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soul_logs2013-10-27 02:20 am
vintage_magic) wrote in soul_logs2013-10-27 02:20 am
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[Closed] The Game’s Reversed
Characters: Lily Ivory and Lezard Valeth
Location: Bratislava, Slovakia and later Lily's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Time: July 14, evening
Description: What was meant to be a normal mission, investigating the rumors of Baba Yaga, gets turned on its head thanks to BREW. Now, things have flipped around and Lily and Lezard will have to defeat the old crone with their roles reversed. Lily also finally tells her partner about a secret she has kept hidden all this time.
Even with all the times that goldurned contraption flung her back and forth like a interdimensional yo-yo, Lily never quite imagined herself in this situation or that she would let Lezard carry her around in this embarrassing state.
A childish fear of hairdressers had turned out to be a blessing. The wavy, waist-length hair that normally spilled down her back now fell forward over her shoulders and prevented her image on the page from being obscene. But that didn’t stop her from bashfully folding her arms over her chest. It wasn’t quite as mortifying as the initial discovery earlier in the day when she found that she now turned into her Book of Shadows and learned that Lezard had actually been telling the truth about the clothes thing the whole time. But this just wasn’t the type of thing that a small town girl from Texas flaunted and there was still a blush across her cheeks, which translated to hatching marks across her drawing’s face.
“I think I liked it better when you were the book.”
But she reminded herself that there was something more important than her modesty at the moment. This mission they had accepted before they had suddenly found themselves switched. To investigate the disappearances in Slovakia that the locals were attributing to Baba Yaga.
With Lezard’s desire to attend that morning’s BREW viewing and the resulting confusion, it wasn’t until early afternoon that they made it through the mirror, the nine hour time difference putting them in the Slovakian capital late in the evening. After questioning some people, they’d ended up in the historical Old Town area shortly before the witching hour.
“Have you ever heard of this Baba Yaga legend before? It almost sounds like the evil witches in fairy tales.” The few English-speaking locals they’d been able to find had spoken of a hideous old woman. Supposedly, she flew around with a giant mortar and pestle. And lived in a hut that stood on chicken legs and surrounded by a fence adorned with human skulls—if such a structure really existed, it had to be outside of the city. And that she kidnapped children, roasting them in her oven and eating them. “Reminds me a bit of Hansel and Gretel.”
Location: Bratislava, Slovakia and later Lily's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Time: July 14, evening
Description: What was meant to be a normal mission, investigating the rumors of Baba Yaga, gets turned on its head thanks to BREW. Now, things have flipped around and Lily and Lezard will have to defeat the old crone with their roles reversed. Lily also finally tells her partner about a secret she has kept hidden all this time.
Even with all the times that goldurned contraption flung her back and forth like a interdimensional yo-yo, Lily never quite imagined herself in this situation or that she would let Lezard carry her around in this embarrassing state.
A childish fear of hairdressers had turned out to be a blessing. The wavy, waist-length hair that normally spilled down her back now fell forward over her shoulders and prevented her image on the page from being obscene. But that didn’t stop her from bashfully folding her arms over her chest. It wasn’t quite as mortifying as the initial discovery earlier in the day when she found that she now turned into her Book of Shadows and learned that Lezard had actually been telling the truth about the clothes thing the whole time. But this just wasn’t the type of thing that a small town girl from Texas flaunted and there was still a blush across her cheeks, which translated to hatching marks across her drawing’s face.
“I think I liked it better when you were the book.”
But she reminded herself that there was something more important than her modesty at the moment. This mission they had accepted before they had suddenly found themselves switched. To investigate the disappearances in Slovakia that the locals were attributing to Baba Yaga.
With Lezard’s desire to attend that morning’s BREW viewing and the resulting confusion, it wasn’t until early afternoon that they made it through the mirror, the nine hour time difference putting them in the Slovakian capital late in the evening. After questioning some people, they’d ended up in the historical Old Town area shortly before the witching hour.
“Have you ever heard of this Baba Yaga legend before? It almost sounds like the evil witches in fairy tales.” The few English-speaking locals they’d been able to find had spoken of a hideous old woman. Supposedly, she flew around with a giant mortar and pestle. And lived in a hut that stood on chicken legs and surrounded by a fence adorned with human skulls—if such a structure really existed, it had to be outside of the city. And that she kidnapped children, roasting them in her oven and eating them. “Reminds me a bit of Hansel and Gretel.”