5th fairytale [open log]
[The communicator clicks on to the sound of rapid breathing. It stops for a second, and then--]
The Wolf is coming.
[Her voice sounds weirdly strained, cracking in odd places, as through it's a struggle to form words. Rather than sounding frightened or distressed she sounds...almost gleeful. The comm hits the floor with a thump. Seconds later ( Read more... )
The Wolf is coming.
[Her voice sounds weirdly strained, cracking in odd places, as through it's a struggle to form words. Rather than sounding frightened or distressed she sounds...almost gleeful. The comm hits the floor with a thump. Seconds later ( Read more... )
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Uhhh...excuse me?
Your cryptic message has been made all the more unnerving by your creepy tone. What's going on? Should I be worried?
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He hadn't expected to find the woman who posted it on his trek between the library and his room. Not that he knows Attika, so he can't connect her to the post, but he knows she looks...off. Possibly dangerous, possibly in need of help.*
...Are you okay?
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Duck, Marco!]
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*...Apparently she was not. Shit.
Marco does not duck, but he does bring an arm up to block the club. He grimaces as it hits.*
Hey! I'm not an enemy.
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[Does that mean anything to anybody but her? Prooobably not. Visibly aggravated that her first strike did nothing, Attika readjusts and swings again.]
Wolves lie!
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So she's armed once again when she sees Katara nearby. The Wolf in her head snarls at her, and she's moving half a breath later, coming up behind Katara and bringing the club down, aiming to strike her in the back. She's learned her lesson--no more frontal attacks!
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The pain followed accordingly, and the girl dropped like a sack of potatoes, curling onto her side to roll away. Gods it hurt. Within the blink of an eye, Katara had drawn out her water and whipped it to dislodge whomever had attacked her from the ground.]
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It has to be the weapon--she needs a blade, but this all she has for now. At least she didn't lose the club this time.
Attika retreats when the water whips toward her, abandoning Katara on the ground and moving on. She'll come back later. Once she's found an axe.]
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He's fairly sure these are good ones, but he plans on putting out a message asking for taste testers once they're a little cooler.
It's on this trek that he notices Attika, looking awful defensive here in the hall. He smiles, however. Maybe she'll want to try one of his cookies.]
At--Attika! Hey, I made some more cookies, and they're supposed to be pumpkin flavored, but I don't know if it really worked out or not. Do--uhm, do you wanna try one?
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She's not defensive, no. Attika's on a full out offensive and Andrew, poor, sweet boy that he is, is in the wrong place at entirely the wrong time. She turns, and holding the golf club like a baseball bat (wrong sport!), swings it at his head with all her strength.]
Wolf!
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Andrew almost trips over his own feet stepping back away from the crazed woman. He glances behind him, frightened and confused.]
Wh-what?! Wolf? Where... what? Attika, what's wrong?
[He doesn't want to be afraid of her because he knows Attika--at least a little bit--and she's nice. But she just swung a golf club at his head and Andrew's been in this situation before. Trapped in a hall on the Elegante and being attacked, but before it was Remy. And Andrew was close enough to his room to get away that time. He doesn't see such luck this round...]
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Lie!
[She's missed, but the new stance with the club seems to be working a lot better than when she was treating it like an axe. Okay, this is good. She can work with this. It's not ideal--she's a terrible woodsman--but she's filling her role in the story one way or the other, and that's all that matters.
Cookies crunch under her feet as she stalks toward Andrew. This wolf, at least, is behaving like he's supposed to. She raises the golf club for another strike.]
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Wrapped up in his thoughts, he's not paying attention to anything else.]
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It can't be this easy. Can it?
She takes the swing, golf club arcing toward Phoenix's shoulders.]
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Wh- Precursors!
[He turns and jerks back, startled - but not fast enough to completely avoid the blow. It glances off of his shoulder, turning his step back into a stumble.]
Ow! What do you think you're doing!
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Wolf!
You won't take her!
[She raises the club for another swing, strangely focused on Phoenix. What happened to her usual slightly spacey charm?]
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