by muffinstud » Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:02 pm
(OOC: Kris, have you considered making the pictures a little smaller, and maybe side by side? Those of us with dial-up connections will thank you for it.)
"I don't really know much about your parents, Kris. All I know is that they could do things most people can't. You see, you are directly descended from vikings. Not just any vikings either, no. You are descended from great heroines of old. That medallion your parents gave you is a mark that was carried by your ancestors. Before they left, your parents made sure that I would take care of you and protect that medallion. With it, you will be able to channel the strength of your ancestors and make it your own."
The girl nods to Zander. "There is. I'm gonna watch a decent, clean cut movie to wash the taste of that last one out of my brain. What are you gonna do?"
"It seems the stars feel a connection between us as well," the woman coos. She places a hand on Tyler's thigh and winks.
As Matt tries to take a hold of the droplets, they each scoot out of his reach as if it were some kind of game.
Taylor finds a dining room, but everyone has left their table and is looking out the portholes.
The two people were betting on their game, but just looked at Mike oddly. "This table's taken, kid."
The girl shakes her head. "Yeah, let's try another. That was a weird song after all." She cycles through the songlist on the machine, having trouble deciding.
The shaking Hikaru felt was real, even if the two players pay him no mind.
Before he can make it below decks, Andy might notice the girls standing still, pointing at the starry droplets in the oddly darkened sky.
The kids who squirted Allen turn the corner again, and try to squirt the shining water in the air.
Bill stands in awe, shaking his head. "This is just impossible..."
The sky gets darker, dimming the light of sun and moon until the air is black as pitch. The only light comes from the shining drops of water hanging above the boat. They hover in place for a few seconds. Then, chaos ensues.
The droplets each shoot into the chests of all the passengers of the ship: the bartender, the kids, the old make-out couple, everyone. They pierce the metal of the ship to reach those below decks, leaving white hot holes gaping in their path. When a drop hits a person's body, it seemingly melts into the skin, leaving no trace of its entry. Kris finds that a few seem to bounce off his skin until an especially bright one finally makes it's way through.
(okay, transformation time! you can describe the tf yourself or hand the dirtywork over to me. your call.)
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker