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High on the hilltops overlooking Waimea Bay sit the ruins of a temple, a broad rectangle foundation in the middle of a verdant field with the waves of the North Shore visible to the north. Only the bare earth and heaped volcanic rock outlines remain to mark the site. What's left of the walls are piles of lava rock and pumice no higher than three feet, with four outer walls and an inner half-moon dais. A large, circular patch of bare earth is undisturbed in the center of the dais, where even the weeds don't tread. | High on the hilltops overlooking Waimea Bay sit the ruins of a temple, a broad rectangle foundation in the middle of a verdant field with the waves of the North Shore visible to the north. Only the bare earth and heaped volcanic rock outlines remain to mark the site. What's left of the walls are piles of lava rock and pumice no higher than three feet, with four outer walls and an inner half-moon dais. A large, circular patch of bare earth is undisturbed in the center of the dais, where even the weeds don't tread. | ||
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− | Amid the wind and rain, a dark clad figure walks. The coat he wears is light, given the air is likely not too cold. But it protects most of him from soaking for the moment. A new hat pulled down low to guard his eyes, if not the rest of his face. He walks straight towards the ruins, head tilted forward, everything about his movements purposeful. As he draws closer, Kirk lifts his head slightly, sighting the lone figure ahead. | + | Amid the wind and rain, a dark clad figure walks. The coat he wears is light, given the air is likely not too cold. But it protects most of him from soaking for the moment. A new hat pulled down low to guard his eyes, if not the rest of his face. He walks straight towards the ruins, head tilted forward, everything about his movements purposeful. As he draws closer, Kirk lifts his head slightly, sighting the lone figure ahead. His brow furrows. |
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− | Volya stretched her hands to the sky as the rain fell as she performed her slow and swaying dance as she sang, " | + | Volya stretched her hands to the sky as the rain fell as she performed her slow and swaying dance as she sang, "I'm over it... You see I'm falling in the vast abyss..." The woman was dressed in a patchwork gypsy skirt of bright pattern she could find, and a pink spaghetti strap tank top. She paused to reach between her legs to grab the back hemp of her skirt and pull it up to latch it between her teeth, exposing her bare legs and red cowgirl boots. She continued humming the song with a mouthful of material as she continued up the mountain in a rotating bow-legged stride. Vee had obviously given up on the twins' mad sprint up the hill. The humming stopped long enough to yell some gaped syllables in response to Mila. |
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− | Kirk watches as James attempts to figure out what's going on from Lydia, but after a moment looks to the others. "At this concentration, it likely wouldn't matter what kind of magic it is. There's a lot of it and unless we know what it's gathered for, we can't predict what it will do. Or how to stop it from doing it." As Lydia speaks, he looks over, then steps up to eyeball the key. His mind working. " | + | Kirk watches as James attempts to figure out what's going on from Lydia, but after a moment looks to the others. "At this concentration, it likely wouldn't matter what kind of magic it is. There's a lot of it and unless we know what it's gathered for, we can't predict what it will do. Or how to stop it from doing it." As Lydia speaks, he looks over, then steps up to eyeball the key. His mind working. "Blood sacrifice is a shortcut to gathering a lot of power at once. Dark magic. The veil is thin here. Someone is trying to open a hole to the NeverNever. And no matter what is on the other side, the means suggest the ends are not what we want." He looks towards Lydia. "Who is doing this? Where did this come from?" He indicates the stone. "How do you know this?" He glances at James. "How do you know this woman?" He has so many questions. |
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Volya stared into a blank space, turning over one hand, "If there's a key..." She turned her other palm up, "Then there has to be a lock." Blinking, she gave a rapid shake of her head, her hands dropping to her sides, "As senior nymph present, I find that opening locks is a surefire way for someone to get fucked, so many I'll..." She gestured towards the clouds, rain and lightning with a wide sweep of her hand, "Try something that runs counter to the angry sky which, as I understand it, is basically all the trees' fault." She grimaced as she looks around from Kirk to James to Lydia, "That sounds depressing, so I'm going to hula in a circle around everyone. Please don't mind me." And Vee did exactly that, and started to hula around the group, gyrating her hips as she danced, her arms moving in waves, pausing to bow and wave to the four cardinal directions. | Volya stared into a blank space, turning over one hand, "If there's a key..." She turned her other palm up, "Then there has to be a lock." Blinking, she gave a rapid shake of her head, her hands dropping to her sides, "As senior nymph present, I find that opening locks is a surefire way for someone to get fucked, so many I'll..." She gestured towards the clouds, rain and lightning with a wide sweep of her hand, "Try something that runs counter to the angry sky which, as I understand it, is basically all the trees' fault." She grimaced as she looks around from Kirk to James to Lydia, "That sounds depressing, so I'm going to hula in a circle around everyone. Please don't mind me." And Vee did exactly that, and started to hula around the group, gyrating her hips as she danced, her arms moving in waves, pausing to bow and wave to the four cardinal directions. | ||
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− | Kirk frowns at James. "Now is not the time for secrets if the information could help keep this door closed. There must be a reason if you think this woman may be the key. And if she is, she needs to not be here. Assuming proximity is needed for this thing to work." But Lydia takes it upon herself to clear things up. He eyes her for a few moments, considering what she has to say carefully. Seriously. FInally he heaves a sigh and glances around, his eyes narrowed slightly. He catches sight of one, jogging over to snap it up. And as he's turning, he catches a glint. Moving over to find another. He returns with two glass orbs, one containing a | + | Kirk frowns at James. "Now is not the time for secrets if the information could help keep this door closed. There must be a reason if you think this woman may be the key. And if she is, she needs to not be here. Assuming proximity is needed for this thing to work." But Lydia takes it upon herself to clear things up. He eyes her for a few moments, considering what she has to say carefully. Seriously. FInally he heaves a sigh and glances around, his eyes narrowed slightly. He catches sight of one, jogging over to snap it up. And as he's turning, he catches a glint. Moving over to find another. He returns with two glass orbs, one containing a Bluetooth earpiece. The other a man's ring finger. |
He pauses at the lock and says to no one in particular, "I hate dark magic." Eyeing the finger in the glass before he crouches down to slip both into a spot. They both crack, just like the other two, Kirk rising up to take a step or few back. | He pauses at the lock and says to no one in particular, "I hate dark magic." Eyeing the finger in the glass before he crouches down to slip both into a spot. They both crack, just like the other two, Kirk rising up to take a step or few back. | ||
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− | Vee finished up her hula, sniffing the air for a moment. Blinking, she stepped closer, and shook her head. "It's really not th--" Her expression turned to something more horrified as her eyes water, "There was the whiff of sulfur that I could have done without..." Coughing at the smell, she guarded her nose with the crook of her elbow, "This is exactly how I imagined my anniversary going... Stupid doors that are unlocked, then lock themselves right after, I swear..." The half-nymph | + | Vee finished up her hula, sniffing the air for a moment. Blinking, she stepped closer, and shook her head. "It's really not th--" Her expression turned to something more horrified as her eyes water, "There was the whiff of sulfur that I could have done without..." Coughing at the smell, she guarded her nose with the crook of her elbow, "This is exactly how I imagined my anniversary going... Stupid doors that are unlocked, then lock themselves right after, I swear..." The half-nymph proceeded down the spiral staircase carefully as not to slip. |
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− | "Most likely," Kirk answers Keha. "Just think, whatever this is like, only everywhere. That's usually how this sort of thing works." He takes a few breaths of the clean air before moving closer. His nose wrinkling in distaste before he follows the others down. His mind working even as the practice of walking down a regular set of stairs is done without a great deal of focus on his part. Just a bit of care and a slow step. | + | "Most likely," Kirk answers Keha. "Just think, whatever this is like, only everywhere. That's usually how this sort of thing works." He takes a few breaths of the clean air before moving closer. His nose wrinkling in distaste before he follows the others down. His mind working even as the practice of walking down a regular set of stairs is done without a great deal of focus on his part. Just a bit of care and a slow step. Working over what he's heard, what he recalls that might connect to this kind of magic. Focusing mentally. It's hard, the smell distracts him. The sense of unease, the stakes. But the focus does help calm him, just a bit, as he descends with the rest into this new place. Taking a slow look around as he arrives. |
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− | Mila seemed to be peering at the little things, the idols. Cocking her head to the side, she chewed on her lower lip for a second, and nodded her head. "I've been on a | + | Mila seemed to be peering at the little things, the idols. Cocking her head to the side, she chewed on her lower lip for a second, and nodded her head. "I've been on a dragon-boat team for years, but if you want, I can just throw you like a lawn dart?" Mila glanced behind her at James and gave him a grin that was only half teasing, have something else entirely, especially made odd with that weird reflectiveness in her eyes. "Come on, pupule wahine, we need to get to the center, pretty sure I know what we need to do. Keha, don't trip on that island place, neh? We need to do a little sacrificing." Mila stepped down into one of the wooden boats and waited for Volya to get in with her, and whomever else was riding along. "Just.. don't touch ANYTHING for a second." |
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− | Mila hefted herself up onto the 'land' that had been set up in the middle and took a second to orient herself. "Ok, the | + | Mila hefted herself up onto the 'land' that had been set up in the middle and took a second to orient herself. "Ok, the rivulets lead to the different temples for our four primary gods, neh? That one right there? It says 'As Above, so Below' on the line there." Mila points to the one that corresponds to the Ku temple, like where they'd just come down from outside. "That's for Ku. The thing in the center needs to be directed there, so that blood can flow down to the Ku temple. After I give a little blood to the hungry bastard." Mila looked up at the idols, and walked over to the one that was of Ku. Shaking her hands out, she lifted her left (non primary!) hand, and slid it into his mouth. "You better not take a finger or I'm gonna tell my kupunawahine on you, and you're gonna find spines in your bed." She looked at the idol, then back at the little map, to see if it had to be done manually, or if it would turn on its own when she gave the blood to the mouth of the idol, with all those sharp, evil teeth waiting to bite her. |
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− | Lydia crosses to Mila with a rueful smile. "I'm so sorry. I would have gladly given him my blood. I'm sorry you had to..." It doesn't get any less awkward as she keeps talking. So Lydia takes the bowl from Ku's tongue and empties it into the trough at the top of the platform. As Mila's blood flows down from the hilltops of Central Oahu down the channel to the tiny landmark of Pu'u o Mahuka, the seams in the sky rip apart and a jagged edge of some non-euclidian environment slashes its way into the chamber. However, the tiny effigy of the temple makes a resounding click, and the map itself parts into a small set of stairs that descend into a cave. The heat coming off of the opening is astounding, and where this chamber had occasional plumes of sulfur, the | + | Lydia crosses to Mila with a rueful smile. "I'm so sorry. I would have gladly given him my blood. I'm sorry you had to..." It doesn't get any less awkward as she keeps talking. So Lydia takes the bowl from Ku's tongue and empties it into the trough at the top of the platform. As Mila's blood flows down from the hilltops of Central Oahu down the channel to the tiny landmark of Pu'u o Mahuka, the seams in the sky rip apart and a jagged edge of some non-euclidian environment slashes its way into the chamber. However, the tiny effigy of the temple makes a resounding click, and the map itself parts into a small set of stairs that descend into a cave. The heat coming off of the opening is astounding, and where this chamber had occasional plumes of sulfur, the brimstone seemed to emanate and intensify from the cave entrance, with no respite. |
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− | Keha grits her teeth, her knuckles turning white as they clench into fists. "So you brought us down here, THROUGH Ku's sacred ground, because you made a deal and now you can't | + | Keha grits her teeth, her knuckles turning white as they clench into fists. "So you brought us down here, THROUGH Ku's sacred ground, because you made a deal and now you can't welsh on it? Are you kidding me, bitch?" She turns to Lydia and looks like she's about to take a swing. "What happens if we just give them what they want? I mean, it's her fault after all. Maybe they keep everything down here if we ask nicely." |
− | Mila pulled her hand back from the mouth filled with jagged teeth of obsidian, holding it closely to her and wincing at the pain of the lacerations as she attempted to apply enough pressure to staunch the | + | Mila pulled her hand back from the mouth filled with jagged teeth of obsidian, holding it closely to her and wincing at the pain of the lacerations as she attempted to apply enough pressure to staunch the blood-flow. "Don't kill her, if her death is what they need, we could finish this for them. Find out what she promised, make her tell us, before we go in there. And I guess, from there, is there any way to stop this shit without all of us just possibly dying in the devil's asshole down those stairs?" Mila nodded to the darkened and rather fragrant passageway of stairs. |
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− | Mila's never really one to avoid | + | Mila's never really one to avoid dog piling on someone. Clearly, everyone including the magic users in the room was going after the one woman that seemed to be within the magic circle. And that makes total sense, to someone that seems to love listening to the stories far more than she could ever love listening to the science of anything. After Mandi was zotted, then punctured by her own twin, Mila ran forward, and made good use of her short stature by leaping onto Mandi, and tackling her with her knee directly into the woman's throat. The satisfying CRUNCH sound that was made as vertebrae ground against each other and shattered under the pressure of a crushed wind pipe had Mila grinning down at the magic user, watching her eyes fade. "Not on our island, bitch. You want hell here? You talk to the right God, and so far, you've fucking FAILED, Haole." She stared at the woman til she was sure she was dead, then bounced twice on her knee for good measure, with the bones making audible grinding sounds and Mandi's head flopping at a very unnatural angle as she did so. "Not bad, Denzel. And you either, prickly pear." Mila grinned over at Keha as she stood up away from the dead Mandi. |
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− | Mila growled under her breath slightly as both James and Volya took after the Candi version of the Bobsey Twins. She glanced at the exit that Lydia had made, and while rushing toward it, reached out an arm. Her skin grew bumpy and | + | Mila growled under her breath slightly as both James and Volya took after the Candi version of the Bobsey Twins. She glanced at the exit that Lydia had made, and while rushing toward it, reached out an arm. Her skin grew bumpy and mottled to white and orange, looking like coral, and as long, vicious looking spikes grew from her now hardened flesh, starting at virulent red and fading up to the most ebony of black, her arm made contact around the neck of Candi. Driving forward like she was the freight train in this equation, Mila drove Candi into the wall and then jerked her arm to the side, slashing at the woman's neck with not only her spikes, and her entire weight behind it, but also grinding through the flesh with her roughened skin. By the time Mila made it to the pathway out, following behind others, Candi's head rolled forward and bounced off of Mila's ass as it fell to the floor, separate from Candi's body. Mila looked behind her to make sure that Volya was coming along. |
Latest revision as of 04:29, 23 January 2018
When One Door Closes | |
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...another opens. | |
Dramatis Personae | 18 October, 2008 Blood sacrifices, demons, and portals. Is one soul worth it? |
Location
Waimea Bay, North Shore, The NeverNever |
Plot(s) |
High on the hilltops overlooking Waimea Bay sit the ruins of a temple, a broad rectangle foundation in the middle of a verdant field with the waves of the North Shore visible to the north. Only the bare earth and heaped volcanic rock outlines remain to mark the site. What's left of the walls are piles of lava rock and pumice no higher than three feet, with four outer walls and an inner half-moon dais. A large, circular patch of bare earth is undisturbed in the center of the dais, where even the weeds don't tread. The atmospheric anomaly had begun about 3:00 a.m. The meteorologists were baffled. Oahu went to sleep to a cloudless sky and awoke to an island lashed with vicious storms and eerie green lightning striking the ocean near five of the most popular beaches. Emergency warnings had gone out, warning of flood risk and high winds, and most everyone was snugly tucked away inside. Of the people who didn't heed the warnings, one was a lovely brunette woman in a white strappy nightgown which was now thoroughly sodden and muddy. Her hands and arms are covered in mud up to the elbows, and she pauses her frantic digging to stare up at the ominous sky.
What he finds may not be what even he was expecting, though. His eyes fall on the woman in the nightgown, and he squints through the rain...before his eyes widen. "Ma'am!" he calls, and he starts quickly toward the woman. "Lydia!" He waves a hand as he moves toward her, "Are you all right?"
James' attempts to calm her only make Lydia recoil further. "Please, listen to me! There's literally nothing I can do, I know that, but they've opened...something. Listen. The bargain was for five accidents to open the well of unlimited power. I assumed they were talking about knowledge, knowledge is power, but it's...it's something else entirely." Lydia looks over at the twins and Volya and clasps her hands together gratefully. "Yes, yes! That's it...the blood-soaked earth. This must be the place where the doorway is. Look...look what I found." She scrabbles through the mud on the dais and uncovers a round stone with five depressions in it, in the shape of a pentacle. The markings on it are decidedly not Hawaiian. "I found this. This has to be the lock. But where, or what, is the key? Whatever's going on inside, it won't stay cooped up forever. We can't let it through."
He pauses at the lock and says to no one in particular, "I hate dark magic." Eyeing the finger in the glass before he crouches down to slip both into a spot. They both crack, just like the other two, Kirk rising up to take a step or few back.
When the ceiling goes wonky, Kirk has a moment of vertigo looking up into it. But he squares himself and forces past that sensation. A moment later he murmurs, "DownBelow." He's read of this. Never thought he'd see it. His attention snaps to Lydia. "You've been making deals with demons?" Again, this does not seem good by his tone. Even if he doesn't exactly raise his voice very high. "What did you promise them?"
Inside the cave, even the brimstone infused walls are warping and buckling under the pressure of being knitted together with another. Two pleasant blonde women with empty smiles in professional suits stand smiling on either side of a stone altar, one of whom has a rather elaborate dagger in her hand. A third stands inside a circle painted of a suspicious reddish-brown substance, surrounded by candles and five heads relieved of their bodies. "Welcome! We're so thrilled you're here to witness the most exciting merger since the First Day," pipes up one of the blondes, her voice uncannily like the phone operator as it echoes through the corridor. "The doorway is almost open, if you'd like to take a seat and watch. It should be quite spectacular."
Even as she's speaking, a man's voice fills the chamber, "We will make good on our bargain, Lydia. See you soon."
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