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haventkilledusyet) wrote2013-03-04 05:47 pm
haventkilledusyet) wrote2013-03-04 05:47 pm
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1st Fight - [ action ]
[Another New Feather season, another flood of confused new residents. Unfortunately, Gretel has no idea how routine this is for the village. She, actually, knows very little of anything at present. She only knows not to stop moving, to keep going. If she stops to rest now, she won't get up, and it's cold enough that she knows to fear exposure. She hasn't lived this long just to be killed by the cold.
Her body shows signs of the ordeal she's obviously been put through since her arrival. Dressed in only the New Feather gown, there is no hiding the abuse of the elements. Her skin is red from the chill she's fighting, and there are scratches on her legs and hands as well as blood on her bare feet, fresh against the well-worn scars on her body. She's walked all day, crossed the field after waking alone and barely dressed and fought her way through the branches of the forest, guided by a few tall buildings that served as the promise of civilization. Faint traces of vomit cling to her lips and the back of her hand despite an earlier attempt to clean it off. The cause is likely the patch of feathers missing from her left wing.
The fountain glitters in the light of the moon, and Gretel uses it as a focus. Walking all day is nothing new, but she's barely dressed -- especially for this weather -- and has an untreated wound. Or, at least, that's what the damage to the unwanted growth on her back feels like. She has resisted the allure of every source of water, too worried she might slump over and never be found. But the buildings all around her, even dark as they might be right now, promise traffic come morning.
Gretel's throat burns as she drops to her knees and cups her hands to bring water to her mouth. She's shouted herself hoarse as she's walked all day, and now the fatigue is setting in. She's not sure she can even get up any time soon without some help.]
(Two requests for Gretel's first Luceti encounter: please no magic users or non-humans. Either would provoke a very violent reaction, and I'd prefer to avoid that for this thread. Thanks.)
Her body shows signs of the ordeal she's obviously been put through since her arrival. Dressed in only the New Feather gown, there is no hiding the abuse of the elements. Her skin is red from the chill she's fighting, and there are scratches on her legs and hands as well as blood on her bare feet, fresh against the well-worn scars on her body. She's walked all day, crossed the field after waking alone and barely dressed and fought her way through the branches of the forest, guided by a few tall buildings that served as the promise of civilization. Faint traces of vomit cling to her lips and the back of her hand despite an earlier attempt to clean it off. The cause is likely the patch of feathers missing from her left wing.
The fountain glitters in the light of the moon, and Gretel uses it as a focus. Walking all day is nothing new, but she's barely dressed -- especially for this weather -- and has an untreated wound. Or, at least, that's what the damage to the unwanted growth on her back feels like. She has resisted the allure of every source of water, too worried she might slump over and never be found. But the buildings all around her, even dark as they might be right now, promise traffic come morning.
Gretel's throat burns as she drops to her knees and cups her hands to bring water to her mouth. She's shouted herself hoarse as she's walked all day, and now the fatigue is setting in. She's not sure she can even get up any time soon without some help.]
(Two requests for Gretel's first Luceti encounter: please no magic users or non-humans. Either would provoke a very violent reaction, and I'd prefer to avoid that for this thread. Thanks.)
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She doesn't like this idea at all. But she needs somewhere to sleep.]
There's no inn or anything? Where I have to pay for my board?
[Even without money, she'd prefer knowing who she owes and what the debt amounts to rather than the magic forces that brought her here.]
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No, there isn't. The people that keep us here provide everything, so there's no money to change hands.
[He sits back, rubbing his forehead. This could go either very badly...or somewhat badly. From what he's gathered from their conversation so far, she's probably not going to take this next part well. At all.]
I don't know if you read the book they left with you, or if you've talked to anyone else, but you're in a shielded enclosure. One none of us have been able to figure out how to get out of. We're pretty much here under the guise of 'being protected' from what's on the other side of the barrier, according to our keepers, who are called the Malnosso.
Supposedly, they're trying to find a way to get us all back to our homes. Whether they're telling the truth about any of it is debatable, especially considering some of the things they've done to the inhabitants, but some people who have been here longer will correlate that information for you.
But yeah, what it boils down to is that there's nothing to pay, except for whatever deal with the devil exists just for being stuck in here.
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[Which is true. She was far more interested in getting a move on, rather than sitting around to see what was there. She'd had a very specific goal in mind, and it was still nagging at her.]
What're the chances that since I got pulled into this shit, my brother's here too?
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Chances are though, if you haven't found him yet, they didn't grab him.
As for the book, it'll show up soon enough, whether you want it to or not. It'll have your name on the cover, looks pretty similar to this one.
[He'll put his own book on the table between them.]
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[She'll figure out what to do about Hansel later. Not being here, possibly arriving. For right now, she's trying to tell herself not to worry.
Easier said than done, but she's trying.]
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[So it might as well be magic...]
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[Until she gets a proper schematic and full explanation on how it works? Gretel's not buying science. This whole place just stinks of black witchcraft.]
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Work with what you can. But right now, there's not much to work with.
[He's not happy with the place either, and that would be the case regardless of so-call black magic or not. It's enough to be a prisoner under the guise of being 'protected'.]