Post by spitfire on Mar 2, 2010 7:00:41 GMT -5
Christian Harper
is in an undisclosed location
says to ALL: -
"Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty two..........Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty three"...You can only reveiw your life so many times, until it all starts to blend together and et rather tedious. For Christian..he hit that point 200 years ago, and nw that he was on year four hundred. he had just about run out of things to think about. He couldn't move, couldn't see..but he could count. He was good at counting.-
-It was impossible to measure time when you are buried six feet underground in a small graveyard somewhere in Scotland, but since he had managed to count so damn high. he figured he had been here for awhile. Another 400 years of this darkness and he would go insane. But there really wasn't much he could do about it so he tried not to let it phase him. "Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty four"
Kendra MacGregor
is walking one of the trails crisscrossing MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
six hundred and twenty two, six hundred and twenty three, six hundred and twenty four..,
she counted aloud as she trudged through the snow at the back of the keep, Faolan bounding behind her, powdery snow flying everytime he landed belly first in the thick, cold blanket only to shake it off and do it all over again.
There was so much to explore, so much to reacquaint herself with and today, she had slipped out the back door and headed towards the copse of trees and the old family graveyard that lay hidden there.
The heavy cloak, gloves and wolfskin boots kept her warm enough, the fresh air cleared her thoughts, the exercise kept her fit. Though none of it kept the darker thoughts at bay, thus the counting. Something to think about without truly thinking.
six hundred and twenty five..six hundred..oooh..here we are.., she stopped at the edge of the trees and fell into a crouch, cupping her hands to her mouth and blowing into them, then one absentmindedly lowering to scratch Faolan behind one ear as her gaze flitted over the old, and not so old, tombs, stone statues and crosses weathered with time.
Christian Harper
is in an undisclosed location
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-four hundred years ago he was just an average guy that did average things with his average family. He was your usual run of the mill Homicide detective, Bred and grown in D.C., and was only in Scotland for vacation. That old woman had warned him not to touch the standing stones..but nooo. He just couldn't be bothered to listen. What did his wife and kid think? did they think he was kidnapped? did they think he just ran off and left them? he had no way of finding out, and the worms were not much help in his musings-
-Scotlad..during the 1000's was not a forgiving place, specially to those that were deamed "diffrent" It took only two days for the people to decide he was some kind of demon, and to throw him into an unmarked Grave and bury him alive..He could still see the looks of hatred as he peered up from the bottom of the grave, and dirt was shoveled onto him. Never had he thouht he would pray to god for a lawyer-
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
The 12th century was too early for grave markings as we know them, individual stone slabs that mark a person's final resting place. Usually twas no more than crude crosses, used as a sign of death long before the christians came along, that were used to do so. Here, in the MacGregor family plot, only a few were still to be found, memory and parchment are what ensured the knowledge to be passed down. Not that Kendra needed a sheet of vellum to tell her where her mother was buried. She'd spent too many hours sitting by the grave site to not remember.\line\line Her eyes were drawn to the statue of Cailleach at the far end of the small clearing, the winter goddess and mother of all deities. The carved face of an old woman looked indulgently upon her lost children, guarding them and shielding them under her cloak, the stone crow on her shoulder looking to the skies, the staff in her hand steadying her. Kendra had found many hours of peace under her watchful grave and still now, years later she felt it infuse her in the quietness of the winter's day.
A breath was taken, Faolan leaving her side to scamper about as slowly rose and walked to a spot right below the crone statue's feet when she sank down again and started brushing away the snow over her mother's grave.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
"Four trillion..or was it five...fuck I lost count" He sighed inwardly. In the long run he supposed it didn;t really matter, he would just start over from one. But before he did, he cursed the darkness for the umpteenth million time..maybe he should start counting how many times he did that-
-He hoped that his family was alright, and also wondered wh he was still alive..and what he could possibly have done to deserve this kind of fate. Had he angered the powers that be so much that they wouldnt even let him die as he layed buried alive? or maybe he was dead, and there simply was..darkness-
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
She felt a knew kinship with the mother she'd never met now that she had spent time learning about Kalyna Elissandril and living with her family. Kendra's family. Kneeling in the snow Kendra tugged the hood from her hair, the gloves from her hands and scrapped the rest of the ice and snow away with bare hands only to find not dry, brown, flattened grass but disturbed earth. Kendra frowned, scooted back and brushed more snow away...and more yet.
it' a bheil i? (where is she?). Her hands were moving frantically now. Though there was still a mound of earth between them, Kendra instinctively knew that the grave was empty. As hollow as she herself was starting to feel the more she uncovered the disturbed burial ground. Her head was shaking from side to side, her breath coming in spurts as she moved to another grave and move the snow, to find it intact. And then to another, and another, her senses surging outward to try and find Kalyna.
D'e a tha seo? (what is this?) no other graves have been turned over, no other graves were empty she realised as she dug beneath the snow, echoes of spirits and old bones felt as well as any living person.\line\line Confusion reigned, slow anger burned and the little black wolf appeared by her side, whining at her distress. Kendra pounded the ground with her fist and leaned over her growing belly to rest her forehead against her hand, eyes closing as she tried to make her mind work, tried to make sense of it all.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.:
-he was letting his mind wander, not yet feeling up to the task of counting agan, when he felt..something, some kind of..pressure against his mind. He tried to shake it off but it persisted, and he tried grasping at the contact, tried to solidify it in his mind, but the more he reached for it the more he chased it away until it was gone again-
Kendra MacGregor
says to Christian Harper:
Kendra felt the tug, Faolan whined and the witch's head lifted, eyes shimmering lightly. She looked to the wolf in confusion then to the ground she was kneeling on, lowering her head again to press an ear to it as if she would hear ghostly answers. She focused her senses downward, sweeping directly under her, startling at what she felt that and scrambling back on her heels, a hand pressed to her pounding heart, Faolan yipping frantically.
A moment or two to regain her bearings, to catch her breath and she slipped back to her knees, hands already working at the sod, a grunt of frustration leaving her lips as fingers hit frozen earth. A small, crudely made wooden shovel appeared and she hit the soil a few times with the dull edge, her frustration growing, a low, feral sounding ground from her making Faolan stand on alert.
Kendra shoved to her feet and moved back, eyes turning that eery, irridescent violet as magic gathered to her, the air thickening with it, the earth shifting beneath her feet. She had to be careful, precise because if what she felt down there was right, the whole thing could collapse inward and just hinder her process.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
He felt the sudden onrush of warmth suffusing his body, spreadin to his fingertips, and toes..it was like..hope. Started to bleed into him again. Then he felt it..the prickling of magic like ands crawling over his skin marching through his body. He had no idea what it meant, it could be the end..it could be his body giving out..or..he dared to hope..it was something that would lead to his freedom from this black prison. Whatever it was..it was diffrent..diffrent was good. SO very fucking good.
"Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry" He chanted the words in his mind over and over again..was that a shift in weight? was there less weight ontop of him now. That ray of light grew in the recesses of his mind. his chanting took on more of a frantinc pace in his mind "Hurryhurryhurryhurryhurryhurry"
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
A good layer of earth moved, shifting and sifting to the sides, parting like the proverbial red sea while a tiny wolf paced along the grave, back and forth back and forth back and forth while Kendra feel back to her knees, the air crackling noisily as it gathered to her, glowing earily.
Hurry hurry hurry, she muttered again and again, delving her hands into the looseing earth, helping it along. Soon two mounds of earth flanked a hole about six feet deep and Kendra found herself staring down at a wooden coffin.
Shallow breath misted, skirts and cloak pooled around her as she knelt on the edge of the grave peering down into it with glinting eyes wide with..fear, one hand pressed to her rounded stomach, the other braced against the cold ground, Faolin now sitting on his haunched next to her, dubiously eyeing the box as well. Kendra worried her lower lip between her teeth and held her breath and with a cold, stiff hand she made a small, slow sweeping gesture and the box creaked and groaned as hinges fought rust and time to open
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.:
-The sound of the hinges creaking was deafening to ears that had not heard and sounds for four centuries, and the light was blinding..even the light from the small crack was blinding- Son of a FUCK!
-He cried out as he flung his arms up to protect his eyes. his arms were stiff as boards..but surprisingly..he was still in the same shape he had been buried in, even his button down t-shirt, and jeans seemed to be still intact, his DCPD badge was still clipped to his belt..though it had lost almost all its luster-
-The next thing he felt was the cold..it hit his skin like a dagger. He inhaled the fresh crisp clean air deeply, and breated the first real breath he had in a looong time-
-Slowly very slowly his eyes adjusted to the light..blurry shaped came into few, then started to solidfy..clouds...clouds?! he could see the sky!. He started to look around..sitting up in his own coffin..blinking owlishly..a woman who look terrified and a..- Is that a freakin wolf?!
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
Air rushed out of her lungs in palpable relief. Kendra's hand dropped, as did her head as she sat back on her heals, suddenly feeling woozy from the use of magic and giddy happiness that it was okay..it..he..was okay. Lashes lowered over violet eyes as her chin met her chest, giving him only a faint nod, her voice breathy, brogue thick. Aye...aye..tis a wolf...an'...ye're alive...
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He eyed the wolf pup warily..usually civilized people didnt have wolfs..but then again usually civilized people didn't bury others alive- Yes..i'm alive..and freezing my ass off -He rubbed hs arms briskly, stood up, and climbed out of the grave with a haste born only from the fear that it might decide to swallow him up again-
-Once he was out he took a better look at you...you were small pretty white woman, wearing a cloak..and clothes that were obviously homemade (His wife delt with clothes alot) and he brogue was..well not american. she looked exaushted..almost as if she dug out the grave herself. speaking of the grave..how had you moved all that earth? He crouched next to you- This might seem like an odd question but..what years is it?
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
The man moved, and so did Faolan, pushing himself up to stand on all fours. Though he was very recognisable as a wolf, the black furball also very much looked like a pup, all gangly legs and paws too big for his short body. Christian stood and climbed up, the wolf's ears perked and he positioned himself as best he could between Kendra and the stranger, baring teeth in a low pitched growl that almost made Kendra smile, instead she spoke sharply.
Faolan, tarraing siar (stand down). The growling stopped and the pup sat back, staring up at the man with golden eyes just as violet did the same, giving Kendra her first good look. She stiffened slightly as she noticed the jeans, the tshirt..the badge.
He crouched down and Kendra was able to look into his face. That he was black obviously didn't faze her, but the question made her grimace. What was it with her and time travelers?
No' as odd as ye might think. Tis tha year eleven forrrty eight. Wha' year are ye from? Twa thousand an' nine?
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch\i0 :
-he let out a groan, and reaching up to rub his face, fingertips pinching the bridge of his nose..so he was still way..way in the past... Super-
-He stood up..dusting his jeans off, and offer you a hand to help you up off the cold cold earth- Wait..what? did you just say 2009? how did..how did you know?
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
His disapointment was sharp and Kendra nearly winced with it, only barely managing to school her face into a mask of mild interest. He stood and Faolan bounded forward, circling him as he pressed his nose to the man's legs to get a good whiff, promptly sneazing and shaking his furry head wildly from side to side then burying his muzzle in the snow, snuffling loudly.
Kendra slipped a now warm hand into his, that heat suffusing him again as she did so. She wasn't as graceful as she used to be and was slower to move, the reason would be apparent once she stood. With the cloak covering her and protuding around the middle she looked fat, pleasantly plump. Maybe she liked her porridge a tad too much.
As soon as she was standing, she let go of his hand and starting hunting for her discarded gloves, finding them by her mother's grave. The frown was back on her face as she looked back to him.
Ye're no' tha first tae come through. I recognise tha' clothe ye're wearing. By tha' colour of yer skin ye must be from...Egypt? I think tha is where Felix said he was frae. He is tha only other dark man I've met..and..she nodded towards the badge.
Ye're a....a...cop, she looked back down at Kalyna's disturbed gravesite, quickly banishing the sadness that would cross her features and turning back towards the keep, her voice floating back to him.
D'ye think ye can make it tae tha keep? There's a fire tae warm ye and food fer yer wame
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch\i0 :
-He stood still, and watched the wolf pup as it circled him, sniffed sneezed then started burying his head into the snow- Easy pup..I havn;t showered in..almost 400 years..I probably am pretty rank right now -He laughed..deeply, head tossing back. He was FREE!!..god it felt good.so very good.-
-Suddenly that cold was chased away as your hand slipped into his wamrth pourin through his body, thawing his slwoly freezing fingers and toes..it was they same warmth he had felt earlier..it was you that found him..how had you managed to move all that earth on your onsies? well..odder things had happened..he would remember to ask later-
I'm not the first? -he scrtahced at the back of his head- I'm not sure if that is comforting or not..and no..not egypt..never been to egypt..never been outside of America until te wife decided we needed a vacation..Dark man? I knida like that..makes me sound like a super hero..much better then neroe or nigger anyway..or Demon..your ancestors were fond of callig me that -It was a it of a leap in logic to say her ancestors..but if he was wrong he would apologize for it later-
-He looked down at his badge as you mentioned it..a frown crossing his features as you mention him being a cop- I am..was...well am I guess not that it does me a fat lot of good -A good friend had once told him you never stopped being a cop, and it was probably true..even now..his eyes were picking up on little clue his cop mind had been trained to pick up..like the look of sadness you quickly banished from your face- Keep? err yess...I can make it..and a fire sounds great my balls are frozen to my leg
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
Yer..balls? , the diminuative woman turned in the snow, eyes raking up his legs wondering when he could possibly....................Kendra turned a deep shade of crimson, eyes blinking once and she turned right back around and started trudging through the snow, muttering something about not needing to know the state of a man's bollocks.
Faolan scampered after her, ignoring the man for now. The smell wouldn't bother overly much, it was after all the 12th century, not everyone was as fastidious about bathing as the witch was.
She would lead the way towards the keep at a slower pace.
I've met demons. Some would look like you....some like me. Ye canna tell these days.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
Wait you have met demons?...errr and i'm a time traveling cop...nevermind...I guess its not that odd
-She looked cute when she blushed..white women didn;t really do it for him but this one..well maybe if she was a bit less pudgey..He waved the thought away..trudging in the now after you. Converse did not make the best foot wear for colder climes-
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall\line -- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper:
Aye, I ha'e. Welcome tae Scotland , she smiled back to him as she approached a small but sturdy door set in a thick stone wall. Kendra pulled it open with ease, letting it swing to a close only after wolf and man crossed it and they found themselves in what used to be the keep gardens, hopefully come spring they would be again. Kendra had plans, sketches and was already collecting seedlings from her favourite plants.
The trio walked to another door, this one too was easily pulled open despite its apparent heaviness and Kendra slipped through, leading Christian past a stairway and through a small maze of low, ill lit corridors. It was only once they made it to the great hall that torches flared to life, flames already dancing merrily in the hearth dominating the far wall.
The raven haired witch tugged off her cloak (lo and behold she was not fat but pregnant) and hung it on a hook on the wall. Sit by the fire, I'll scrounge up some food. We've no housekeeper.., she smiled apologetically about leaving him on his own and disappeared through another archway, giving him leave to explore the room on his own, with Faolan keeping a watchful eye on him.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He snorted slightly as you welcomed him..Scotland..welcome..riight. As of so far Scotland had been nothing but trouble for him. First it transports him back into the past..then the denziens decide he is some kind of demon and bury him six feet into the earth..Scotland had a lot of aplogizing to do until they were even on an even keel..nope..Scotland was on his shit list..right up there with Canada...fucking Canada -shakes fist-
-He follwed you and the wolf pup through the maze of corridors..right.left..right right... his mind processed the route and commited it to ememory..always good to know the way out..it was dark..and the stone walls made it seem cold despite the fact that it really wasn;t..at least not compared to outside, and he was thankful that you finally emerged into a well lit room and a fire!- Hot freakin damn -He practically rushed towards it..hands held out..warmth seeping into them. He glanced then did a double take as it was clear now you were pregnant...some guy was a lucky man. It took a big heart to welcome a total stranger into there house..and one with even bigger heart when that stranger was dug up out of a grave- Don;t worry about it..and dont trouble yourself to much...just..no hagus. I havn't eaten in centuries..but even so I dont think I'd be able to stomach the stuff
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall\line -- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper: A snort would be her response to that, haggus was delicious and she wondered what it was about future sensibilities that made people not want to eat it. She shrugged and worked her way through the kitchen, placing several items on a platter that she soon brought to him, glancing at him as he stood by the fire, not quite realising he thought it unusual that she offer him food and warmth. Highland hospitality was not only legendary, it was a necessity in a land where refuge would be a days ride away or more. The land's lairds and barons always opened their doors to travelers. It was custom.
Kendra placed the heavy tray laden with bannock (flat bread), thick slices of cold venison and cheese, some blueberries she had unearthed from gods knew where. There was also a pitcher of ale, and some hot tea, not knowing if he'd prefer something warm or not. 400 hundreid years ye say.....tha is a long..long time tae be..erm....buried..
...and still alive she thought, the question remaining unspoken.
And alive- He finished for you..it was just a much a mystery to him as it was to you. Thought it was one of those things that he felt like if he questioned..or thought to much about, then whatever mystical forces that kept him alive would suddenly dissapate and he would cease to exsist..and he was just freed, and that food smelled to damn good-
-He took a seat, and placed the platter infront of him..eye wide. He didn;t know where to start. it all looked so..amazing. Though to be honest she could have put feces in front of him and it would still look appetizing. not really, but still-
-He dug in with gusto. Eating with his finger, plucking at the venison and cheese..occasionally sampling the blueberries, washing it down with the hot tea..gulping it and relishing in the burning of his throat. it was good to just feel again-
-He ate in silence for a long time, eating and eating until everything was gone. The latter cleared, and he sat back..a hand on his stomach letting out a sigh of relief-
Thank you..that was just..fuck that was good, better then my wife..but don;t tell her I said that...-He stopped..a pang of pain flashing through him as he thought of his wife..not yet born..not even her hedgehog of a mother was alive yet..or even her mother. It was a sobering thought-
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper:
Kendra lowered herself into a sturdy chair at the end of the table and leaning back herself, also glad to be warm and off her feet. Her eyes closed, a hand lifting to tuck short curls behind her ears and she heaved a soft sigh of relaxation just as Faolan, now curled up ath er feet, did the same. Eyes remained closed, she listened to him as he ate with relish, the crackling of firewood added to the mix, the warmth from the fire seeping into her own body, suddenly making her feel drowsy. If she stayed in the chair long enough, she could and would fall asleep.
A slight smile curved her lips as he approved of the meal and her eyes opened just in time to see that look flit across his face, her own smile disappearing with it. It hit close to him.
I am sorry. I canno' fathom how difficult it must be. Well..she could, but she wouldn't say so.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
-his shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. the pain was gone, locked in a tiny box pushed to the side where he could let it out when he wanted to deal withit..if he ever wanted to deal with it. He stared into the fire watched it crackle..spark shooting out as a log popped-
-He decided a change of subject was needed..he didn;t want to think about his..past. it was time to focus on the future. The irony of this thought was not lost on him- I have no idea what to do..I'm a fucking cop..how does a cop fit in in the 12th century? You know..I luaghed t my 8th grade teacher Mrs. Bolton when she said ancient history would save my life one day..
is in an undisclosed location
says to ALL: -
"Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty two..........Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty three"...You can only reveiw your life so many times, until it all starts to blend together and et rather tedious. For Christian..he hit that point 200 years ago, and nw that he was on year four hundred. he had just about run out of things to think about. He couldn't move, couldn't see..but he could count. He was good at counting.-
-It was impossible to measure time when you are buried six feet underground in a small graveyard somewhere in Scotland, but since he had managed to count so damn high. he figured he had been here for awhile. Another 400 years of this darkness and he would go insane. But there really wasn't much he could do about it so he tried not to let it phase him. "Five Trillion six hundred and seventy two billion,seven hundred and eighty seven million, four hundred and sixty six thousand, nine hundred and eighty four"
Kendra MacGregor
is walking one of the trails crisscrossing MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
six hundred and twenty two, six hundred and twenty three, six hundred and twenty four..,
she counted aloud as she trudged through the snow at the back of the keep, Faolan bounding behind her, powdery snow flying everytime he landed belly first in the thick, cold blanket only to shake it off and do it all over again.
There was so much to explore, so much to reacquaint herself with and today, she had slipped out the back door and headed towards the copse of trees and the old family graveyard that lay hidden there.
The heavy cloak, gloves and wolfskin boots kept her warm enough, the fresh air cleared her thoughts, the exercise kept her fit. Though none of it kept the darker thoughts at bay, thus the counting. Something to think about without truly thinking.
six hundred and twenty five..six hundred..oooh..here we are.., she stopped at the edge of the trees and fell into a crouch, cupping her hands to her mouth and blowing into them, then one absentmindedly lowering to scratch Faolan behind one ear as her gaze flitted over the old, and not so old, tombs, stone statues and crosses weathered with time.
Christian Harper
is in an undisclosed location
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-four hundred years ago he was just an average guy that did average things with his average family. He was your usual run of the mill Homicide detective, Bred and grown in D.C., and was only in Scotland for vacation. That old woman had warned him not to touch the standing stones..but nooo. He just couldn't be bothered to listen. What did his wife and kid think? did they think he was kidnapped? did they think he just ran off and left them? he had no way of finding out, and the worms were not much help in his musings-
-Scotlad..during the 1000's was not a forgiving place, specially to those that were deamed "diffrent" It took only two days for the people to decide he was some kind of demon, and to throw him into an unmarked Grave and bury him alive..He could still see the looks of hatred as he peered up from the bottom of the grave, and dirt was shoveled onto him. Never had he thouht he would pray to god for a lawyer-
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
The 12th century was too early for grave markings as we know them, individual stone slabs that mark a person's final resting place. Usually twas no more than crude crosses, used as a sign of death long before the christians came along, that were used to do so. Here, in the MacGregor family plot, only a few were still to be found, memory and parchment are what ensured the knowledge to be passed down. Not that Kendra needed a sheet of vellum to tell her where her mother was buried. She'd spent too many hours sitting by the grave site to not remember.\line\line Her eyes were drawn to the statue of Cailleach at the far end of the small clearing, the winter goddess and mother of all deities. The carved face of an old woman looked indulgently upon her lost children, guarding them and shielding them under her cloak, the stone crow on her shoulder looking to the skies, the staff in her hand steadying her. Kendra had found many hours of peace under her watchful grave and still now, years later she felt it infuse her in the quietness of the winter's day.
A breath was taken, Faolan leaving her side to scamper about as slowly rose and walked to a spot right below the crone statue's feet when she sank down again and started brushing away the snow over her mother's grave.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
"Four trillion..or was it five...fuck I lost count" He sighed inwardly. In the long run he supposed it didn;t really matter, he would just start over from one. But before he did, he cursed the darkness for the umpteenth million time..maybe he should start counting how many times he did that-
-He hoped that his family was alright, and also wondered wh he was still alive..and what he could possibly have done to deserve this kind of fate. Had he angered the powers that be so much that they wouldnt even let him die as he layed buried alive? or maybe he was dead, and there simply was..darkness-
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
She felt a knew kinship with the mother she'd never met now that she had spent time learning about Kalyna Elissandril and living with her family. Kendra's family. Kneeling in the snow Kendra tugged the hood from her hair, the gloves from her hands and scrapped the rest of the ice and snow away with bare hands only to find not dry, brown, flattened grass but disturbed earth. Kendra frowned, scooted back and brushed more snow away...and more yet.
it' a bheil i? (where is she?). Her hands were moving frantically now. Though there was still a mound of earth between them, Kendra instinctively knew that the grave was empty. As hollow as she herself was starting to feel the more she uncovered the disturbed burial ground. Her head was shaking from side to side, her breath coming in spurts as she moved to another grave and move the snow, to find it intact. And then to another, and another, her senses surging outward to try and find Kalyna.
D'e a tha seo? (what is this?) no other graves have been turned over, no other graves were empty she realised as she dug beneath the snow, echoes of spirits and old bones felt as well as any living person.\line\line Confusion reigned, slow anger burned and the little black wolf appeared by her side, whining at her distress. Kendra pounded the ground with her fist and leaned over her growing belly to rest her forehead against her hand, eyes closing as she tried to make her mind work, tried to make sense of it all.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.:
-he was letting his mind wander, not yet feeling up to the task of counting agan, when he felt..something, some kind of..pressure against his mind. He tried to shake it off but it persisted, and he tried grasping at the contact, tried to solidify it in his mind, but the more he reached for it the more he chased it away until it was gone again-
Kendra MacGregor
says to Christian Harper:
Kendra felt the tug, Faolan whined and the witch's head lifted, eyes shimmering lightly. She looked to the wolf in confusion then to the ground she was kneeling on, lowering her head again to press an ear to it as if she would hear ghostly answers. She focused her senses downward, sweeping directly under her, startling at what she felt that and scrambling back on her heels, a hand pressed to her pounding heart, Faolan yipping frantically.
A moment or two to regain her bearings, to catch her breath and she slipped back to her knees, hands already working at the sod, a grunt of frustration leaving her lips as fingers hit frozen earth. A small, crudely made wooden shovel appeared and she hit the soil a few times with the dull edge, her frustration growing, a low, feral sounding ground from her making Faolan stand on alert.
Kendra shoved to her feet and moved back, eyes turning that eery, irridescent violet as magic gathered to her, the air thickening with it, the earth shifting beneath her feet. She had to be careful, precise because if what she felt down there was right, the whole thing could collapse inward and just hinder her process.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
He felt the sudden onrush of warmth suffusing his body, spreadin to his fingertips, and toes..it was like..hope. Started to bleed into him again. Then he felt it..the prickling of magic like ands crawling over his skin marching through his body. He had no idea what it meant, it could be the end..it could be his body giving out..or..he dared to hope..it was something that would lead to his freedom from this black prison. Whatever it was..it was diffrent..diffrent was good. SO very fucking good.
"Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry" He chanted the words in his mind over and over again..was that a shift in weight? was there less weight ontop of him now. That ray of light grew in the recesses of his mind. his chanting took on more of a frantinc pace in his mind "Hurryhurryhurryhurryhurryhurry"
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
A good layer of earth moved, shifting and sifting to the sides, parting like the proverbial red sea while a tiny wolf paced along the grave, back and forth back and forth back and forth while Kendra feel back to her knees, the air crackling noisily as it gathered to her, glowing earily.
Hurry hurry hurry, she muttered again and again, delving her hands into the looseing earth, helping it along. Soon two mounds of earth flanked a hole about six feet deep and Kendra found herself staring down at a wooden coffin.
Shallow breath misted, skirts and cloak pooled around her as she knelt on the edge of the grave peering down into it with glinting eyes wide with..fear, one hand pressed to her rounded stomach, the other braced against the cold ground, Faolin now sitting on his haunched next to her, dubiously eyeing the box as well. Kendra worried her lower lip between her teeth and held her breath and with a cold, stiff hand she made a small, slow sweeping gesture and the box creaked and groaned as hinges fought rust and time to open
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.:
-The sound of the hinges creaking was deafening to ears that had not heard and sounds for four centuries, and the light was blinding..even the light from the small crack was blinding- Son of a FUCK!
-He cried out as he flung his arms up to protect his eyes. his arms were stiff as boards..but surprisingly..he was still in the same shape he had been buried in, even his button down t-shirt, and jeans seemed to be still intact, his DCPD badge was still clipped to his belt..though it had lost almost all its luster-
-The next thing he felt was the cold..it hit his skin like a dagger. He inhaled the fresh crisp clean air deeply, and breated the first real breath he had in a looong time-
-Slowly very slowly his eyes adjusted to the light..blurry shaped came into few, then started to solidfy..clouds...clouds?! he could see the sky!. He started to look around..sitting up in his own coffin..blinking owlishly..a woman who look terrified and a..- Is that a freakin wolf?!
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
Air rushed out of her lungs in palpable relief. Kendra's hand dropped, as did her head as she sat back on her heals, suddenly feeling woozy from the use of magic and giddy happiness that it was okay..it..he..was okay. Lashes lowered over violet eyes as her chin met her chest, giving him only a faint nod, her voice breathy, brogue thick. Aye...aye..tis a wolf...an'...ye're alive...
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He eyed the wolf pup warily..usually civilized people didnt have wolfs..but then again usually civilized people didn't bury others alive- Yes..i'm alive..and freezing my ass off -He rubbed hs arms briskly, stood up, and climbed out of the grave with a haste born only from the fear that it might decide to swallow him up again-
-Once he was out he took a better look at you...you were small pretty white woman, wearing a cloak..and clothes that were obviously homemade (His wife delt with clothes alot) and he brogue was..well not american. she looked exaushted..almost as if she dug out the grave herself. speaking of the grave..how had you moved all that earth? He crouched next to you- This might seem like an odd question but..what years is it?
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
The man moved, and so did Faolan, pushing himself up to stand on all fours. Though he was very recognisable as a wolf, the black furball also very much looked like a pup, all gangly legs and paws too big for his short body. Christian stood and climbed up, the wolf's ears perked and he positioned himself as best he could between Kendra and the stranger, baring teeth in a low pitched growl that almost made Kendra smile, instead she spoke sharply.
Faolan, tarraing siar (stand down). The growling stopped and the pup sat back, staring up at the man with golden eyes just as violet did the same, giving Kendra her first good look. She stiffened slightly as she noticed the jeans, the tshirt..the badge.
He crouched down and Kendra was able to look into his face. That he was black obviously didn't faze her, but the question made her grimace. What was it with her and time travelers?
No' as odd as ye might think. Tis tha year eleven forrrty eight. Wha' year are ye from? Twa thousand an' nine?
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch\i0 :
-he let out a groan, and reaching up to rub his face, fingertips pinching the bridge of his nose..so he was still way..way in the past... Super-
-He stood up..dusting his jeans off, and offer you a hand to help you up off the cold cold earth- Wait..what? did you just say 2009? how did..how did you know?
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
His disapointment was sharp and Kendra nearly winced with it, only barely managing to school her face into a mask of mild interest. He stood and Faolan bounded forward, circling him as he pressed his nose to the man's legs to get a good whiff, promptly sneazing and shaking his furry head wildly from side to side then burying his muzzle in the snow, snuffling loudly.
Kendra slipped a now warm hand into his, that heat suffusing him again as she did so. She wasn't as graceful as she used to be and was slower to move, the reason would be apparent once she stood. With the cloak covering her and protuding around the middle she looked fat, pleasantly plump. Maybe she liked her porridge a tad too much.
As soon as she was standing, she let go of his hand and starting hunting for her discarded gloves, finding them by her mother's grave. The frown was back on her face as she looked back to him.
Ye're no' tha first tae come through. I recognise tha' clothe ye're wearing. By tha' colour of yer skin ye must be from...Egypt? I think tha is where Felix said he was frae. He is tha only other dark man I've met..and..she nodded towards the badge.
Ye're a....a...cop, she looked back down at Kalyna's disturbed gravesite, quickly banishing the sadness that would cross her features and turning back towards the keep, her voice floating back to him.
D'ye think ye can make it tae tha keep? There's a fire tae warm ye and food fer yer wame
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch\i0 :
-He stood still, and watched the wolf pup as it circled him, sniffed sneezed then started burying his head into the snow- Easy pup..I havn;t showered in..almost 400 years..I probably am pretty rank right now -He laughed..deeply, head tossing back. He was FREE!!..god it felt good.so very good.-
-Suddenly that cold was chased away as your hand slipped into his wamrth pourin through his body, thawing his slwoly freezing fingers and toes..it was they same warmth he had felt earlier..it was you that found him..how had you managed to move all that earth on your onsies? well..odder things had happened..he would remember to ask later-
I'm not the first? -he scrtahced at the back of his head- I'm not sure if that is comforting or not..and no..not egypt..never been to egypt..never been outside of America until te wife decided we needed a vacation..Dark man? I knida like that..makes me sound like a super hero..much better then neroe or nigger anyway..or Demon..your ancestors were fond of callig me that -It was a it of a leap in logic to say her ancestors..but if he was wrong he would apologize for it later-
-He looked down at his badge as you mentioned it..a frown crossing his features as you mention him being a cop- I am..was...well am I guess not that it does me a fat lot of good -A good friend had once told him you never stopped being a cop, and it was probably true..even now..his eyes were picking up on little clue his cop mind had been trained to pick up..like the look of sadness you quickly banished from your face- Keep? err yess...I can make it..and a fire sounds great my balls are frozen to my leg
Kendra MacGregor
is exploring the vast forests on MacGregor land
--overseen by Kendra MacGregor --
says to Christian Harper:
Yer..balls? , the diminuative woman turned in the snow, eyes raking up his legs wondering when he could possibly....................Kendra turned a deep shade of crimson, eyes blinking once and she turned right back around and started trudging through the snow, muttering something about not needing to know the state of a man's bollocks.
Faolan scampered after her, ignoring the man for now. The smell wouldn't bother overly much, it was after all the 12th century, not everyone was as fastidious about bathing as the witch was.
She would lead the way towards the keep at a slower pace.
I've met demons. Some would look like you....some like me. Ye canna tell these days.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
Wait you have met demons?...errr and i'm a time traveling cop...nevermind...I guess its not that odd
-She looked cute when she blushed..white women didn;t really do it for him but this one..well maybe if she was a bit less pudgey..He waved the thought away..trudging in the now after you. Converse did not make the best foot wear for colder climes-
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall\line -- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper:
Aye, I ha'e. Welcome tae Scotland , she smiled back to him as she approached a small but sturdy door set in a thick stone wall. Kendra pulled it open with ease, letting it swing to a close only after wolf and man crossed it and they found themselves in what used to be the keep gardens, hopefully come spring they would be again. Kendra had plans, sketches and was already collecting seedlings from her favourite plants.
The trio walked to another door, this one too was easily pulled open despite its apparent heaviness and Kendra slipped through, leading Christian past a stairway and through a small maze of low, ill lit corridors. It was only once they made it to the great hall that torches flared to life, flames already dancing merrily in the hearth dominating the far wall.
The raven haired witch tugged off her cloak (lo and behold she was not fat but pregnant) and hung it on a hook on the wall. Sit by the fire, I'll scrounge up some food. We've no housekeeper.., she smiled apologetically about leaving him on his own and disappeared through another archway, giving him leave to explore the room on his own, with Faolan keeping a watchful eye on him.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.: witch:
-He snorted slightly as you welcomed him..Scotland..welcome..riight. As of so far Scotland had been nothing but trouble for him. First it transports him back into the past..then the denziens decide he is some kind of demon and bury him six feet into the earth..Scotland had a lot of aplogizing to do until they were even on an even keel..nope..Scotland was on his shit list..right up there with Canada...fucking Canada -shakes fist-
-He follwed you and the wolf pup through the maze of corridors..right.left..right right... his mind processed the route and commited it to ememory..always good to know the way out..it was dark..and the stone walls made it seem cold despite the fact that it really wasn;t..at least not compared to outside, and he was thankful that you finally emerged into a well lit room and a fire!- Hot freakin damn -He practically rushed towards it..hands held out..warmth seeping into them. He glanced then did a double take as it was clear now you were pregnant...some guy was a lucky man. It took a big heart to welcome a total stranger into there house..and one with even bigger heart when that stranger was dug up out of a grave- Don;t worry about it..and dont trouble yourself to much...just..no hagus. I havn't eaten in centuries..but even so I dont think I'd be able to stomach the stuff
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall\line -- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper: A snort would be her response to that, haggus was delicious and she wondered what it was about future sensibilities that made people not want to eat it. She shrugged and worked her way through the kitchen, placing several items on a platter that she soon brought to him, glancing at him as he stood by the fire, not quite realising he thought it unusual that she offer him food and warmth. Highland hospitality was not only legendary, it was a necessity in a land where refuge would be a days ride away or more. The land's lairds and barons always opened their doors to travelers. It was custom.
Kendra placed the heavy tray laden with bannock (flat bread), thick slices of cold venison and cheese, some blueberries she had unearthed from gods knew where. There was also a pitcher of ale, and some hot tea, not knowing if he'd prefer something warm or not. 400 hundreid years ye say.....tha is a long..long time tae be..erm....buried..
...and still alive she thought, the question remaining unspoken.
And alive- He finished for you..it was just a much a mystery to him as it was to you. Thought it was one of those things that he felt like if he questioned..or thought to much about, then whatever mystical forces that kept him alive would suddenly dissapate and he would cease to exsist..and he was just freed, and that food smelled to damn good-
-He took a seat, and placed the platter infront of him..eye wide. He didn;t know where to start. it all looked so..amazing. Though to be honest she could have put feces in front of him and it would still look appetizing. not really, but still-
-He dug in with gusto. Eating with his finger, plucking at the venison and cheese..occasionally sampling the blueberries, washing it down with the hot tea..gulping it and relishing in the burning of his throat. it was good to just feel again-
-He ate in silence for a long time, eating and eating until everything was gone. The latter cleared, and he sat back..a hand on his stomach letting out a sigh of relief-
Thank you..that was just..fuck that was good, better then my wife..but don;t tell her I said that...-He stopped..a pang of pain flashing through him as he thought of his wife..not yet born..not even her hedgehog of a mother was alive yet..or even her mother. It was a sobering thought-
Kendra MacGregor
is in The Great Hall
-- MacGregor Keep --
says to Christian Harper:
Kendra lowered herself into a sturdy chair at the end of the table and leaning back herself, also glad to be warm and off her feet. Her eyes closed, a hand lifting to tuck short curls behind her ears and she heaved a soft sigh of relaxation just as Faolan, now curled up ath er feet, did the same. Eyes remained closed, she listened to him as he ate with relish, the crackling of firewood added to the mix, the warmth from the fire seeping into her own body, suddenly making her feel drowsy. If she stayed in the chair long enough, she could and would fall asleep.
A slight smile curved her lips as he approved of the meal and her eyes opened just in time to see that look flit across his face, her own smile disappearing with it. It hit close to him.
I am sorry. I canno' fathom how difficult it must be. Well..she could, but she wouldn't say so.
Christian Harper
says to Kendra MacGregor.::
-his shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. the pain was gone, locked in a tiny box pushed to the side where he could let it out when he wanted to deal withit..if he ever wanted to deal with it. He stared into the fire watched it crackle..spark shooting out as a log popped-
-He decided a change of subject was needed..he didn;t want to think about his..past. it was time to focus on the future. The irony of this thought was not lost on him- I have no idea what to do..I'm a fucking cop..how does a cop fit in in the 12th century? You know..I luaghed t my 8th grade teacher Mrs. Bolton when she said ancient history would save my life one day..