last thing she wanted to have to deal with right now. This was too much, all of this was too much, just what had she done to deserve all of this now? |
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom
FIRE KNIGHT
Posts: 90
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: waitress/student
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Feb 19, 2014 18:13:10 GMT -8
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of a. indifference or b. disinterest Oh. Hiking trails were quite a ways away, weren't they? So Joze supposed if she tried yelling for help in case shit was about to go down again (which was a curse for her, because shit always happened to go down wherever she went, she may as well be a walking hazard and stay cooped up in her bedroom and not potentially put people in danger), she wouldn't be getting an answer and then be left for dead. What'll it be this time? A monster, a vampire, or heaven forbid, a unicorn? Yeah, because angels weren't enough (even if they were dead, assuming there was more than one).
Not to mention two suspicious looking people that were scary and had guns. Maybe Joze was jumping to conclusions but if she didn't then she may as well be dead. The gravity of the situation (going out and getting some fresh air because her brain told her to go to some coordinates in the middle of buttfuck nowhere) was dawning on her and she wanted to go home really bad.
Huh, strange. "Strange things? Have you had those?" For a second she stopped pretending like she was actually normal for once because who knows, these people might not be normal too (and hopefully they were friendly, they ought to be friendly right?). Were these people in the same predicament as she was? And here she thought she was all alone. So there were a couple people who experienced the zombies with her, and there were a couple people who experienced the windy hydra plain, and then there were those scary scary people...
"I guess strange-" Ekk, again, Joze found herself being pushed on the ground. At first she was a little angry and a bit confused and a lot disoriented, enough that she did find herself hitting the ground and groaning in pain because the ground was really hard and she really didn't brace herself all that much. "What the heck- oh!" Joze was alarmed. Really alarmed. Because right where she had been there was a huge giant icicle thing (it probably wasn't really that huge, in hindsight, though in the moment of panic it seemed quite large) whizzing past. "Ah crap, not again."
But what the hell was she expecting when she went on this trip, sunshine and rainbows? What was it going to be this time?
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