☆ Event: Fright Night

[moustre]

Event Log: October, Fright Night

I. The Mist It starts in the middle of the night. As the bells chime for 3 am, a slow fog creeps across the city from all four cardinal directions, swirling low to the ground, shining purplish in the light of the twin moons. It goes without notice for a while, an oddity, easily brushed off as too much rain and the changing temperatures turning it to mist over the cobblestones. The first ones to get caught up in it are the night workers, the drunks leaving the bars, the sailors returning to their ships, anyone out on the streets when it begins. In most cases, the effects are not instantaneous - it takes a little time to sink in before… a. The Transformations Even if you don’t find yourself out on the streets in the middle of the night, the mist creeps its way into buildings through cracks and openings, until exposure is almost guaranteed for everyone in Aefenglom, and even some just outside the Bright Wall in the Outer City. Though a lucky few, Mirrorbound and citizens alike, will find themselves wholly unaffected by the substance and will retain their physical forms and their own right minds, many more find themselves bent to its whims, changing in ways that could never have been predicted. There is little rhyme or reason to what changes occur or how - some simply wake with new parts, uncomfortable, while others run from their homes, panicking as wings tear painfully out of their backs or claws burst forth from their hands. The mist does not discriminate. Humans and Witches find themselves gaining the parts of Monsters, or even creatures that live outside the Wall. Monsters gain parts that don’t match up to their species - Arachne with wings or gills, Turnskin with antlers and Merrow tails, Puca with the teeth and claws of predators or the horns of unicorns or the scales of lizards, such strange sights become more and more common as morning approaches slowly. Mirrorbound may find that they can even gain the features and mannerisms of creatures from their home worlds. It all seems to happen wholly at random. These parts may not even last; plenty of citizens lose their new additions after just hours, only to gain new ones in the meanwhile. In the dark, wee hours of the morning, the city erupts into chaos. b. Widespread Chaos There’s no chance of peace tonight. Some may be lucky enough to escape the mists or its effects somehow, but the vast majority of the city hasn’t -- and it’s telling, from the sounds of people in the streets, that no one’s particularly happy about the turn of events. Many are in pain, many are blind with panic and upset. How could this happen? What’s going on? Many of the shouts attribute blame to the Coven allowing the practice of at-times experimental magics, while others turn it into anti-Monster sentiment, claiming the Monster population wants them all to suffer the way they do. Other tinfoil-hat-ists spread their conspiracy theories loudly, laying the blame squarely on Dorchacht - retribution for the Monsters the Mirrorbound stole from their city. This is an attack, they shout! The actual truth remains to be seen, however. There are plenty who don’t care about the truth and pay little attention to the rumors. They’re opportunists at heart, and a city in chaos is good for lining pockets. Some less-affected and less-moral citizens take to the streets of the Shopping and Aristocratic districts, throwing rocks through windows, banging down doors, looting shops and the houses of the wealthy of whatever valuables they can carry with them. Even a gang of kids from one of the orphanages in the Harbor District, sporting their own mismatched new features, can be spotted roaming the city, looting stores and homes, stealing from people incapacitated in the streets. They can’t pass up an opportunity when they have so little to begin with. c. State of Emergency Parliament, in contact with the Coven, is quick to declare a state of emergency in Aefenglom. A magical announcement rings out all through the city, loud and impossible to miss. Those who can keep it together are called upon to help find some sort of order before things devolve too badly and more damage is done than can be fixed. People will get hurt if things continue like this, they could even be looking at casualties. Those who have learned healing magic are asked to report to makeshift first aid stations scattered around the city to help those dealing with more violent, bloody transformations. Anyone with prior law enforcement experience are tasked with helping contain and stop the looting and the muggings. More still are called to try and figure out some way to get rid of the mist, or reverse its effects. None of the assignments are mandatory, plenty are unable to assist as they deal with their own afflictions, but any help is greatly appreciated.

II. Damage Control The chaos of the first night dies down somewhat by noon the next day. The air of forgiveness and cleaning up for the new year that was present at the beginning of the month is gone as the violet mist still spreads, wreaking havoc with the citizens of Aefenglom. Human citizens take it worse than the Monster half of the city, but one of the side-effects hits the Monster community harder. It quickly becomes apparent that the effects of this never-before-seen magic are not only physical. Fights break out over anything from minor slights to things worth fighting about, blossoming from a few thrown punches to all-out brawls that spill into the streets. Anger and agitation increase in most affected citizens, and you can cut the tension in the air with a knife. Relief efforts have to be redirected. Some can keep it together just enough to go about their daily lives as best they can with their new ‘additions’, but others rapidly start to lose their minds in ferality, even those with strong Witch-Monster Bonds. Miss Nessie is quick to whip the Coven into action to help preserve the peace as much as possible. There isn’t enough room to contain so many feral citizens, but they try to make do. All available Mirrorbound, Witch and Monster, who are able and want to help contain the people of Aefenglom or each other are taught a simple knock-out spell, or given slips of paper enchanted with the same, to literally knock some sense into the ferals. It won’t hurt them in the long term, but it will give them a time-out and help pull their minds out of their pits of animal instinct. Plenty of citizens will be thankful for this. That doesn’t mean everyone is happy to see the Mirrorbound around town. They may notice that they get more scowls while they’re out and about, more whispers and dirty looks. They come from humans the most, but especially the wealthier people of the city, dealing with their own share of terrible transformations, who mutter under their breaths words like, “Knew they would bring trouble with them. Knew it right from the start.” Known Mirrorbound may find themselves being kicked out of higher class shops in the Shopping District, or even spit on in the streets. Poorer citizens, especially Monsters, see things differently, however: they’ve seen the refugees from Dorchacht, they know what was done for some of their kind. They’ll admit that the Mirrorbound have brought trouble with them, but a little trouble isn’t always a bad thing - sometimes you’ve got to shake things up and disturb the status quo. Though they’re dealing with bizarre changes and an increased risk of going feral, they have faith that the Mirrorbound will help solve this problem. Of course, this difference in opinion just means both sides argue louder and fight harder.

III. The Refugees For those who’d found themselves rehomed, mostly Monsters and what few Witches came with, this is not what they had expected from a “full moon”. They’d been warned that certain urges would be stronger, that magic could wax and wane like the moons themselves, but this? This rampant disorder, the odd turning present in so many citizens and Mirrorbound alike, the Coven and Parliament’s bid on attempting some sort of damage control--? Is this what they left Dorchacht for, from one far too controlling city to one that didn’t seem to have any control at all? They aren’t in chains, at least. They can choose their Bonds if they’d like one. But it’s put them on edge enough that some linger by the docks, both wanting to leave to someplace “safe” in their eyes and wishing to stay. The latter wins out in most cases, seeking to help the Mirrorbound as they were helped themselves, though they may be suffering from the mists themselves... oddly, they seem to be more aware of themselves in a way that the natives are not, likely learned behavior leftover from Dorchacht to keep themselves in check; the compulsion spell had only helped compulsion, after all, there’d been a genuine want to remain secure and safe in their minds even with the situation as it was. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of locals who see the refugees as part of the problem -- before the Mirrorbound, before Dorchacht, Aefenglom had been fine, and in continuing these thoughts, they’re not... the friendliest to outsiders. Some are more likely to retaliate violently with new-found additions to their physiology and skillset when the refugees attempt to help, with whispers, conspiracy theories, and nasty rumors all the while spreading at a rapid pace. As bad as Dorchacht had been, maybe they had a point about the strange, suggestive magic used across the city. Maybe it’s something Aefenglom should look into too, during the fuller moons, should this be the beginning of something worse as the new year rises at the end of the month. But hopefully -- and this is the hope of all -- it simply remains a one-off, freak happening at the end of the year, and they pray the new one fares better.

IV. The Aftermath Thanks to quite a bit of Mirrorbound assistance, the city is still largely in one piece by the end of the day after the full moons. The mist, an unstable alchemical compound, eventually breaks down into nothing after a day or so, and the effects all fade or reverse, leaving everyone in their normal bodies and feeling clear-headed as the moons start to wane again. There are issues of property damage, stolen goods, and political discord to deal with, but the hardest to handle is perhaps the guilt of those who went feral and attacked their friends and loved ones. Samuin preparations continue with an unusual gloom hung over the city as clean-up and reparations commence. While before, though, humans and Monsters could often be found on the bridge over the River Temese, making amends with one another, the activity almost entirely ceases, leaving the bridge empty most days from now until Samuin.

Welcome to October's event log! This event takes place ICly on the 12th, 13th, and 14th. The Questions thread can be found HERE! Please help us and other players out by putting the subject(s) of your questions in your header! Investigation briefs will be going out soon on the OOC Sign Ups thread to the teams who were chosen by RNG, so keep an eye out for that. And as always, while we do encourage you to use this log, you can feel free to thread things out on your own log or elsewhere.

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[beariot]

[ Her ankles locked behind him, gasping as she was moved but certainly not from shock. At this point, she was pretty certain Ramesses definitely was going to manhandle her to some degree, and she welcomed the intensity of it. She had no reason to hem or haw over the possibility of things getting rough. She wasn't afraid of Ramesses love, even in a state like this, a state they both shared.

By the time he was attacking her neck again, she let her claws do as they wished, shredding through the seams of his shirt to find the hot skin beneath, gripping in desperation as her hips ground against him. ]

nsfw this point forward

[fulgency]

[The build of more -- of wanting and giving more -- is so often the part of this that Ramesses enjoys. Especially when it comes to Chariot who once had been so shy about her own desires that it wasn't until she was nearly speaking in tongues before she could more concretely give voice to them. But gods... Like this, it takes only the slightest amount of contact for it to build upon itself for either of them. Every sound she makes, every shift of her body against him only increasing his singular focus of her and his desire for her.]

[She's simply intoxicating.]

[His kisses and bites to her neck pause for a moment as he takes her hat off, tossing it aside before tangling a hand in her hair. His grip is a little tighter already as his arousal becomes increasingly difficult to miss pressed against her. His other hand trails along the underside of one of her thighs, fingers curling to extend claws that catch and pull on fabric. As his teeth graze along the last of the lowest parts of her exposed neck, his hand slips from her hair down the opposite side of her neck to cup her breast. Squeezing, he narrows his hold to tease a nipple between his fingers.]

[beariot]

[ The sensation of feeling him press against her like that was a fairly bracing reminder that as much as she and Ramesses had indulged in, she hadn't quite... felt that, not so close, not so impossible to ignore. And true, she'd definitely thought about it before, but now it was pretty much all she could think about. Every little thing he did, his touch, the way his claws teared at her tights, the sensation of his grip on her chest, all of it just amplified that thought, that need.

The lunar presence in her mind wanted nothing more than to indulge that need, to feel everything he was offering, as much as he was willing to give. And even her conscious self, apart from the beast she'd become... That part of her wanted it too. ]

J'ai envie de toi... Baise-moi... Défonce-moi... [ She could hardly believe she was saying all of that, expressions she'd never imagine coming from her own lips, but the beast inside was more honest than she ever was. ]

[fulgency]

[The words themselves don't mean much to Ramesses, but their meaning isn't lost on him with the way they come out of here never mind her reactions to his every action and touch.]

[He has to make a slight, temporary adjustment to his hold on her to create enough space. He presses a knee against the wall underneath her to continue supporting her weight as the hand on her thigh moves between her legs. Ramesses catches her lips in another hungry kiss as his hand only runs over her damp heat once before he extends a claw. He doesn't begin teasing her after he's made the hole, however, and instead reaches for one of her hands on him to bring it between her legs.]

[He drags her lower lip between his teeth as he breaks off the kiss, dipping her fingers beneath torn fabric.]

You're already so wet... [He kisses beneath her jaw once more as he guides her hand to tease her own entrance. His voice against her neck is hardly more than a rumble lower than usual.] But I want to hear you beg for it...

[She's edging on desperate, that much is apparent. Chariot is reactive to everything, words and sounds slip from her without hardly any thought, but she's still not quite where Ramesses wants her. He wants it to be such insatiable need that she's willing to take if she has to to get what she wants.]

Touch yourself. [His hand leaves hers, moving back to her thigh as the one at her breast moves to trace along her jaw. Ramesses lips are once again close enough to share a breath with her.] Like you do when you think of me...

[beariot]

[ No one... no one had ever talked to her like that before. Ramesses and Fang could be dictating when making love, to be sure, but there was something distinctly different about his tone. Something that made her shiver with anticipation to her very core, and excited her in a way Chariot had never known. And both the beast and the woman within her age in agreement.

She made certain her hand brushed his so he could very much feel it, fingers passing over and briefly lacing with his own before they found her folds, glistening, pressing against them, brushing desperately, gasping at the sensation and moving back and forth, still trembling under the weight of Ramesses' charisma. ]

Je plaide... je t'en supplie... j'ai envie de toi... baise-moi, je suis désespéré! [ Her words pitched upwards as she went, keening tone in all of them, begging just as he'd asked. ]

[fulgency]

[Ramesses is relatively quiet as she pleasures herself, offering her instead wordless little pieces of praise as he runs his fingers through her hair and presses urgent, worshipful kisses to random points on her skin. Chariot's desperation rises as she rocks against her own hand, voice losing more and more the firm shape of words as she pleaded. Everything from her scent, her voice, to the look on her face...]

My shining star... Gods... Listen to you...

[To be sure, there is an underlying need to Ramesses' voice, but there is also awe and admiration. Even without the effects of the moons or mist, Ramesses would find her difficult to resist, to not feel drawn to her and wanting to see what heights she might yet reach. It's not just that he wants her, but he wants her. All of her. The parts of her that she's proud of, that she's built and rebuilt. The parts of her that bring her shame, that give her reason to hide in plain sight.]

[Undoing his pants, Ramesses frees his cock and readjusts his hold on Chariot once more. Taking her hand, he once more guides her touch; this time, he guides her to himself, Ramesses' breath hitching and tail quivering as they stroke and coat his length, allowing her a little more autonomy with each stroke and encouraging with words and sounds of pleasure.]

...I can't wait any longer, I need you.

[Catching her lips in yet another kiss, it only lasts as long as teasing her. The feel of her on the head of his dick is enough to double down on his words, and using her hand to position himself at her entrance before he pushes inside with a groan.]

[beariot]

[ She'd become so lost in her pleasuring of herself, in the very thought of him taking her as she was so shamelessly begging him to do, that she'd nearly forgotten that he actually... was. going to do that. Once more he had her gasping, her grip on his cock almost too tight, purely reflex, barely certain of what to do with him.

But despite all of that, his words, his kisses, kept her grounded enough to focus in guiding him. She never imagined things coming this far, that she'd be this sort of lover to anyone. When Ramesses had first kissed her, all that time ago, it was her first. When he'd touched her, that day in the coven when he was recovering from magic sickness, it had been her first. And now, another first, another aspect of her 'shine' was coming through, undiscovered, seen by no other man before...

It didn't do much to prepare her for what it would feel like when he began to push inside of her. It was not entirely unique. She'd felt her own fingers, even toys, before. But how hot, how living and virile his length felt as her walls welcomed him, was entirely new, and more than a bit overwhelming, unable to do much more than squeak. ]

[fulgency]

[It's a little difficult to miss how overwhelmed Chariot is at the sensation of him inside her when he can feel the strain of her trying to make even a sound. It is a little bit of a struggle to remain still when she feels this good, this tight around him. Instead, Ramesses presses light kisses to her throat as gentle reminders to breathe. Overwhelmed is nice, but he wants her completely present.]

I've got you...

[It's a quiet promise he repeats a few times to her before he starts moving. It's a slow start, still allowing her the time to adjust, to only take more when she's ready for it. Ramesses' breath hitches as he moves in and out of her, occasionally disrupting his praise for how good she feels, how much he always wants her. Running fingers through her hair, he kisses her cheek before resting his forehead against hers. He has to steady himself a moment against his own desires and the pull of the moons to simply run with the sensations and join with her with an urgency that matches the intensity and depth of what he feels for her. His eyes reflect all of it, unable and unwilling to hide any of it from her.]

[While there is still this small, quiet moment, Ramesses speaks again. It's barely said above a whisper, but the words stand just as firm and certain as they would be if he said them louder.]

I love you, Chariot.

great i get to use this icon again because *what other face would she make*

[beariot]

[ Spoken with the certainty of a Pharoh, of a Child of the Son, and every bit of those words pushed directly into Chariot's heart, which was already beating so loudly that she thought it might burst. The sheer weight of his words, a knowledge she perhaps already ascertained in some way but had not confronted so directly, crashed into her along side the same carnal, bestial pleasure of him being fully inside of her, filling her up both literally and metaphorically with his affection and desires.

It all happened at once, so much, so beyond what she was ready for in that moment, that all she could whisper back was... ]

Je t'aime aussi... [ And then a sharp, pitched cry as she felt herself rushed along to an orgasm, right from the gate, that ripped through her blood like a hurricane, tightening all around him despite him having not even moved from his initial thrust. All because of the addition of his words, and the impact they had on her... ]

[fulgency]

[Needless to say, her orgasm catches him off-guard, a sudden gasp escaping him as her walls begin to tighten around him. The pulse of her orgasm stokes the call of the mist and moons, driving him to want to fulfill that carnal need to be with her and his hips buck in response. His grip on her hip tightens as he thrusts into her, eager for every sensation of her body with his. While in the throes of her climax, his kiss to her lips is only to the corner, brief before he moves back to her neck and throat. Unlike before, there's less focus. More pauses and interruptions as he moans against her skin.]

[As the waves of her orgasm begin to fade, Ramesses' hand moves between her legs, fingers separating her folds to massage her clit.]

[beariot]

[ Slow and steady might have been appropriate but it had never been in the cards with the lunar presence in their minds fueling their love for one another, their absolute carnal need to be with the other. Chariot moaned freely as Ramesses hips began to hammer against her, feeling him hit a certain spot within each time, the ferocity of his love tremendous and palpable.

When he added his fingers to the whole mix, she felt herself careening into orgasmic territory once more, murmuring French nothings, pleads for more, praises of him, more love-drunk declarations of her affection and desire for him. Saying she was mewling wasn't just a metaphor, as the beast inside of her rewarded every but of his instincts with those of her own, welcoming everything he had to give. ]

[fulgency]

[Instinct that's entwined itself in all of his affection, love, and desire for her leaves every part of him attuned to her. Every noise, every word, every termor of her body, it seems to set afire something new, something insatiable within him. He praises her again and again for her beauty, her shine, how good she feels. The closer he brings them towards release, the more he feels the unfamiliar instinct to bite at her neck. He comes close, his teeth grazing at her neck rougher than before when he catches himself and stops with a low growl.]

[beariot]

[ That sensation of his teeth against her throat had her gasping again. Part of her deeply wanted him to do that, to mark her, to put a visible claim on others to see. The very idea of it had her heating up further, hands clenching and hips rolling...

But of course, the reality would be pretty different, and the part of Chariot that wasn't being driven by the call of the moons was glad he'd shown some discretion, and appreciated that possessive growl no less, fueled by his shows of need and want, rewarding him with more of her, as deep as she could take him, singing a formless song for his ears on sweet, warm breaths. ]

[fulgency]

[The deeper she allows him to go, the more the moons pull at him to empty his seed inside of her. But that same part of him that managed to stop himself from sinking his teeth any further into her neck stubbornly holds onto whatever ounce of control it can hold.]

[When he feels he is about to come, Ramesses is quick to pull out with a groan, burying his face in her neck and clenching his jaw tight against instinct. He's tense, hips still jerking slightly with the force of his orgasm as he continues rubbing at her clit, urgently trying to bring her over the edge with him.]

[beariot]

[ She almost would have let him, in her current state, but part of her was definitely grateful that a cooler head prevailed. Even so, she could still feel it, a hand straying to grip at the shaft of his cock as it burst, overcome by a need to truly feel him come with her own hand as she was quickly made to do the same through the attention to her clit. It came just shortly after his own, moans broken up by desperate gasps for air. ]

[fulgency]

[As orgasm ebbs away and Ramesses begins catching his breath, his near-purr starts and stops a few times before falling into a steady rhythm. Though he relaxes, he doesn't set Chariot down just yet, taking the moment to nuzzle at her and keep her close. When he raises his head again, he kisses her on the lips with less fervor than before but no less unclear in his love and desire for her. It's only then that if she wants to stand on her own again that Ramesses is willing to help her down carefully.]

[beariot]

[ She was... honestly pretty damn content to just stay there, cradled in his arms, basking in the wonderful afterglow of their love. She'd gained more experience since their first time together, to be sure, but she had still never felt anything quite like that. She wanted to just absorb it all, soak in it, like laying in a warm bath...

She murmured, still in French, but affection clear despite the language, just love drunk little affirmations of how dear he was to her, and more importantly... ]

Tu es mon soleil...

[fulgency]

[He smiles when she says that. Of course, it's less directed at the words themselves and the feeling behind them, the genuineness of her love and affection, of what they've built together.]

Stay with me-- [He interrupts himself to kiss her again. Twice.] Tonight.

[He would keep her quite possibly forever if he could. Especially so long as he felt this warm, this content, this loved around her. But it was perhaps a bit of a stretch to keep her for that long; he would need to be content with just for the night.]

[beariot]

Absolutely. [ Without hesitation. She might even indulge him for two, though that was probably a poor idea born from a love addled mine that was letting themselves float along on the ebb and flow of the afterglow. Either way, she'd share his bed, or wherever else he wanted her, that night, without doubt or concern. ]