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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:33 am
The gentleman slits Adoelle's throat and her hands come up to clutch at it for just a moment. Against the white lace and pale droplets her blood is dark as night, her lips move--she reaches out for Vale--and she falls the way a tree falls. All at once, without buckling, she falls back into the Eldritch Gentleman's hold, her gaze directed at nothing at all.
Her blood splashes on the Sinister Survivor. He looks at the draped fabric of his coat, reddened now and shiny-wet. He reaches up with blood-stained fingers to remove his mask, and Renard Leroux looks out to the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:44 am
Ezra steps back and away, a small smile on his face. A look of pride, there. Vale's knife sinks hilt-deep into Melany's breast. She gasps, throaty and beautiful even in this moment, a hand coming up to pull the knife free. She looks to Renard, to the eldritch gentleman, she says, "My lord?" Her pearlescent dress is stained black with her blood. She collapses to her knees, bewildered. "I waited for you."
"Melany," says Renard. He says nothing else as the Spinel Lady slumps lifeless to the floor.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:48 am
And as Vale kneels, as the spinel lady dies, Ezra joins his son on his knees. "You know that cannot go unpunished," he says, and his voice is tight. He leans in, says something for only Vale to hear, and takes the fetch's bark hands in his. And Vale burns, his resemblance to his father uncanny for the long moments it takes for him to die. Renard looks away from this. He gazes down at Temperance, at Autumn. "I think," he says, "it is time for you to go. Let her be. I'll see that she has the proper rites." He looks to the fetches, those that remain: "I suggest you attempt to stop your doubles," he says. "If you wish to continue living their lives." Quote: HOLD TIGHT FOR THE FINAL PHASE biggrin You may post in this thread reacting to stuff! Escape thread goes up shortly :3
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:54 am
[ Temperance: 25/25 ] Her mentor's word rang in her mind. ' A stab wound to the heart does not equal instant death, The movies are wrong. Loss of consciousness, maybe.... "Autumn, hands!" She took her hands away and stumbled over to Melany, shoving past Renard. She didn't like her, but it didn't mean she had to die. The knife - Melany had pulled it out, ugh. Quickly, she reached out to take Melany's pulse. It was too hard to see if blood was still exiting her wound, but she pressed a bundle of cloth to it anyway. Vale knew nothing of medicine. Of the strides, the throat reconstruction, the idea that to die is better than a chance at living. In that, he was just like Alois, she thought. ******** purple prose-y idiot.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:01 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 A faint grimace came upon his face as Adoelle was quickly slain. Temperance and Autumn had attempted to go and see to her but it seemed they were far too late. He glanced to Algernon briefly. Had the older man thought that the girl would choose to not be the tithe after all, or was he just trying to shrug off some of the responsibility for the moment? It didn't matter right now. The next few moments went by quickly. A fetch had stabbed Melany, which was almost a little too satisfying to see, but then was executed on the spot for doing as such. It was also a little alarming how he didn't really... feel much of anything as all of this went down. As for the Sinister Survivor, who had just unmasked himself... "..."Shun had no clue who the hell that was. It was his words that caught his attention, though. Narrowing his eyes, he looked towards where the rest of the fetches were, then turned his attention to the real folk nearby. "Get ready. We will get you home, but we may need to fight our way out."Tithe people that are here
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:26 pm
Zac Bantock: 25/25 - has no words
She chose death, and people supported it…
She died… and…
His mind went a blank white, so it wouldn’t have mattered if he’d offered his own blood, the end result would have been the same. That was the thought that surfaced and tried to smother the logic that it –did- change things that Melany was dead too.
He watched the Fetch burn and tried to feel something about it, of only because for a while it had a human face under that swagger and self-important pomp.
He stared down at his hands, thinking of the blood they all had now on their hands. Would Alg be blamed alone for the ironic fact that he hadn’t been the one to cut her throat? Wasn’t…everyone who wanted her to die just as guilty? Did it make them feel better to judge? Why couldn’t he… why couldn’t he feel anything beyond the shock of it all.
Was this all his own talks with Heliodora would amount to? No… no, it would be more than that, because if he succeeded, then Heliodora would at least have made it home.
He was breathing too fast, his heart a staccato in his ears again and there was bile in the back of his throat. When the mask came off though, he stumbled back a step like he’d been struck.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off him. It wasn’t right, it was twisted up and tangled and.. and…
He slapped a hand over his mouth and made himself turn away barely keeping down the bile.
They had to get out of here, he had no healing skills, no medical prowess that might let him try and staunch the terrible wounds and their heavy copper-ish tang.
Had Renard known him this whole time? Did he know despite the mask? The thought swam through his head as he stumbled into movement.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:35 pm
Melany still has a pulse. Temperance is joined by the tall figure of Lady, who falls bonelessly beside the woman who stole her nine years ago. "Milady," she says, "No--no-- Mother--" Her hands, shaking and covered in Melany's black blood, come up to clutch the woman's face. "Don't go--"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:42 pm
Autumn Smith 20/25, healing Melany She was not a monster. Autumn was a lot of things, but she was not a monster. When it was clear there was no saving Adoelle, she let the girl go- silent as the grave, and moved over to Melany. They had fought, but autumn still would not see her dead. Not when she could stop it. "I'm going to take her pain. I'm. I'm not going to lose her." So she kneeled down, up her hands on Melany, and began to take the pain. A stab to the heart. This was not real. Inhale. Exhale.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:58 pm
Mynn: 10/25, this is the end
He might have prevented his brother's death had he ventured closer during the sacrifice, but then it seemed Vale had wanted to go. Mynn did not, and as such, there was only one thing left to be done.
Bennett Vaughn had to die.
The fetch cast a curious glance at Autumn as he wove his way through the teeming bodies toward the sapphire study. If she succeeded, Vale's sacrifice would be in vain. He smiled and shook his head. Fools, all of them.
[ exit ]
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 12:59 pm
[ Temperance 25/25] "Does taking her pain help close the wound?" But Autumn was concentrating, and Temperance did not persist in bothering her. Melany needed cardiac aspiration and a blood transfusion. "Lady," she said sharply. "If you want her to live, find me some kind of way to get her to a hospital. If we stay here, she dies." Her hands still fisted against the wound.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:07 pm
Zac Bantock: 25/25 - familiar faces. Zac stumbled his way over towards Autumn, her voluminous skirt somehow clear in the crowd and crouched beside the dead and the dying. He knew what Autumn could do...he knew it hurt her too. "If I can help." He said softly touching her arm. He needed to do something. He had no love for the woman who'd been stabbed. But they were still human and maybe that made him just a bit stupid. "She does heal wounds, she helped...fix me after Black Friar." He told Temperance his eyes full of worry, which was better than the almost nothing he felt.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:07 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 "Autumn. Temperance. What the hell are you doing? We need to go," Shun hissed over at the two.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:15 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 ||
Chris did not want to watch it. He had cast his vote, he knew the end result, he didn't need to see it. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the knife. He couldn't move as he watched her decision be made, as her throat was cut, as the blood rose.
Was it his fault?
There was something sickening empty in him as he stared, something that would have broken in him if it hadn't already been broken. But it was done, it was over. He couldn't do anything know and he had been right to trust Alg, to trust Jer, but he could still feel something in him mourn the loss. Feel that it was his fault.
The only good thing was that he watched that fetch stab Melany. Watch her crumple to the ground and something in him felt - relieved? Something had been done that wasn't unneeded. Autumn trying to save her didn't matter - he hoped that she died, that Autumn failed. It was wrong, it was, but Chris didn't care. She deserved it.
And it was time to leave.
"THORNE!" Chris yelled, searching through the crowd. They needed to go and he would take Thorne, would take Shiloh, Jamie if he could find him. He was sure they could all get out but he wanted to find them the most. They needed to move.
He spotted him in the crowd after a minute of searching and, hoping he would take the hint, moved towards an exit.
It was time to go.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:17 pm
Isobel Penrose || 25/25 HP || stumbling after ZacShe'd managed to crouch down and hide her head, humming as loud as she could, for whatever good it'd done her. But the sounds, oh gods be good-afterwards, when it was done and the dais was full of blood, of people trying to help, she'd finally spotted Zac in the crowd. Just in time to see him go to said dais - numbly, she got up from her position on the ground and stumbled after him. He looked as unsteady as her and she took a strange comfort in that. "M-me too; if I can help, t-that is, not um," her voice shrank, "that I have healing powers." She looked lost, felt lost: "just tell me what to do..."
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