Video - Unseelie/Seelie

[isitapony]

[The locket screen shows a blonde with slightly mussed hair and a skinned chin. Her eyes are wider than they normally are and it's obvious to anyone who's seen panic that she's trying to fight back a little of it right now. She also has her back to a door, one that she seems to be trying to keep closed.]

Okay. Okay. Um, I did not sign up for this, okay? Okay. There are... things out there. It ate one of the little flying guys. Then there were more and then it got bigger and then...

[Then she found her leg being caught and pulled and she'd tripped and bumped her chin and kicked at it until her shoe fell off and she was freed. And now she needed a new shoe.]

It took my shoe.

[This is very important, guys. She now only has one shoe and can't run properly.]

I don't suppose anyone has a... thing that can make them go away, do they? Maybe a really bright flashlight? Or... crap, I don't know. Anything?

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[all7seas]

[This is so awkward. But at least she's hitched them close enough that he can grab hold of the sill himself. Now he's suspended by one arm and there's a monster-thing slithering his way.]

Well done, darling. Should probably remember that magic word about now. Might require a blow to the head.

[isitapony]

[She's sliding along the edge of the sill, trying to pull him more onto it so he can, you know, let go of the goddamn rope.]

If you're lucky, it'll still be attached after this. Come on, let's see if the window's op-- whoop!

[The window was indeed open and she found that out by falling into the room.]

[all7seas]

Lass! [He lets go of that g.d. rope like it's his business, and with one smooth movement swings himself up til he's perched on the sill. He draws his sword and peeks in at her, all the while trying to keep tabs on the approaching horror.]


.....Going to be all purple with bruises, you.

[isitapony]

Half of them are your fault.

[She's on her back, looking up at the ceiling of another room that isn't hers, squinting at the outline of Jack against the window. It takes her a minute (ow, her butt), but she manages to pull herself up, dusting herself off.]

We're a floor down. We should be able to get out the door. Right? They can't be on all the floors.

[all7seas]

[He hops down and makes a show of not quite dusting off her shoulder. There. All better.]

They CAN be on all the floors, actually. But I'm telling you, I know a word! A magic word what undoes them fully! It's just on the tip of my tongue, child. Somewhere.

[Meanwhile, it might be sort of interesting to rifle through the drawers in this room...he starts wandering toward the dresser, a giant, violent, medieval-looking wooden object that might in fact be torturing socks and all other manner of clothing even as they spoke.]

[isitapony]

[No, not all better. But he tried. And was trying. It was a toss up which one won.]

How can you not remember a magical word that saves your life. Or my life, since it seems to want to bite my head off.

[What was he-- was he going through someone's sock drawer? Honestly. She moved over to the door, opening it a crack and peeking through.]

Coast looks clear.

[all7seas]

Ooooh. [He lifts out a cut-crystal bottle of perfume and tucks it into his breast pocket before sashaying over to join her.

There is something slavering just outside the window.]

A clear coast is always best for a safe landing. You go first.

[isitapony]

How very gallant.

[Not that she expected anything more. And the noise coming from the window was making her twitchy, so she opened the door enough to slide through, keeping an eye out for anything and seeing... an empty hallway.]

Looks good. Come out and close the door.

[all7seas]

[He does so -- quietly, considering all the bangly things hanging off him.]


Me, I'd suggest going down to the cellars or kitchens. I need to jangle up my brain a bit.

[isitapony]

Go down to-- you want to go get drunk again? We almost died and you want to get drunk?

[Jack. What the hell were your priorities?]

[all7seas]

Aye, don't you?! [Veronica! Priorities!] There's no better time for it, in my opinion!

[They'd better hurry up and decide, because now the door is rattling.]

Sorry. Fell asleep from grossness.

[isitapony]

There are plenty of better times for it. Or you could just not.

[She gave him a sideways look, then moved to start stomping down the hallway, five foot one inches of tiny blonde annoyance.]

I know those feels

[all7seas]

[Forget that the door they've just come through is shuddering with blows. This argument is far more important.]

When it comes down to it, the free rum's the only redeeming quality about this place!

[A plank in the door shatters.]

[isitapony]

[Still stomping away -- maybe a bit more quickly.]

It's like talking to a frat boy from a few centuries ago. So sorry to disturb you from your boozing and wenching.

[all7seas]

I'm not at ALL fat! Not even chubby! [He hurries along in an unhurried way beside her -- sort of a cross between dancewalking and sashay-a-thoning. And if there is no such thing as sashay-a-thoning, then he has just invented it.]

[isitapony]

Frat. Not fat. Frat. With an R.

[Congratulations on making up a new form of walking, Jack. She'd reward you if she wasn't stomping away from her doom.]

[all7seas]

[BOOM! The door behind them slams open and a ravening beast bursts into the hall. Jack sashay-a-thons faster.] LOOKAMERCYME!

[Nope.]

[isitapony]

Oh my god, don't these things give up? I don't taste good. I have too many preservatives. Promise.

[Even saying that, she started into a jog, heading for the stairs and trying to decide before she got there if she should go up or down.]

[all7seas]

HURRY UP, GIRL! LARKAMERCYME!

[He comes charging up behind her, then falls flat on his face. A shadow-tentacle has snaked around his leg and tripped him up. It is slowly dragging him backward.]

[isitapony]

Oh, for the love of--

[As much as she wants to just keep running, she can't leave him there when he came up from his drunken hovel to help her. She turns and reaches for his hand, grabbing it and starting to tug.]

Let go of him, you overgrown fairy fart.

[all7seas]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Jack does manage to take her hand for all the good it does. Meanwhile, he is constructively yelling and whacking at the incorporeal tentacle with his sword. Which, of course, does nothing.]


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[isitapony]

Now would be a good time to remember that word!

[Because try as she might, she couldn't get him out of its grip and she wasn't strong enough or heavy enough to use her weight to do more than keep it from pulling him closer.]

[all7seas]

LAWK! LAWKAMERCYME!

[Oh my God he got it right. The thing winces, as though struck.]

LAWKAMERCYBLEEDINGME! LAWKAMERCYME!

[The tentacle that has him releases him and begins to shrink.]

[isitapony]

[She just sort of stared for a bit as the thing actually responded. To a word. It even started to shrink and she pulls him back to help him stand.]

Lawkamercyme?

[all7seas]

Lawkamercy. Me. [It feels so good to FINALLY remember a word. And he simply lets her lug him without putting in any effort to stand. This entire thing has been madness and he's still drunk.]

Lawk.A.Mercy.Me.

[It dwindles and dwindles.]