Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin.

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: The City
What: Bad Blood causes cruorvore frenzy
Where: Mostly Mafaton
When: Nighttime
Notes: Everybody is welcome, please coordinate in OOC post. If you wish to make your own post, that is fine too.
Warnings:There may be gore.

This delivery of blood has been a long time coming. It's been the talk of Mafaton. A lot of people - cruorvores and curious civilians alike - have gathered around the set-up which is not unlike an outdoors soup kitchen.

The troubles do not start right away. Hours pass before anyone realizes something is amiss, and then everything goes wrong. Howls and wordless cries of terror echo between the walls of the neighbourhood. A woman shouts for the blood giving to be shut down, that there is something wrong. The crowd begin to panic.

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[wandandsickle]

The temperature where Rosa was a moment ago has dropped about forty degrees—if she would just hold still and stop chasing Brie—

...well, there's a solution to that. It's not really one she likes, but she'll take it.

Jones takes a moment, shuffling through the things on the nearby side-table—she's not breaking her best teacups—before grabbing a particularly heavy book (And Understanding of Fate, borrowed from the library) and throwing it at Rosa's head. "Hey! You!"

[i-investigate.livejournal.com]

Well, she certainly stops chasing Brie.

Hearing Jones' voice, Rosa turns just in time to get clobbered in the face with the book. She makes a startled noise, which turns immediately into a growl, and lunges for Jones.

[rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com]

Brie was already sharpening the end of the spoon with a knife when Jones yelled out and Rosa turned around. She knew Jones was doing something, this entire apartment was quickly dropping in temperature. But she was ready to slam her makeshift stake into Rosa if things got out of hand.

Brie also felt a bit lightheaded, but she ignored it.

[wandandsickle]

Shit shit shit shit--she takes a half-conscious step backward, even as she tries to reassure herself that she knows what she's doing. Because even as her fingers trace the shape of the spell, weave it like cloth, she doesn't have enough time. She's underestimated Rosa's speed, but if she moves out of the way she'll lose the spell.

Well, hopefully Rosa won't be able to kill her before she can finish the spell, anyway. It feels like winter in the sitting room. Air to water, water to ice...

[i-investigate.livejournal.com]

And then Rosa gets close enough to attack her.

It's not particularly graceful -- she's moving fast enough that instead of grabbing Jones she slams solidly into into her, snapping at her throat.

[rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com]

The butt end of the spoon was halfway done now, and Brie would have blasted through another pint of blood had she suddenly not felt extremely lightheaded.

Ten seconds later she was done, but wooesy.

"Rosa. NOOOOO," she yelled, realizing what had happened. And in her shock, Brie dropped into obfuscated and out of sight, and she took her wooden spoon with her, making her way back to the living room.

[wandandsickle]

She expected it to hurt, and it does, but the panic doesn't come—it actually feels so nice after a moment that she almost forgets that oh god this is not good I need to do something. Though she's never been much of a physical fighter; she scrabbles and flails against Rosa, attempting to push her away with the hand she's not using to cast.

The spell finally starts to settle into place; the floor at her feet freezes over, and ice grows up around Rosa's legs and the legs of the chair that Jones has fallen backwards into.