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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:00 pm
x x x x x█▶ New Beginningsx x x x x█║ WHO: Tesla & Elias
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Encroaching dusk
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; their home on Siren Sands
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Chilly
Summary On one unassuming evening, Tesla spots a raven-haired man walking down the beach and entering one of the abandoned houses next door. Investigating, she finds out the man's name is Elias Theale, a somewhat nervous gentleman who is fixing to be her neighbor. Being her normal overbearing else, she bombards the unfortunate fellow with questions, information and all manner of overly friendly nonsense. It's quite possible she's made a friend!
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:07 pm
x x x x x█▶ Looking For Suppliesx x x x x█║ WHO: Tesla & Serah
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Nearly noon
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; peddler's row in the city
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Chilly
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:38 pm
x x x x x█▶ Enter the Dragonx x x x x█║ WHEN: Early evening
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Dragon's Peak
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Cold with snow drifts
She'd had a strange feeling in her gut since she had entered the small township just beneath Dragon's Peak. It was unusual enough that her father had written her that the family had been waylaid -- there were snow drifts that were blocking the old wagon trail from the south, forcing them further south still -- but that he invited her to come visit them at all still didn't bode well to her. Tesla couldn't remember a winter away from home, let alone the house to be empty, and it was the latter realization of the walls holding only the ghost of memories of winters past that made her accept the invitation at all. With a note for Elias to tell him she'd be gone and a double-check of all her storages, she had departed with a few changes of clothing and her warmest cloak. It had taken her the better part of a week to get a ride down that far south during that time of year, and though she had searched and asked around, no one had seen nor heard of the Greys.
After three days, she was certain they had already left, but it was too late then: the threat of snow in the northern pass kept most of the merchants and travelers to Amies in the town until the storm passed. Granted, where they were located was only victim to a cold snap, the skies a beautiful clear blue and the air crisp enough to make her lungs ache with each drawn breath. Tesla, being the exuberant woman that she was, could not possibly stay still. The farmer's daughter got it in her head to at least see the sights while she was there -- which was what landed her in her current predicament.
The first snowflake melted on her cheek, her vibrant green eyes turning upwards with alarm. With her fingers hooked against the sidewall of the dragon rock itself, she wasn't to the cave when the swollen grey clouds suddenly moved in, the dark underbellies giving just a sample of the frigid goods within. Tesla bit her lip and looked back the way she'd come: it was all downhill, so it'd be faster than the hike, but she was closer to the space between the wings than she was the foot of the climb. Besides, even if she got to the bottom, she wouldn't have any shelter when the storm did move in. If she could get to the top, she'd at least have somewhere to wait out the passing flurry.
With her mind made, the red-head pulled her fur-trimmed hood more snuggly around her head before redoubling her efforts to climb the steep incline. Each drop of snowflake brought with it another, quickly making the natural groove of the road slippery and treacherous despite the sure footing of her sturdy boots. No sooner had she reached the crest of the steepest part of the path did the storm began in earnest, the clouds splitting open to empty their pristine white treasure. "Preserve me," she murmured a soft prayer as she moved more swiftly across the swell of rock haunches. Squinting through lashes that were becoming decorated with white despite her hood's best attempts, Tesla barely made out the mouth of the cave, hurrying towards the yawning black that truly looked more ominous than just sitting out in the snow. It was cold, however, and she had no choice if she wanted to stay dry and alive, which was certainly her plan!
Her boot's footsteps echoed in a muted thud as she stumbled into the cave, drawing in a short breath and turning to look out into the veil of white, brushing off her cloak slowly with numb fingers. Now that she was out of the immediate threat of the downfall, she had a secondary but now more pressing concern: warmth. The cave didn't exactly have a fireplace roaring in the back, nor was it lit despite the partially-burned torches that lined the wall. It was encroaching on evening so the main tourist times were long since passed; now it was just a silly farmer's daughter and her slow, suffocating sense of fear to bear witness to the attraction. "Just breathe," she told herself with a wavering voice, her breath frosting by her lips, "it'll pass." It didn't matter that no one knew where she was. It didn't matter she was just a lone traveler seeking to get home - people would still check...right?
Clutching her cloak around her body more firmly, she turned away from the snow and stared into what she assumed would be an inky blackness - but it wasn't quite true. There was a strange, ethereal natural light that just barely lit a dim blue off the faces of the rocks. The cave was huge, so it was easy to miss, but it was very distinct to her against the darkness of the coming night and the lack of any other light in the vicinity. Deciding it couldn't hurt to pace in circles to keep herself warm, she briskly began to walk into the center of the smooth stone path, her gaze constantly flicking to both sides to seek...something. Anything. Any source of comfort she could get in her predicament would do, but there was little to expect. Some of the natural stone caves curved out of her view, most of them blocked off due to being unstable, each one as dark as the main room. Except--!
Tesla squinted down one of the narrow hallways, so small it was more like a glorified crack than anything a human would be comfortable passing through. There was something on the other side, though -- a distant but unmistakable glow of something dull red in color. It could have been a torch, she reasoned, or even some sort of covered fireplace! Maybe someone stayed up there to monitor the place while it was empty? It makes sense, she reasoned as she carefully pushed herself over the blockade in front of it, that someone would be here. Someone has to light the torches every morning and extinguish them at night. She was quite pleased now, realizing she might not be alone, though she dared not call out. Flimsy as the hole seemed to be, she didn't want to tempt fate.
Squeezing through the crack was no easy feat - she was a woman, after all, and generous in that which made that fact obvious - but it wasn't impossible either, something she was rather grateful for as she smoothed her cloak back into place on the other side. It would have been hellish to be caught like that the next morning! Hiding her shame of what could have been, Tesla picked her way down the strangely lit corridor, the chill less potent between the tightly pressed rocks but no less ominous; the path stretched for what felt forever, the woman now positive there was no way anything could have reflected light as far as she'd seen it. There was a certain static in the air, an acrid scent reaching her as she seemed to descend with the curve of the road. It reminded her of when her father had slipped in wet shoes in the kitchen, his elbow landing on the oven: it was like burned aged leather with a very slight undertone of something metallic. The latter was unpleasant, but there was a strange sense of comfort that came with the former - and soon, she began to realize she may have not been far off from the burned-smell-association. There was a curl of smoke near the low ceiling, and judging by the smell she'd caught earlier, it wasn't the type that was born of wood and flame. With her eyes upturned to the smoke, she missed a dip in the path and her ankle gave beneath her; with a small cry of surprise, she was hurled downwards to the slippery rock, sliding the rest of the path down.
An inarticulate sound of pain passed her lips repeatedly, grimacing as she balled her hands into fists to press into the sting. She could already tell the rock had bit through her worn-leather gloves, and as she lifted them to unfurl her fingers, the scraped flesh of her palms was a grim confirmation. Her knees stung too, but in the absence of heat there, it seemed her breeches had held. Slowly getting to her feet, Tesla tried to shake off the jolt of adrenaline and the thundering of her heart to look around.
The room she was in was small and well lit, despite there being no obvious source of light to speak of. The stone was no different here than anywhere else, and with a small touch of dismay, she realized she may have hit a dead end, which meant she'd have a slippery climb to endure to return back to the main cave. Turning, Tesla saw -- two tunnels? Confused, she looked between both of them, but despite her best attempts, she couldn't tell which one she had come from; there was no light, no drag marks or difference in angle to indicate which had thrown her gracelessly into the room. Swallowing down the further indicator that she should be frightened, she stubbornly resumed her observation of the room. Given how far she had walked - and slid - she imagined that the room she was standing in was approximately...
"At the heart," Tesla murmured with wonder. She was in the heart of the dragon, if she wasn't mistaken! Both excited and denying the thready fingers of fear, she rotated in a steady circle, letting the rest of her senses help her determine what was so special about that room. There was the soft blue glow like in the main cavern, the smell of something old and burned more prominent now that she thought about it. There was no trace of the smoke she'd seen earlier. Frowning, she realized the room was lit in the same soft blue as the main hub, but there was no sign of the red she'd thought she'd seen as well. Had it and the smoke been a figment of her hopeful imagination? She knew that no light could have reached where she was from where she was now, but still...there was something about the room that had to have a purpose! Some reason for the strange smell and flickering light--
Flickering light? Tesla focused her eyes where she thought she'd seen the light, but it wasn't visible. Biting her bottom lip, she then focused her eyes elsewhere, letting her line of vision blur, and -- sure enough, right where she'd thought she'd seen it, there was a soft circle of red that wasn't obvious when looked at directly. It was easily overwhelmed by the blue, but now that she could see it, her curiosity was piqued. Crossing the small room, she extended her injured hand to touch the wall where she'd seen the red, which was - ironically - the height of her own heart. The smell seemed to be slightly stronger there too, correlating the two. With a curious sound, she drew her fingers over the rock, and nearly jumped back as it fell away at her touch.
Panic flit through her chest for a moment, making her wonder if her curiosity would bring the whole room down -- but she realized it was a foolish notion, in part because it was just a small part of the wall and not the whole wall itself. With fingers trembling from exhaustion and uncertainty, she again touched the small dip in the wall, amazed as more chunks fell to the ground. Tesla wasn't going to see just how far it would allow her to go before the whole room buckled, but she didn't have to keep her hand there but a few more heartbeats before they came in contact with thick, wet air. Startled, she bent over to look into the small hole she'd made, eyes wide at the pulse of red she could see within. Was that the source of all that had brought her down there? Using both hands, she stuck her fingers into the hole and began to lightly pull small pieces out, each pass making her fingers feel sticky with the strange air around the glow, almost hot and wet like someone's mouth. Or heart, her mind whispered, but she paid it no mind until she had completed her task.
Nibbling over her bottom lip, her fingers reached into the small alcove of warmth, the scraped digits sliding over something smooth and definitely hot, but not unpleasantly so. With a little shifting of the object, she managed to free it from the rocky hold and withdrew her prize. There, in her hands, was a bottle. A bottle of blood.
Tesla's lips parted in amazement, one hand cradling the glass and the other tracing over the lines on the bottle, watching the viscous liquid that sloshed against the sides leaving not so much as a streak. It was so warm, and even if she stood perfectly still, the contents still swirled and pulsed of their own accord. The consistency only furthered her belief that it was blood, and given where she'd found the bottle, it may have been very important blood. The vitae that the ornate bottle contained was very much alive, of this, she had no doubts. As though to respond to her touch, it would swirl both clockwise and counter, as if trying to feel her hands as much as her hands were trying to feel it. The soft glow of the bottle painted the surroundings in a grim red, but as soon as it seemed the bottle was satisfied with where it had ended up, the glow dimmed and the liquid began a slow, lazy churn. Like a lazy dog having fallen asleep at its master's feet, Tesla had the keenest sense of being...claimed.
She didn't remember leaving the room clearly, or that the tunnel she took to exit ended up depositing her at the dragon's front claws. The trek back to town was also a blur - she couldn't even remember if it was snowing - only knowing that as morning spilled through her window and lit the bottle, sending its red coloring over her walls like a fresh paint of blood, that she was safe and was in care of something very, very important. Tesla felt it was no accident that she'd found the bottle - the likes of which she realized look like Elias' golden bottle, no less - and that things were going to get a lot more complicated as long as it stayed in her possession. As she dressed and glanced over to the bottle, tucking it against her side for her return home, she also knew she wouldn't relinquish it. How she'd gotten it, where she'd retrieved it, was a tale that even she herself was beginning to question. She had no proof that the whole thing wasn't a fever dream other than the bottle itself and, content with the decision that she'd not speak of it, she gathered her belongings and set off to join the caravan heading north.
If she had looked at the gloves she'd thrown away the night before, she might have known she hadn't dreamed the whole thing: though she'd forgotten in her dream-like state of shock, her hands showed no scuff or spot of blood. Without the torn garments, it was though she had truly never been there at all.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:44 pm
x x x x x█▶ What Have I Gotten Myself Into?x x x x x█║ WHO: Tesla & Elias
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Early afternoon.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; their home on Siren Sands.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Cool; a break in the storms with some sunshine.
Summary Recalling that Elias had a bottle similar to her own, Tesla ventures over to see her neighbor again. Bringing him lunch as well (because it's the polite thing to do!), they both regard the similarities with uncertainty. No closer to answers than when she had first gone over, Tesla is slightly mollified in knowing she isn't alone in dealing with her strange new acquisition.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:55 pm
x x x x x█▶ Blood Pact. x x x x x█║ WHEN: Morning.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Grey Farmstead; kitchen.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Cold outside, but warm inside.
Something felt off.
Tesla didn't know what it was. From the moment she'd opened her eyes, she'd felt like something had been moved in her room, something obvious enough to throw her into a funk but not obvious enough for her to pick up on it immediately. Attributing it to wrong-side-of-the-bed syndrome, the farmer's daughter had gone about her morning routine without incident: get dressed, make the bed, set out laundry, brush her teeth and hair, all the chores she was accustomed to since living on her own. Throughout the entire ordeal, she couldn't shake the feeling, giving her just enough discomfort to feel anxious about it.
Walking through the hallway towards the kitchen, it was only when she entered the modest room that she realized what was amiss: her bottle of blood hadn't been on her dresser. For whatever reason, it was on the kitchen window frame in a slice of sunlight, glowing an ominous red amongst the otherwise cheery ambiance. Putting her hands on her hips, the red-head smiled in bafflement at the bottle. "Now, how did you get over there, hm? I don't remember getting up last night." And she was certain she hadn't gotten up, but if the bottle was there, she had to have. She must have gotten up to get a glass of water and taken the bottle with her out of habit, only to leave it in her sleepy stupor. It made sense, but it still bothered her to not have memory of it - or dirtied glass to prove her theory correct. With a shake of her head, the woman sighed and crossed the room, shifting her hips around the central table and extending her fingers towards the thick glass neck.
Before she could grasp it, the stopper began to bleed. Startled, Tesla pulled back abruptly, realizing that it wasn't the glass bauble on top that was bleeding, but that the blood within had filled the bottle entirely and had pushed itself out from the seam. The viscous liquid spilled down the length of the bulbous side and just as she was certain it was going to run all over the window sill, it lifted. Blood on either side of the bottle lifted, arching and dripping audibly onto the white frame, the edges somewhat spiked and messy; the central leak also lifted, the tip peaked in such a manner that it was unmistakably a head. It was only when Tesla could feel the wood of the table biting into her hindquarters and her nails were dangerously tight against her lips did she realize how hard she was recoiling. The head's bloody maw parted, but no noise came out; all the same, the woman jolted and bumped the table more urgently, ignoring the sudden swell of pain on her hip that promised an angry bruise soon.
Her bottle -- it was alive!
It's not just alive, she corrected herself despite her sudden alarm, it's a bleeding dragon! Sucking in a sharp breath, she kicked herself into motion (and ran into the table again) and all but ran out of the kitchen, scrambling at the linen closet for some old towels she could use to mop up the mess that was dripping all over her kitchen window. Seizing what she needed, she ran back to the kitchen, pushing the towel to her mouth to stifle her sudden scream.
The bottle wasn't on the window frame anymore, but on the ground and halfway across the kitchen, a ghastly amount of blood splashed out in front of it. For a moment, she was caught between fear that the thing had broken and the notion that it looked like someone had been murdered in her kitchen, stock still with fear of not knowing what to do. What was someone supposed to do when their bottle of blood suddenly grew sentient and then gutted itself on the kitchen floor? Willing her stiff arms to relax so she could use the towel, the bottle again beat her to the punch: the thick, burned-smelling vitae began to collect and convene into one alarming streak and, as she watched with horror, acted like some sort of dismembered limb and began to pull the bottle towards her. The blood expanded and contracted to pull the glass bottle over the wooden floor, and it was only when it was almost to her toes that she realized it wasn't staining anything. Where the blood had been, there was nothing, not a dot nor a streak to mark its passing.
The vitae gathered and resumed its dragon-esque appearance, the head tilting back to seek her out. Tesla was utterly terrified; she didn't know what to do or how to act. Was the thing evil? What type of blood animated itself and followed her across the kitchen? She had to swallow down another shriek as the head actually began to rub against her booted ankle, not wanting to draw attention from her neighbors. She'd have a hell of a time explaining why there was a mess of blood following her down the hall! Shaking a little, she slowly, hesitantly began to kneel, clutching the towel to herself as though she'd smoother the thing if it moved too fast or posed any threat. As if sensing her movement, it righted its long head and waited patiently, even as she stared at it with disbelief. Tesla was not one to be ruled by fear, however, and after her initial adrenaline shot of horror, she was curious now, slowly extending the hand that didn't have a white-knuckled grip on the towel to tentatively stroke her index finger along its 'muzzle.' The bloody bottle seemed to approve, pressing into the pad of her index finger; there was resistance to its form, but just barely, giving her the impression of rice paper containing a liquid: viscous, squishy, as though touching it too hard would break the fragile skin.
A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation, and as though satisfied with the response, the bottle used the churning innards to turn on its rim, facing the way it had come. "Oh no you don't!" Tesla cried out, immediately dropping the towel and cupping her hands around the base of the abnormally warm bottle. It was almost hot, now, and as the dragon-thing regarded her as well as a sightless appendage could, she swallowed down her gag reflex and carefully walked it back to the window. Putting it in an ample patch of sun, she was rewarded with another 'headbutt' before the blood returned to its glass prison. And once there, it didn't move again.
"...Aevah," she whispered like a swear, withdrawing her hands to clutch by her chest. What had she gotten herself into?
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:23 pm
Solitude.
(Dust Spin --> Child Quest*) According to the legends, dragons were said to be such a grand and beautiful sight, and to see one would grant good luck. But no one can deny that they were also very destructive creatures. One unasumming late afternoon when Tesla comes back from the main city, she finds her furniture toppled over, objects scattered all around and broken glass on the floor, as if someone had broken in. Yet on further inspection she realizes that it was her bottle that was the culprit, the crimson object in a pool of deep red and radiating such a heavy glow as she approaches. How does she deal with this? Can she calm Nolan down before he does any more damage?
*Please note, there's a minimum word requirement of 500 words for this quest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:01 pm
x x x x x█▶ Sunday, Bloody Sunday. x x x x x█║ WHEN: Late afternoon.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Grey Farmstead.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: A whole lot of cold.
"...Aevah...!"
Tesla couldn't breathe. It wasn't bad enough that her house had been ransacked, but that the culprit was her bottle was almost enough to make her feel faint.
The family couch was lodged somewhere on the staircase, the cushions strewn in various places both up and down the stairs. The two plush chairs were stacked together with an awkward push of their legs in the corner, one of the pegs through the window, letting the cold air within. Unsurprisingly, the fireplace didn't have so much as a warmed ember, which was a good thing given that the coffee table was shoved up against the stone hearth; she suspected one of the end tables was actually in the hearth, the other somewhere in the kitchen. The furniture was heavy, being mostly dense wood: that it was so callously placed in such haphazard places scared her to her core. The door still swung idly behind her as she left it, swaying with each gust of chilled wind, the supplies she'd brought home abandoned in the wagon by the door. Outwardly, it seemed as though time had stopped entirely, though it was an honest truth of how things felt for her in that moment. When she'd first walked in, she thought she'd been robbed, making her angry and panicked. A few steps inside had revealed her to be wrong entirely, and it was there she still stood, staring at the furious dragon in the corner of the ceiling, lit by the very essence it was made of.
The blood she could handle, but...on the ceiling?! With bloody talons gripping the wooden ceiling, the great head lowered halfway into the room so that it stared right at her, the bottle was scarcely visible in the midst of the horse-sized dragon that was an ever-moving source of blood. Even the color of the vitae was concentrated, darker areas lining the ridge of spikes on its back and the webbing in its wings, leaving its unblinking eyes a heart-blood bright red. She couldn't tell if she'd interrupted its rage or if it had been waiting for her, but neither option seemed really warming: as big as it was, and as much damage as it had wreaked, she didn't know what she could do. She couldn't scream for help, and she couldn't run - and even if she could, neither of those options were available to the feisty farmer. It didn't help that she didn't feel leaving would fix the issue, not when her absence may have been the source of all the damage. Ever since she'd gotten the bottle, she hadn't left it alone, not once, not until today when she had to pick up supplies and didn't want the sentient thing getting away from her in the marketplace. Now...now her house was in shambles and she scarcely knew where to start.
Tearing her eyes away from the immobile dragon, she again surveyed what she could piece together from the damage dealt. All that had adorned the tables - covers, a pot of flowers, some candles, a book or two - and even the quilt that was on the back of the couch was nowhere in sight, and the woman could only guess where those had ended up. Judging by the broken glass on the ground and the random wet spots against the wood, she assumed the flowers were a lost cause and her family pictures--
"Ah! Oh, no, oh no no no!" Tesla cried out softly, momentarily dismissing the bigger threat as her heart fell to her feet. Without concern for her own well being, she fell to her knees and crawled across the time-worn rug, brushing aside the shards of glass to try and retrieve her family pictures. Luckily, it didn't seem that the photographs themselves were damaged, just the heavy frames they'd been in, and with fingers cut against the broken fragments, she looked at the picture with tears in her eyes. Her family - had she done them wrong by letting her heart open to a strange bottle from a strange place? Their home was more an ancient ruins than anything livable at the moment, her heart in agony that she'd somehow failed them. Blinking back her tears, she thought one fell -- only to see it blot as a spot of blood on her father's face.
Looking up, the dragon was in front of her in all its grandeur, it's shiny red eyes yet focused on her. The drop on the photo was slowly drawn back into the creature's body, leaving not even a seam of blood on it, but it didn't matter. Tesla stood up abruptly, hands shaking as she held the precious photographs. "You!" Her voice was full of accusation and hurt. "You ruined our home! Why? Why would you do that?" Putting the photos on the stairs so they were out of harm's way, she turned on the dragon again, the thing some sort of paralyzed that she wasn't cowering in front of it. "I gave you a home, I've given you warmth and attention and my trust, even knowing - knowing you're special and you're different! Why would you do this?" Spreading her hands wide, she stared in wide-eyed anticipation at the dragon, anger in the poise of her spine and the tremble of her arms.
At first, it didn't respond, simply regarding her with that strange churn of blood within itself. Then, slowly - carefully, even - it pressed its muzzle to one of her hands. She almost recoiled to deny it, but there was the strangest sensation of her skin pulling, and it was only then that she realized the cuts on her fingers were...gone. A memory of when she'd found the bottle tried to tug at her mind, but she pushed it aside, simply staring at the blood dragon that stood with its large head touching her palm. "Why." The word was repeated sternly, very no-nonsense in the way her mother often took to when getting one of the girls to answer for something being broken or a cookie being missing. It seemed to work in a way, as the great beast lowered his head to the floor, taking a few slow steps back -- almost like it was flinching. The neck twisted, letting it c**k its head one way, and then another, turning in a lithe circle and approaching the hearth. The dragon touched its nose to the large family portrait that was still snug against the stone hearth, indicating her. It then turned its head to 'look' at her, expectant.
Two things occurred to her in that moment: one, the bottle - the blood knew her, visually. It was aware of her as an individual and not just as some caretaker. Second, it had expectations of her. She didn't understand what it was that it needed, Tesla felt her stomach twist, but she refused to back down, instead lowering her hands to her sides and approaching the blood creature and standing next to it. Looking up to the portrait, she pointed to her image, and then to herself. "I am Tesla," she said uncertainly, not quite understanding what it was the dragon required of her. "That is my family and this is our house." Pausing, she repeated firmly, "You destroyed our living room."
The blood dragon's head lowered and either in sensing the gap of communication or simply not bothering anymore, it moved quick as a snake, twining around her legs and settling there. Tesla swallowed a small cry of surprise, trying to keep her breathing even as she stared down at the creature and its possessive stance. Her previous suspicions seemed to be correct, in that the bottle didn't want to be left alone. "You're not going to get your way just because you're being a brat," she informed the dragon with a frown, her hands on her hips. In the same lethargic motion of ignoring, the dragon's tail lifted and wrapped around her wrist, drawing over her other injured palm and leaving it unscathed though she didn't notice. Instead, she noticed that the bottle was pressed into her hand with the same gesture, and by the time she turned her head to look at it, the great beast was gone, once more confined to the bottle in a harmless manner. The small dragon head lifted from the battle, 'looked' at her and settled down. It seemed it was content now that it had what it wanted.
And Tesla realized she needed something. Maybe a hug. Sucking in a breath at the realization they'd gotten no where fast, she tucked the bottle to her chest beneath her cloak, looking out the door and ignoring the damage. She was going to need some help if she was going to push beyond the day and keep her sanity. It was time to visit her neighbor.Word Count: 1486
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:02 pm
x x x x x█▶ Strangers in the Nightx x x x x█║ WHO: Tesla & Elias
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Early evening.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; Elias' home after these events.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Pretty darn cold.
Summary Before utterly freaking out, Tesla runs to see her neighbor for some small words of reassurance or comfort. Instead, as she and Elias discuss what happened, she finds that her bottle has taken quite the shine to his - even going so far as to immerse itself within the golden sand! Elias seems displeased, but Tesla is comforted and, realizing the truth of her burden, leaves with a stronger understanding of what her bottle has become.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:49 pm
x x x x x█▶ Year of the Dragon.
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Crack of dawn.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Grey Farmstead.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Very cold.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:02 pm
x x x x x█▶ Blood & Sandx x x x x█║ WHO: Aric, Elias Nolan & Tesla
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Early afternoon.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; Tesla's home.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Cold with the sun slicing through the clouds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:13 pm
x x x x x█▶ Something About You.
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Late morning.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Grey Farmstead.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Very cold.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:15 pm
x x x x x█▶ Pools of Red Electricx x x x x█║ WHO: Nolan & Ziya
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Aimes; the docks outside the city.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Cold with heavy clouds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:17 pm
x x x x x█▶ Somewhere I Belongx x x x x█║ WHO: Aric & Nolan
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Afternoon.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Amies; The Grey Farmstead and surrounding land.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Clear and chilly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:18 pm
x x x x x█▶ ---.
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Lunchtime.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Aimes marketplace.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: Clear and cold.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 1:19 pm
x x x x x█▶ ---.
x x x x x█║ WHEN: Late night/early morning.
x x x x x█║ WHERE: Nolan's room.
x x x x x█║ WEATHER: It's warm inside.
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