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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 6:44 pm
"Does it have to be one or the other?" He made it sound like it meant something -- even if, really, there was something puzzled about his tone, a little bit lost. Ever wasn't great at being the one in charge, nor the one who made decisions, and he stared down at the page like he could figure out exactly what it meant just from looking at it hard enough. No such luck: it remained an enigma. So he closed his eyes, drew in a breath, and then shrugged it off -- stepping back toward his own room. "We'll sleep, and I guess. I don't know. Sleep in, look around some more, and then approach it? Carefully..." It was half a question, but only half. The sleep, at least, was non-negotiable for Ever, just now. medigel short tags are fine with me for the record~ I can try to get it moving a bit more in the next one if that helps. XD
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 7:02 am
She shrugged again. "It was planted here on purpose, so I dunno what else it could be. But sleep sounds like a good idea."
Not that Stormy would be able to do so, not for at least another hour and a half at least. The walk about had been tiring and the new space and fresh air welcome, but wariness and troublesome dreams didn't go away with one treatment.
Reaching into her pocket, she produced a carton of cigarettes, tapped one out, and offered it to Ever. Should he take it, a lighter would be offered soon after.
"I'm gonna watch the windows just in case for a bit," she said as she lit her own up.
and be blue ouo7 yessum! and I'll just follow your lead~
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 9:45 am
It was a miracle that he turned her down, though perhaps she wouldn't realize it; instead he'd collapse into bed for a deep sleep, waking to take a turn at watch if that was what she really wanted. A tense night, but an uneventful one -- that lead into an uneventful morning, except that today, people seemed even more wary of them, even more tight-lipped. All they could get to appear on camera was tourists, and one of those seemed jittery, too. "Did you hear something strange, last night?" He asked, and maybe it would trigger a memory from the night, the distant sound of something like laughter. Or maybe that had just been imagination. Maybe Ever had dreamed, though, and maybe Stormy had, too. Distant dreams of dancing, and a flickering fire, of walking through the woods at night. He frowned, but sent the young tourist away. They could wander, then, since interviewing didn't seem to be happening, and could investigate the local. A small restaurant that, again, seemed mostly packed with tourists; a false-authentic feel to the place, faux local, considering that none of the locals seemed inclined to join. Several chain department stores that seemed vacant except for emergency shoppers. One old book store, run by an old woman who seemed to spend most of her time in the back, and was disinclined to look at anything they brought in or point them to anything interesting. Dusk, then, by the time they left, and Ever checked his watch with a puff of a sigh. "We might have time to scout the meeting place if we're quick, but...I wouldn't want to drive anyway away?" It lilted, uncomfortable. Ever obviously didn't like any of this, and very much didn't want to make a decision.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 6:37 pm
The laughter wasn't exactly new. She couldn't tell if it was because they stayed there, or because a nightmarish Nevada had come back to haunt her again, and so she said nothing about it when Ever asked. But she did remember something about the flicker of fire, the unbridled mirth of a dance she didn't recognize and yet joined effortlessly, free and reckless once more. The more she recollected it, the more Stormy picked at an old scar on her arm, idly, thoughtfully, until her stares bore through some of the unsettled tourists they had managed to wrangle. Whoever, or whatever, was here, it or they had cast quite the spell on the population. "Reminds me of a short story," she told Ever at one point, out of the blue to him perhaps but a logical step in her constant inner musing. "'Young Goodman Brown.' Nathaniel Hawthorne. Puritan husband ignores his wife's pleas to do some errand in the woods one night and sees people he thinks are good citizens joining in a dance with witches. Maybe a sabbath. Also a devil figure. Also his wife was there too. Name of Faith. Sort of on the nose," she added with a shrug. " Losing Faith as well as faith in humanity. Not sure if there's a connection to this, but it rings familiar." The walkabout proved mostly fruitless this time, which made her wonder. Were the people really wary of them specifically, or did they have coincidental timing? Did it have something to do with this mysterious meeting? Ever seemed on edge, but unknowns were all but rote to her; the only way to ever truly know was to just have it happen. Still, Stormy paused before touching his arm. "I can scout ahead if you want," she offered. "I'm really quiet and quick. Whoever's meeting us would probably assume we might, if they know who we are. And if something happens, I can take care of myself. Plus." She tapped her SPECTRE watch. "Constant communication."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 11:03 pm
Her story ran in his head for a while, in the afternoon, and came back in full force when greeted with the sight of the woods at night -- and so Ever lingered, mulling it over just a little, fingertips dancing over his own as-of-yet-unused SPECTRE watch. There were dozens of stories that seemed to have grounding in facts, myths that could mean artifacts or sightings. This one seemed more plausible than most, even, what with witches being a real thing. Even if it was a real thing spawned by the imagination of human beings -- "Hmmp. Maybe." He refocused on Stormy, slowly. "We can approach from different sides. Quietly, so we don't scare anyone off."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 8:24 am
"Quietly," she agreed, tapping something on her watch while showing Ever the button; her voice was heard not just directly beside him but also from the earpiece it came with. She knew him just enough to remember that Ever was not the most tech-savvy. "I'll take the left."
And with that, she disappeared into the trees.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 6:28 pm
Maybe they weren't quiet enough -- Stormy going one way, and Ever the other -- but before they could get close enough to see anything more than some flickers of light, something happened. A commotion, a clatter of noise, shouting voices, glimpses of cloaked figures through the trees. As soon as it started, Ever gave up on stealth and burst into a run, legs stretched out to swallow up ground. He wasn't graceful, or athletic. It meant that Stormy would probably get to the source of the trouble around the same time as him, despite his height advantage. A fire had been put out, leaving only simmering coals in its wake; clear signs of a struggle in the form of snapped twigs, broken branches, scattered leaves. Ever swiped a hand through his hair, damp with sweat despite the cold, and turned in place. "s**t. Did you see anything...?" He stepped in closer to squint at the fire, and paused. There was a page, just on the edge, torn and crooked. He stooped to pick it up, and frowned. Another, leading away toward the woods. He moved in toward that, too. There were more.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 8:19 am
The snaps of grass and twigs had her pick up the pace, forgoing stealth as Ever did. She didn't summon just yet; the weight of her weapon would just slow her down without more room to pick up speed. Stormy almost ran off into the bushes to follow the sound but skidded to a halt when she remembered--stay behind, stick to the would-be-promoting. Not alone this time.
"No, too many trees in the way," she replied as she returned and fell alongside him, fiddling at her belt. With a small hiss, the runic torch was lit to give Ever more light to read by, though Stormy's gaze was fixed on their surroundings. No point in trying to hide themselves now, she figured. "More book pages...Can you make anything out?"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 8:32 pm
"Not a lot, just...the same cadence as before. It looks rhythmic, though, and the same stuff about harvests and snow that I found in the other pages..." He looked up at her, blinking owlishly in the dark, his hair a pale shock against the woven background of the woods, and his eyebrows pulled down just a bit. "Do you have a fear detector in your stuff?" He set to fishing around through the leaves for more sheets of paper, some thought turning Ever's usual bright grin into a frown, instead. "If this is something we need to investigate, then it should have left some marks..."
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