(no subject)

[j-m-reeves.livejournal.com]

One moment, Jesse is in Des Moines, alone in the attic of a condemned townhouse. She'd heard of a supposed haunting and made her way over to investigate before the building was torn down. She's standing there in the attic, trying to reach out to something, anything, and suddenly there's a loud bang, a flash of white light that hurts her preternaturally sensitive eyes, and she falls some thirty feet to the ground to land amid a heap of rubble.

For a moment, she thinks that the demolition has happened ahead of schedule, but the other ruined buildings around her quickly put the lie to that idea. She frowns, and puts her head to one side, listening intently. There's no real sound of any human activity - certainly nothing like enough signs of life for what should be a bustling metropolis. Something is very, very wrong. And - she's hungry, for perhaps the third time in her entire existence as a vampire. She shouldn't be, she fed perhaps two months ago - but there is a pain in her gut as if her body is trying to eat itself. She must feed - and soon.

She focuses, and picks out the nearest human sounds, heading towards the person as quickly as she can. No-one will see her, she can move as fast as she needs to. She'll pump the person for information first, and then for blood.

(no subject)

[goodwillcasting.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the Mountains of what used to be Translyvania

A dark man stands in the courtyard of an ancient castle, dressed in clothes that are so out of style, they might actually be in fashion again. Behind him is a cage, holding another man, one Xander Harris, his face pressed against the bars, his muscles straining in an attempt to escape. And across from Dracula, is a witch in white, her long hair floating almost like a halo around her head.

"I want him back. Now." Wisps of energy play around Willows hands, magic readying itself.

"He is mine, to do with as I please. His mind belongs to me!" The Dark Master (bater) strikes a pose, his eyes flashing in anger.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, not anymore? Uhm, I only call one person Master now, and really, I just call her Mistress, and that's only on Tuesday nights, when she gets the mask and the leather and- I'm oversharing again, right?" At the resultant glares, Xander steps back from the bars, hands up. "Right, I'm just going to stand here and let you two duke it out, right? Right."

Dracula and Willow stand there for a long moment, glaring at each other, each bringing up what magics they have to offer. There is a horrible noise, a flash of light, and in an instant, one of them is reduced to nothing. But the other one, well, she's not here anymore.

"Uhm, Willow? Sweetie? I'm still locked in this cage...."

Shatterverse

 In a blinding flash of light, and a cachophany of magic, white witch Willow Harris is on the scene. Somewhere, different. England, maybe? No castle.

She turns in place, gazing around her. Dracula was destroyed, she knows it. But, this, now, this isn't where she should be. She should be with Xander. Closing her eyes, she concentrates. Shouldn't be too hard to find her husband, not with the connection they have. Ah! There we go, back in America. In... Kansas?

Willow pulls her power to her, and sends herself across space, a quick teleport to the closest location to her sweet husband. Hmm. Some kind of farm. "Xander?"


Or, anyone else.

(no subject)

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

Sylar is pensive.

He's also hanging around a Metropolis rooftop. Yes, that one.

At some point he has managed to procure a perrfectly serviceable black trenchcoat which prompts more nostalgia than he will ever admit, and now he's indulging in a good lurk.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph spotted Zuko heading into the building and promptly squeaked, flailed and ran to find Sokka -- only to remember that he and his twin-clone-other-self-thing still aren't back.

:(!

So now she's heading out towards the back fields on her motorbike in search of Mel, looking -- well, confused and anxious and like she has news that's possibly-good-but-probably-bad. (It does not occur to her that Mel knows more about the goings-on at the farm than she does, any more than it occurred to her that Mel really should have been the first person she ran to find, considering. Steph's a bit like that.)

Stoppable at any point. Or even after she's done a few laps of the farm and come back.


[Lots of warnings for slowtimes though. With uni and a new job starting together, I'm a bit low on free time.]

(no subject)

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She was going through katas today for practice, but there was definitely signs of a weight off her shoulders from recent troubles. Had a good sleep with no nightmares for once, and she's got someone in her life. Could be the start of something really good. Things hadn't been this positive in a long time, and maybe she can used to this place after all.

(no subject)

[cat-so-clever.livejournal.com]

One moment, Misto is walking down his street, tail held high. Then there is a loud bang, and a flash of light, and. . . this is not his street. has he been hit by a car, and is this the Heavyside Layer? Maybe so, maybe not.

But humans should make it all better. So he does what any cat would do in this circumstance.

He makes himself look small and piteous, and he cries.

(no subject)

[will_scarlett]

[OOS: In which nightmares lead to another type of excitement]

(OOC: Look OOS, I used it for the first time and warning for um sex.)