bnw_sheepy_npcs: (Prisca)
Brave New World NPCs ([personal profile] bnw_sheepy_npcs) wrote in [community profile] bravenewworld 2015-02-03 01:01 am (UTC)

[ The Lucario narrowed his eyes as Piper addressed him. He could take this human. He could take her easily. Just one precise strike and--

The Chandelure looked at him, shaking her head briefly. That would do more harm than good. The Lucario made an indignant noise before slowly backing down. He was close enough that he could strike if needed, and continued to size up the group warily.

They weren't the only ones surrounding her. The specters, slowly beginning to calm--or, those who were still more aggressive, fading back into the earth for the time being--grouped around the girl, protecting her. A few even appeared to be whispering something to her, their voices silent. It was very obvious from her expression that, while scared, she was in a state of deep concentration. She had to keep them at bay.

She wasn't in danger.

She wasn't hurt.

It wasn't her. This pain wasn't hers.

Please, calm down, restless spirits.

It was when she heard a spirit's voice that she didn't know--Martin's--that she broke from her trance, quickly looking up. The man from earlier... ]


You...

[ She could tell he wasn't dead, but... had been at one point in time? Slowly, tentatively, she reached out a hand, trying to touch him. Her hand seemed like it should have gone through, but it didn't; it felt warm, comforting, a strange feeling.

She quickly jerked it back as she felt something touch her shoulder, looking in another direction. Who was this red-haired man? It didn't quite register until she heard him speak, startled surprise filling her face. ...The Aegislash? But how?

Looking in yet another direction, she watched Gordon with rapt interest. Her expression was hard to read, but it looked almost... familiar. This man, the way he spoke, the way he stood, he was so much like her grandfather. It was uncanny. ]


You want to... protect me?

[ ...Were there always so many people, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Watching the young man who Carl had let out his aggression out on walk toward her, she watched him closely, not sure how he was still moving. She saw him take a hit, and he was still moving.

She blinked in surprise at the cup, then looked back up at him in disbelief. They hurt him. Why was he being so nice? Why were they all being so nice? Staring down at the cup again, she slowly reached out and took it, holding it in her hands. It was warm. So warm. Bringing it to her lips, she took a sip, stopped, then went at it with a little more gusto; it was obvious the woman hadn't eaten well in a long time.

Despite herself, the tears flowed down her face, her shoulders shaking. It was too much. It was way too much. ]



[[OOC Note: The bulk of this encounter is now COMPLETE. Players may continue the thread at their leisure without worrying about tag order, and, if there are tags, it will still adhere to the 24 hour rule. For purposes of this thread, the danger meter has been reset to 0 and will stay as such unless there are any additional player-added threats.]]

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