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 Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:21 pm
The day was dark, balmy with a tropical weather that didn’t seem to suit this side of gaia. But there was nothing anyone could do about it. The labs, the project, it seemed to call the young fae the way a siren could call sailors to death- and ironically, perhaps it was the same thing.
There was a sting to the weather that didn’t seem to suit the environment. A sharp slap across the cheek—and the lab? Well. The doors were locked. Only the teen fae with their passes, would get through those doors.
But it didn’t matter this afternoon, did it? Or was it night time?
The sky was so dark it was impossible to tell.
The receptionist is missing from her usual spot. There are no lights either, and in fact- if you listen really correct.
Heck. Someone turned off the damn aircon!
This, is the scene you arrive to.
OOC: Post something. Anything. Your fae's mindset, arriving, being dragged here by some unseen force. ^^ This'll let me know you're here. Groups have been tentatively set up in the occ thread, but I'll confirm it once you have your kids arrive.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:05 pm
There was something wrong, very wrong. It was as if the world had slowed down, and Gage knew that that was impossible. But still the world passed by so slowly now. At a crawl almost, it was unbearable. The weather seemed to realize this as well, as it was dark and dreary, and un-bearably slow.
What an awful time for Veronica to be visiting her Rias. At first he hadn't known what to do, but he had rememberd seeing a card that said 030 Project on it in her room. The address written there had seemed to pulse, and he knew the answers were there, they needed only to be found.
This was so important, he'd even dragged a hissing Dierdre from her side of the room to come with him. Surely she felt it too, they may not have got along, but they were connected. It was his duty to look after her.
And so using his duty as reason, he tapped the gun he'd nicked out of Veronica's closet in his holster. She'd be furious to find it gone, but matters like this were important, and dangerous. He hoped that it, along with his set of throwing knives, would keep them safe.
Dierdre on the other hand, did not think that the world slowing was worth one wit of her time. And she let Gage know as well, "Turn me loose you great badger. I've my own legs and they work just as well as any others!" When he merely kept dragging her along she snarled and tried to dig in her heels. But apparently he'd been using his training system better than she hers.
"I've no need for a babysitter Gage! You'll let me go this instant or I'll scratch your eyes out!" Her threats fell on deaf ears and it was maddening! Who did this measly boy-o think he was, dragging her around as if he were Ronnie! Nevermind the fact that she'd felt the tug to the 030 building as well. It was downright embarassing to be pulled along lick a sack of potatos.
The sky didn't worry her, there'd been dark days before, but the electrical snap to the air that seemed to sap her energy was cause for alarm. And inside she knew that Gage was doing the right thing. She only wished she'd thought of it first.
Finally they arrived at the building. It seemed much larger against the dark backdrop and forboding atmosphere. "Fine, we're here aren't we, now let me go you turnip!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:14 pm
Kayce had never felt skittish before in her life. She had never been so on edge, so... nervous. Now she knew what it felt like.
Things were not quite the same. Her normally-keen hearing was duller than normal. The weather was wrong, just wrong. It wasn't even a cloud sort of dark. It was just a ... foreboding sort of dark. Kayce's physical senses might have been dulled, but some deeper instinct told her that something was wrong about her. The air itself felt as though it were alive and crackling, probably the very reason why the hairs on the back of her neck were standing at permanent attention.
She had elected not to appeal to Amyla or Aiodhan for support. No one in the family felt the change, those subtle little differences that added up to one noticeable and distinct alteration in the way the world ran. Thus, she had elected to go to someone whom she believed could provide at least some semblance of an answer.
She was going to see Shy.
She was not leaving unprepared, though. Before leaving the house, she had taken the liberty of sneaking into her parents' closet and liberating her swords from the locked gunsafe, courtesy of a lockpick she had constructed from a couple of paper clips. Swordbelts strapped as tightly as they could go across her chest and daggerbelt tightly cinched around her thigh, she managed to get out of the house undetected, dressed in her most comfortable black jeans and navy blue shirt.
The journey there was, as it had been before, fairly uneventful. She felt safer with the swords strapped to her back and her dagger in its sheath on her thigh. Granted, she had never used these swords before, only practice ones. But she was not going out unarmed, not when things were so obviously not right.
She arrived at her destination, her pace quickened by the pull she felt the place exerting. She was not the first to arrive, and her lip curled as she recognized Dierdre. Excellent. Her favorite fae was here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:29 pm
He heard the sound of footsteps behind them, and quickly spun Dierdre around so he shielded her with his body. A steady hand rested on the gun butt, yet did not draw. The girl heading toward them was armed and looked ready for bear. But as she had not drawn her weapons, he would not draw his.
"Ugh, let me go you blighter! Tis only Kayce!" And what an un-welcome sight that was. It was bad enough that Gage was acting as guardian to her, but now Kayce of the slow minded joined them? This day couldn't get much worse could it? Still, she hailed the other fae, "Aye, and you've felt the pull too then?"
Remembering that Gage had not met her before, Dierdre took a moment to do hurried introductions. "Kayce, this is Gage a fellow fae. Gage this is Kayce." Wrenching at her hand again she finally freed it. "You're a pest you are!" She yelled at the boy.
Relaxing visibly, Gage approached Kayce slowly and offered his hand. "It is nice to meet you Kayce, I wish it could have been under more favorable circumstances." His voice was polite and somewhat deeper than it should have been for a boy his age. Giving a small bow in greeting, he said, "Do you, by chance, know what is happening?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:33 pm
Yes, it was only Kayce. But lowly little Kayce was thoroughly agitated and in no mood to put up with Dierdre's behavior. Thus, she simply gave the female fae a curt nod and then turned her sharp blue gaze toward the male fae. A male... only the second male of her kind that she had met. This one seemed considerably more friendly than the other, so she extended a hand to meet his.
"Hello, Gage," she replied. "I do not know what is happening, but it is not good. It is... disturbing. It makes me nervous, but only we feel it. No one else in my family notices anything different," she said by way of explanation, gesturing to her sword hilts, which stuck up over her shoulders. "I felt unsafe without these."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:42 pm
Gage gave her hand a firm shake before letting go. It seemed that this fae was much more reasonable then Dierdre and was like a breath of fresh air after all his sister's whining. "I've no way of knowing who all feels it, so I will take your word on the matter. Our guardian, Veronica, was out of the house today, so we came here on our own. As you have too I see."
Gesturing once to his gun and brining out his throwing knife pouch he nodded to her, "I understand what you mean. I felt it necessary to liberate a few items Veronica would not want me having otherwise. But this is a desperate time I feel. And it required equally desperate measures."
Well wasn't that as cozy as a bug in a rug. Seemed to Dierdre that Gage and Kayce were getting on just fine. How annoying, even if it were expected, they both were a bit slow in the head. Flinging back her long hair she stalked over to the building. Wanting to get away from the two she tried the doors and found them locked.
"Why of all the bloody thickheaded problems in the whole blighting world! What's a body to do now!? Wait the whole bleeding day for some turnip to come and open the bloody way!?" It was apparent that Dierdre's Irish came out even stronger when she was agitated or nervous.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:48 pm
Kayce eyed his choice of weapons. She had never used a gun and didn't have much use for the things. Not nearly as accurate as a good sword swing. Still, to each his own. "I wonder how it is we know it to be so desparate when we don't even know what is going on," she mused aloud, distracted from her thoughts by Dierdre's banging.
While she was not a manipulative or vindicitive female by nature, Kayce did sense a small, if somewhat implausible, way to get back at Dierdre for her snobbiness. Giving Gage just a flicker of a smile, she resumed her normally bland expression and addressed Dierdre directly. "The doors must have locks on them. I bet the second-floor windows don't, though. Maybe one of us can crawl in through one of those windows and open the door," she suggested, ending with just a tiny (though forced) sigh.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:56 pm
"I feel it on the air, in the way the world moves around me, or I through it. I doubt that something that could cause so large a change to all fae, could be anything minor." Gage's penchant for saying things that would normally sound rude come off as being polite came into play once again. Nothing he said was condemning, or belittling, normally, it was only truth.
Dierdre rounded on Kayce, temper sparking in her garnet eyes. "Sure, and how's a body to get up there? Sprout bloody wings and fly?" She had no patience for slow minded people and went back to her continual pulling on the front door. There was no lock to pick, only a card swipe machine.
"Gage! You've a gun, blow a bleeding hole through there and let's have ourselves in!" She gestured to the the swiper.
"I'm sorry Dierdre, but I find that ill-advisable, perhaps we'd lock ourselves out completely. Not to mention anyone else, who may have a card, out as well. I believe we should find a better alternative." Gage's face stayed solemn the entire time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:00 am
"I feel it the same way. I just wonder how it is happening to all of us, even though we know of nothing specific to cause it. For a person to be nervous, they have to know what they are nervous about. We don't know it," Kayce pointed out. Gage did have some valid points, though. It was nothing trivial or minor in nature. Whatever was going on was serious, which was why she had sought out the locked-up lab.
Kayce gave Dierdre a serious and very bland look. "I suppose somebody could climb up there," she said with a shrug, managing a smirk at Dierdre's back as the fae continued to tug at the doors.
Ha! Blowing the card control off the door would likely only compound the problem as Gage had said. What an idiot. Though she hated to think it, Kayce fervently hoped she could find a way to get herself and Gage inside and lock Dierdre out. However, until then, she resumed her neutral expression and thought up another idea. "We could break a ground-floor window and climb in," she said with perfect solemnity.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:09 am
Gage nodded his agreement. "There is only the feeling, and the un-explained reasons. They keep me nervous enough. Yet, a mystery, why is it only the fae who feel it? Which is why we both have come for answers."
It was hard to not find amusment in Dierdre's outbursts. His sister could be very... heated in the moment. One would say, it was not her best face to show.
There was more prattling from Kayce and Dierdre tried to ignore it. The girl was full of so many bad ideas. If there'd been warning that much physical activity was needed, she may not have worn her DKNY slacks or her Vera Wang blouse, two items she'd fought desperately for.
"If you've a mind to get in that way girly, than by all means climb wherever the devil takes you, or break whatever bloody window you want, but keep your foolish chatter to yourself." Brooding, Dierdre turned her back on the doors and paced along the sidewalk. "Who's to say that Shy's even in there."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:13 am
"It must be something from one of the other fae, then. Maybe someone is in trouble. We can ask Shy, when we get in there," Kayce said, nodding her dark-haired head at the locked lab.
Kayce listened to Dierdre squawk for a bit and then watched her pace, pleased that the fussy fae had decided to rise to the bait. She edge a tad closer to Gage and whispered for his ears only, "Do you have any real ideas about how to get in there? My best guess would be to head for the roof and look for a skylight or something, but I don't feel like falling all that way."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:20 am
Gage wondered for a a moment. He'd never met this Shy before, therefore was weary of his knowledge. It seemed Kayce knew him so he asked, "I haven't met Shy yet. If you don't mind my asking, who is he exactly?" There seemed to be a lot riding on this man and Gage thought it would be better to be prepared.
Dierdre stared at the doors willing them to open before coming back to her pacing. Someone had to come to let them in at some point. If Shy knew all this about the fae, then he was sure to know to expect them. It seemed very inconsiderate to lock them out this way.
Gage could see where Kayce was going with this, and warred over wether to spill the beans on it. Choosing to stay neutral he gave his honest answer to her, whispered as she had, "Truly, I do not. I do not think I'd enjoy the fall either. If we could get the panel off the card reader, there could be the chance of hot wiring it, but I don't have knowledge in that expertise."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:27 am
Kayce was surprised by this. Gage had not yet met Shy? He must be one of the newer fae, then, for most all of the fae had met Shy. Or that was what Shy had implied, anyway. "He is the head of the project that brought us here and that gave us to our guardians. He is human, but he is a sensible human. He knows a lot about us. He will introduce you to your tutors when you meet him," she replied, for that was really all she knew of the man beyond the details of his appearance.
Keeping a wary eye on Dierdre for any signs that the snob was listening in, she pondered over his suggestion. "I am not much good with machinery. And something as important as that is bound to be complicated. I wonder... I wonder... if maybe there is a back door?" she said, her voice growing increasingly more quiet.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:40 am
Gage wasn't at all sure about this Shy character yet, but chose not to say anything. The man seemed to know an awful lot, and Gage would like to know where he learned it all.
Listening to Kayce's next suggestion, he pursed his lips in thought. "Perhaps there is, I would not know. This is my first time to this building. If one of us is to look, one should stay here, in case someone does come by who is able to get in."
Gage sent a weary look toward his sister, "I would not think it prudent for only Dierdre to be awaiting them. She is quite capable of taking care of herself, but in her aggitated state, she may scare someone away." Again, everything he said, sounded polite and only slightly critical.
Dierdre knew that Gage and Kayce were rattling o about something, but she had not a care for them at the moment. Neither were worth their grain to her now. It was sad, because normally Gage was rather good at coming up with solutions, of course she didn't expect anything for Kayce. That fae, was one she would never rely on for anything, except perhaps a headache.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:49 am
There was an almost electric tension in the air, and Nereida sensed it through every pore on her body. The weather was dark, windy, and warm, like the air before a hurricane, but the sea had an eerie calm. Did Silverah and Darsais notice? Did they hear the lightning cackle in the air? Did they feel the stinging in their lungs every time they endeavored to breathe?
Nereida did, and she was debating whether she was the only sane person among fools or if she was just going loopy in the brain.
And just as the air seemed to bulge with spare, potential energy, there seemed to be a magnetism tugging at something deep in Nereida, pulling her towards an unknown center of gravity. It left her on edge, bristling, waiting for some fiendish creature to spring from the shadows, like the octopus that had formerly inhabited the lagoon.
Nereida had no weapons, but the tugging in her chest was too great to simply ignore. She'd already decided that if she were to tell Silverah about the feeling, she'd be told everything would bee all right. So, outfitting herself in very reasonable clothes consisting of a tee-shirt, jeans, and sturdy boots, she'd left the house and taken the ferry towards the mainland, towards whatever it was pulling her.
It had been a long journey to make by herself, but she'd arrived to find the pulling was centered around the project HQ, and that Kayce, Dierdre, and a boy she didn't know were all ready there.
Or, at least, it looked like them from the distance she was approaching at.
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