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white_flowers

IC: The Dark Hunt

May 30, 2006 22:20

The light is beginning to fade as evening draws closer, and the paths in the forest are growing shadowed.

Despite this, the gleam of a white cloak can easily be seen moving through the trees and away from the bar.

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Group One white_flowers May 31 2006, 04:23:56 UTC

The branches overhead rattle with the sudden gust of a chill breeze, and the underbrush stirs.

Re: Group One the_seafarer June 1 2006, 03:00:36 UTC

Caspian, where he is crouched by the motionless white hull of the Hope, looks up sharply, and des not shiver though the wind raises the hairs on the back of his neck.

Glancing around, he sees nothing, but he stands slowly anyway, one hand on the hilt of the sword hanging by his side, and tilts his head to look deeper into the woods nearby.

Re: Group One white_flowers June 1 2006, 03:10:16 UTC

There, at the edge of the trees, an ice-white gleam turns to a (serpent) glittering green.

The sound of two sets of footsteps are very clear, crackling through the brush, as is the soft music of her voice.

"Oh, Rilian-- do come with me!"

Re: Group One the_seafarer June 1 2006, 03:18:54 UTC

His head snaps around.

Oh, and she is there, a slim (white) green figure in the trees, and beside her--

Caspian's hand clenches. The tall man, dressed all in black, is unmistakable. The Knight.

"No," Caspian says, softly, and makes his way into the edge of the woods towards them.

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Group Two blue_eyed_lord May 31 2006, 04:30:20 UTC

As the sun goes down, the shadows deepen, leeching the forest of its color.

Re: Group Two dragonofgrey May 31 2006, 05:52:05 UTC

Draco had recently treated his dagger with an effective poison. That was currently sheathed at his belt, but ready to be grab in a pinch. At the moment, he had his wand out. Carefully walking along with an eye to his tutor. The other wizard got barely a glance for the moment.

wizard_kit June 1 2006, 20:33:16 UTC

Kit has his spear -- a defensive wizardry, as opposed to a real spear -- almost ready to go, only requiring one word to finish.

These weren't his sort of wizards, after all, and Kit wouldn't mind continuing on in silence, so he doesn't say a word.

sanguimmuno June 13 2006, 05:12:56 UTC

Salazar Slytherin stalks forward, wand held close -at chest level- elbow bent. He had made some potions as well, hidden in the deep pockets of his short tunic. If only he had had a chance to make sure for himself that Draco was ready.

Now it may be too late.

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Group Four blue_eyed_lord May 31 2006, 04:46:49 UTC

The shade of the leaves, so useful for cutting the fierce glare of the sun in daytime, deepens to concealing shadow as night approaches.

Re: Group Four thedoctorwho June 1 2006, 14:08:52 UTC

The Doctor is just heading back to the TARDIS when he catches a glimpse of white through the trees and surmises who it must belong to.

Conniving and evil people whisking away into the concealment of shadows is never a good sign, and so the Time Lord locks the TARDIS again and slips the key into the cubbyhole over the 'P', just in case. Then, he moves to follow. Quietly, of course -- they're called 'sneakers' for a reason.

Re: Group Four doc_venkman June 1 2006, 20:10:29 UTC

Peter was out back, a little practice with the proton pack on some foam targets. That changed when he noticed something he caught before. And that damn white cloak. He hefted ol' Betsy as he fondly called his thrower, and went to follow as well.

Re: Group Four blue_eyed_lord June 2 2006, 06:59:54 UTC

The white is easily to follow, bright even in the deepening shadows under the trees. The distant figure moves swiftly, intent on some purpose.

One may assume its intent does not have the good of the bar at its heart.

A faint, musical laugh can be heard, its malice carried on the chill evening wind. It is the kind laugh of one who has hurt so many of the bar patrons, delighted in their pain, and smiled as they burn.

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