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The 9th Hour... (Phase 1: Sept-Oct Event)
The cold presence is seeping in through the dark shadows. The darkness is reaching further, brushing the minds of the patrons and opening doors to dimensions that should not be open. Something wants in. But in the Central Library, there are ways to get through without crossing entirely… through your dreams. Among other things.
Pick one of the options below and make a post for other patrons to join you in the events. You may make up your own, but keep it matching the event at hand as the different phases of the event will progressively get worse.
1. Your dreams are getting dangerous, violent even. When you wake up, there are bruises and injuries that shouldn’t be there. What is going on? Why are your dreams becoming a reality little by little? And why is it getting so hard to wake up?
2. Things are shifting in the Library. The shadows are moving and the temperatures are starting to drop. There are cold spots that sometimes get colder and sometimes it feels like if you turn around, you’ll find someone right behind you.
3. The monsters are looking a bit more frantic and daring to come closer to the center of the Library where they normally will not tread. It seems you aren’t the only ones scared of the dark recesses any longer.
4. The Market is now a lovely little faire of the early Renaissance with all sorts of fresh grain, fruits and vegetables! It is a brilliant sight, but it seems the ominous plague masks they don still gives a foreboding feeling of the miasma that killed over two-thirds of the world’s population… Perhaps you shouldn’t wander very far.
5. New areas are now opened up. A blacksmith and workshop for the tinkers has been created. You might want to look or contribute... You might also want to stop in the new bath area. The large pool has a Grecian feel and all of the walls are made of crystalline glass where the stars are always shining with a different universe in constant succession.
6. Wild Card: Make up your own scenario. Just remember that all of the things above are happening. Things are getting foreboding and growing stronger by the day. Sleep will be a luxury you might not have… You may not see what’s coming, not yet. But you know it’s coming.
One
Here, the scent was starting to fade, and he found that he actually missed it. The smell of dragonmetal was the closest he could get to being with his girl again, and without it he felt even farther from home. He tried to be the man his family had wanted him to be, and the soldier the Dragon Corps had shaped him to be, but the truth was he was lonely and a little scared.
Maybe the stress was why his nightmares suddenly grew worse. Amery dreamed of fire and explosions and death, of falling from his dragon over and over, landing on mountain peaks and- He woke with a strangled gasp. It was hard to get his eyes open, but he was used to waking at all hours of the night and day at the drop of a hat, and he forced himself to sit up. His back ached as he did, and he reached around to touch it, but that only made it hurt worse. The back of his head throbbed, and when he rolled his sleeves up, his arms were scraped and bruised.
He couldn't twist around far enough to see his back properly, even with a mirror, so he set out, barefoot and with his shirt untucked and half-unbuttoned, to find someone he could ask for help. Under normal circumstances, he strongly disliked having to ask anyone for anything, but this was something of a unique situation. "Excuse me." His Volstovic accent, something akin to a find blend of Russian and French, was a little on the heavy side, but proper all the same and not hard to understand.
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Dressed mostly in black, his metal arm hidden by a olive green coat, he walked and patrolled, looking for more creatures that could bother those trying to rest, if rest could be received at all. He's hearing about people having bad dreams. He's not interested in sleep himself.
As he was walking past he paused as he heard the thick accent say Excuse me. Pausing he glanced back and froze. His brows narrowed a bit and he took a step backwards, hands in his pockets and looking over the guy. Young looking, bruised up a bit, but he can't help but stare. Excuse you indeed, you have a very familiar face.
I'm sorry, he doesn't actually say anything, he just stares for the moment.
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"Bastion," he swore under his breath, his eyes widening. He thought a lack of manners could be forgiven in a situation such as this. This man had his face (his body?) but there were a lot of things that were different, too. He looked a little older, perhaps, not that Amery was a boy at twenty-five, but.
Attempting to compose himself, he combed his fingers through his hair and straightened up a little. "Ah. Forgive me; I was merely startled."
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He moved more to face the other, eyes narrowed and carefully watching. Was this another figment of his mind? Another figure that shouldn't be there. He spoke though, in an accent no less. For a moment he didn't say anything but watched, which, you know, seems pretty weird, right? Did the shadowy figures talk before? He was sure that last one was all in his head though, so he's not sure.
Crap.
"I could say the same." He said on a flat tone, wanting to reach out and prod the other, just to make sure it was real and not a fluke. "It's not safe out here."
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It would feel incredibly awkward now to ask a stranger with his face to take a look at his back, no matter how badly it hurt, so he shelved the idea for the time being. "Is something going on?"
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"I'm not sure how far in it has come, but creatures from the outer edges are coming in closer." He said, as if it wasn't much of a problem. "I wouldn't go far with out someone with you." Says the man who is wandering around alone.
Wait, no, he can't let this go any longer. "I haven't seen you before." Bucky, please, you haven't seen a lot of people in this place, as you area recluse and an anti-social, and you say that to the guy who kind of looks like you? really now...
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"Clearly." No, wait, maybe that had come out a little more rude than he'd intended. "Sorry." He had the grace to apologize, at least. "I have never met you before. I'm sure I would remember it."
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Patrols were something helpful as well. It got him to understand a bit more about what was around. "On the further edges of the Library. Creatures from books. They aren't suppose to be here and are a danger. Some of us put them back where they came from." Also known as kill them to make them go away but we're not saying that.
"They don't normally come to close to the center." And here they seem to be coming closer. As for the mildly rude sound of the 'clearly'? Bucky didn't notice it as rude at all. Just fact. He gave a nod to the other for his comment but said nothing back. This is where a normal human would offer a name, but he was still a bit short on normal .
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Amery cleared his throat. "Forgive me for being short with you, a moment ago; I've been having a rough night. My name is Amery Vallet."
Re: One
Too polite and accented to be his voice so the slight clenching in his gut was easily ignored even if the instinct to hide wasn't. He hoped he hadn't woken anyone. He had been trying to be as quiet as possible. He was glad he had decided to wear one of the new hoodies he'd purchased with Alec in Yosemite. It would help to hide the cut and bruises.
"I didn't realize anyone would be up...I'm sorry if I woke you."
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"Would you mind terribly if I asked for a small favor?"
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Not that he wasn't a nice person. He simply didn't trust anyone.
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"Ah, thank you." He turned slightly, pulling up the back of his shirt a little. He wanted to expose as little of himself as possible, and it didn't take much to reveal the dark wide bruises blossoming down the length of his spine, mottled black and purple. "I'm afraid I can't see if I've somehow injured myself or not."
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"You have...bruises. Several. They look very painful." How was this person moving at all? Somehow he doubted the man had injured himself unless he'd thrown himself down a flight of stairs.
I'm so sorry this is super late ;_;
"It's, ah, mildly uncomfortable, yes." Which was, perhaps, the understatement of the century. He wouldn't admit to how bad the pain was, but- "I have no idea how they could have gotten there."
Re: No worries! I've been slow myself. ^_^
"Mildly?" If he sounded like he didn't believe that for a moment it was because he didn't. "We should get you some pain medicine and some ice." Or a lot of ice.
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The accent gets him confused for a moment, but he shrugs it off and relaxes by a hair, a glimpse of bandages around his wrist showing as she shoves his hands back into his pockets, ".....What."
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he frowns, "It depends on the favor."
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Ward nods, gesturing for the other man to turn around and lift his shirt. Once he sees those bruises he'll nod, "...You were sleeping? dreaming? And they just appeared?"
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He held out his own wrists, "It's happening to everyone. my fiancee. A lot of us."
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"Does anyone know how or why this is happening?" he asked. "Also-ah, congratulations." Though this wasn't the best time, he was sure.
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