Sweet Dreams (A Stealth Mission.) Maeve hasn't lived as long as she has without knowing the value of a strategic retreat. She even has a goal in this maze of a manor: the dining hall and the promise of making sense out of this clusterfuck. The night is rich with shrieks and combat--but that's elsewhere in the building. Here, in a hall with a staircase leading who-knew-where at the end, there's only a pair of figures jogging silently past the partially-open door of the small room (a spare parlor?) she'd taken refuge in. They're carrying guns. Looking for her and who knew who else. A sound startles her and she shifts, swearing under her breath, hand going to the charms braided into her hair. To make it to the dining hall and regroup, she needed stealth--but that could mean either no one saw her, or no one was left to see her. Someone in the darkness? Holding her breath, she slinks toward the shadow.
Morning After (an attempted assassination) OOC: This is a prompt where we handwave our first meeting as saving each other from the Hunter's Guild the night before during the chaos and then running off before introductions. Waiting her turn for someone with medical knowledge to get to her, Maeve feels the urgency of the night past slough from her shoulders to be replaced by the pain of her smoke-damaged lungs and the striped burns running down her arms. She's tapped out, had had to come back to the Queen's residence and the Healers even if Old Town still needed her. Sitting and breathing was great. Peachy. She could do it all day. A familiar face catches her eye, however, and she turns a wry smile on them. "Hey," she rasps, throat dry. "Glad to see you survived the night."
Hope's An Ember -- A Rescue (Influence Prompt) Back out in the ash and rubble, Maeve is hunting heartbeats. She feels about as hazy and red as the sky, her eyes bloodshot and her lungs full of shit. But 'taking it easy' isn't an option, and she has skills she can use to help her find the living trapped under rubble. If there are any. She dangles a bronze charm, her hollyhock kenned from strange echoes to pulse when it found nearby 'life in the wake of flames', out in front of her at arm's length. Her other hand rests on her lower ribs, kenning that pulse with her compass tattoo to help her seek. Her eyes closed, her heart leaps and her directional sense goes crazy. Someone close--and moving too rapidly to be one of the missing she sought. Damn. She opens her eyes and lifts her hand from her tattoo--might as well rest for a moment so she can use her too-swiftly draining Tiger Eye again later. The living person she'd sensed is closer than she'd expected despite the tattoo. "Threw me off," she scolds. "You need something?"
Wildcard~ HMU at OOC event plotter if you want to sort out a wildcard. I have a few other prompts I'm interested in that I didn't included starters for. I will match brackets or prose. :)
Maeve Echokenner | Original Character | OTA
Maeve hasn't lived as long as she has without knowing the value of a strategic retreat. She even has a goal in this maze of a manor: the dining hall and the promise of making sense out of this clusterfuck. The night is rich with shrieks and combat--but that's elsewhere in the building. Here, in a hall with a staircase leading who-knew-where at the end, there's only a pair of figures jogging silently past the partially-open door of the small room (a spare parlor?) she'd taken refuge in. They're carrying guns. Looking for her and who knew who else.
A sound startles her and she shifts, swearing under her breath, hand going to the charms braided into her hair. To make it to the dining hall and regroup, she needed stealth--but that could mean either no one saw her, or no one was left to see her.
Someone in the darkness? Holding her breath, she slinks toward the shadow.
Morning After (an attempted assassination)
OOC: This is a prompt where we handwave our first meeting as saving each other from the Hunter's Guild the night before during the chaos and then running off before introductions.
Waiting her turn for someone with medical knowledge to get to her, Maeve feels the urgency of the night past slough from her shoulders to be replaced by the pain of her smoke-damaged lungs and the striped burns running down her arms. She's tapped out, had had to come back to the Queen's residence and the Healers even if Old Town still needed her. Sitting and breathing was great. Peachy. She could do it all day.
A familiar face catches her eye, however, and she turns a wry smile on them. "Hey," she rasps, throat dry. "Glad to see you survived the night."
Hope's An Ember -- A Rescue (Influence Prompt)
Back out in the ash and rubble, Maeve is hunting heartbeats. She feels about as hazy and red as the sky, her eyes bloodshot and her lungs full of shit. But 'taking it easy' isn't an option, and she has skills she can use to help her find the living trapped under rubble. If there are any. She dangles a bronze charm, her hollyhock kenned from strange echoes to pulse when it found nearby 'life in the wake of flames', out in front of her at arm's length. Her other hand rests on her lower ribs, kenning that pulse with her compass tattoo to help her seek.
Her eyes closed, her heart leaps and her directional sense goes crazy. Someone close--and moving too rapidly to be one of the missing she sought. Damn.
She opens her eyes and lifts her hand from her tattoo--might as well rest for a moment so she can use her too-swiftly draining Tiger Eye again later. The living person she'd sensed is closer than she'd expected despite the tattoo.
"Threw me off," she scolds. "You need something?"
Wildcard~ HMU at OOC event plotter if you want to sort out a wildcard. I have a few other prompts I'm interested in that I didn't included starters for. I will match brackets or prose. :)