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do you bare your fangs at us, sir? MOONLIT RIVALS LOG 2, SCENE 2
Who: Readers and Actors
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
In Town
Above the city, the Umbra Mansion stands tall. Its grand doors and windows have been opened, spilling light like a beacon. Music lilts in the air, drifting so far as to be faintly heard even in the neutral centre of the city.The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
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And he knows them all. Every single one, every time he meets them. Any time he meets anyone. "...I will not sleep," the comparatively enormous bat grumbles. "The images do not stop. The echoes linger. I wait it out. Staying in one place and waiting it out is the best I can accomplish." Which is better than nothing, all told.
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To say nothing of Konrad really, truly needing rest. "That is something I can also help with, you know," the sorcerer says, his smile becoming a little more earnest. "Inducing sleep is easier than paralysis. And your visions do not seem to trouble you if you are cut off from the Great Ocean."
It's nothing to him to maintain the Symbol of Thothmes on one little wagon, for a few hours.
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But the temptation of submitting to oblivion for even a few hours was a strong one. He'd be vulnerable in this wooden box, out in the middle of the city. But better perhaps than being unable to wake when underground. The little vampires that skulked about would reasonably want to take advantage of the predator in their midst being incapacitated. "It would be welcome," he allows after a long moment. True sleep eluded him often, and he knew he relied on it more than his brothers. Since arriving at the library, he'd indulged in perhaps one try at sleep deliberately, and it had gone as well as ever.
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So. He'd had the hunch he might be able to stop a seizure before it began, and if the Symbol of Thothmes is a reliable trigger, he'll be there to get the next one during its prodrome, however short that might be.
Konrad's eventual acceptance garners a nod. A relieved nod, for Magnus is well aware of how fatigued his brother is. "Good night, then. Or good morning," as the case might be, for vampires. He reaches out briefly to touch Konrad on the head, bringing sleep with the contact.
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Unfortunately being awake is directly tied to his ability to maintain that significantly smaller, lighter form. Even in the throes of his fit he'd still been awake, more or less, and in its absence so too does the shapeshift, leaving the full sized primarch behind instead. At least he's maintained what few clothes he bothers to wear.
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It's a little bit of a scramble, but only a little.
He spares himself a moment after to simply watch Konrad sleeping, as much because it is a strange and precious novelty to see any of his brothers so vulnerable, as to assure himself the compelled sleep is deep and healing and true. From the uncommonly peaceful eddies of Konrad's aura, it is, and Magnus will take that as success.
A low mutter and an intricate pass of his hands sets the Symbol of Thothmes in place to ward the wagon's interior. Another tracery of warpfire joins it -- a simple thing of eyes, to give him advanced alert if Konrad begins to wake before he returns.
And all that is nothing on how zealously he wards the outside of the wagon in making ready for his departure. Anyone foolish enough to tamper with it while he's on his errand to House Guildulf will find themselves quite neatly paralyzed for him to deal with on his return.
It still doesn't feel like enough, to guard one of his family in the face of all the horrors that await them. But it will serve.