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daybreakacademy2019-12-21 09:35 pm
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EVENT - CHASING THE SUN
EVENT - CHASING THE SUN
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As the white-gold sun sinks behind the horizon just before five, the shadows loom before blending into the inky darkness as a waning crescent moon rises, seeming to struggle to give it’s dim light to the longest night of the year.
In Soleil and the Academy, on cobblestone roads and in the halls, apparitions start to appear, visible only to those who may have grudges, burdens, or sins weighing on their shoulders. People drowning their sorrows in the bars suddenly cry in alarm and stumble out into the darkness, chasing the phantoms of their regrets.
In the forest itself, a ring of fae surrounds a large white boar, festooned with mistletoe, lead by a white-haired woman on a white stag, leading them in a lilting chorus. As the boar starts to take off, the songs turned into terrified and startled screams as uniformly solid grey wolves the size of Clydesdale lunges, scattering the group before giving chase to the boar, snapping at its heels.
The academy’s volunteers were ready - thanks to the foresight granted by Cassandra, they know their task: Stop the wolves from killing the mythic boar.
A. PREPARING FOR THE CHASE
With the forewarning, those who volunteer for the task will have time to prepare themselves for the long nights. Scarves with temperature stabilizing runes are handed out, along with night-vision glasses. Things will get hectic once the hunt is on, so it’s a good time to coordinate and get out any nerves.
B. GHOSTS OF REGRETFUL PAST - OR THAT THING YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE 12
Every where, in the hunt, in the academy - the spectres made themselves down, searching for the ones they want to atone for what created them. At first, only the ones that are meant to see the ‘message’ will notice these spirits, but as the night goes on, they start to materialize, more “real”. They take the form of visions, or the shape of a person the viewer perceived they had done wrong to, surely it wouldn’t be too bad to have a little chat… right?
C. PURSUIT!
The Boar ran wild, the only certainty in its path is that it is going further from civilization. Even when it momentarily shook off the wolves, it dares not stay still, going through anyone and anything that would be foolish enough to get in it’s way. It is a good idea to stay close, to make sure no other harm would befall this creature, especially as it seems blind to hazards such as frozen rivers and ravines.
D. BATTLE OF THE GREYS
The enormous wolves are relentless pursuers, leaving trails of grey footprints where they roam. Aside from their large sizes, they possessed sharp intelligence, and strong, visceral reaction to displays of strong emotions - and seem to be weakened by it. While they are focused on attempting to kill the boar before dawn and will try to evade hunting parties rather than fight, this weakness can be exploited.
QUESTIONS
Sherlock Holmes/"Arthur Bell" - OTA, will match format
"I am no hunter of beasts by inclination," He remarked idly. "Much as you could call anything involved in this 'beasts.' I'll be playing scout and guide, making sure we will not lose track of the boar."
B1
The only sound he could hear from his position was the distance crunch of snow as people spread out. When he suddenly felt something small and hard hitting his cheek, before reaching his hand out to catch the second object. The smell of citrus told him what it was before he uncurled his hand - an orange pip.
From where the vampire projected where it came from, he spotted a blurry image of a young man, a pince-nez gleaming in the moonlight, umbrella in hand. Sherlock starts, eyes widening - he never held onto trivia things as a rule, but the significance of something most people would cast away from a fruit was not lost on him.
He found himself climbing down the tree he had perched on, following the trail of pips in the snow - a figure clad in black and navy against the grey of the trees and the white of the snow, anyone else getting into position could see him quickly running deeper into the forest.
B2
The howls shattered the glass-like silence, and that was when the detective realized he had strayed too far from his position, he turned this way and that, and realized he does not recognize his surroundings.
"Damn!" He turns back to the young man as he shook his head. "...I know what I did, but you will have to get your salve later - the living needs help now." With that, he bolts, looking for his footfalls, cursing himself under his breath for getting distracted. He had to hurry, he needed to get back, he needed to find his way...
D
The wolves were vicious once someone got in their way, snarling and biting when suddenly a Raven flew from above, cawing and raking at their eyes, or pecking at their heads, incessantly making noise and generally making a bit nuisance of itself to allow others to get free hits in.
That's weird... aren't ravens daytime birds?
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[After making sure the mission-issued scarf's wrapped snugly around his throat, Therion winds his own larger scarf over it. One can never have too much scarf. He settles the night-vision glasses onto his nose, humming thoughtfully. Handy, aren't they?]
Think we get to keep these?
B.
[The child's barely a flicker at the corner of the lens, but Therion still stumbles to an abrupt stop. His breath mists in front of him as he yanks the glasses back to the top of his head and stares out into the darkness.]
...Back in a minute.
[And with that, he dashes off after the small, light-footed shadow. He just needs to know--just needs to get a look under their hood--
It actually doesn't take long at all. Only barely out of sight of the pack, the child loses speed, turns, and stands; a few steps later, Therion slows to a halt, too. Neither of them says anything, and then the child lowers their hood.
Therion looks into the serious, steady green eyes of his younger self, and finds he isn't surprised to see him at all.
After a moment, the boy tilts his head. As if in answer, Therion huffs a sigh, crosses his arms, and glances away--but then he meets that measuring gaze again with a shrug. That, and a slender, wry smile.
The boy's eyebrows rise, but then he echoes that smile, turns one last time, and disappears.]
C.
Over here!
[The Boar may be charging blindly ahead, but no animal worth its snout runs towards fire. Therion's flames aren't very large or powerful, but if they light up right next to the thing's face, of course it'll shriek and turn, even just a little. This way, Therion can--admittedly haphazardly--guide the thing away from steep falls, at least.
Keeping pace is difficult, but if there's anything a thief knows how to do, it's run. Therion bounds along, cold air burning in his lungs and on his cheeks, and feels alive.]
Hahahaha!
[It's the freest he's been in a long, long time.]
C
Still, she sees what Therion is doing, and she does her best to help. There's a flash of red in the trees as she uses her silk to launch herself ahead, struggling to keep the boar away from hazards. ]
You're enjoying yourself. [ Despite her serious tone, her voice is breathless, and there's some lightheartedness to it. After the things she's tried to convince herself she hasn't seen tonight, focusing on the chase is almost a relief.
... ]
I wonder if we could ride it. [ Her voice is thoughtful. ]
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Heh. Might be worth a try.
[He pauses to wipe his forehead and assess the situation in light of this new idea.]
You could attach the reins to its tusks, maybe.
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[ She considers this plan of attack and launches into it almost immediately, threads whipping out around her as she weaves them into the semblance of reins. The wind and the boar's erratic head-jerking mean that her first few attempts go awry, but she remains steady.
(If it was hunting, she'd already have gone for the kill. But they have to keep this boar alive, and that's the difficult part.)
She's loathe to ask for help, but Therion is right there, and he's demonstrated being able to do things that she cannot. ]
Could you keep it running straight? With your flames. I can take care of the rest.
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Sure. I can try.
[Fire's not usually great for precision work, but, like most things when it comes to Therion, he has much more control than power. Doubtful as he is, he still immediately starts looking for a helpful stretch of woods, a sort of tunnel to keep the boar hemmed in without giving it reason to change direction.]
Don't think I can stop it from panicking and tossing its head, but if that's good enough for you...
[There, that clearing might work. He dashes ahead a ways and, with an unconscious dance-like flourish, sends one flame and then another just behind the boar's ears. It screeches and charges forward--straight, guided by rapid-fire, er, fire streaking past its jowls.]
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She notes Therion's little flourish, filing it away as an interesting fact, and slingshots herself forwards above the boar. For her, time seems to slow as she calculates the best angle to land and snare her prey, capturing its head.
One rein strikes true, pulling her downward. The other is pushed aside by the wind. The angle means that Hornet lands in a way that manages to wind her, but she's on and staying on.
She grunts with the effort as she steers the boar away - barely - from an oncoming cliff, flinging all her weight to the side, yanking on the rein.
The wolves are baying in the woods, their grey shapes amassing on either side. She glances back at Therion, and rather than try to reattach the other rein, she flicks it backwards so that Therion can grab onto it if he so wishes. And he might need to, given the grey wolves closing in. ]