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Epimetheus wasn't like Prometheus when it came to powers and magic. He had power, sure, but he'd never mastered it the way his twin had. He hadn't needed to, really. He'd never been trapped in the mortal realm after all, he came and went as he pleased- Using portals. ...Portals he generally had others open for him. However, since he was traveling alone lately, the only way to pop back home for a bit was to crack one open himself, using the only spell he knew to do so. A very blunt spell, honestly, that Prometheus had scolded him time and time again for using. 'Spells like this aren't like garage door openers, you know. They don't just open one portal, they'll open any in range,' the other titan had scolded, though all Epimetheus had said in return was 'What's a garage door?'.

That had been some time ago, but Epimetheus had used the spell many times since. He'd never noticed any ill effects personally, and didn't have the foresight to see how it might go a bit wrong. So this morning when he'd popped home to see Pandora, he'd gone on as he always did- Oblivious to any trouble he might be causing elsewhere.

(Portals are opening and closing all over london, letting things into the city from other places, times, ect. The sky is the limit here! Have anything you want slip through into the city- Or maybe let your pups go stumbling through one themselves? The choice is yours! This post will be open all next week, so tag in and then check back often! As always, we trust you guys not to go too crazy with this power, but please, no wrecking the city or doing anything that might cause gamewide issues without checking in with us first. Also, like any plot, feel free to have your pups sit out or be completely oblivious to the chaos. Assume that Torchwood and the like are keeping it out of the papers. ;) Have fun!)

Date: 2017-05-08 06:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix shot the girl a sharp, disapproving glance -- it couldn't be only because of her choice in language, could it? (It was.) He held up a finger in indication that she should hush, a flicker of the blue eye tattooed on his palm visible for an instant as he tried to listen.

Something felt deeply wrong about this forest, beyond the tearing metal sound muffled by wood and leaves. He had no name for it, but he had felt it before. It had crept up his back and enshrouded him on Halloween, forming into the spectre of Malkar.

Before he had time to answer, there was a violent crash, as a tree simply fell straight over across the tracks only a few meters from where they stood. Felix jumped, and whirled around, then lost his footing and stumbled off the railroad tracks toward the edge of the woods. "Something's here," he hissed.

Date: 2017-05-09 05:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wispofathing
There was something so amusing about a city boy telling her how she should be out here that Curnen smiled a little and let him. She reached out only once to be sure he was steady when he stumbled, but didn't hold on when he'd found his footing.

"Even if there wasn't," she answered low, "Don't go into the trees." She'd felt it, too, and it would eat them alive. Maybe not quickly, but it would.

The ticking was growing louder, like someone had dropped a clock tower into the middle of the wilderness.
Edited Date: 2017-05-09 10:53 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-10 06:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix got even more awkward for the two seconds that Curnen reached out to touch him, but he settled down once she pulled her hand back. The sense from the edge of the trees seemed to creep closer, as if it had caught the scent of wizard and wanted to give him a lick. There was nothing there, nothing visible to the naked eye, but Felix had the strangest feeling that if he had time to concentrate, he would be able to see... something.

He had just opened his mouth to ask how the tree had fallen over, when suddenly, he didn't need to enquire at all. An impossibly tall column of copper, brass, rivets and gears stepped out of the tree line, bending at a knee at least as tall as Felix himself. His head tilted back, and back, as the clockwork beast slowly stepped into view.

Date: 2017-05-11 02:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wispofathing
If Felix had to tilt his head back, so too did Curnen, and her eyes went enormous.

"If I only had a heart..." she whisper-sang. What the hell else could she say? Run? That was verging on pointless, since there was only one possible direction and anything with a stride like that would catch them effortlessly. They couldn't go into the trees, and the thing had blocked off the tracks the other way.

Date: 2017-05-12 03:33 am (UTC)
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"There's no way it's friendly..." Felix began quietly, when the construct's head swung around to focus on them, like it had caught the scent of wizard. Or perhaps of fae. Without hardly pausing, the thing changed course, and began its horrendous progress toward them.

It was enormous, and it was nothing like the kind of giant robot that would be crafted in their world. Instead of smooth steel and sleek plastics, it was copper and rivets, the heavy ticking of clockwork, and two burning circles in its head, something like eyes, something like the headlamps of a semi truck.

Felix paled, glancing left and right and stepping back, even though there was nowhere to go.

Date: 2017-05-14 05:43 am (UTC)
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Had Curnen ears that could flatten against her head, they would have done so in that moment as she growled low in her throat, her eyes going full black. Knowing herself cornered, she was ready to go down scrapping if need be.

Even so, she did not go fully feral animal as she might have once done. A corner of her mind was searching for something, for the right song for the moment. The growl slowly smoothed and became a low humming.

Date: 2017-05-15 04:50 am (UTC)
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"What exactly is that supposed to do?" Felix asked -- demanded, really. He was unable to take his eyes off the automaton; he'd never seen anything like it, he didn't know what it was or how it functioned, or why...

... why it was moving toward them with a molded fist upraised, aiming to smash the both of them into pulp.

Date: 2017-05-15 04:59 am (UTC)
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Curnen answered his question by opening her mouth and beginning to sing.

The song was low in her register. Bliss was better suited to Sooj Tucker music, and yet she knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that this was the right thing.

You'd never know that Marrow was
a glowing place, beautiful, before
her tarnished heart lost its way
so long, so long
gone are the colors, the apples and gems
each hunger answered with more
above and below she has rotted away
so long, so long


The machine did not stop, did not calm--as much as a machine could do that--but it did begin to slow in its progress towards them, its movements creaking and then screeching as its joints accelerated towards rusting.

She was giving them a chance to not die immediately, that was what she was doing.

Date: 2017-05-16 02:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix did not know this song, and he did not know this magic, but that did not stop it from working before his eyes. "You're going to have to tell me how you do that," he muttered quickly, but even though Curnen had bought them some time, he couldn't spend it all discussing the nuances of her magic with her.

Curnen's song was aging the creature, molecule by molecule, but Felix could see there was something more. It was there in the song -- her tarnished heart lost its way. The tendrils of rust and tiny cracks coalesced around where the heart of the automaton would have been, if it were somehow human. Felix did not know the first thing about robot construction, or why it should matter, but he could see one thing.

"It's empty," he realized out loud, bringing up one tattooed hand that crackled with purple lightning. "It still has power but it has no direction. All I can do it... try to short it out." Which sounded almost as dangerous as letting the twelve-foot-tall metal man try to punch them to death.

Date: 2017-05-17 05:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wispofathing
It sounded mad, but when you had no choice did that really matter?

Curnen didn't dare break her concentration or stop the song now that she'd started. The closest she allowed herself to get was to slip back into humming while she listened. She nodded, her black eyes bright with urgency, which would have to serve for her answer. Her voice lifted in song again.

Seventh sons and golden ball daughters
can take their own lives to hand
I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again


It was just a part of the song, responding the dark magic of this wood, but it was also the encouragement she had to hand. They were just passing through, and they would get out again.

Date: 2017-05-20 04:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Yes, quite, Felix thought, meeting Curnen's gaze for just another moment. Giving her song time enough to weaken the creature as much as he dared allow.

Then he swung around, stepping forward, and pulled back one tattooed hand like he was about to throw the world's least accurate overhand pitch. Instead what he threw was an arcing bolt of bright green energy that leapt from his fingers and exploded at the seam of the automaton's head and chest. It was the only gap he could find, and the most likely place to locate the thing's power source.

At least, that was where Felix would put it, if he had built such a thing. And he knew this thing had been made by a wizard.

There was a fierce, deafening rumble and clanging, like someone had trapped a thunderstorm in a massive kettle. All Felix could really see was that the shape of the automaton was still coming closer. He didn't know if it was inertia or if the thing was moving under its own power.

The second arc of green lightning sent it falling over backwards, one metal fist still raised to the sky.

Date: 2017-05-20 04:18 am (UTC)
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One did not simply stop a dying dirge. Even if it was for a machine. Even when you questioned for a moment if you'd ever hear anything again.

But Curnen kept the song going, even after the thing fell, her eyes enormous with wonder from the way Felix had struck it down. Her voice softened down gradually, as if lulling the thing to sleep. If any vestige of its power had survived that, she wanted to make sure it was good and fucking smothered.

Fear not the wind of wasting
Its howling is not for you
Only an echo now within
the hearts of those just passing through
the hearts of those long ago passed through


She was quiet a moment when she was done. And then, like that whole episode of her own weirdness hadn't happened she just said, "Holy shit."

Date: 2017-05-21 12:08 am (UTC)
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Felix folded over at the waist, propping his hands on his knees, and took a few struggling breaths. It was the lay-over of fear and the rush of adrenaline more than the effort of the magic, which for him, had not been that great.

"I can agree with your sentiment if not your vocabulary," he still managed to drawl dryly.

Date: 2017-05-21 12:17 am (UTC)
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"Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck," Curnen answered without batting an eyelash, just because the profanity clearly bugged him. Even so, Bliss would probably cuff her for being childish. Momma would have washed her mouth out with soap.

"You all right?"
Edited Date: 2017-05-21 12:17 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-21 10:34 pm (UTC)
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Felix's annoyance served to settle his emotions far better than any sort of comforting might have. In that, Curnen displayed some form of genius. He managed to take one continuous breath and let it out. "I'm not exactly a combat wizard."

Date: 2017-05-22 12:49 am (UTC)
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Built like he was, Felix wasn't a combat anything. But that was a bit too mean for her, so instead, "And I'm not exactly a combat fairy," Curnen countered with a shrug. "So I think we're even."

Date: 2017-05-22 04:06 am (UTC)
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Felix looked at her speculatively. "That was a smart bit of magic, regardless. Must the song be related to the effect you're trying to create? Do you have specific songs for specific spells? I have some passing familiarity with Fae magic, though, clearly, not a practitioner myself."

And, yes, he was going to stand here on a train track with a metal monster dead a few meters away and quiz her about how her magic worked. Thank you very much.

Date: 2017-05-22 04:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen blinked at him, her eyes by now no different from any human's eyes once more.

"The song has to be right," she said simply. "And that can mean a lot of things. What you want, who you are, how strong you are, where you are, any number of other things. There's some small things that have set songs, but if you wanna do something big..." she shrugged.

"If you're meant to do it, the right song comes to you."

Date: 2017-05-23 03:25 am (UTC)
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"How lovely," Felix said dryly. He began to move closer to the downed automaton, now that it had stopped ticking. The silence was startling. "No need to study the same spell for a dozen years. If you're meant to cast it, it just comes to you."

Tentatively, Felix nudged the top of the metal thing's head with his boot. When it did not respond, he began to walk around it, wanting a closer look.

Date: 2017-05-23 03:47 am (UTC)
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You asked, dickweed. But she could not explain it better without telling him about the night wind, and that she would not do.

"Sometimes it sucks, actually," Curnen said with a shrug, moving closer to the automaton out of her own curiosity. "You want a thing, need a thing, but you're not the right person to do it. Or it ain't time."
Edited Date: 2017-05-23 06:51 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-24 12:46 am (UTC)
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"Who decides?" Felix asked, crouching down to get a better look at the seam where he'd caught a glimpse of what he thought to be the power source. "Who decides who is right or when the time is?"

Date: 2017-05-24 01:03 am (UTC)
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"Reckon you could ask that about anything people try to do," Curnen answered, which actually wasn't an attempt at being glib. It was the way she'd been raised to see the world. Most Tufa couldn't hear the night wind speaking to them in words--that was Mandalay's nightmare to handle--but it could send signs. "Ain't really that anybody decides, at least not on their own. Someone might choose to be a leader, but they need people to willing follow 'em or a way to put enough of 'em down or have the talent of persuasion. If someone's in the slot they want, they gotta wait for an opening, or they gotta be stronger and take 'em out. Without the right circumstances, don't matter how much you holler at the world, world don't care."

Why her mind had gone to goddamn Bo-Kate of all things, she didn't want to know.

She tipped her head to one side as she looked at the metal thing's head. "It's got horns," she mused with a little frown.
Edited Date: 2017-05-24 01:05 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-05-25 03:01 am (UTC)
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Felix was about to comment on the similarities and differences between Curnen's people and the Cabalines, when her statement distracted him. "It has what now? Horns like a bull or horns like a... er, like an automobile?" he asked briskly, coming around to where she stood so he could see what she saw.

Date: 2017-05-27 12:16 am (UTC)
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Curnen snorted with barely choked down laughter. "Did you seriously just... Like a bull," she said, pointing at the thing's head.

Date: 2017-05-27 06:01 pm (UTC)
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"Hush," Felix instructed, and crouched down closer. Now that he could inspect it, the automaton seemed to be half-wrapped in vines and dead leaves, which made the wizard's own tattooed fingers twitch nervously. He reached out to clear away some of the moss clinging to the metal, but quickly drew his hands back again as if burned.

"Look at the mold, and this rust. This thing hasn't moved for a very long time."

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