Plotbunnies Eat My Brain!
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tanarillThe came back. Most of them. Looking like the morning after, after what was probably an heinous night before. They're kind of lazing about right now, but the pornrabbit is happy and apparently related to most of them and fussing over them.
The Heres Tanarill/RP crossover bunny woke up earlier to bite my brain. Apparently, it wanted to see Heres Tanarill being badass and Eska being . . . Eska. And Kwan being kinda freaked out by the fact that Eska is Eska. Anyway, I have no idea what's happening here, aside from the obvious, who they're fighting, why they're doing it amongst a bunch of jagged rocks, and why Lancer is there but not, as far as I can tell, Vlad.
Title: Behind the Strike
Fandom: Did we ever decide if the ASRP is actually in the DP, (C) Butch Hartman, Phandom anymore?
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Dan felt it, Lancer saw it, something clicked as Heres Tanarill and the demon in her heart and the angel in her mind and Eska all got behind the strike.
The force of the barrier shattering was an almost physical thing; the sonic shockwave that hit them instant later certainly was, and they’d all have been picked up and flung head over heels into the jagged rocks if Kwan and Lancer hadn’t been shielding them all. Even then, it was a near thing and both witches buckled and collapsed as soon as the shield could be safely dropped.
They looked up in time to see Heres Tanarill lean her weight, which was more than just physical, on Eska, and do–something. It was disturbing. Suddenly there didn’t seem to be the least bit of resistance and Eska slid home, with a grating crunch that meant she’d cut through bone.
And then Eska got to work.
Heres Tanarill, when she’d introduced him to the sword, had told Kwan to pray that he never had to watch Eska in action. He hadn’t understood it then; he did now. Eska was . . . unweaving the man’s soul, thread by thread, untangling the knots and snarls, pulling out the darker threads shot through it and the shining magical ones, and then remaking it. The dark tangles, she was ripping to shreds and scattering. She was drinking the magic. It was nauseating and frightening and Kwan watched it in horrified fascination. It wasn’t something he would attempt as he was but it was something that he knew he could do if he needed to.
That thought, true though it was, sickened him. He looked over at Lancer, and saw the same knowledge, and the same reaction, in the older witch’s eyes.
Eska finished. Heres Tanarill fed power through the drained sword, and pulled pack slowly. Healing a direct chest wound, a punctured lung at the least, as she did so. As soon as Eska was clear, the man collapsed forward, finally able to go comatose. Heres Tanarill caught him as he fell and lowered him to the ground.
“Is it over?” asked Dan.
She looked at him. “It’s never over, Dan,” she said, eyes dull with exhaustion. “But if what you’re asking is, are we done with him, then yeah. It’s over.”
My brain is an insane, insane place.
The Heres Tanarill/RP crossover bunny woke up earlier to bite my brain. Apparently, it wanted to see Heres Tanarill being badass and Eska being . . . Eska. And Kwan being kinda freaked out by the fact that Eska is Eska. Anyway, I have no idea what's happening here, aside from the obvious, who they're fighting, why they're doing it amongst a bunch of jagged rocks, and why Lancer is there but not, as far as I can tell, Vlad.
Title: Behind the Strike
Fandom: Did we ever decide if the ASRP is actually in the DP, (C) Butch Hartman, Phandom anymore?
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Dan felt it, Lancer saw it, something clicked as Heres Tanarill and the demon in her heart and the angel in her mind and Eska all got behind the strike.
The force of the barrier shattering was an almost physical thing; the sonic shockwave that hit them instant later certainly was, and they’d all have been picked up and flung head over heels into the jagged rocks if Kwan and Lancer hadn’t been shielding them all. Even then, it was a near thing and both witches buckled and collapsed as soon as the shield could be safely dropped.
They looked up in time to see Heres Tanarill lean her weight, which was more than just physical, on Eska, and do–something. It was disturbing. Suddenly there didn’t seem to be the least bit of resistance and Eska slid home, with a grating crunch that meant she’d cut through bone.
And then Eska got to work.
Heres Tanarill, when she’d introduced him to the sword, had told Kwan to pray that he never had to watch Eska in action. He hadn’t understood it then; he did now. Eska was . . . unweaving the man’s soul, thread by thread, untangling the knots and snarls, pulling out the darker threads shot through it and the shining magical ones, and then remaking it. The dark tangles, she was ripping to shreds and scattering. She was drinking the magic. It was nauseating and frightening and Kwan watched it in horrified fascination. It wasn’t something he would attempt as he was but it was something that he knew he could do if he needed to.
That thought, true though it was, sickened him. He looked over at Lancer, and saw the same knowledge, and the same reaction, in the older witch’s eyes.
Eska finished. Heres Tanarill fed power through the drained sword, and pulled pack slowly. Healing a direct chest wound, a punctured lung at the least, as she did so. As soon as Eska was clear, the man collapsed forward, finally able to go comatose. Heres Tanarill caught him as he fell and lowered him to the ground.
“Is it over?” asked Dan.
She looked at him. “It’s never over, Dan,” she said, eyes dull with exhaustion. “But if what you’re asking is, are we done with him, then yeah. It’s over.”
My brain is an insane, insane place.
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Date: 2007-02-18 12:50 am (UTC)Insanity is fun! And glad you got your bunnies back! ^_^