[META 4 START] A hole in the world

[cibarium]

"How? How in the <******** was shouting at the voice that shook for them to repair it.

Repair what?

Sunny?

The rifts?

How could they do anything at all?  

[Daekie]

Alexis does not startle -- their teeth click together and their shoulders stiffen, but they keep a tight lid on their temper and think calm calm calm calm, and the water does nothing it wouldn't do anyways. "Then show us." It's a stupid thing to say. It's the stupidest thing to say. "I want to know."

Their voice is solid. They are not afraid. In fact, Alexis thinks, they're not very much of anything except alive. But alive is such a variable state.

shibrogane

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Ashton doesn't want to be here. Ashton really doesn't want to be here. She can feel it in the part of her brain that's animal, cowering, ears-back tail-down to Sunny -- the witch on the beach -- something about it makes her want to choke, or claw at her ears until they bleed and she can't hear it (she'd still hear it, she knows she'd still hear it, she knows -- it is something she knows like breathing). But she can't. So she takes deep breaths and doesn't quite look at Sunny, and does not think of her own skin breaking apart like that and how comfortable it would be to be something else, because Sunny is the source.

Deep breaths. She hasn't felt so afraid in a very long time, since she was but a small boy. She doesn't want it to start again now.  

[endejester]

“Oh GREAT.” Zac said through clenched teeth as he pulled out his phone and typed, essentially the same thing.

“We killed everyone, and now Sunny Is blood thirsty… why do I think those two events are solidly connected? HmmmMMmmm I wonder.”


He sent a text message, at least marginally less sarcastic to Jerimiah.

//Blood broken cage -→ blood hungry sunny. Do not think its coincidence. PROBABLY why she wanted them all home.//



“I don’t know…” He said to Juniper. “But I hope it’s the right thing.”

Kolina

azuredreams

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun stared hard as Sunny gazed upon him. She knew. Somehow. He gritted his teeth and his hands slowly balled into fists in tension as he watched Sunny descend into madness. Jeremiah did say she was a part of the Enemy. But maybe right now, it seemed more that she was the Enemy.

There was so much magic here. Contained within her body. Somehow, that was the source of it all.

The voice of sage echoed through the air. There was a way to stop this. To fix this. But what were they to fix? The cage or Sunny?

It didn't matter, he was going to need to figure something out. He had taken away the last of the binding. He knew once things went down, he would need to help make things right once more. He owed Heliodora that much.

He caught the gaze of those who glanced over at him but his focus went elsewhere.

"What must we do?" He called out, asking the voice. Attacking sunny seemed like an incredibly bad idea when she was all of magic. Something else would need to be done.

"Jeremiah..." He started, glancing towards the chief of police. Had he any insight from his visions?

azuredreams

[Also others]  

[Grey Dragon]

Kaleb was painfully unsettled on Halloween, all day he had expected the more frightening aspects of living in a magical town to jump out at him, and his nerves were strained by the time he felt the call. He wanted to resist it, curl up on the couch with a blanket and enough books to barricade his little room against the world. He didn't want to go to the forest, but he felt it so strongly, he had to.

Ill prepared for a night out walking in the rain, all alone and frightened, the teen finally left his room and nervously set out towards whatever awaited him in the darkness. He wanted none of this, he didn't want to go see, but he did anyway, and after some walking he came across a surprisingly large group ahead. He was too short to see over the crowd, too timid to weave through the clustered people and take in the frightening sight of the unearthly chasm ahead, and the mad being he could hear speaking just beyond the group.

He tried to back off, not wanting to be a part of whatever was happening in front of the group, but he found it impossible to retreat.

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If someone wants to take pity on the little scared straggler, plz do. @o@

 

[quite uneventful]

Adjusting her glasses, Veronica offered a soft smile in response to other, looking at the procession of people with confusion and curiosity. Veronica recognized no one, which was honestly not much of a surprise-- She wasn't used to speaking to much of anyone but her own family. As she followed the group, adjusting her rumpled dress, Veronica simply followed after the other friendly guy, eyes curious and interested. It seemed like they'd been called by something, and said something didn't seem very... normal. Noticing a person wave at her, Veronica waved back, slightly embarrassed. When they all stopped in a grove, Veronica watched in confusion, biting the inside of her lip from slight nervousness and-- Wait. Who was that?

Veronica didn't recognize her either, but she didn't seem real, more ethereal, and she didn't know if she was friendly or dangerous. There was a large chasm she hadn't known was there before, and in it was nothing but black. It's grown? What's grown, Veronica didn't understand. She felt lost and frankly a little out of place, almost as if she'd stumbled in a situation that didn't concern her. She was pulled out of her stupor when the same friendly male spoke to her. Veronica offered him a sheepish smile before her gaze fell back to the figure in the distance. "I'm seeing something, alright." Veronica responded, swallowing as the others began to react nearby. One girl yelled, and the a few seemed more clued in than the rest. Before she could get too curious however, the figure began to move again, a deep desire to answer the call twisting in her.

Veronica watched her movements carefully, watching the interaction of the thing with a person among them. Veronica listened, feeling a little bit nervous that she was free and whatever that entailed. She listened, a chill shaking her spine as she "spoke", the taste on her tongue feeling very strange. Killed, torn magic out, played them like a piano? Her words were concerning, and it was then and there she felt the pull-- A connection, something deeper between her-- them all and her. The more she spoke, the more confused she was. Bored, saving and not needing to, justice-- Seeing everything. Veronica was truly confused now, but something was to happen, and this something felt big. She glanced at the others, similarly worried and/or frightened, lost. Some were speaking about killing.

Veronica could feel her palms dampen. This was definitely not the way she'd imagined her day would go.

Smerdle

hello there!!! waves

endejester

waves back!!!

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[Micillia]

Darcie O'Hare
Meta 4
Darcie was still glancing behind her every minute or so. She really wasn't sure about all this. Scratch that, she was defiantly unsure about that, if the contradiction fit. If she had gone home and told anyone about this... feeling she was having. About how she felt she needed, needed to enter this forest, and join a group of people she really didn't know, and eave leave her responsibility tied to a tree.

Darcie smiled down at the girl she was walking with, and pulled out another plastic dog poncho. Darcie looked at the poncho, a little embarrassed to be offering such a well put together woman some dinky little animal coat, but offered it anyway with a shrug. Darcie grinned awkwardly as the woman grabbed her arm. "Hey don't sweat it, I, uh, i don't really know whats even happening." Darcie joined the group in a sudden gasp of surprise. She wasn't really sure what she was seeing, but she could tell that the others seemed to have a much better grasp on the situation. Darcie shoved her hands into her coat pockets, and subtly shifted from foot to foot, unsure what was even happening.

KitsuneAura

Hi

 

[azuredreams]

"It's all connected, it's all-" Jeremiah breathes out and his hand clenches tight around Algie's because the other is grounding and his head hurts. His eyes glow brighter than ever, even as pain spikes in his head as he looks to Sunny and he Sees her.

Something terrifying and beautiful.

His attention flicks away and his phone buzzes but he can't focus on it right now. "We do whatever it takes to fix this," he breathes out and looks to Juniper and then to Shun. He nods as people ask to be shown because this is the way, the path is there before them-

"Can't offer anything-" he tells Shun, "it's a mess- She's-" Sunny's presence usually gave him a headache and made his head spin but with her like this? it was that much worse.

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Blade Kuroda

endejester

Kolina

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

"Sunny, it's cool that you're free - but ya don't look so hot, though. Are ya sick?" Sunny was very much not okay. "Shut the ******** up," she muttered at the pounding voices in her head. Preacher wished she could leap the chasm and take Sunny's hands, stop the pick, pick, pick of her nails against her skin, quiet her somehow.

Instead she edged closer. The babbling about justice... there was no ******** justice in the world, never was, and accepting that should have happened long ago, she thought. Like how homes weren't real. "Show me whatever, Suns, but stop pickin' ya hands!" The ground rumbled beneath her.

shibrogane

 

[chiickadee]

Chel just gripped Jack's arm harder.

This was where they were going to die.

What a shitty way to go out.

medigel

 

[Melancholies]

At first all there is is the rift. All the exists is the head pounding pressure of magic and the suspicious grin of Sunny, and then there's just that—Jamie slips his hand into his but then there's just Sunny. Everything is Sunny. The sky, the rain, the grass, the trees, the flowers—they're blooming on his skin in anticipation, in fear, in resolve, and those are Sunny too. She's the court and she's the air he breathes and she's the magic in his veins and she's the source of his Nobility.

They're all involved with something far beyond their understanding. Shiloh doesn't even understand himself, his own position. He doesn't know how he fits into this game or how Jamie fits into this game or what it means to be a Noble or a Moonwalker. His mind snaps two memories together and he remembers that dark night at Denny's, however stupid it was, and their "fight" and the promise that hey, they could do it again sometime, and it was so so so stupid but there was something childish there, something small, something pathetic, something so far out of bounds of what he was witnessing now. This wasn't Sunny—but it was—but not how he knew her.

And in the end, despite any reserved feelings, it meant nothing. It meant nothing because the thing next to him was more important; Jamie was more important, and in that moment he wasn't looking at Sunny—he was looking at Micheal, back at Blackfriar's—he was consumed with this overwhelming urge that screamed protect, protect, protect. Was that him? Was that his nobility? Who was he? All he could smell was Sunny, ashen and old like something from ages past. It made him feel nostalgic, even though he had never been there.

Had ******** ******** <********> he swore because his mind was racing and had nothing else to offer. His hand was strangling Jamie's and he was stepping in front of him, thick vines lined with thorns coiling around his fingers like nature-made brass knuckles. Sunny was immeasurable—incomprehensible—but damn if Shiloh wouldn't go down fighting. He'd struggled to much, fought too much, actually had something to lose. Then again, what was nightshade to a god? Purple flowers dripped out of his pockets, beautiful and deadly. He's afraid, but he consoles himself with the thought that he's probably already dead.

You're removed from the cycle. If you die it's game over.

The impending earthquake felt like it might shatter him rather than the earth.

"How the <********> do you stop something like this..." he hissed to himself, only just now noticing Zac. "W-Who the ******** are you texting at a time like this?" he was panicking, very obviously panicking, and he didn't mean to take it out on him (not that anyone knew that about him, sans perhaps Jamie). Under the rumbling thunder he managed to notice Kaleb too, eyes widening at the recognition. They weren't friends, but that didn't change much; he knew that guy was thrown headfirst into this s**t, and it hadn't been that long ago. "Stay back!" Get the ******** out of here! was what he wanted to say, but it was useless. None of them could leave. Something was culminating here and they were all prisoner to it. "Or at least get the ******** over ******** I don't know," he was cracking, <******** ISN'T WHAT I MEANT," he was yelling now, way to go Shiloh, "WHEN I SAID FIGHT ME." At least fight him, don't kill everyone else, Jesus ******** Christ. They were all ******** anyway so he didn't have that much to lose. "THERE'S A VERY DISTINCT FIGHT ME THERE." his voice cracked, hoarse with effort, strained with stress. RIP Shiloh Beaumont.

saedusk

endejester

Grey Dragon

 

[Smerdle]

He could fix things. Gloom had showed him how. But Sunny wasn't a watch, and when he looked at her he couldn't focus hard enough to figure out what was broken.

Chester closed his eyes, but he could still see her shining on the insides of his lids. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and squeezed, grating out a, "Sorry," through his teeth to the woman he'd been trying to converse with. His skin wasn't strong enough to protect his organs. She could reach inside and pop them like packing bubbles. Sunny.

"How do we fix it?"

He was pretty sure the words had been too low to hear, but at least he'd asked.

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[endejester]

Shilo ended up with a Zac gripping to his sleep trying to stay balanced in the chaos. He’d managed just barely to get the text out, and he probably shouldn’t be surprised that it was not being checked but, damn was it frustrating.

“My DAD! – Jerimiah broke a Promise to Sunny to get all the kids home, which you just heard mentioned.” He looked around wildly trying to gauge if he could do something, anything and found no clues.
“So now He can’t see me, or hear me, or feel me if I touch him…. Or kick him.” He added.

“And since someone cut Heliodora’s throat, Well I think that rather contributes to this mess.” He added quietly to Shilo. He didn’t need to start a riot right now, but it was important that someone know… that much at least.”

Melancholies

saedusk

Grey Dragon

 

[medigel]

Compartmentalizing was a beautiful, terrible thing. He could outwardly remain frozen and keenly aware of Chel's vice grip and answer with mindless fingers that had no purpose. He could feel the cold sweat mix with the rain drenching him and send shivers up and down his spine like piano keys. Played. Perhaps they had all been played somehow. A separate, small part of him rankled at the very idea of being a pawn. A far larger, all encompassing part loathed the idea that they had no choice.

(There was a purpose for them now. Digging, firm, cold. Reminders of not dead yet.)

He almost wished charging straight in as she suggested would be the end course of action. That all it would take was a simple punching lights out and a cut that s**t out.

All and more stormed within so that when he asked Shun, "What did you do to free her?" his voice did not shake.

chiickadee

Blade Kuroda