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bottlecaplogs2026-02-15 10:13 am
telewarped) wrote in bottlecaplogs2026-02-15 10:13 am
[CLOSED] her cold voice sings a melody
Who: Shoka Sakurane, Eleanor Lamb
What: Bounty: Frightening Freeze
When: Mid-February
Where: Icefall Lake
Warnings: Hallucinations, mention of terrain hazards (avalanches, cave-ins, etc.)
While Shoka certainly isn't expecting to receive a warm welcome from Icefall Lake, the weather is even harsher than it was the last time she was here. That time, she had remarked that she'd never seen so much snow before in her life (or afterlife), but now gives her a new record. Though she's still able to glide over the surface of the snow the same way she did then, the biting chill of the wind feels almost deliberate in its malice—like it's trying very hard to sweep at least her disguise away, if not her entire self.
Despite all of that, they're making good progress. Carving a path through the snow is almost too easy, actually. Before long, they're at the base of the mountain.
"Hey—El!" she calls out. "You still with me?"
Her Brionne partner is still with her; she knows because when her shadow-tendril reaches out into the flurry, it easily finds contact with Eleanor's flipper.
(The brief brush prompts a flash of memory—a child walking hand-in-hand with her through a sunken city—along with an eerie feeling of déjà vu, but she says nothing to acknowledge it.)
"We need to go through there!" Shoka points a claw at the mouth of a cave looming ahead, half-blocked by a pile of snow. "Think you can burn us a path?"
What: Bounty: Frightening Freeze
When: Mid-February
Where: Icefall Lake
Warnings: Hallucinations, mention of terrain hazards (avalanches, cave-ins, etc.)
While Shoka certainly isn't expecting to receive a warm welcome from Icefall Lake, the weather is even harsher than it was the last time she was here. That time, she had remarked that she'd never seen so much snow before in her life (or afterlife), but now gives her a new record. Though she's still able to glide over the surface of the snow the same way she did then, the biting chill of the wind feels almost deliberate in its malice—like it's trying very hard to sweep at least her disguise away, if not her entire self.
Despite all of that, they're making good progress. Carving a path through the snow is almost too easy, actually. Before long, they're at the base of the mountain.
"Hey—El!" she calls out. "You still with me?"
Her Brionne partner is still with her; she knows because when her shadow-tendril reaches out into the flurry, it easily finds contact with Eleanor's flipper.
(The brief brush prompts a flash of memory—a child walking hand-in-hand with her through a sunken city—along with an eerie feeling of déjà vu, but she says nothing to acknowledge it.)
"We need to go through there!" Shoka points a claw at the mouth of a cave looming ahead, half-blocked by a pile of snow. "Think you can burn us a path?"
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She follows Shoka's point and nods. "It'll take me a minute, but it shouldn't be a problem." She glances back at her. Her antenna-like ears flutter in the battering wind, to say nothing of her frills being ruffled.
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With that ominous warning, an echo of things she mentioned to Eleanor before they started out, she stands back to let the conveniently fire-breathing Brionne do her work.
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Eleanor pushes forward through the snow and rears herself back on her tail to blow Flamethrower at the mound, melting it from the top-centre. Starting from the bottom seems like a surefire way to drown them both. She stops a moment, to catch her breath. "What do you mean, hear things I shouldn't?" She asks. "Like what?"
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"Like... voices of people who shouldn't be there. The way things echo in the caves can be sort of disorienting... and the last time I was here, I thought I heard Mightyena's voice. But she wasn't actually there."
Come to think of it, she never did figure out what that was all about...
"Just saying you can't always trust your senses out here. So we have to help each other out—make sure we both keep our heads screwed on right."
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Granted, it's far from the same. Eleanor had a much easier way of exerting control over a given situation, back home. Here it's more volatile, less malleable to her desired outcome. "Have you heard any other voices?"