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Post by CUPCAKE on Jul 9, 2012 22:00:58 GMT -5
The streets of Scriptor Bay, for the most part, were empty. A lot of people were out at the masquerade held at the museum, and the clubs were jam packed tonight. There was a sort of chill in the air; not the kind of chill you get from it being cold. No, this was the sort of chill you felt when something was simply not right. Perhaps that was another reason why the streets were so barren. No one ever saw the man at the tree or the large bundle he carried. The man worked diligently to hang the bundle from the tree, using ropes to haul it up high enough for his guests to see it clearly. It was a difficult task, but one he took some amount of deep pride in. He covered the mass with a deep red sheet, hiding what was underneath. When he was finished he slid his mask back over his face, the elongated nose looking almost like a beak the way it hung low. He had thirty minutes until his guests were set to arrive, not that he intended to meet them once they got there. He made his way back to the museum, another large sack over his shoulder. It was time to start phase three of his message to the Guardians of Scriptor Bay.
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Post by BRANDON GARCIA on Jul 9, 2012 22:40:10 GMT -5
Brandon was still pissed about being forced to ditch his date. Jo had made it pretty damn clear that he was more than welcome to spend the night, but the man in the gold mask had ruined that for him. The mask still stood out in his mind and the way it covered the man’s whole face. He had just slipped behind Brandon, tapped him lightly on the shoulder while Jo was ordering them drinks, handed him the invitation, and he slipped away again. Before Brandon even had a chance to ask what the invitation was about, the man was gone. He looked it over with a furrowed brow, frowning as he did so, and the words bounced around in his head. “You have been chosen to witness a moment in history!” Chosen? Brandon? He wondered if this had anything to do with Mordecai’s announcement that they would be revealing themselves to the world.
That decision did not sit well with Brandon. He would love the chance to show his wings proudly, to fly whenever he chose to, but all of that came with a price. He didn’t want to be seen as a freak or a religious symbol. As long as he was a secret, he was safe from the judgments of other people. He could live his life quietly, fishing for a living, looking after his sister and spending time with Jo. Revealing what he was to the world made all of that so much more complicated. So then why had he been chosen to go to this thing at the tree? His sister cared much more for Guardian politics than he did. All he wanted was to get laid!
He pulled up to the part where the tree was located and left his Mustang in the parking lot, clicking his fob to lock it. The tree wasn’t far and it looked almost ominous at night. Tonight…it felt weird. Brandon didn’t like the vibration he felt in the air. The closer he got, the more he noticed whatever it was that was hanging from the tree, covered with a red sheet. He looked around, seeing no one else yet. He wandered in front of the hanging object, studying it and trying to figure out what it was. His hands went into his pockets as he stood before it, his brow furrowed. He didn’t want to touch it…but where was everybody? Was he the only Guardian that had been invited? Once more, his eyes wandered.
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Post by LIAM AVERY on Jul 9, 2012 22:40:29 GMT -5
Liam was still baffled by the invitations he and Flynn had received. Just as they were about to leave their new friends Marius and Abby to go dancing, a man in an elongated gold mask stopped before the couple and handed them two letters. They talked of a new beginning and witnessing a moment in history. Liam and Flynn had been chosen. How were they chosen? He could only assume they were chosen because of what they were. This had to have something to do with Mordecai and Robert’s decision to reveal their existence to the world. Neither Flynn nor Liam was very keen on that idea, but they would do what was asked of them. At least it gave Liam more of an excuse to be with Flynn. It was a gesture of camaraderie with the Gargoyles’ knew allies.
As they made their way to the Tree from the museum, Liam looked to Flynn, his hand clasped in hers gently. “This has to have something to do with the revelation,” he said quietly, his clear blue eyes on her pretty face. “Did you recognize that man?” Liam couldn’t see his face beneath the gold mask he wore, but he wondered if maybe Flynn had seen something he didn’t. The closer they came to the Tree, the more anxious he felt. There was an electric feeling the air and it only got stronger as they got closer. It gave him chills, and he wanted to hold Flynn closer to him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Why did he get the feeling like they were in danger in the place they had called their own?
As they walked up the path to the tree, Liam released Flynn’s hand and wrapped his arm protectively around her back, pulling her closer to him. There was a figure standing by the tree, inspecting something hanging from it, a deep red cloth covering whatever it was. The figure looked over, a man, seemingly young, and his eyes went wide. “Flynn!” He recognized Liam’s partner and she seemed to recognize him. The two men’s eyes met and the other man, Brandon, looked between them curiously. “Do you know what this is about?” Liam shook his head, assuming that this man was an Avisaille as well, from how he recognized the woman that he still kept close. “It might have something to do with this revelation Mordecai and Robert are talking about,” he suggested quietly, looking from Brandon to Flynn.
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Jul 9, 2012 23:14:48 GMT -5
They'd had a nice evening together, making new friends and drinking champagne it had been a wonderful night. When they'd been given invitations to witness a moment in history Flynn felt unsettled by it. She didn't think that it would have to do with their kind coming out in the open.. Mordecai wouldn't just come out so suddenly, he would be subtle and it would take time wouldn't it? Uncertain about whether it was going to be Mordecai or if it was something entirely different, maybe related to the ball, Flynn let Liam guide her towards the tree hand in hand.
"This has to have something to do with the revelation, did you recognize that man?" Flynn shook her head gently side to side in response to his question. "I couldn't see his face, but I'm hoping this is just something related to the ball.." Flynn had never known the museum do hold a ball and then have some of their guests go to the tree. Would there be more guests?
As they neared the tree she could see a figure standing around under the tree but that wasn't what had her attention, it was the red sheet that she saw draped over a part of the tree. But she didn't recall a branch that stuck out that low before, then again maybe it was just their current view. "Flynn!" The other man's voice startled her at first but then she knew the voice, a fellow Avisaille who she knew, "Brandon!" "Do you know what this is about?" She was going to ask him the same question, and Liam was the one who spoke about the revelation again.
Flynn heard scuffling and then the sound of a twig snapping behind them followed by a female's voice this time. "Gah! Branch!" That was a voice she knew well enough and looked over her shoulder to see the mess of curly red hair in the dark. "Claire?" She called out, now she really was confused. "Flynn?!" Something seemed wrong, and it was getting cold. "Where's Griffin?" The girl leaned into Liam, almost as if she was worried that if she let go of him he might walk closer to the tree and leave her standing there. "Probably halfway home by now. I got this invitation thing from somebody and before I could find out what it was he was gone. So I figured I might as well check it out." Flynn could see the girl shrugging. It was clear it wasn't museum related, then.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 9, 2012 23:28:27 GMT -5
The night had been going great! Awesome! SUPER DUPER FANTASTIC! Claire was rocking a boyfriend now, she was going to meet the parents and hopefully not make a fool of herself, she was doing AWESOME! They'd been dancing and everything had been going great until someone in a gold mask thought it would be a great idea to just CUT RIGHT THROUGH THEM WHILE THEY WERE DANCING. And even better, he'd slipped something in her hand when he'd done it! Nearly knocked her over when she'd been doing so well, slipped her what she thought was his number or something, and then he just disappeared into the crowd like it was nothing. When she'd opened it up and read it the invitation she was all sorts of confused. The museum wasn't having any kind of extra benefit thing or anything! She was going to just toss it but her curiosity got the best of her and she decided she might as well go and scope it out.
So there she was, walking through the park to the tree in a pair of brand new heels that she'd bought just for the ball and constantly missing the damn sidewalk and stepping in the grass, her heels sinking into the dirt because she couldn't see when the sidewalk curved! Maybe if the city would replace some of the lightbulbs in the lamps and if the moon was a little fuller she'd be able to see better, but not tonight! NOPE!
She hadn't been looking up, too concerned with stepping on something, and being so concerned that she ended up actually stepping on a twig that snapped under her foot and echoed, scaring her and making her jump back. "Gah! Branch!" She scolded the twig and pointed at it as if it knew exactly what it did the sneaky little thing.. "Claire?" Claire looked up with wild eyes and saw that she wasn't the only one there, and that she was much closer to the tree than she had thought she was. "Flynn?!" "Where's Griffin?" What was Flynn doing there, and who was that guy she was wi- ohhh it clicked. At least who the guy was. There was someone else there also but she didn't know who that was, but she walked closer to the three of them and looked up at the tree as she answered the girl who was Griffin's friend, "Probably halfway home by now. I got this invitation thing from somebody and before I could find out what it was he was gone. So I figured I might as well check it out." She shrugged and squinted at the dark fabric.
"What is that?"
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Post by CHECOTAH RAE on Jul 9, 2012 23:50:13 GMT -5
Cotah was still thinking about the man in the golden mask as he climbed into his old jeep. It was wired the way the man was simply there holding out an invitation to both Zane and him, never saying a word and never making eye contact. Cotah read his over several times, trying to figure out if the invitation was a joke or not. "You have been chosen to witness a moment in history!" Chosen? Why was he chose? As far as he could tell, he had done nothing special to get this invitation. Cotah then wondered if it had something to do with what he was. Maybe the invitations were for witch's only? That made more sense then anything else.
As he drove to the tree, he called his sister and asked if she had gotten a invitation tonight. She said no and asked him if had gotten on. Cotah told her he would be home later then he expected and hung up. The mans face, mask, kept flashing into his thoughts as he drove, and he tried desperately to recognized him. He thought back to the ball, if he had seen him on the floor. No. If he had served him that night. No, that mask sticks with you. If he had seen him before the party. Still no. He drove on still wondering.
Cotah started to feel a sense of wrong as he neared the center of town and debated if it would be better to turn around and ignore the invitation. But as he pulled in, his head lights lit up up the tree and three figures before he shut them off. He jumped down and shut the door as quietly as he could, fearing any loud noises would set off an unseen foe. Still quietly he made his way to the tree, the wrong feeling growing stronger with every step he took. Once he got close enough to the tree and the three figures who he could now see as two women and two men, he asked in a low voice. "Did y'all get an invitation?" Cotah looked and saw they were all staring at a large shape draped with a red. The shape seemed very ominous and made him take a few steps back, not wanting to be near it. "This feels wrong. Should we be here?" He asked with a scared tone.
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Post by zanedaggett on Jul 10, 2012 0:10:43 GMT -5
Zane looked at the invitation and felt even more annoyed that Noah had failed to show up. Why did his boyfriend have to care so much about getting dressed?! Zane pulled his phone out and looked seeing a missed call from Noah. Finally! He couldn't believe he missed the call. He moved away from the bar for a moment listened to his voicemail. Noah had taken a nap, overslept and woke up vomiting. He apologized profusely and begged Zane to call back, pleading for him not to be mad. Mad? Mad didn't describe it. How could Noah get sick on one of the most exciting nights of the year?!
No. He wasn't going to let this ruin his night, so when the guy in the gold mask slipped him an invitation for some sort of after party, he inwardly cheered, even if Cotah had gotten one also. whatever, Cotah was a hottie with a body even if he was a little shit.
Zane parked as close to the area as he would be walked to as he could, got out of his car and called Noah as he made his way to the tree. He told the boy not to worry and that he wasn't angry with him, though he was a little, and that he would come over with some chicken soup as soon as he could! Noah seemed satisfied and apologized a few more times before Zane cut him off.
Either this party was lame as hell or he showed up wicked early because it was only him, Cotah, two chicks and a couple of hot older dudes. He looked down at his invitation and then at his phone. It was 10:30. "Where the hell is everyone else?" He asked Cotah since he was the only person there he knew. Zane looked up at the tree. "What the hell's that about?" He asked, wrinkling his nose, taking a step closer. "What kind of lame ass party is this?"
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Post by CUPCAKE on Jul 10, 2012 0:24:29 GMT -5
The six guests had finally arrived, but their "host" was nowhere to be seen. It was simply the six of them and the mass on the tree, covered in a crimson sheet.
The time ticked by, minute after minute, and no sign of anything. It was close to eleven now and the leaves in the tree began to rustle as though a wind was whipping through them, but there was no wind to be felt.
"This is ridiculous." One of the people surrounding the tree said, moving forward to the sheet. "No one's coming." They said, grabbing the red sheet and ripping it down.
The scene that met the people was a gruesome one. A dark skinned man was hung from the tree, his arms out as if he were on a crucifix, only he was facing the tree, his back to the small group of bystanders. He wore no shirt, and his back was severely mutilated. Blood dripped down his body and the trunk of the tree.
Mordecai Deitrich had been murdered; his wings nowhere to be seen.
Back at the museum a figure stood on the roof, a sack in his arms. He reached his arm deep within, grabbing a fist full of the downy feathers that were nestled inside. He tossed a few handfuls to the ground below, watching as they flitted down to the earth, raining gently on the steps below. After the first few fistfuls he dumped the rest of the large, brown and black feathers, splattered with blood, off the roof. He watched as the people on the steps looked up with wonder, but he didn't stay long. Fearing being caught, the man disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.
OOC: Any of the characters at the tree can be the one to have spoken and revealed Mordecai's body. Simply write in your reply that they were the one to do so.
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Post by BRANDON GARCIA on Jul 10, 2012 0:53:58 GMT -5
Brandon watched the others approach. Flynn was another Avisaille who he had known for many, many years. If he remembered right, his sister Melanie and Flynn were very similar in their sweet dispositions. Her date, a man he didn’t recognize, seemed to be aware of the revelation. He was obviously a guardian, but he didn’t get a chance to ask what kind when a redheaded woman made her presence known by…scolding a stick. Flynn called her Claire and they talked about Griffin, another Avisaille he was familiar with. Brandon was trying to keep up with the names, but the others were showing up quickly. Two more young men showed up, one who seemed scared to be there, and the other who seemed to think this was some kind of after party. “I don’t think it’s a party,” Brandon commented, his eyes coming back to the crimson sheet. Where was the masked man? He couldn’t see him anywhere, not even with his excellent vision. It was eerie there in the park as they all stood around…waiting.
He couldn’t take the wait. He wanted to know what was under that damn sheet and get to Jo’s house. “This is ridiculous. No one’s coming,” he grumbled, stepping quickly to the sheet. Whatever was under there was obviously why they were here and he wasn’t going to wait for someone to show it to them. Brandon’s hand reached up and ripped the sheet down to be met by a horrifying sight. It was a man nailed to the tree, his back facing outward. Long gashes opened on his back almost as if…as if there had been wings. When Brandon’s initial shock wore off, he felt a surge of terror. “No…” he gasped, going forward and looking at the face. It was as he feared. “Mordecai!” he cried. His dark skin was cold and it was obvious that he had long since died. “Oh God…” He felt like he was going to be sick, but his anger took hold first. His hands went to the nails that held him there, pulling at them to get them out of the bark. Mordecai’s weight made it nearly impossible for him to wiggle the nails free, but still he tried.
Another set of hands, rough hands, took hold and yanked the nails free with some effort. It was Flynn’s date. Brandon caught Mordecai’s body and the man rushed to free the other hand. When at last Mordecai was slumped against Brandon, cold and lifeless, his blood smearing his suit, Brandon pulled him a little ways from the tree and knelt to the ground with his arms around his leader. He laid him beneath the branches, his eyes wide and brimming with inexplicable tears. They took his wings. The bastard who did this had stripped him of the one thing that made him different. It was those wings that made him an Avisaille. But even more tragic was how frail he looked in death without his beautiful wings. His strength was what made him their leader. Whoever had done this had stripped him of everything that made Mordecai Dietrich great. Brandon’s hand rested on his cold chest while another one went to his forehead in dismay. Who did this? And why? Why kill such a great man? Brandon wasn’t one for politics, but he had always admired Mordecai.
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Post by LIAM AVERY on Jul 10, 2012 1:08:52 GMT -5
Liam didn’t know how to react when Brandon started for the sheet. He wanted to know what was beneath it, but he didn’t want to piss anyone off by unveiling it before it was time. Brandon, evidently, didn’t feel the same. He stepped forward and unveiled…a gruesome sight. It was a man, dark-skinned, nailed to the tree. His back was ripped and bloody, and to Liam it looked like wings had been pulled from his back. It suddenly sparked that it was Mordecai Dietrich, the Avisaille leader, and his arms came around Flynn instinctively. He hardly registered her gasp and the way her hands came to her face, but he didn’t want her to see it. He wanted to hide her from the sight of her leader dead and crucified. He kept her tight against him, staring at the dead body with horror.
Brandon began to pull at the nails binding Mordecai to the tree, but he wasn’t strong enough and too distraught to dislodge them. Liam knew his Gargoyle strength would do more than Brandon could achieve. He let Flynn go, moving quickly to Brandon and prying at the nails. It took more effort than he thought, but he dislodged one nail and then moved to the other quickly. Mordecai didn’t deserve to be hung like that. He was an admirable man. Liam watched as Brandon dragged Mordecai’s body to the ground and he looked to Flynn once more. Without speaking, he went back to her, holding her close again and running his hand over her hair.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to her, wishing he could take the image from her mind. She was so sweet, so innocent; this had to be devastating for her. He didn’t know what he could do except hold her and comfort her. He hated the masked man for handing her that invitation. If he ever found him, he would hate himself for doing it too.
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Post by FLYNN YOUNG on Jul 10, 2012 1:38:42 GMT -5
Flynn didn't know what was going on, and the longer they stood around the more she grew weary. It was getting late and she needed to sleep. "This is ridiculous. No one's coming," she heard Brandon say growing tired of standing around as well and watched as he went and pulled the sheet down. When was unveiled though was nothing that Flynn could ever possibly imagine. It was dark but she could still see the outline of the body.. the way the hands were nailed to the trunk of the tree, the blood that was gliding down the dark skin, the marks.. Oh! Brandon said the name of their leader and her eyes went huge, a gasp escaping her and her hands instinctively going up to her mouth to keep from any other noise coming out.
She quickly turned her back to the mutilated body that belonged to their beloved leader Mordecai, burying her face into Liam's shoulder hoping that it would erase the image from her mind. But it was embedded there and even when she shut her eyes she could see it. She dared to look again and could see Brandon trying to get the man down. If she thought she could be any help she might go but it was Liam who acted before she could and went to assist Brandon. All she could do was stand there and watch them, watch as they lowered him gently into the grass at the foot of the tree.
Her face paled at the sight of him, a man who had not only been a leader but a friend. He had been mutilated in the worst possible way, stripped of his wings and his freedom. It was a crime of passion and she knew it had to be because he wanted them to be open and free.. he was fighting for them and this is what it brought them. It was what she had feared would happen to them as a species over time.
"I'm sorry," Flynn didn't even realize that Liam had came back and was holding her, jumping at his words and looking at him like she was going to break. She wanted to just cling to him for dear life but she couldn't.. not when their leader was lying there and she stepped away towards the body, going down onto her knees in the grass and getting a better look. Who could be so cruel?
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 10, 2012 1:54:32 GMT -5
Claire started to blow raspberries with pursed lips, standing around and waiting for something to happen. The sheet was creepy the way it hung on the tree, and it was getting cold! They'd been standing there for what seemed like forever, and she looked around at everyone else who was there. Some asian kid who looked bored, thinking this was some kind of lame after party. The impatient guy she didn't know who looked like he had somewhere more important to be, and then there was... no way! Her noisy downstairs neighbor! He was there too! She eyed him and thought about storming over to him and giving him a piece of her mind but before she could the impatient one spoke up. "This is ridiculous. No one's coming," Her eyes went to him and figured he was probably right. She should have just gone home and would have been relaxing in front of the TV with a pint of Ben & Jerry's in her favorite pajama shorts watching The Notebook for the umpteenth time.
When the man pulled down the sheet she blinked a few times like what was beneath it didn't register at first. Was it some kind of joke? But slowly she started to realize that it wasn't a joke but a badly cut up body! Her mouth went slack at first, then she pulled her bottom lip in and covered her mouth with her arm as she started to gag. What the hell?! She turned to the side and keeled over, dry heaving and coughing at the ground but nothing came out. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't eaten anything all day or else it would be all over the grass.
"Mordecai!" Mordecai?! "What?" Claire never saw what the Avisaille leader looked like but she knew his name. She'd heard Griffin say it a few times and even knew of the meetings that the leaders held. She knew all the names just none of the faces but Tabitha's. "Are you sure?" She asked softly but she figured it had to be him, which only meant that this guy was a Guardian. Were they all Guardians?! She knew Flynn was and even heard that the guy she was seeing was a Gargoyle but that was it. Was downstairs neighbor guy a freaking Guardian?! That didn't matter! No, there was a dead body hanging up on the tree!
The guy who had called out Mordecai's name started to pull at the nails that was holding the man up and the guy with Flynn went to help out. Claire just... she didn't know what to do with herself! Should she cry? Scream? Talk until she passed out?! Nothing seemed like a good idea at the moment! And that's when it dawned that they were out in public. This was a public display! What if more people had invitations and they just didn't show or were still on their way? Why were they chosen? Because they were Guardians? Fuck! She internally screamed and shook her head back and forth, having no clue what to do. She watched as the gargoyle went back to Flynn but Flynn didn't want to have any of it and the Avisaille girl went to sit beside her dead leader. Claire looked over at Flynn's date for a moment before she moved closer so she could get a better look. She was taking a risk in what she said next, but she figured everyone there had to know of the secret. If they didn't, they did now. "We can't let anybody see him. Don't we have to burn him? L-like the last one?" She gulped, recalling the avisaille bones that she'd helped hijack from the museum months ago. She felt like such a jerk saying that but it was true. Someone was bound to come by and see him and they were going to be the ones with blood on their hands.
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Post by CHECOTAH RAE on Jul 10, 2012 2:11:53 GMT -5
Cotah spun around when he herd another car pull up. It was Zane, and surprisingly Cotah was glad to see him. "Where the hell is everyone else?" He looked at him and shook his head. "I think this is everyone. It's already 10:30." He ignored his next two questions not having answers for them, and wondering the same things himself. For awhile they just stood there and Cotah started to think about how he could be home right now in his boxers watching Gone with the Wind eating. God was he hungry
The leaves started to rustle, as a wave of terror washed over him. He herd one of the men grumble about no one else coming, and turned to see him ripping down the sheet. Cotah tried to make a sound of protest, but all the came was the gargled sound of bile rising. He rushed over to the nearest bushes and wretched in waves, his body trying to unsee the sight. He was no longer hungry at least.
When the waves were over and his body calm, he stumbled to his car. He reached inside and took out a water bottle, first rinsing out his mouth and then take deep gulps. When his mouth felt clean and he was able to walk with out tripping over his feet, he slowly made his way back to the tree. Once he was a healthy distance away from the bloody body that was now in one of the mens lap, he slowly studied it, his stomach feeling kweezy again. The man was dead, that much was apparent, but his back was damaged severely. He edged closer. Where the mans back was bleeding, it looked like he was missing something. His mind went back to the stories his mother told him about men and women who had bird like wings. Avisaille. A million question raced into his head. Who is he? Are we all Guardians? What are we going to do? Call the police? But he just stood there frozen with terror and a upset stomach. Wondering what was going to happen.
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Post by zanedaggett on Jul 10, 2012 8:45:51 GMT -5
“I don’t think it’s a party,” Zane looked at the scruffy looking stud. He raised a brow at him; if it wasn't a party, why were they there? He'd gotten an invitation, which meant it had to be a party of some sort. What had it said? Come celebrate with us. Sure sounded like a party to him, but Zane didn't answer, hanging around close to Cotah and letting the time tick by.
What the hell was going on? They were all standing around like lawn ornaments, and Zane, as sexy as he was, didn't like to be some tree's lawn ornament. “This is ridiculous. No one’s coming,” The scruffy stud said and Zane nodded. "Seriously." He scoffed, rolling his eyes exasperated. How long were they expected to stand there all looking pretty? Even the girls looked hot, and Zane didn't even swing that way!
Scruffy went to the sheet and yanked it off, revealing something Zane had not been prepared for. The overwhelming consensus when it came to reactions was to look at it horrified and gag, or in Cotah's case vomit, but Zane stared in awe. He liked gory films. He'd seen enough to make this sight seem less taboo than it was. Sure, he'd never seen it for real, but he noted how legit the movies made things look since this was some pretty gruesome stuff. Fear was a stronger feeling than disgust, fearing his life more than anything. Not only was he risking death himself, but being blamed for this poor saps death! Was this some sort of joke?! Upon closer inspection he saw what the others had.
Something was missing. "Mordecai!" someone said and the pieces began to click in the young mans mind. Oh, shit! WINGS! His jaw dropped as he looked around, unsure what to do. "Maybe we should call the police?" He suggested, knowing that was sort of dumb since if he was a Guardian, the autopsy would be all sorts of fucking weird!
"We can't let anybody see him. Don't we have to burn him? L-like the last one?" The ginger said and his eyes widened. Like the LAST one!? "What do you mean the last one?!" He shot at her, looking at the body as the people looked sad and nervous. Not Zane, though. He actually thought all the blood was kind of cool.. "How many dead bird guys have you seen, lady?"
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Post by CUPCAKE on Jul 10, 2012 8:46:42 GMT -5
Once Mordecai was released from the tree the leaves grew still. All was quiet, but his blood soaked the trunk of the tree and pooled at its roots. A Guardian’s blood had been shed on sacred ground. The earth’s vibrations began small, a tiny tremor hardly noticeable. It soon grew stronger until the earth surrounding the tree shook violently, enough to knock a person down.
The crack that split up the tree made a loud snapping noise, the branches whipping around violently. Wind swirled around the tree carrying leaves and feathers that had blown from the museum, whipping through the hair of those that stood nearby, witnessing the miracle.
Suddenly it ceased; all growing calm and quiet.
The quiet didn’t last long though. From the crack came a strong force, a wind rushing outwards. It was visible, like a black smoke that lifted to the sky above, swirling dangerously as it went. The tree released smoke for nearly a minute before everything settled once more, and for a moment it was calm. The air suddenly grew cold and crisp, the clouds above rumbling dangerously with thunder.
A storm was definitely brewing.
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