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entrancelogs2016-10-21 11:24 pm
brainmeme) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-21 11:24 pm
you're moving everything so fast that
Who: Amethyst and YOU
Where: Neverland
When: Throughout the event
Rating: I'm gonna put PG-13 for violence just in case.
Summary: Amethyst is a Lost One. A very angry gem means a very dangerous island for the adults.
The Story:
a.
Amethyst has been a Lost One for a very, very long time. She knows it's the longest amount of time of any other Lost One here. Thousands of years. She lost count. She'd never even seen another person before she heard Pan's pipes. Now she's surrounded by mostly humans, and she still hasn't quite gotten down what makes someone human and what makes them not.
But that's fine. She likes these humans and nonhumans that make up her fellow Lost Ones. They're the only people she's ever known, and they're just like her. Not that they're ultra powerful and purple, but just like her in that they've been left behind by everyone else. She only knows what adults are in the stories other Lost Ones sometimes tell. She's been told they're big, strong, and cruel.
She hates them.
And now they're on her island.
She doesn't much like people that are much bigger than her, as a rule. Most Lost Ones are bigger, but not too much bigger, so they're fine. With adults, it's another story.
She takes on the form of a purple owl and flies through the trees, keeping watch over her Lost One friends and keeping an eye out for adults. She periodically hoots to keep up the charade -- and because it's just fun to make owl sounds.
You might find an owl following you.
b.
A purple child grits her sharpened teeth and scratches wildly at her messy white hair, crouching down in agitation. This happens sometimes. She sees things in the trees, Neverland shows her ghosts and she never gets used to it. A huge adult with a gem like hers and a cascade of pink curls reaches a hand out to her and she gnashes her teeth at it.
"You're allowed to be angry," the strange vision says, and Amethyst growls and scampers up a tree, baring her sharp teeth at it. It doesn't go away, but it doesn't say anything else.
Amethyst hops from branch to branch, making her way quickly away from the vision, glancing back to make sure it's still there every time. Finally, when it's out of sight, she angrily licks her wrist and rubs it onto her face to clean at herself, grumbling as she does.
"'Course I'm allowed... No one can say I'm not allowed to do anything..."
She doesn't notice anyone nearby.
c.
Amethyst doesn't need to eat. That doesn't mean she doesn't hunt.
When she's bored, sometimes she'll spend the time catching fish while avoiding mermaids, making a game of seeing how many fish she can pierce with a spear before the mermaids start getting agitated with her and she has to run away. She plays fast and loose with mortality seeing as, as far as she knows, she has none, so she gets riskier and riskier with how close she's willing to let the mermaids get before she runs off.
She returns to an encampment just fine this time, though, and, raw fish dangling from her mouth, she sets a spear full of fish over the fire to cook. She tears at the flesh of the raw fish with her fangs, but the cooked ones? Those are for her friends. Any Lost One who is enticed by the smell of cooking fish will get some.
If anyone else happens across her and the encampment, things won't turn out so nice for them.
wildcard.
[I'll match prose or brackets. Feel free to run into Amethyst wherever.]
Where: Neverland
When: Throughout the event
Rating: I'm gonna put PG-13 for violence just in case.
Summary: Amethyst is a Lost One. A very angry gem means a very dangerous island for the adults.
The Story:
a.
Amethyst has been a Lost One for a very, very long time. She knows it's the longest amount of time of any other Lost One here. Thousands of years. She lost count. She'd never even seen another person before she heard Pan's pipes. Now she's surrounded by mostly humans, and she still hasn't quite gotten down what makes someone human and what makes them not.
But that's fine. She likes these humans and nonhumans that make up her fellow Lost Ones. They're the only people she's ever known, and they're just like her. Not that they're ultra powerful and purple, but just like her in that they've been left behind by everyone else. She only knows what adults are in the stories other Lost Ones sometimes tell. She's been told they're big, strong, and cruel.
She hates them.
And now they're on her island.
She doesn't much like people that are much bigger than her, as a rule. Most Lost Ones are bigger, but not too much bigger, so they're fine. With adults, it's another story.
She takes on the form of a purple owl and flies through the trees, keeping watch over her Lost One friends and keeping an eye out for adults. She periodically hoots to keep up the charade -- and because it's just fun to make owl sounds.
You might find an owl following you.
b.
A purple child grits her sharpened teeth and scratches wildly at her messy white hair, crouching down in agitation. This happens sometimes. She sees things in the trees, Neverland shows her ghosts and she never gets used to it. A huge adult with a gem like hers and a cascade of pink curls reaches a hand out to her and she gnashes her teeth at it.
"You're allowed to be angry," the strange vision says, and Amethyst growls and scampers up a tree, baring her sharp teeth at it. It doesn't go away, but it doesn't say anything else.
Amethyst hops from branch to branch, making her way quickly away from the vision, glancing back to make sure it's still there every time. Finally, when it's out of sight, she angrily licks her wrist and rubs it onto her face to clean at herself, grumbling as she does.
"'Course I'm allowed... No one can say I'm not allowed to do anything..."
She doesn't notice anyone nearby.
c.
Amethyst doesn't need to eat. That doesn't mean she doesn't hunt.
When she's bored, sometimes she'll spend the time catching fish while avoiding mermaids, making a game of seeing how many fish she can pierce with a spear before the mermaids start getting agitated with her and she has to run away. She plays fast and loose with mortality seeing as, as far as she knows, she has none, so she gets riskier and riskier with how close she's willing to let the mermaids get before she runs off.
She returns to an encampment just fine this time, though, and, raw fish dangling from her mouth, she sets a spear full of fish over the fire to cook. She tears at the flesh of the raw fish with her fangs, but the cooked ones? Those are for her friends. Any Lost One who is enticed by the smell of cooking fish will get some.
If anyone else happens across her and the encampment, things won't turn out so nice for them.
wildcard.
[I'll match prose or brackets. Feel free to run into Amethyst wherever.]