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EVENT LOG: LOSE YOUR SOUL
EVENT LOG:
LOSE YOUR SOUL
characters: everyone.
location: bonfire square, around town.
date/time: october 30-31.
content: the spirits stage a play! and then the thefts begin...
warnings: none. just mischief.
you're gonna lose your soul tonight, tonight
It's probably something you're used to by now: waking up to some new, strange thing suddenly appearing somewhere around town. This time it's a ramshackle stage sitting prominently in the center of the square. It's complete with benches and a haggard-looking red curtain, and it's clear by the amount of forest spirits milling and fussing around it that they're the ones responsible. For most of the day, the spirits seem concerned only with attracting as many people as possible, trying to herd them into the seats. But as the moon rises, the performance finally begins.
There's an awkward shuffling behind the curtain before it lifts, revealing a very crude set made of actual branches used as trees. Various pieces of junk have been shined up and stuck to the back wall to serve as the night sky. In the midst of it all stand several spirits holding very small torches taken from the Bonfire. Sticks, really, placed inside empty cans with holes punched in them and rusted wires for handles. These spirits wave their "lanterns" about for the benefit of the audience before miming the act of walking across the stage without actually going anywhere. From somewhere above them, a pair of long arms descends to shake the "trees" on either side; seems the Postmaster General wanted to lend their talents to the cause.
The protagonists of this pantomime talk amongst themselves, in the chirps, hoots, and whistles that make up their language. They motion to one another, pointing at things and conferring before finally nodding and, apparently, continuing on whatever "journey" they're supposed to be on. This goes on for a few minutes before another set of players enter the stage— or at least reveal themselves.
Perhaps a few eagle-eyed viewers have spotted them already, but the second group of spirits pops out of the set itself. One detaches itself from a "tree", one drops from the poorly-painted sky, and two more emerge from where they've been hiding behind the foliage. These spirits are holding prop lanterns, too, though theirs are shielded, giving off very little light. But their most notable feature is that they're wearing animal masks; a deer, a fox, a raccoon, and a rabbit for the tallest one. These aren't the masks that make up their faces, they're extras, seemingly tied on over their own.
As the second group jumps up, the first reacts with emphatic shock, and then a brief scuffle ensues. In the chaos, the animal-masked spirits make off with the others' lanterns, dashing away and off the stage. The original few begin to wail, to writhe, to clutch at their throats, and then, ultimately, to fall very over-dramatically to the floor. Other spirits sneak out to drag them out of view, but that isn't quite the end of the performance.
A spirit dressed in a cloak and garish feathers stomps onto the stage with a wooden beak affixed to its face. In one hand it holds a full-sized torch as it waves its fake wing-arms around and tries to squawk. Suddenly, the masked— double masked? spirits arrive again, grabbing the feathered creature, snatching the torch, and tossing the poor feathered spirit to the ground. Victorious, they hoot loudly, and then rush offstage once more. (Probably to return those torches before Rastus has a fit.)
Finally, the Postmaster General, done with their role as the entire set, unfurls a banner from the eaves. Clearly courtesy of the Librarian, it reads, in smeared black paint: BWAR FIRE SNACTHERS!!! with two X-ed out bonfires on either side.
And... that's it, apparently. The forest spirits all gather back on stage to bow before starting to dismantle the set. But their strange cautionary tale isn't over, oh no. It's time for a more personal demonstration. They've got to send home the message. Literally.
Throughout the night and the following day, things start to go missing. Perhaps even out of their owner's hands. Chase the spirits down for your stuff, hold someone else's things for ransom, or just break down and cry in your room because life is unfair— the choice is yours! Just let this be a reminder to heed what the spirits said: beware the Fire Snatchers.
Whatever those are.
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"One sister. Cassandra." A smile tries to work its way across her lips but it doesn't sit easily. Allie refocusing her gaze on the water as if its stillness will influence her. "We were best friends. She wasn't just my sister. She was... everything I ever wanted to be." There's no trace of jealousy, however, as she speaks but rather something closer to awe.
"She was smart and confident and beautiful and kind." A half-smile finally tugs at the corner of her mouth, the creases of anxiety smoothing out. "An overachieving know-it-all who was infuriatingly good at everything she ever did." Of course, they fought. They were sisters. There were some days when Allie wished that Cassandra would screw up just so she didn't have to feel like she could never measure up to anything she did and yet she was always her most vocal supporter. No matter how hard it got, no matter how pissed off she felt, no matter how long of a shadow Cassandra cast. Allie had always been there.
For one sweet moment, there's an aura of happiness that surrounds her as she conjures the image of her sister, but just as quickly it melts away. Sorrow and anger clashing with each other as the lines return to her forehead and Allie's gaze dips to her feet. Her arm wrapping tighter around her body.
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The past tense isn't lost on Kol. Either Allie has quietly come to acknowledging she's dead with the high possibility no hope of returning to the land of the living or her sister Cassandra died long before Allie did. Briefly, he wonders if his family ever spoke about him in the past tense.
"And you miss her," he surmises it kindly. He can and can't relate—sometimes Kol finds himself desperately missing his family and sometimes he finds he doesn't. It's easier to pretend. Even he likes to kid himself into thinking his family is better than it is. "There's nothing really wrong with being who you are. She might've wanted to be like you."
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"Every day." She says it simply, like it's a part of being that she accepts now. That missing Cassandra is a naturally a part of her as breathing. She misses her in Beacon perhaps more than ever because she could finally stop long enough to truly feel her absence. She no longer had to be an out of her depth teenager trying to save people she'd known her whole life from their own fear and stupidity. Now she's just the girl whose sister had died and to most people here? She wasn't known as that.
The soft sound of laughter spills past her lips. Allie shaking her head as if to dismiss the idea but she thinks about it for a moment, her brow furrowing with thought and has to concede it's not the craziest thing she's ever heard. "Maybe?" Lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "Her life would have been easier I guess." But the very things that made Cassandra's life harder were the things that made her who she was. She'd never have been the kind of person who could sit back and allow others to make the tough decisions. If she had been, she'd still be alive.
"I can't find the necklace she gave me." Finally providing the context to why she's out here. Why this moment out of the thousand of moments since her death is the one that's too much. She knows it's just a necklace, that it doesn't erase the memories she has of her sister but it still feels like a piece of Cassandra has been taken from her. A piece that can't be eroded by distance or time.
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What would he do if he lost something from one of his siblings? Although Kol can hardly remember the last time any of them gave him something, he knows he'd be upset if someone took the book Rebekah bought him one Christmas or the stupid toy Nik had given him when they were kids. He'd do anything to get them back—even wreck the world.
It doesn't seem like Allie has chosen to wreck the world for it. Instead, it looks like she's just chosen to go to the beach to inform it of how she secretly feels—quite possibly not strong if he's to assume anything.
He looks down, but it's not necessarily in an effort to give her privacy. Perhaps he's seen it! (He hasn't.) "What does it look like?"
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Not strong isn't too far from the truth. Not as strong as she feels she needs to be anyway. Not sure at all of what she's doing and feeling like she should be. Wishing that Cassandra were here because she was sure she'd magically have all the answers but after six months of trying to walk in her shoes? Allie should have known better. Allie hadn't been the only one faking it.
A soft huff of something close to laughter escapes, Allie giving an infinitesimal shake of her head.
"It's a - gold star." In true Cassandra fashion, she'd given her the gift with a pep talk, attributing meaning to a pendant that at the end of the day, was just a stupid pendant. It had never meant all that much to her, even if she'd worn it every day but after Cassandra had died after Allie had stepped up in New Ham? It had felt like a good luck charm. Silly given she'd been wearing it when she'd died. "It's just a necklace. It's not even worth all that much... but it's the one piece of her that I can still see every day."
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Alright, let's add that to his very short list of items that have gone missing—either in the hands of spirits or in the paws of something else. It sits second on his list of priorities—if he doesn't find the Librarian's rock, then that means he might not receive the Librarian's or Postmaster General's assistance in finding a missing necklace.
Clapping his hands together once, Kol's suddenly a whirlwind of energy. He has something rather exciting to do—and something that he genuinely wants to partake in. He thought since being resurrected he'd feel sluggish and unmotivated, but ever since coming to Beacon, all Kol wants to do is be on the move, help people, and stick his nose where it wasn't originally invited.
Looking behind them to where the town lays, he's reinvigorated. "Alright, well, I'm off. I'll go tear down the town for it." He says it a little too casually and easily, almost like he's bidding her farewell to go join another exciting game of Capture the Flag.
Does Kol enjoy razing towns? Yes. Does this mean Kol will raze Beacon? Yes.
While his family speaks in hyperbole, Kol isn't a liar.
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The sudden shift in his demeanor has her straightening, any traces of sorrow that remain slipping away with her surprise. Allie eyeing him curiously as the tight ball in her chest begins to unravel.
"What?" It almost sounds like a bubble of laughter rises up with that word, her eyes drying up despite the traces of tears that remain. She'd been afraid of allowing herself to feel the loss of her sister, scared that if she leaned into it there'd be no clawing her way back again. That the sorrow she'd been avoiding would swallow her whole. Perhaps it would have, if she'd been back in New Ham, but Beacon had something that New Ham didn't and right now she was looking at him like he may have lost his mind.
"Just like that?" Her once tentative smile growing wider. "All in a days work?"
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Chasing people through the hallways of a mansion to corner them in the inevitable attic had always been fun, but most of the time, it'd barely even broken an hour. Although Kol sometimes suffers from a short attention span, even he enjoys a bigger challenge. A better hunt—that's what he's been craving. While he may have curbed his blood cravings with a healthy supply of blood bags, he's found nothing to scratch his other itch.
He has to forcefully remind himself not to think of those things. While they're of the past—and hopefully very much not him anymore—it doesn't help with the matter at hand. He wants to be better. In order to achieve that, he needs to have people around him who think he's at his best—and Allie's one of those people.
Looking at Allie, he purses his lips for a moment. With a smile, he says, "You don't believe me? My sister hid one of my favourite books, so I tore up the house until I found it. Left quite a mess in my wake, but something as important as that deserves to be searched for."
Never mind that his revenge didn't even start there.