Ingress of the House of Arch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smallestopener) wrote2010-05-09 12:38 am
smallestopener) wrote2010-05-09 12:38 am
Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
Ingress had a brilliant birthday. She’s eleven. Eleven is nearly grown up! It’s also the year when children in the stories she’s read come into their own. Adventures begin, schooling starts, worlds are saved… she can hardly wait to see what will happen next.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Re: Not all is as it seems
Elle's long hair flashes in the bright blue light she casts up into the sky. She doesn't slow, or hesitate, not even as sparks snap at her shoulders and the bats swipe too close for comfort.
A particularly strong surge of electricity lights up Elle's face. She smiles at Ingress.
It's not an entirely pleasant smile.
"And really -"
She turns at the sound of an incoming creature, striking it head on with another arc. It also shrieks, and falls aside.
"It's not as hard as it looks."
Re: Not all is as it seems
It's beautiful, Elle's power and how she uses it. She wonders if she knows.
When Ingress faces the water again, several bat monsters block her path, hovering and chittering with rolling eyes and red maws.
Her sword is gone. She sees Mr Julia waving a tentacle protectively in the air. Behind it, a large purple butterfly wobbles in the night sky, its curly eyelashes batting rapidly in the face of the giant bat monster bearing down.
Oh, no. If the giant monster gets the butterfly, she'll never find Megwyn. But the monsters before her are terrifying, and she has no sword.
She feels for her slingshot, for her crossbow, for anything to help her. She only has a dagger in her boot, but it's a tiny tool in the face of the wall of horrors before her. It will have to do.
Re: Not all is as it seems
It just depends on how you apply it to a given situation.
With a hoarse scream, one of the creatures lurches in mid-air and drops writhing to the ground, sending the others into a brief flurry. From the other side, Havelock emerges from the shadows far enough from Ingress that the creatures have to split their attention or ignore one of them.
One hand calmly indicates for Ingress to raise her dagger as he draws out a small hand-sized device, flicks off the safety catch, and fires at a second.
As it turns out, a good flanking manouvre and a concealed horsebow are a pretty good tool, too.
Re: Not all is as it seems
Ingress wields the dagger, slashing at the wall of beasts before her. Some have gone after Havelock, and her other friends, she reckons, but there are still plenty before her.
Before too long, she closes her eyes with each thrust of her blade. Her wrist hurts, and the black blood from the monsters coats her arms and splatters her face. They are no longer puffing into smoke as she kills them; their bodies flail messily about her.
It's horrible. Horrible. She wants to wake up. She can't do this. She can't save anyone.
Re: Not all is as it seems
River's voice is gentle; somehow, it manages to carry over the shrieks and thuds and squelches anyway.
Black blood has spattered River's pink dress, streaked down her arms and legs and clotted in her hair. Whether there's red blood there too is hard to see in the shadows, but River's still moving swift and tireless. Somewhere she's acquired weapons, a ragged sword and a one-hand axe, and in spite of the mess her grip on them never slips as she spins and kicks and slices. There's a moment, now, when she kicks out high behind her, that her eyes meet Ingress's, and she smiles, small and sweet.
"Do the job, mèimei. What needs doing."
Re: Not all is as it seems
Mr. Julia is barely keeping the giant bat monster away from the purple butterfly, which is losing altitude. This battle is close to shore, but high in the air. How can she do this job?
She sets down the bloody sword and takes her slingshot out, and a steel ball from her pocket. She aims and fires.
The ball plops into the water after arcing up and out over the lake. It was a fine shot. A slingshot simply does not have the lift to hit the monster in the air.
Ingress frowns. Oh no.
Re: Not all is as it seems
"Balls," she says, ducking under a clawed limb, "are overrated as a combat necessity."
There's a hot pink crossbow in her other hand; then there isn't anymore, because it's flying through the air toward Ingress. "You have weapons."
Re: Not all is as it seems
"Thanks!" she calls out to her.
Wow, Buffy has a cool weapon. She wishes she had time to watch her in action.
Ingress turns to the task at hand. She pulls back the bolt, aims, but - just before she fires - the bat monster dodges past Mr. Julia's tentacles.
She lets the bolt fly, and it strikes the bat monster in the eye. It's not soon enough. The bat monster's talons descend upon the butterfly, clutching hold and shaking it in its grip.
The butterfly tears apart and bursts into a hundred fluttering pieces. Ingress covers her eyes as the bat monster plummets into the lake. She wasn't in time. This is terrible.
When she opens them again, the lake is quiet. Mr. Julia is gone; he's back under the water, hopefully. There are hundreds of small purple butterflies hovering around her.
Maybe not all is as it seems. Maybe she didn't fail.
Even if she was successful, she doesn't want to stay here. It's dark, and she's cold, and she can't see anyone. The butterflies flutter off into the direction of the forest. Ingress plods after them. She's so tired.
Re: Not all is as it seems
Does it double?
Triple?
The air, at least, has grown incrementally warmer, and the smell of honeysuckle and violets fills the air.
"Be welcome, Opener," says the Lion, voice deep and rumbling and warm, mane flashing tawny-gold in the ever-increasing light.
"Though you shall not linger here overlong."
The next time pays for all.
But that, of course, is another story, and shall be told another time.
Here and now --
Re: Not all is as it seems
She runs again, laughing, into the light, and when she opens her eyes, the clean, sunlit green of a forest rises about her.
She hasn't long to go now.