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all teeth, but not smiling ([personal profile] shikomizue) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-11 08:58 pm

. all you have's your axe to grind . closed

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke ([personal profile] shikomizue) & "Friends" | Closed
What: Catch All For April-May-June
When: Over April / May / June
Where: Mostly Wyver, some Thesa and Olympia
Warning(s): alcohol + graphic violence + bang + will edit as needed

[ closed starters in the comments ]
originallutece: sending you back where you came from, STOP JUGGLING (neutral; considering)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-06-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The same black substance that had pinned Takasugi to the wall a month ago swirls around Rosalind's hands. She's panting, worn out and exhausted, and her head snaps as a sword slides past her. For one horrifying moment she thinks it was meant for her, but--

No. The creature, and her nose wrinkles as the stench of innards floats up towards them. It's no worse than anything else around here, but being so close makes her nauseous.

Belatedly, she looks over at her rescuer. And what a sight she makes: her sclera are black, her irises a vivid electric blue that stands out sharply. The energy in her hands writhes and coils, twisting around her fingers and groping her wrists, but she doesn't seem bothered.

Slowly, she lets the power drain away. The blackness in her gaze fades; her hands loosen and become clear. Soon it's Madam Lutece, human and ordinary, standing before him once more.]


To find a way out of the city.

[Her voice is calm, if not tense with seriousness. But there's none of the terror that surrounds them, nor the panic. She's levelheaded even now (though god knows her mind swirls with questions).]
originallutece: even in the bath okay sometimes you get good ideas in the bath!! (talk; science at any cost)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-06-20 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
As long as I need to.

[Which isn't actually a lie. Endurance isn't her problem when it comes to this power. Deliberately she takes a few steps back, not trusting him.]

And what's your plan, exactly?
originallutece: i think i'm going to kill you (anger; pun at me one more time)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-06-21 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Then tell me your plan instead of passive-aggressively insinuating mine isn't as clever.

[Survive isn't much of an answer, after all. Rosalind glances around again, her mouth pursing. The chaos is growing worse; soon they'll be in as much danger of being trampled as anything else.]
originallutece: we'll be gone (neutral; then soft as shadows)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-06-22 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She watches him for a long few seconds, then jerks her head in a nod.]

In the meantime, then . . . shelter ought to be a priority. Somewhere a bit more isolated.

[She doesn't have quite so long to wait as he does, but she has a bit of time before her twenty-four hour limit expires. So they're sticking together for this, she's determined, because better the enemy you know, so on and so forth.]
originallutece: I can honestly tell you I give far less of a damn than Rhett (talk; frankly my dear)

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-06-28 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Then let's find one before dark.

[How many beasts can there possibly be? Easily scared, and easily driven away. Perhaps some need to be slaughtered, but she'll leave that to him. Rosalind jerks her head, striding forward, heading towards one of the gates.

It's going to be a long journey, and she hates nature. Rosalind grimaces, then:]


We'll steal . . . oh, whatever we can find. A horse, preferably.