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+ | Thick white luminescent fog with flickering yellow and pink ribbons spreads out in every direction. No matter which way someone were to turn their eyes, there's no end to that limitless yawn of cloudy, wispy, forever. The ground beneath one's feet is solid yet forgiving on the joints even though it seems to be made of no more than the same fog that surrounds. The scents lingering about seem wholly familiar yet without immediate available identification, as if they were taken from long forgotten and half-remembered memories to be sprinkled about like unexpected surprises. It is warm, fluctuating between a perfectly comfortable temperature of bodies pressed together to the sticky and sweaty slide of limbs long entwined during a night of passion. The world around contains a cacophony of whispers, heartfelt and inviting. Psychologically, there was an oddness to the desire of closeness and each breath of air acted as another dose of oxytocin into the system. | ||
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At the very least, the place didn't smell like gasoline anymore. Reality had been pulled open, and seemed to flash by at light speed before the fog set in around. In an instance, they were on the edge of conceptual reality. Max lay on fog in her cold induced haze, and Ulah was just... Gone. | At the very least, the place didn't smell like gasoline anymore. Reality had been pulled open, and seemed to flash by at light speed before the fog set in around. In an instance, they were on the edge of conceptual reality. Max lay on fog in her cold induced haze, and Ulah was just... Gone. | ||
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− | Nia coughed a little in her unnaturally heavy sleep, her body trying to | + | Nia coughed a little in her unnaturally heavy sleep, her body trying to expel some liquid from her lungs as they simultaneously attempted to fill all the way despite the damage that had been done to the cage around them. She didn't quite come to, but she did groan slightly and seem to draw her limbs in closer to herself, trying to curl up around the awful sensations. |
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− | Matt watched Casia as she went from person to person casting her fae | + | Matt watched Casia as she went from person to person casting her fae magics. "I don't know how close those two should be to one another. They're likely both on the edge of losing their shit." His eyes shifted to the polar bear, and Matt managed a halfhearted chuckle, "Though you are basically a wall." |
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− | As the magic seeped into her chest, Max took a deep breath, shifting her body against the cloud to settle in. When the bear started licking her face, she let out a soft moan, and muttered, "Fuck, Owen... Stop teasing me, and put it in my ass..." The bloodied punk reached up to her neck to grip her bunched up | + | As the magic seeped into her chest, Max took a deep breath, shifting her body against the cloud to settle in. When the bear started licking her face, she let out a soft moan, and muttered, "Fuck, Owen... Stop teasing me, and put it in my ass..." The bloodied punk reached up to her neck to grip her bunched up tank top. |
− | Peering at Nia, Casia raised an eyebrow and then turns to look at Matt. "What is it with the tattoos? I'm sure I've seen them change | + | Peering at Nia, Casia raised an eyebrow and then turns to look at Matt. "What is it with the tattoos? I'm sure I've seen them change color." Turning her head, she looks around for a moment before focusing once more on Matt. "You're right, Ulah is gone. That's potentially worrying." Letting out a breath to steady herself she looks down to Nia. "Okay, one more. We can do this." Clapping her hands together, she rubs them tightly together as draws on her power. Opening her hands, a good fistful of motes spread out and then settle on Nia's body, covering her from head to toe and then fading just as suddenly. With the spell released, Casia lets out a sigh, raising a hand to her now golden edged hair. "Nifty!" Getting to her feet she lets out a laugh at Max's comment, kneeling down and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Wakey wakey!" |
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− | A quiet groan left Nia, and one of her arms shakily lifted to allow her hand to press into the side of her neck and shoulder where the massive gash had been left behind by Dom. "Madre Dios..." The pain of talking and breathing hit her then in a more conscious way and she moved her other hand to her chest as if she could support her ribs from the outside. "Are we dead?" The accent that usually carried through her words was still decidedly thick enough to be identified as Portuguese, but with the addition of her elongated fangs, it sounded a little closer to a classical Spanish accent, lisp and everything. When her eyes opened they were shiny, solidly black, orbs that had been waiting | + | A quiet groan left Nia, and one of her arms shakily lifted to allow her hand to press into the side of her neck and shoulder where the massive gash had been left behind by Dom. "Madre Dios..." The pain of talking and breathing hit her then in a more conscious way and she moved her other hand to her chest as if she could support her ribs from the outside. "Are we dead?" The accent that usually carried through her words was still decidedly thick enough to be identified as Portuguese, but with the addition of her elongated fangs, it sounded a little closer to a classical Spanish accent, lisp and everything. When her eyes opened they were shiny, solidly black, orbs that had been waiting behind her eyelids. She looked around, and Nia's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Purgatory? I had figured I would go straight to Hell, no waiting room." |
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− | Matt gave Casia a lazy thumbs up, "I'm fine... Mostly. Just hungry is--." He knelt down to take off his pack, and he dug into it. "You two are in a way worse way than me. The lab disposes of them every six weeks." There was the sound of duct tape being removed. "I still had my key." Pulling out a blood bags | + | Matt gave Casia a lazy thumbs up, "I'm fine... Mostly. Just hungry is--." He knelt down to take off his pack, and he dug into it. "You two are in a way worse way than me. The lab disposes of them every six weeks." There was the sound of duct tape being removed. "I still had my key." Pulling out a blood bags from the insulated bag, he tossed one to Nia. "I didn't know how long the trip was going to be," he admitted. |
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− | Max's eyes tracked that red bag that went through the air, her breath shivering. Twisting to the side, Max planted a hand to push herself to sit up, a hand gripping her crotch. "I'm not starving... I just need an hour or a week... Unless someone is offering?" Her | + | Max's eyes tracked that red bag that went through the air, her breath shivering. Twisting to the side, Max planted a hand to push herself to sit up, a hand gripping her crotch. "I'm not starving... I just need an hour or a week... Unless someone is offering?" Her tank top dropped down her torso, she looked back at Nia. "Longer or not, bitch, your eyes are black and your ink is showing." The corner of her mouth lifted in a weak smirk. "Drink and I'll fondle myself or something." Max groaned, "Yeah, I don't think I would have been swimming far. I'll start figuring this place out... Nia, after you suck that bag dry, toss it here." |
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− | Nia laid on the floor...ground...floor?... and just kind of eyed Max as she inhaled her scent, before shaking her head ever so slightly. "You're going to give yourself an | + | Nia laid on the floor...ground...floor?... and just kind of eyed Max as she inhaled her scent, before shaking her head ever so slightly. "You're going to give yourself an aneurysm." As Max walked away with the empty bag, Nia took a slow breath and stopped it abruptly as things shifted inside her chest that shouldn't move on their own. "Alright. Multiple fractures. Nice. I'll have to make sure I ask Fred to go out and shop for something industrial... that makes me feel like I'm not in my body. For the next month or so." Nia let out a soft sound that was decidedly NOT in the vein of glorious to hear, and spoke more of severe pain, as she tried to sit up on her own. Then she just let her muscles loosen and stayed laying where she was. "And I'll just stay here. IF we're all to be picked off individually by monsters, I'd rather be comfortable before I try to fight for my life again." |
− | A voice echoed through the fog, "And this I know, his teeth as white as snow..." And a few moments later, "What a gas it was to see him..." And just seconds later from another direction, "Gigantic!" And thirty seconds later, came a yell, "A big, big love!" It stopped as Max started coughing, holding her | + | A voice echoed through the fog, "And this I know, his teeth as white as snow..." And a few moments later, "What a gas it was to see him..." And just seconds later from another direction, "Gigantic!" And thirty seconds later, came a yell, "A big, big love!" It stopped as Max started coughing, holding her rib cage with one arm and pausing somewhere between Nia, Matt, and Casia, coming from a completely different direction from where she disappeared in the first place. "Y-you all didn't hear the whole song, right?" |
− | A sigh is given, then a blink as Max walks out. The bear chuffs again, then seems to sigh. A blink as Max comes | + | A sigh is given, then a blink as Max walks out. The bear chuffs again, then seems to sigh. A blink as Max comes back. He leans over and licks Casie on the cheek, then with a look of determination looks back to where he's been fiddling with whatever nobody else can see, and steps forward, disappearing before Casie's eyes, and anyone else who was looking his way. |
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− | Matthew was there, standing. He was still confused. But then the moment passed where he was worried about the bear that had suddenly gone missing and his confusion flashed utterly in a different direction. "Wait..." Then he seemed to lose his ability to speak. Falling to his knees in the luckily comfy landing zone of the 'floor' in this particular place, Matthew let out a cry of strange relief. He started laughing, falling forward onto his hands, as tears ran | + | Matthew was there, standing. He was still confused. But then the moment passed where he was worried about the bear that had suddenly gone missing and his confusion flashed utterly in a different direction. "Wait..." Then he seemed to lose his ability to speak. Falling to his knees in the luckily comfy landing zone of the 'floor' in this particular place, Matthew let out a cry of strange relief. He started laughing, falling forward onto his hands, as tears ran unbidden down his cheeks, all while still laughing in the happiest of ways. Discomfort seemed gone. In its wake was nothing but the free laughter of a young man that had finally understood a punchline of something he'd been told as a child. And he looked indeed younger for it. |
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− | "Y-yeah, I can... I..." Max stood there, mouth slowly falling | + | "Y-yeah, I can... I..." Max stood there, mouth slowly falling agape, the vertical slit of her pupils rounding out once more. Her expression slackens as her legs started to shaking, finally buckling under her as she fell her knees. Her eyes glistened as tears slipped from her eyes. The hand, gripping her pants, left her to plant on those soft cloudy ground. A heartfelt sob poured out of her, and she trembled, crying and oozing until she laid fully on ground. In spite of injury, she curled against the ground to hug it, with a faintest smile on her lips. |
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− | Nia didn't have much in the way of movement down yet, but she could apparently speak, | + | Nia didn't have much in the way of movement down yet, but she could apparently speak, albeit quietly. "It's not a bad thing. I'm just not hungry. At all. I haven't felt like this since for quite some time." She sighed softly, reaching up with shaky hands to wipe the tears that had poured down the sides of her face to drip off of her earlobes to the floor. "Casia, do you suddenly feel as though you're no longer in need of something you've needed quite badly for almost as long as you can remember?" Nia looked over at Casia curiously, her eyes bright and shining, the gray color paled out a bit from the whitening of her sclera. Her black, spiky, lashes blinked a couple of times, still wet from the falling of tears, but she gave Casia a smile that was beyond beautiful, and contained enough peace that it could have calmed a war front. |
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− | Casia regards Nia for a few moments and then closes her eyes, looking quite serene and stopping herself from bouncing on the spot. The arms she has wrapped around herself loosen and she finds one of her hands almost moving of its own accord. Eyes blinking open, she squeaks. "Nope!" Wrapping her arms around herself once more, she | + | Casia regards Nia for a few moments and then closes her eyes, looking quite serene and stopping herself from bouncing on the spot. The arms she has wrapped around herself loosen and she finds one of her hands almost moving of its own accord. Eyes blinking open, she squeaks. "Nope!" Wrapping her arms around herself once more, she vigorously shakes her head. "Nope, nope. Still the same." She doesn't sound overly distressed about this situation. Turning to Max, she grins. "Yes, bear. Must find the bear. Who's good at tracking, anyone? It really, really isn't me. I'm good... at other things." |
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− | Max groaned as she shifted her knees apart, pretending that would allow everything to dry out. "I mean maybe I could find the bear? Ulah disappeared here, so he's attuned... And he had a portal to the deep Nevernever, so... Ulah would know where the bear was, if we want to track down Ulah." The punk groaned, "Look, is anyone feeling the need to hug a bear? I randomly tossed the blood bag, it ended up near Matt. I was hungry, so I wanted to squeeze that bag for every last drop, and found it. It feels like that's how the connections work. I don't want to find a bear or Ulah, what I want is to get high and gets fucked in every hole by my boyfriend. So I imagine, I'll get home long before I find the fucking bear, as bitchy as that sounds." Rolling to her side, Max held the underside of her breasts and | + | Max groaned as she shifted her knees apart, pretending that would allow everything to dry out. "I mean maybe I could find the bear? Ulah disappeared here, so he's attuned... And he had a portal to the deep Nevernever, so... Ulah would know where the bear was, if we want to track down Ulah." The punk groaned, "Look, is anyone feeling the need to hug a bear? I randomly tossed the blood bag, it ended up near Matt. I was hungry, so I wanted to squeeze that bag for every last drop, and found it. It feels like that's how the connections work. I don't want to find a bear or Ulah, what I want is to get high and gets fucked in every hole by my boyfriend. So I imagine, I'll get home long before I find the fucking bear, as bitchy as that sounds." Rolling to her side, Max held the underside of her breasts and rib cage, and she forced herself to stand. "If anyone has some of the bear's hair... Nia or Casia... Owen could track him. I'm in no fucking shape for a rescue operation, and there are only so many rides home. So... Choose." Max didn't bother with the wet tears or snotty nose. The latter seemed dark, like she had been in a coal mine. |
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− | Matt beat his hand on the fog and cloud, the wisps overtaking it once more. "I'm going to say that tracking anyone or anything that doesn't exact leave footprints." The lad hopped to his feet, grabbing and reshouldering his pack. Walking over to Nia, he spread his feet when he stopped behind her, bending over to help Nia up. "You two want to | + | Matt beat his hand on the fog and cloud, the wisps overtaking it once more. "I'm going to say that tracking anyone or anything that doesn't exact leave footprints." The lad hopped to his feet, grabbing and reshouldering his pack. Walking over to Nia, he spread his feet when he stopped behind her, bending over to help Nia up. "You two want to re-injure yourselves, that's fine. I'll check you both over when we get back. I think hospital is out of the question, but we may have to in Max's case because of her lung." He narrowed his eyes at Nia, "Lean on as much as you need to." |
− | Max smirked at Casia, "Two out of three, while I want to suck his cock too, I want to suck his cock. The threat of a bit of teeth is different than the threat of fangs." She shrugged a shoulder, "Home, bear fur, wizard, and hopefully a bear." Max nodded to Nia, "Shep and Jo seem like a good idea, and uhh..." She bent down to untie her boots, and slip out of her, groaning from the pain. "Maybe not call in... I mean that meeting at the bar? The people that knew were a short list, right?" The silver punk paled as she was on the edge of | + | Max smirked at Casia, "Two out of three, while I want to suck his cock too, I want to suck his cock. The threat of a bit of teeth is different than the threat of fangs." She shrugged a shoulder, "Home, bear fur, wizard, and hopefully a bear." Max nodded to Nia, "Shep and Jo seem like a good idea, and uhh..." She bent down to untie her boots, and slip out of her, groaning from the pain. "Maybe not call in... I mean that meeting at the bar? The people that knew were a short list, right?" The silver punk paled as she was on the edge of vomiting from the flood of pain, and she buttoned her cargo pants, ripping them and her panties off. "Shit is fucked, so call whoever you trust to tell them to go underground--" Max coughed hard that she started tearing again, as she forced herself to put on her boots again, unlace them. She stood there, bare from waist down, legs and ass thoroughly tattooed, bush in line with the 70s. "Alright, two paces behind, step where I step, if I'm going too fast and you haven't been shot in the lung, suck it up." She put her panties in two on the cargo pants pockets, double-knotted the legs, and wore them as a necklace for them to dry. |
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− | Matt kept hold of Nia as they followed after Max, trading to be in front of the woman to allow her to grip his pack as Max | + | Matt kept hold of Nia as they followed after Max, trading to be in front of the woman to allow her to grip his pack as Max preferred to keep a single file. |
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+ | Max let out a humored breath, "Slow? Maybe, but I'm going to take the shortest path I can sort out." And Max kept the group going through the fog and to the edge of a massive rally point near a wall that stretched to the sky, when it was thorough painted landscapes, and bleeding swamps of foul stenches. Even when they found a road, Max had them cut straight across rather than use it to pay a toll. It was hours of hiking, that required rest as Max was coughing up flecks of blood, and either Matt or Casia patched her or Nia up. Somewhere in a jungle, the punk's sweat was inking her tank top black. A wet and oily mark spread from the apex of her thighs. | ||
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The woman threw herself against a tree, moaning and growling, squirming as if she was trying to crawl out of her skin. Max kept her eyes closed, but her fangs being out as all that necessary to know as to their condition. Her fingers ripped at the bark of the tree, breaking off two fingernails in the process of tearing a hole back into reality and Oahu. She broke down, ripping at her clothes to delve her fingers into that inky blackness dripping from her holes, moaning like carnal beast as she consumed it. | The woman threw herself against a tree, moaning and growling, squirming as if she was trying to crawl out of her skin. Max kept her eyes closed, but her fangs being out as all that necessary to know as to their condition. Her fingers ripped at the bark of the tree, breaking off two fingernails in the process of tearing a hole back into reality and Oahu. She broke down, ripping at her clothes to delve her fingers into that inky blackness dripping from her holes, moaning like carnal beast as she consumed it. | ||
Revision as of 21:44, 20 February 2020
Wisped Away | |
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A strange place surrounds and a stranger series of events follows | |
Dramatis Personae | 31 October, 2011 Where the crew got to when they got away. |
Location
The Deep NeverNever |
Plot(s) |
Thick white luminescent fog with flickering yellow and pink ribbons spreads out in every direction. No matter which way someone were to turn their eyes, there's no end to that limitless yawn of cloudy, wispy, forever. The ground beneath one's feet is solid yet forgiving on the joints even though it seems to be made of no more than the same fog that surrounds. The scents lingering about seem wholly familiar yet without immediate available identification, as if they were taken from long forgotten and half-remembered memories to be sprinkled about like unexpected surprises. It is warm, fluctuating between a perfectly comfortable temperature of bodies pressed together to the sticky and sweaty slide of limbs long entwined during a night of passion. The world around contains a cacophony of whispers, heartfelt and inviting. Psychologically, there was an oddness to the desire of closeness and each breath of air acted as another dose of oxytocin into the system. At the very least, the place didn't smell like gasoline anymore. Reality had been pulled open, and seemed to flash by at light speed before the fog set in around. In an instance, they were on the edge of conceptual reality. Max lay on fog in her cold induced haze, and Ulah was just... Gone.
Max let out a humored breath, "Slow? Maybe, but I'm going to take the shortest path I can sort out." And Max kept the group going through the fog and to the edge of a massive rally point near a wall that stretched to the sky, when it was thorough painted landscapes, and bleeding swamps of foul stenches. Even when they found a road, Max had them cut straight across rather than use it to pay a toll. It was hours of hiking, that required rest as Max was coughing up flecks of blood, and either Matt or Casia patched her or Nia up. Somewhere in a jungle, the punk's sweat was inking her tank top black. A wet and oily mark spread from the apex of her thighs.
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