Post by discordantentity on Aug 4, 2009 12:17:09 GMT -6
OOC: This is a two part thread as the second part will take place on another board, but it's an interesting story that I've crafted based on something I've seen and adapted. I need to bug the BPRD on this one, as it's something that there needs to be an element of reliable help.
IC
She had managed to intercept the packge heading to the parents to be without trouble, inside was an ornate box that carried an old pendant and book written in elven. It had been a week and Firilvia had been putting together this plan, to finish a job she had taken almost one hundred and twenty years ago. This involved a story she had known since she was a child, and one that had a dark history few even could comprehend. In two days there would be a full lunar eclipse, and on a bloodmoon to make matters worse. Taking stock of those she could ask for help, she decided that the BPRD was probably her best bet. Preparing her equipment, and then maing sure that she had the right coordinates to teleport to she closed her eyes and whispered a chant before vanishing.
Instead of appearing inside the entry area she appeared in the library, with a cloud of steam and smoke from hell as it seemed all of her teleports took her througth there. Then again the best paths were there, even if they were a little risky. Coughing a little she placed a music box on the desk and opened it, she then leaned back and waited for someone to show up. A little winded after that teleport, and the sounds of the music from a music box and song could be heard. It was another key to her problem, that she needed help with handling and facilitating and stabilizing her gate to put an end to this tragedy.
'Who are these girls in pain,
Just trapped in a castile in the dark side of the moon,
Twelve of them shining bright in vain,
Like flowers that blossom just once in years.
Dancing in the shadows like whispers of love,
Just dreaming of a place where their as free as doves,
Their never allowed to love in this cursed cage,
It's only the fairy tale tey believe.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music as she waited, though her mind wandered to the actual events that would happen in sixteen years of she did nothing. Twelve innocent souls courrupted to become pawns in a power game, and the demon who would possess and twist the remaining girl. This twisted game of a contest of death she detested, and would not let any more souls become victims. Sighing she headed over to an intercom panel and pressed the button to reach someone, she could not wait for too long. "I apologize for the sudden intrusion, but it looks like I miscalculated my arrival point. I have need to speak with someone about a matter that I am requesting help in, twelve souls will be saved before they even come into this world. If this can be done before the eclipse... Firilvia DuRuvain, proprietess of The Midnight Sonata. I shall wait here, where the technology level is at least acceptable to me." She then found a place to sit and opened the book, reading it with the same facination like she had read it as a girl. She seemed to find this morbid story fascinating, though now part of her didn't think it was such a bad fate. She was trying to be polite, even if she didn't arrive in the right area.
IC
She had managed to intercept the packge heading to the parents to be without trouble, inside was an ornate box that carried an old pendant and book written in elven. It had been a week and Firilvia had been putting together this plan, to finish a job she had taken almost one hundred and twenty years ago. This involved a story she had known since she was a child, and one that had a dark history few even could comprehend. In two days there would be a full lunar eclipse, and on a bloodmoon to make matters worse. Taking stock of those she could ask for help, she decided that the BPRD was probably her best bet. Preparing her equipment, and then maing sure that she had the right coordinates to teleport to she closed her eyes and whispered a chant before vanishing.
Instead of appearing inside the entry area she appeared in the library, with a cloud of steam and smoke from hell as it seemed all of her teleports took her througth there. Then again the best paths were there, even if they were a little risky. Coughing a little she placed a music box on the desk and opened it, she then leaned back and waited for someone to show up. A little winded after that teleport, and the sounds of the music from a music box and song could be heard. It was another key to her problem, that she needed help with handling and facilitating and stabilizing her gate to put an end to this tragedy.
'Who are these girls in pain,
Just trapped in a castile in the dark side of the moon,
Twelve of them shining bright in vain,
Like flowers that blossom just once in years.
Dancing in the shadows like whispers of love,
Just dreaming of a place where their as free as doves,
Their never allowed to love in this cursed cage,
It's only the fairy tale tey believe.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music as she waited, though her mind wandered to the actual events that would happen in sixteen years of she did nothing. Twelve innocent souls courrupted to become pawns in a power game, and the demon who would possess and twist the remaining girl. This twisted game of a contest of death she detested, and would not let any more souls become victims. Sighing she headed over to an intercom panel and pressed the button to reach someone, she could not wait for too long. "I apologize for the sudden intrusion, but it looks like I miscalculated my arrival point. I have need to speak with someone about a matter that I am requesting help in, twelve souls will be saved before they even come into this world. If this can be done before the eclipse... Firilvia DuRuvain, proprietess of The Midnight Sonata. I shall wait here, where the technology level is at least acceptable to me." She then found a place to sit and opened the book, reading it with the same facination like she had read it as a girl. She seemed to find this morbid story fascinating, though now part of her didn't think it was such a bad fate. She was trying to be polite, even if she didn't arrive in the right area.