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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:32 pm
[ thorne (unmasked) | | 25/25 ] : ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY
Thorne barely has time to put Shiloh and Lady down or watch Adoelle fall or Renard unmask himself before Melany drops to the floor. So much of Melany had always been built in the thrust of her shoulders, the elegant curl of her fingers. Her body said something more than her words. She was a god or a storm or a curving arc of lightning. Creatures like her didn't fall. Creatures like her didn't stay fallen.
Thorne's eyes cut to her form on the ground, motionless. His breath burns in his throat. Creatures like her didn't stay fallen.
His mind cracks open. Not dead, not dead. He looks at her and dreams movement. Not dead, not dead, not dead -
Just silent. Just sleeping. Not dead. If he walked to her and felt her wrist, it would still have a beating pulse. But he can't touch her, won't touch her, refuses to. There are people there, fighting to keep her alive. Leave her dead. Leave her dead. He's seen them both before. And now - now he cannot stand it. Don't they know what she's done?
Leave her dead. Leave her dead!
Thorne's voice culls the room down in its rage. "Leave it!" He howls at them all, angry, angry, angry. What do they know of what she's done? Nothing! Why are they fighting for someone like her to live? "Let it die!" He wants to hurt them, stop them - how dare they -
But someone calls across the distance to him - Chris, it's chris! -
And then everything happens all at once.
Thorne is suddenly, viscerally aware of what is happening. And it happens too fast, too suddenly, at at the wrong end of a very long tunnel. His entire world spins out of control when what feels like a wrecking ball slams into the center of his body, throwing him back into the slanting marble floors. The fight between Corr and him is suddenly nothing but raw energy and scraping fists, nails and tooth and claw in a dog fight for control.
Thorne's boot catches Corr's solar plexus and he roars out, unchained, unleashed. His mother is dead and Thorne sees it reflected in his shadows eyes.
Corr snarls, deep and animal. They have come into one of the connecting halls, the Silver one left behind in its chaos.
"I was going to kill Vale for the mess he's made of mother," Corr says cruelly to him, "But I think I'll just finish you instead." the room u ******** class="quoted">EXIT STAGE LEFT and ******** u corr
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:41 pm
[ Temperance: 25/25 ] Temperance nodded at Zac. "If it's not quick, we might be too late. Help her however," she whispers at him. Her head jerks up again as Shun speaks. "What does it ******** look like? Go help everyone get out of here!" She was certainly not leaving, not when there was still a chance. Then another girl joined them. "Find me some more cloth? I don't have healing powers either, just a normal nursing student." Her laugh catches in her throat. Temperance takes one hand off of the wound and raises it to Melany's lips, testing how much breath she can feel against her wet hand. Thorne is utterly ignored. "Once Autumn finishes, we need some kind of a stretcher and we need to go."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:48 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 "Have you forgotten everything she has pulled? Leave her. Lest she pulls all this s**t again in the future."His gaze fell upon Melany. There was the temptation to try and finish her off right here and now. Instead, he tried to pull the group away, starting with Autumn.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:49 pm
Shiloh Beaumont | 25/25 | ARE YOU KIDDING ME
Being carried in Thorne's arms was actually sort of nice, even if he did have to share it with lanky Lady. It was warm, comforting, safe. When they got to the hall, it seemed like everything was well under way.
Shiloh could hardly care anymore. His heart did squeeze at the sight of Aodelle; was she the chosen one? How sad... she had been kind to him, but this world was kill or be killed. He frowned, but it seemed the man in charge of her sacrifice was hesitant of the entire ordeal. Wouldn't he do it? There was enough of a break that Shiloh turned his attention away from the stage, distracted by the sound of a familiar voice.
His eyes caught the ears and the visage of white lace immediately. Struggling against Thorne's grip, he was grateful with the man let him down fluidly. Jamie was but a heartbeat away as he rushed up to meet him.
It was strange, because he still didn't truly remember him or any of the things they had been through, but he still wanted to see him despite the feeling. He relaxed, he offered a tired tiny smile, and he nodded. "I'm okay." he reaffirmed, "I'm glad you are too..."
There was a shriek, a dull thud. When he looked back over, Aodelle was motionless on the floor. There was another thud—one muffled by the sounds of fabric—and when he turned, Melany was crumpled and lifeless on the floor. His heart stopped. His breathing stop. Time stopped. She couldn't die, could she? It was impossible, wasn't it? Someone with so much power and so much poise; someone like her could never truly die. It was impossible, it was—
There was a group of people that flocked to her side, trying to stave her bleeding and save her soul. It snapped Shiloh out of his conditioned way of thought. What did it matter if Melany died? What did it matter if he never saw her again? Suddenly, realization struck Shiloh, sick and heavy in his gut; this was hope, it was hope. Shiloh realized he could be ******** free and yet these people, these stupid, asinine people were—!
Let it die!
"LET IT DIE." Shiloh echoed Thorne with a roar, delicately shoving past Jamie as he marched over to the group, eyes liquid fire as they looked to Autumn and Isobel and Zac and finally back to ******** Temperance, the same b***h who had made a mockery of their suffering and still had the audacity to try and save the one that made him suffer. Memories flooded back with an untapped animosity. When Melany had him beaten for every slight Thorne had done to her; when she had Thorne beaten for every slight Shiloh did in return. She had trapped them in a game of whipping boys and trained them into feral hounds; Melany had made him a doll, she made him to look pretty. He wasn't supposed to do anything past that, be anything for himself. She chained him, she hurt him. He could still remember the sensation of her hand puncturing his ribs, her fingers squeezing his heart... it was cold. He felt like he was drowning. It had been degrading every time she had Noel and Noah kick his head in, every time she had them step on his throat, every time she had them crush the bones in his body.
Oh, but the guests were going to play heroes, weren't they? "Don't you ******** know anything?!" his voice dripped with venom, "Would you really save a— a— a ******** murderer?! Someone who ******** toys with humans because she can, because there's nothing more important than beauty and absolute obedience?!"
He didn't care if Melany was alive or if he could hear him. Let her hear him. Let her hear the pain that bled in his throat and the misery that dripped from his throat.
"Save her. You'd be no better than her." he snarled, "Monsters, you're all disgusting ******** monsters." He was backing up, ever vigilant of the crowd that grew hostile around them, heart racing in his chest. Let them die. Let all of them ******** die.
His eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the tears there. People really were ******** stupid. Hadn't they known? Hadn't they known?
He grabbed Jamie's hand and booked it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:00 pm
Zac Bantock: 25/25 - Information people coulda shared earlier is important now. Thorne, the sound of his voice snapped like a whip drawing Zac’s gaze up sharply, a whisper of a breath yanked from him in a small gasp. There was such… emotion there. He glanced back to the others and then after the tattooed man. Alois had played things down, but he’d wondered how they hadn’t known. Scraps of information tumbled around his already troubled mind and his hands clenched. He swore when he saw Thorne’s double set after him too. “s**t…” he hissed through his teeth. The look he shot shun was dark, he wondered things about the man, but really. His mouth made a very fine line as he glanced down at the dying fey woman and then after Thorne again. He yanked off his jacket and handed it to Temperance. “I… think I have to go keep this from happening to someone else. I’ll try and get Isobel out of here too… maybe our Detective here can take action, I’m sure he can lift a stretcher. if he isn't about to decide to pass his own judgement.” His hands were shaking as he said the words, but there were things that needed done. “Make it out safe, alright?” He grabbed Isobel’s hand and lit out on the heels of Shiloh and Thorne.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:01 pm
Autumn Smith 20/25, wanting some answers She pulled away, a single, solitary moment- and her chest heaved, exhausted. She needed a break, had to stop. But people were... yelling? Yelling at her, for trying to save the woman. The question was, did one foul turn excuse another? Sweat was beading on her brow, and she glanced to Zac.
"Zac... am I wrong here? Do we let her die?" She swallowed thickly, staring at the bleeding body. The sensation of pain abated in her chest.
"...Are we missing something?"
But he was gone, a breath on the wind. And here she was, alone with Temperance. Lost in what to do.
Maybe it'd be better if she just went down with this place, too. anyone else if someone would like to explain to autumn what she did that'd be ******** gr8 cause right now nobody has told her
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:11 pm
He hesitated and squeezed Isobel's hand. "I think we are but... you're the healer. Do no harm, that's an oath doctors take, no matter who's hurt. If they are hurt, it's just going to be harder for them to accept that you're doing...what is in your nature and power to do." He said softly. "...Please, be safe. I'm going to try and get Isobel out... don't go alone."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:15 pm
Let it die. Let it die. The words echo oddly over the cacophony. Let it die. The Sorrowful One holds that glittering thing in her hands as Melany's eyes snap wide open. She inhales a long, rattling breath, a gurgle in her throat. Let it die. Her form ripples. The flawlessly perfect face, its Euclidian angles, warps to something softer. The night-black hair fades to a soft brown, just for a moment, just for a breath, as her gray eyes blink closed. She breathes. The glamour falls back into place. Let it die--but she lives, breathes. Sleeps.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:17 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 "Autumn. This woman is the one that stole Thorne and the others away and replaced them with cheap imitations. She is the one that broke them, the one who ripped out the tongue of the Sorrowful One in order to take her place in the court. Save her, and she can only wreck more havoc. So leave her," Shun explained in an even tone.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:19 pm
[ Temperance 25/25] She could have laughed. Do no harm was in no physician's oat, nor the oath of Maimonides, nor Hippocratic. But it was a sentiment held dear. "Autumn," she said slowly, counting in her head Melany's beleaguered breaths. It was the Oath of Maimonides that came to her mind now. " May I never see in the patient anything but a fellow creature in pain. Even if she has done terrible things, can you let her die?" Temperance could not; it was not in her to let anyone die if she could prevent it. "You would be the knife to her throat if you did not try." It was cruel, perhaps, but something Temperance felt true. "See if you can stabilize her. If so, we take her, we leave." And then, under her hands, Melany shifted. Wait... maybe.. Temperance blinked. "We might be able to move her soon. Connor!" She needed muscle.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:26 pm
Isobel Penrose || 25/25 HP || leaving with ZacShe'd been moving to rip her skirt up for bandages when the yelling made her flinch. The thing said were... eye-opening, though she still felt like she was missing a lot of pieces. But what she had heard... the people kidnapped, they hadn't been treated nicely. This lady, the one that they were trying to save - she was one of the kidnappers, one of the bad guys? She'd... caused someone to have that much hurt, that much pain in their voice; maybe that meant she wasn't really worth saving, after all. Tibbie didn't have much time to dwell on it before Zac was speaking and she snapped back to attention on the situation. He grabbed her hand and automatically she squeezed his, aligning to be closer as they went for the door - for her, he was the greatest source of comfort in all of this. And, she thought, he was right. When he stopped and squeezed her hand, she returned it with a reassuring one of her own and the best smile she could muster under the circumstances. Which, frankly, wasn't much. Looking to Autumn, she only hesitated for a second before saying, "I, I think she hurt them really bad. The people who were taken. They weren't-" she swallowed- "treated well." Some of it she'd known from the group meet-ups earlier, some of it she'd inferred from what Shiloh and Thorne had just said. Altogether, the picture wasn't pretty. And then, in support of Zac's words she said; "p-please take care!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:27 pm
algernon mercer || 25/25 || switched off He watched almost detached as Adoelle met her end and it just replayed the vision he had of the same thing being done to Heliodora. There had been a second body then too- He felt again like a tool simply falling predictably into someone else's plan. A cog in a machine too stupid to understand that it was just a cog. Algernon, his eyes following the fetch as it killed Melany, realized very suddenly that he didn't feel anything. He stared as people rushed to her aid, stared as blood pooled in various places on the floor, watched her form flicker to- Alg walked straight over to the veiled young woman, past those trying to save Melany, her weeping children and yelling abductees. He walked straight to Noeh with a brow furrowed in concern. Was Melany her copy? Or was she the copy? "Do you have your court back?" He was reaching into his coat for his notebook, not that he'd had trouble before, not quite realizing there was blood splatter across his hand and sleeve until it smeared upon the notebook's emergence.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:28 pm
Lily Babineaux: 25/25 - Getting the hell out of dodge Lily shook her head in silence at Nathaniel's protestations, and by the time Professor Mercer was given the knife, she had taken her stand in looking away from the stage. "We can't stop this," she muttered lowly, her ears flat against the dark swath of her hair. It felt nice to be compassionate, to feel sympathy, but Lily knew better than to assume that the feel-good reaction was the right one. She'd learned that the hard way at Blackfriar's. Nevertheless, she winced when people began to scream, and her eyes flickered up just in time to watch one of the not-humans stab down into the Spinel Lady's chest. He wants to kill her, he wants his place back.Her eyes widened in silent horror as all around her the decorum of the ball spiraled into madness, and slowly she clutched at her neck, unable to not see the slumped body of the sacrifice, the girl, Adoelle. They weren't meant to win this. They were never going to win this. "We need to leave," Lily murmured, but her eyes are still transfixed on the stage, the dais, the blood. "We need to leave now." But her feet, her traitor feet, they do nothing but root her there, at a perfect height to see everything she might have tried to stop but for her indifference.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:37 pm
Nathaniel Parrish - 15 / 25 - ALSO GETTING THE HELL OUT OF DODGE
He felt a painful sense of frustration watching Algernon; Nathaniel wanted to shout, to run and take the knife from him, to do something - except he knew better than to disrupt anything, and he knew better than to try and interfere because there was nothing he could do -
And then there was nothing but chaos.
Around him, people were screaming and running, yelling and fighting. Nathaniel lost sight of Algernon and Jeremiah, and his head snapped around, eyes finding the red that had begun to seep across the stage, scarlet and terrible in color, and Melany was dying -
His hand found Lily's, holding tight, shaking slightly and belying the sense of calm he was trying to exude in spite of his rapid pulse.
"Then we're leaving," said Nathaniel, and ran.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:52 pm
Jordan Miller - 25/25 - attempting to help They hadn't been able to stop it, after all, either the murder or the sacrifice. Jordan winced away from the sight, feeling a little sick at the violent bursts of blood. Some people were rushing forward to try to help, others trying to stop them; it took him a moment to realize that Temperance was one of the people trying desperately to administer first aid. Of course she was. She was a nurse. The crowd of otherbeings was turning hostile, unsettled. Jordan dodged through the growing chaos up to the stage where everything had happened, was happening. They needed to be out of here, but it was plain that Temperance wasn't going to leave without trying to help the injured. He didn't know enough, and he didn't know anyone else here; he just asked Temperance and the people with her, "Need help?"
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