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Entry tags:
- ! event,
- teen wolf: malia tate,
- º fate: elizabeth bathory,
- º fate: ibaraki douji,
- º fate: robin hood,
- º ff type-0: jack,
- º ffxv: aranea highwind,
- º ffxv: nyx ulric,
- º houseki no kuni: phosphophyllite,
- º lost girl: kenzi malikov,
- º mass effect: lantar sidonis,
- º mcu: brock rumlow,
- º mcu: bucky barnes,
- º mcu: howard stark,
- º mcu: jiaying,
- º mcu: natasha romanoff,
- º mcu: skye,
- º mcu: steve rogers,
- º ouat: jefferson,
- º teen wolf: jordan parrish,
- º teen wolf: lydia martin,
- º the hollows: rachel morgan,
- º tvd: caroline forbes,
- º tvd: damon salvatore,
- º tvd: katherine pierce,
- º tvd: stefan salvatore,
- º world trigger: kohei izumi,
- º z nation: ten thousand
(catch-all) the storm & the st. paddy's day festival
CATCH-ALL: 16TH & 17TH
march 16 | THE THUNDER ROLLS |
The day starts off atmospherically heavy. The clouds are low, and the temperature is unusually warm, settling in the mid to high 50s (teens in Celsius). Townies are wandering around town in lightweight jackets and hoodies making small talk about the unusual weather, but for the most part they're pleased with the warmth, even if the clouds off in the distance look rather ominous. As the day goes on, the clouds creep closer and the residents seem more inclined to get a roof over their heads and stay there. The midmorning news predicts heavy rainfall by the late afternoon, but the savvier townsfolk say it’s going to be worse than that.
They’re not wrong. The sun drops low, and the winds start to pick up, howling through the trees, bringing with them nickel-size chunks of hail and torrential rains. The darker the night gets, the worse the storm hits Wayward Pines; by the time the sun has set, the sky is obscured with opaque, swirling clouds, the winds snapping trees in half, rattling the power lines, causing electricity to flicker and sometimes go out. The hail pings against the cars not safely parked inside garages, leaving the more exposed with significant damage to paint and windows, and anyone brave (or stupid) enough to step outside is instantly soaked to the skin in cold rain.
The most chilling thing of all isn’t the rain. Anyone trying to wait the weather out on Main Street will hear three wrenching cries coming from the woods, almost like the exact moment a person shreds their vocal cords in a scream. The townies claim not to hear anything unusual. It’s just the wind, they say, and they may be right. The sound as it shrieks through the trees and between buildings is similar enough to cast doubt, and combined with the rain even the most experienced camper would likely get lost trying to find it.
march 17 | THERE’S WHISKEY IN THE JAR, OH |
Whatever damage was caused by the previous night’s storm has mostly been cleared from Main Street by the early morning of St Patrick's Day. The streets are still a little wet, with plenty of puddles for the more adventurous children (and adults) to splash around in. The air is still a little chilly, but nothing a sweatshirt can’t fix. Nothing’s fully set up until about nine in the morning, but when it is, the St. Patty’s Day celebration gets under way. It’s small, more of a farmers' market or small festival than anything major. There’s food stalls and tables for eating, as well as a few booths where townsfolk are plying their crafts and non-food wares, as well as live music. The festivities during the daylight hours are pretty tame, a PG-rated good time for all.
When the sun sets, the party gets a little more rowdy. Someone busts out the booze and someone else busts out the Mardi Gras beads, and the music gets louder. While many food stalls are still open, the rest have shut down as the street fills with revelers, many of them holding cups half-filled with beer or something a little stronger. This part of the party isn’t for kids, and if anyone underage is spotted they'll quickly get escorted back home by the police — so try not to get caught, yes?
MOD NOTES
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done, i'm so sorry
they're uh.
see, she tried to pull off all thirty at once, and now they're getting all tangled around her horns. ]
Ah, one moment.
[ tipping her head down, eliza pulls. and pulls. one way and then the other. a few snaps pop and she shoves those beads at damon, not truly caring if he catches them or not. right now, she's more concerned about them all twisting around her already twisted horns. ]
i can't.
He can't.
He has to look around, to see if someone else at this festival is witnessing this, this SNL sketch. ] Do... you need help?
[ Could he help her? He thinks nobody could help her. Does he need to be here for this? ]
:D
well, actually, he could. he's mild-mannered and spent a lot of his time making eliza's halloween costume, so... maybe he could help her with this tangle of plastic and string. alas, her vampire 'zerker uncle isn't here, so eliza takes a short breath and slowly works at the knots.
it takes her a minute or two, but eventually she gets them all off, a wide grin splitting her face as she holds the necklaces up. ]
...
[ wait. ]
...Did you say something?
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No, sorry, I didn't. But, kudos on the great detangling of 2017. [ How can he extract himself. ]
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guess where the necklaces are going.
if you guessed "getting shoved into damon's arms" then you win the prize! what's the prize? more mardi gras beads! ]
Hold these! My adoring public gave them to me, I don't want to lose them!
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Whatever that means?...
Does he smell honey? ]
1/2
and then in a flash of bright light and gold magic, her old lolita-style outfit is suddenly replaced with something far more... well. halloween-y, for lack of a better word. there's no magical girl style transformation here, even though eliza would never turn down a chance to show off even more than she already has. but with the way she's leaning on her tall orange pitchfork, suddenly out of breath? it's safe to say that even such a quick shift of magic has taken a lot out of her.
she pants softly, the tiny wings on her shoulders flicking, before finally pulling herself up tall. ]
Trick 'r Treat! Fresh blood witch Elizabeth Bathory has arrived!
[ she cackles excitedly — then almost immediately cuts herself off. ]
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[ crap ]
Caster! My name is Caster, and I'm the witch of Halloween!
seriously, all the keywords of this entire thread. KEYWORDS, m'am
The bright lights and golds don't faze him, he could stare at the sun, his eyes would burn out and grow back.
That's an idea.
Too late, however, her slight of something reveals a costume. It's a witch costume. But Halloween themed. Does that count as cosplay? What did he do in this life to deserve this?
She's so proud and yet so, so 5'0. ]
Bathory. As in the blood countess. You know she bathed in the blood of her victims. So they say. [ because what else is he really going to say now. ] Elizabeth Bathory has more recognition if you wanted input. Nasty connotation, but if your reputation can handle it, s'better than Caster. [ What kind of name is that. ] Well, I saw your - costume and it's very Halloween witch cosplay J-pop wow, but - I have to get to handing these extra beads out. I see a lot of naked necks.
... Neat trick, though.
I'M SO GLAD 1/2
Haaaa....! Master's going to be so mad at me! I wasn't supposed to tell anyone not from Chaldea...
[ even though she realizes that gudako is not here, and neither is anyone from chaldea except for ibaraki. even then, it's better for a heroic spirit to never reveal their name unless absolutely necessary. ]
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It's not a trick! It's magic! [ her pitchfork whirls around, and she sets the end of the handle into the ground behind her so she has something to lean on. ] And people say a lot of things, but I guess it can't be helped. If the cat's out of the bag, there's no getting it back in without some hooked wire and a gutted mouse.
[ her tail flicks, this time in agitation. ]
I'm aware of the legacy my choices have left behind, nasty or not. But if you tell anyone else, you're talking about the past.
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Wait. Wait. ] Wait, so, you're -- Caster? [ See through his facade, m'am. ] The Caster? Idolized? [ Said, so dryly. ] World famous. [ He leans in, bringing a hand by his mouth, palm flat. ] Though, would that be talking about before? As Ke$ha put it, you are who you are. [ And then leaning back up. ] But, whatever. You're you and that was all something else.
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... Who the hell is "Ke$ha"?
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