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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:49 pm
There was plenty time in the day AND night when you barely slept, as Calder found. Armed with an overworking mind and exhausted, the kelpie had been stalking about the campus, ears up, eyes wide, ready for an attack, all the while writing and thinking and drawing on random pieces of paper and a large scroll of blueprint paper he took from Barth's room that was littered with random drawings, facts, and ideas. This mess had found itself laid on a library floor as Calder collected books and started to make piles about him on the ground, not able to sit for too long as he flipped through pages, read, and tossed a few aside.
Biting his nails, he would occasionally look around, hearing whispering in the silence of the library as he gripped whatever novel he had as a potential weapon before resuming his studies. Every once in a while, his eyes would close and he'd go still, only to wake up minutes later - as was the case this very moment.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:36 am
Lizzy was, to be honest, just wandering about the school at this time; she knew about the 'voices', only because she was told. She was also told about the events that had transpired on the Horsemen Islands, which... Frankly, she was still in disbelief over. She knew that the hunters were powerful, but powerful enough to destroy a whole civilization?
Somehow, in her wandering, she found herself in the library - a place she had not visited for many Octobers now. It hadn't changed much though, still as empty as before, still smelling of books and wood... Maybe it was nostalgia, but she made her way in, walking down shelf after shelf, stocked full of books. An odd sight soon stopped her in her tracks, however, and she blinked at the student among the stacks of books on the floor.
"Calder...?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:50 am
When he heard his name, the kelpie ducked, ears back and looking around for any signs of who had called him. With the voices constantly muttering, he was with the impression that there were people talking behind his back, floating through the aisles of books just out of sight but there. It bothered him not to see them. It bothered him to hear them always. It bothered him that no matter how many pillows he tried to put over his head, they didn't stop.
When he caught sight of something not square and shelved, he targetted it before looking up.
"Oh....Allo Lizzah." Calder said, smiling in relief that someone actually real was talking to him. He took a moment to rub his strained, worn eyes and set what he was writing down to smile at her. "Havent saen yoo in a while." She seemed to be well and fit, and he could only assume she had stayed at school instead of the islands.
Considering they were alone, he felt this was a great opportunity. Shoving some books over, he made a spot on the floor beside him for her to sit.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 12:50 pm
Lizzy took a while to actually decipher what Calder was saying, but she understood him well enough, despite his... Accent? She had never noticed it before though.
"Not since the trials," She nodded, offering him a smile before she made her way over, sitting down beside him, since he was so nice to invite her to join him in... Whatever he was doing. Looking at the pile of books, and then at the paper he had with him, she couldn't help being curious. Unable to make sense of the items placed around them, she decided to ask Calder directly, "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 9:53 pm
"Researchin." He said, moving a few books. The titles were everything from Foreign Plants to Mechanics of Travel even to A Basic Guide to Beginners Spellcrafting. For a monster, magic was very much out of his capabilites, but he had it there for reference in hopes there were ways around such things or, if he could manage, to recruit someone who could.
Various diagrams, random notes stolen from books, and many question marks were spotted around scraps of paper, the biggest being a rolled up scroll of blueprint paper Calder took from Barth's room.
"I was thinkan aboot portals...and traps....and magic." He smiled to her. "The magic the hunters use. The portals hunters use. That and what traps we could set up on campus to slow them down if they come here again. Something only we would know and not them." He rubbed his eyes before holding up a book titled Magic Beyond: Advance Magic In The Field. "Maybah we could make pendunts like them ta send anyone wah wanted back hoome like they cun. That way everyone can escape." He looked at the book. "Or maybe control them....or Track 'em!" He wrote that down on a piece of random paper before shaking his pen for more ink.
"Do ya have ah pen?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:25 am
"Ah, I see..." She blinked, taking a closer look at the books, taking one at random and idly flipping through the pages, a frown growing on her face. There were many technical terms used, and she could not understand them. She was a demon, yes, but while she had been in school for many, many Octobers, they had never really been taught magic... There was one lesson, back when she was a Snot, and then... There was no follow-up.
"That would be nice, but..." She looked around and sighed, lowering her voice, "Do be careful, alright?" He seemed wound up enough already, and she really found no reason to wound him up further by saying anything more, "A pen... Let me check... Ah!" She found one a black pen tucked away in her skirt pocket, and held it up for Calder with a smile.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 11:06 am
Calder eagerly took the pen, writing 'Break Portal Device?' and then set another book aside. "I will beh. Aint like I cun doo much werse." He laughed at this, knowing how very sad such a statement like that could be, before going quiet.
"With tha horsemen goon, they'll come fur us." He looked at her, serious. "Theyll blow us all apart." He chewed the pen, looking at his notes. "Tha horsemen weren't evan used for weapoons. Not like us." He wrote a few more notes down on this other random train of thought. 'Not compatible?'
"Maybah they doon't ned us as badly anymoore?" His brow creased with deep concern. Capturing at least gave a chance for saving. Full destruction - that was sudden. There was no going back from that. Amityville was smaller than the four islands.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:18 pm
Lizzy was about to say 'things can always be worse', but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being; anyway, it's not like her to make depressing, pessimistic remarks anyway.
"During the Death trials," Her voice was hushed, "We saw it right? What a world destroyed by hunters would look like. Dull, grey, devoid of fear. Halloween is much larger than the Islands though, I imagine... We have many worlds within this one, after all." Maybe that's why they've not been destroyed yet.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:26 pm
Calder chewed on the pen, looking more at the paper for the sake of not looking at her. "It's here I'm most concerned about." It was a selfish thought, but this place held the most importance to him - running neck and neck with his own home. There was only a small assurance that his parents lived so far out in the swamps that the hunters probably wouldn't find them important enough to hunt down, but if given time, there would be no place safe for them.
"The horsemen showed us a Halloween taken over by Hunters in the trials. They also showed us in the Death clan a world devoid of humans. It wasn't pretty. Without them, we have no Fear. We can't survive." He set the pen down and ran his hands through his hair. "It's a horrible thought. They want to kill us. They're not afraid of us, but they can't really destroy us, can they?" He looked to her. "I mean, we're made from them. All wee scarlings know that. So...it....there just isn't any end." He rubbed his eyes as a headache was coming on and opened another book.
"If we could stop them from coming in or defend ourselves, then the hunters wouldn't be a problem. We need to keep them from getting in here. Destroy their portals or keep them from making them." He sighed. "How are they getting in here? I just want to know that." It was unclear by now if he was speaking to Lizzy or himself.
((** Didn't Scottish it all up cause I got lazy. Use your Imagination.))
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:55 pm
"Of course," She replied softly, eyes shifting to look at her own lap, "That's understandable." Amityville had became their second home for many of them, so it was only normal to want to protect it, protect the lives they led, protect the friends they had made.
"I heard about that," She nodded; Shun had already told her about the 'trance' thing they experienced on the Island of Death, "They can thin our numbers. Stop us going into the human world by controlling Halloween. Without Fear from scaring humans, we can't have Scarelings... So the generation dies with us."
As he pondered over his questions, she shrugged; she had a feeling that blocking them from coming in is impossible. Even if they somehow block them from coming to Amityville, Halloween is huge. There might be portals everywhere... And they could always make their way back here. Then, there is also the Haunted House... Another immediate worry of hers were the Bogeymen, who seemed intent on shutting them down. She closed her eyes, frowning as Arel's words echoed in her mind.
Don't make them angry.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:20 am
"They're so angry with us. They hate, hate, hate, and they aren't afraid ta die. That's the scary thing. They don't care. Death clan showed we were fightin for ages - maybe it will never stop." It was centuries of war and bitterness between them for generations. "Death clan showed we fought them on their land. I doon't think we can doo that agan." But they brought the war here to their land and they were here to destroy it all regardless of the fact that Halloween couldn't be destroyed as long as humans lived. Just as Halloween couldn't destroy the human world without destroying itself.
"All we can do is protect und keep thum away." He tapped the pen. "Protect ourself......get rid of their weapons.....set traps....." He scratched the side of his head before pulling on one of his ears as he became frustrated again.
His worn eyes lifted up back to Lizzy. "How is evaryone?"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 7:56 am
"There's really only so much we can do," Was the only reply she gave; she had enough weighing on her mind as it was... There were so many things to do within what seemed like a limited amount of time; if she had to guess, the hunters wouldn't try to attack them now... Especially since they just got rid of the Horsemen, who seemed like the main target of their attack. Again, Amityville was just... At the wrong place during the wrong time.
"Everyone?" She blinked, looking sheepish, "It depends on who you're asking about..."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:11 am
Calder set his book aside and the pen down, before setting his elbow on his knee, and his head in his hand, looking at her with a soft smile. "I've got time. Anyone really bad off?" He actually had plenty of time, and he hadn't talked to anyone today. Time was blurring in a way that made him feel as if there was no night and day.
"..and how have you been? Anything on your mind?" And was there anything he was capable of helping with.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:41 pm
"Mmm, no, not really," She offered Calder a smile in return, "I visited a few people, and they seem alright... They heard voices at first, but the voices had already subsided for most of them." She hoped that there wouldn't be anymore after-effects, but for now, they could only sit, watch, and hope for the best.
"I've been better," She admitted with a sheepish smile, forcing a chuckle, "But that applies to most of us right now, I imagine... And you? You don't look... Too well."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:39 pm
He turned his attention to another book, checking the cover before moving to the appendix. "Do you know, when kelpies come out of their pumpkans, that they must make it to shore? The ones that go in the wrong direction get taken by the currant and are swept away." He flipped to a selected chapter and let his hands brush along the pages.
"This is how the world works. The weak do not survive." He quoted.
He looked back to her. "I hope we are all headed to the shore." He said with a smile.
A frown returned to his features as he looked back down at his book, his long black hair draping across his face.
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