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Who: Willow Rosenberg (frogfear) and you!
What: November Catch-All
When: November
Where: Around Trench and Sleeper Farm
Content Warnings: Standard event warnings
Sleeper Farm A (Wolfwalker Option)
She's the wolf when she wakes up on the floor of the stall, chained to the wall by the muzzle on her face, but she's getting more and more accustomed to this happening when she's asleep. It hits her after a few seconds that she has no idea where her human body is, and the realization drives her to her feet in a moment of sheer panic. The last thing she remembers is heading back to the house after leaving the Archives, which means whatever happened, probably happened on the way home. She has to get out of here.
Willow plants her feet and pulls back against the chain, whipping her head back and forth to try to forcibly pull herself free. It doesn't even budge a little, though, in spite of her efforts, and she feels weaker than normal, like she's been recovering from a bad bout of the flu. She flops to the ground in frustration and exhaustion, sides heaving.
She can smell the oil, blood, and strange fermented odor in the air she can't quite identify. And... another Sleeper? She turns her head, as though realizing suddenly that she's not alone. Maybe they can get each other out. Little help, please?
Sleeper Farm B (Human Option)
It's a stroke of sheer luck that Willow's managed to free herself unassisted, and is now free to try to find a way out. It's probably a blessing in disguise that her powers are barely accessible. She's been working to gain control over her ability to pick up on the emotions of those around her, and somewhere like this, full of pain and terror, she'd much rather not to be hit full force with it anyway. Still. There's enough getting through that she's aware that there's someone else trapped down here too. This place seems particularly ominous, and of course she can't leave someone else abandoned down here if there's any chance she can help.
She's a little nervous of calling attention to herself, though, as she creeps along the corridor, peering into the stalls to try to find someone else, so she stays quiet. She's spotted a couple of the Zealots creeping around, but she's been fortunate enough to be able to avoid them so far. Finally, she spots a figure in a corner of one of the stalls and lets out a relieved sigh.
"Hey. Hey, can you hear me?" She whispers.
Blood Crazed Zealots
Willow could feel the strange sensation of being watched as she left the school, then of being followed. A couple times she glances around, and finds herself seemingly alone on the streets. It feels oddly deserted, though - she's used to seeing more people out and about, even if it is beginning to get dark.
Another glance behind her, and she spots a hooded figure who seems to radiate a particularly malevolent presence. She's reminded a little bit of the first time she spotted Maul on the streets of Deerington, but she's already well aware it's not him. It's definitely something else. It feels like something out of a bad dream.
She picks up the pace, and tries to add some twists and turns into her usual route to try to lose them, but each time she glances back, they're still there, and still following. Puck appears as well, called forth unconsciously by her nervousness, and the fox trots alongside her with his ears pinned back against his head. He doesn't like it either.
She takes another look behind her as she turns a corner and crashes straight into another Sleeper, with a startled cry, and she immediately backs up and looks contrite. "Oh! Um. Sorry - Sorry. I - uh, thought you were something else."
frogfear) and you!What: November Catch-All
When: November
Where: Around Trench and Sleeper Farm
Content Warnings: Standard event warnings
Sleeper Farm A (Wolfwalker Option)
She's the wolf when she wakes up on the floor of the stall, chained to the wall by the muzzle on her face, but she's getting more and more accustomed to this happening when she's asleep. It hits her after a few seconds that she has no idea where her human body is, and the realization drives her to her feet in a moment of sheer panic. The last thing she remembers is heading back to the house after leaving the Archives, which means whatever happened, probably happened on the way home. She has to get out of here.
Willow plants her feet and pulls back against the chain, whipping her head back and forth to try to forcibly pull herself free. It doesn't even budge a little, though, in spite of her efforts, and she feels weaker than normal, like she's been recovering from a bad bout of the flu. She flops to the ground in frustration and exhaustion, sides heaving.
She can smell the oil, blood, and strange fermented odor in the air she can't quite identify. And... another Sleeper? She turns her head, as though realizing suddenly that she's not alone. Maybe they can get each other out. Little help, please?
Sleeper Farm B (Human Option)
It's a stroke of sheer luck that Willow's managed to free herself unassisted, and is now free to try to find a way out. It's probably a blessing in disguise that her powers are barely accessible. She's been working to gain control over her ability to pick up on the emotions of those around her, and somewhere like this, full of pain and terror, she'd much rather not to be hit full force with it anyway. Still. There's enough getting through that she's aware that there's someone else trapped down here too. This place seems particularly ominous, and of course she can't leave someone else abandoned down here if there's any chance she can help.
She's a little nervous of calling attention to herself, though, as she creeps along the corridor, peering into the stalls to try to find someone else, so she stays quiet. She's spotted a couple of the Zealots creeping around, but she's been fortunate enough to be able to avoid them so far. Finally, she spots a figure in a corner of one of the stalls and lets out a relieved sigh.
"Hey. Hey, can you hear me?" She whispers.
Blood Crazed Zealots
Willow could feel the strange sensation of being watched as she left the school, then of being followed. A couple times she glances around, and finds herself seemingly alone on the streets. It feels oddly deserted, though - she's used to seeing more people out and about, even if it is beginning to get dark.
Another glance behind her, and she spots a hooded figure who seems to radiate a particularly malevolent presence. She's reminded a little bit of the first time she spotted Maul on the streets of Deerington, but she's already well aware it's not him. It's definitely something else. It feels like something out of a bad dream.
She picks up the pace, and tries to add some twists and turns into her usual route to try to lose them, but each time she glances back, they're still there, and still following. Puck appears as well, called forth unconsciously by her nervousness, and the fox trots alongside her with his ears pinned back against his head. He doesn't like it either.
She takes another look behind her as she turns a corner and crashes straight into another Sleeper, with a startled cry, and she immediately backs up and looks contrite. "Oh! Um. Sorry - Sorry. I - uh, thought you were something else."
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"Have they caught you before? They seem to get your scent faster if you've been taken at least once," Herc explains, not stopping as he keeps grip of Willow's arm.
As they're rounding a corner, he abruptly releases her and sends her ahead of him while he gets a pocketknife and rolls his sleeve up, slashing a wrist open, vileblood welling up and spilling over to drip all over the ground. "Keep going!" he barks over his shoulder, making sure to let the blood pool thick and heavy all over the ground, smearing some deliberately at the sides of the alley, and then turns to chase after willow, keeping the wound closed with his hand, now. "Might slow the bastard down."
Hopefully.
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She pauses as he stops he stops to slash his wrist, but carries on quickly at his insistence. She comes out of the alley at a main road she doesn't recognize and stops suddenly looking around and glancing back at Herc with an alarmed look. She can feel the zealot closing in on them. "Yeah - yeah, it's slowing him down, and pissing him off."
She looks up and down the road and an idea hits suddenly. "Lamps - there's gotta be a lamp around here somewhere. That'll give us some distance."
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"Lamps?" Herc repeats dubiously, but whatever, it's a better idea than whatever he can come up with at the moment because eventually, they're going to tire of running. "All right, keep running and see if you can spot one up that way-" he gestures up the street.
While she does that, he's going to lay out some more splashes of blood at the mouth of the alley to further slow down the zealot. Only then does he run after Willow, darting at a fast clip to catch up with her while stemming the blood flow from his wound.
"Any luck?"
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He catches as her eyes land on a soft glowing light down a side street, just a handful of houses away and points. "There!"
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It's such a small thing, but it sure does give a surge of hope which in turn gives Herc a burst of energy, helping him pull ahead a bit and grab up Willow's hand with his to help her along.
"C'mon, we're almost there-!" he grunts, not daring to glance back to see just how close the zealot's getting.
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Willow's eyes land on the zealot as it rounds the corner. Gripping Herc's hand, she slaps her free one down on top of the lamp. It's like being connected to the whole town all at once. She feels short on time, though, so she picks the first location that feels like it should be a safe place for them to lay low for awhile, and with a blinding flash of light, feels them dragged to the Watch Tower in Crenshaw.
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It's unpleasant to say in the least, but Herc's not going to complain when they're far away from the zealot. He gasps for air and is a bit unsteady on his feet for a second before catching himself and straightening, looking around to take stock of where they've wound up.
"Neat trick, that," he comments, steadying himself because this is definitely not the time to break down even a little. "Have those lamps always been like that?"
He's also going to take the time to drag out a clean handkerchief from his jacket pocket, releasing Willow's hand and using the cloth to wipe any traces of vileblood from her fingers. "You all right?"
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"Yeah, I'm okay now. Thanks," she answers, trying to catch her breath. "The, uh, lamps - you just have to put your hand near them, and you can kinda feel it. That's what those little skeleton guys in our welcome bags did too - you put them down somewhere, and two of their friends pop up and boom. Teleporting lamp. Are you okay?"