Posts by ISELOTTA

A little different, as far as Allied events went, and a bit of a trial run for Lottie herself, who had never planned, nor done something like this before. But, she assumed that she had some way of doing it all figured out. Or so she hoped- regardless, the evening would be fun, and per Lottie style, everything was decorated. There was a small chest of small costume pieces waiting at the top of the staircase leading into the territory, filled with bows, ties, masks, and some spare dresses and costumes that were 'victorian' esque for their guests to wear, provided that they hadn't already found something for themselves.

A banquet table was laid out, filled with sweet treats and more fine meals of meats and other accommodations, as well as a small bar of more alcoholic drinks for the adults, as well as some sparkling cider and juice for the kids, and water for anyone that wished it. The area was decorated with strings of lights, as well as some long strands of lace fabric woven from tree to tree to add to the theme. Some NPCs would be providing background music, as well. There would be no mass-amount of roles for people to play, to keep for simplicity sake, nor would the party be starting until more people had arrived.

So, let the party begin.

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

With the many allies that they had, and with how busy the Head Medic was in general, the invitations were not as personal as she would have liked, but instead a carefully written note in an elegant hand, attached to a little bag of confetti to act as a paper weight.

On behalf of BlizzardClan, we formally invite you to participate in our 'Murder Mystery' themed dinner party with our allies! The theme for the evening is a Victorian Ball, so wear your best, and be prepared to dance, enjoy good food and company, and see how good your sluething skills are!

(Small costume pieces will also be provided for those that don't have any. Children are welcome!)

Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

//Thank you, darling!

Perhaps tragedy was something that they both could understand. It was tragedy that gave them their jobs and their livelihoods. It was tragedy that kept them up in the darkest hours of the night, pacing the floor under the boards had worn away with the impression of their pawpads brushing against the once-smooth surface into a little valley of unrelenting thoughts, a permanent scar on the place of their homes, where they were safest, that couldn't be undone. Iselotta knew Tragedy all too well. The past several months, maybe even longer, of her life had been nothing but it. Her husband manipulates her, then, while she's seriously considering the idea of breaking up with him, which in it of itself had broken her heart into two to even consider, he had died, murdered, just like that in their old home. Just like that. Her kids went without a father- and they, too, became too busy for the young, at the time, snow-leopard. It didn't help, either, that she had the misfortune of seeing her old body strung up like a gutted pig when she had been murdered, switched bodies miraculously. Something that, despite everything now, and how much she loved her life here, wish... hadn't happened. It wasn't worth it. Her new, darling little son was something that she would never give up now but.. if she had had the choice that day, to be rid of this life and its torments... maybe she would have.

A feline she was now, a silky-furred maine coon with pale white fur and light red-orange patterns across her body, her eyes a bright shade of silver, perhaps the only thing of her old self, other than her voice and her thoughts, that she had kept. It was still something that she hadn't gotten completely used to, either. The idea of being small, and physically looked down on, completely vulnerable to anyone that was even slightly larger than her in demeanor- it was something she had started to ignore, but it was a little chime constantly nagging in the back of her head. A little chime rung in her sleep, too, remind her of everything. Getting her trainee taken by capture, losing another on some strange quest into enemy territory, pissing off her nephew, losing her husband, having her herb stores destroyed in one of the first storms of the season and scrambling to put it all back together- her life just didn't stop. It just needed to stop, and slow down, and relax for just a couple days and maybe then she could be happier with what she had; with the sleeping boy in the corner of the room, and his father at his side.

Instead, the Medic was up, glancing in the dim lighting to her family before she turned towards the door, carefully working the latch open before she made her way out, taking in a deep breath of the cold air that shocked her lungs upon stepping out. She knew that, even if Ben did wake, he would understand where she had gone- he was a medic, too, in his own right, and they knew well the idea of the 'curse of the medic'. So tied up in helping others, and putting yourself out there for the sake of your friends and family that, when it came back down to you and your own issues, they were trifle in matters, ignored until it consumed you, a vicious cycle of seeing your friends bloodied on the ground and knowing some that you might not be able to save. It was clear, though, at some point, not everyone could be a medic. And those that could? Well, they were as tough as hell itself. Her paws traveled across the cold, dewey ground of the night time towards the stone staircase. She had taken the path so many times at this point she could likely do it in her sleep, quiet and cautious to avoid attention as she made her way down into their old territory, and then out past their borders.

She didn't intend to go far, no. Just walk the edge, away from the scent of BlizzardClan, a momentary break in time. Yet, her mind still reeled with thoughts. Louis and Desirae, her oldest children, would likely already be off in the morning doing their own thing, but Vic would need something to occupy him- and lessons needed to be done, and the herb stores restocked, somehow, and this or that, that no matter how many times she went over, she still couldn't find a solution. They'd have to rely on the generosity of their allies, she knew, but only when it was necessary. She had built this team from the ground up and she'd be damned if she let it crumble apart so easily. Her thoughts drifted as she walked along, watching her snowy white paws move one in front of the other as she let the cold fall air surround her. Continuing on for a few minutes, her head slowly lifted as something caught her attention. Something that was so... familiar, yet something she couldn't immediately place. It wasn't danger- it was an ally, that much she could pick up. Her paws moved a little quicker, curious, before she caught sight of him. Someone that had never truly faded from memory, but had been less persistent as they carried on with their own lives. An old- dare she call him a 'trainee' when he was only with her a short time- friend, perhaps.

"Hypokrisis?" she would call softly, the French syllables gently affecting his name as her voice rose up in question. She looked different, hardly like herself, but the voice was unmistakable. She took a few steps closer to better see the figure in the moonlight. He ... wasn't in the best of shape, but his eyes were unmistakable. Even as a younger child he had that sense of certainty and maturity about him. "By the stars, it is you! What are you doing all the way out here?"

//retro to her capture of course <3

//Sorry for the delay! I was gone with friends on saturday c:

Lottie listened in silence as the various voices spoke up to give their opinions to her carefully crafted question, pleased to find that many of them had the correct answer with only a few moments of thought- though it wasn't about how fast someone thought, but rather how their answer was stated. "Yes, Ska'arq, a tourniquet, though it's not quite the same concept of simply having bandages too tight. Correct, Huff, and Max, yes. A little more complicated on the scale, but in a manner of speaking, yes. Having bandages too tight cuts off blood circulation in the affected area, but not in the limb itself, and instead puts more stress and pressure on the surrounding area, and obviously, too loose doesn't do anything at all but sop up the injury without staunching the flow. Good, thank you for your answers. And Max, in consideration to your ramblings, yes, though it's more likely we would pack a wound in order to provide more pressure for an area that's bleeding too heavily to manage quickly with just bandages. Though you then have to be careful of infection and that it's not kept that way for too long since it is a... ah... foreign entity in the body.

Right, then, everyone should have supplies now. I'd like you all to attempt to apply a bandage to an arm or a leg now, doesn't matter which, and when you're done, let me know and I shall come check them. While you do that, let me pose another question I ask all my trainees: In a situation where you had a wound and the choice between bandages or cobwebs, which would you choose and why?"

I had an idea where perhaps with the lack of medical supplies and with fall/winter approaching, it might be a fun idea if there was a Clan-wide sickness or plague that they had to try and solve/cure together over the span of a few weeks or a month? I wanted to give the Medic Team plot a little more relevance, as well as perhaps a bit of clan-intrigue and teamwork, especially if there's a plot with the exiles coming up?

Thoughts?

Whatever Lottie was expecting today, it wasn't this- God, it wasn't this. She was never that close to Mie, not the same as she was Jersey or Jacob, but she had watched that little boy grow up from the day he was born. He and Aleksi were inseperable, best of brothers, and strong, confident leaders. They had already shown to be capable in whatever they put their minds to. Mie and Aleksi. It was strange to think how long she had always considered them as their own same entity in her mind, much without realizing. Where was Mie? Well, ask Aleksi. Aleksi being his usual self? Get Mie. Always together at meetings, chatting about the promotions to follow. They were good boys - men- anyone could have been proud, amazed for what they had accomplished at such a young age.

But life... Life wasn't fair- Lottie already knew that well. Though it was easy for people to forget that Lottie was still quite youthful with that 'motherly' aspect of hers, she had only lived a few years and had already seen so much death and harm and hurt. She had faced it all, for herself, seeing it in others, and she had devoted her life to helping people, saving people that had been hurt, preventing things like this. But... she had failed Mie. And she knew in her mind, in her heart, that she was not to blame for this. That someone else was to blame for the death of their dear Mie, but that didn't make it hurt any less knowing that this boy that she had watched growing up would not outlive her, like it should have been. And Heaven's above, what were they going to do with Sweets? With Aleksi? She knew them both well enough to know that they likely wouldn't outwardly show that it hurt them- aside from anger, promises of revenge, but this would shake them all. It would be a missing part of the Clan. Something that you just got used to. Something that you didn't forget. Lottie couldn't forget.

She didn't remember what had drawn her to the scene, nor what thoughts ran through her head, but she saw Beck, saw him circling Mie's body, and in an instant, her heart went cold, the blood draining from her face, a typical feeling. Shock. Shock, and sadness, and anger, and despair. But no tears sprung to her eyes. There was no pity to be had here for his death. Mie was better than this. He deserved better than this. But there was dread there, too, for seeing his body on the ground, torn apart like he had been nothing, like he meant nothing, it made her sick. It was sick! She blinked harshly, finding herself in silence, but even as she shut her eyes, the image was still there, burned into her head. Gods above.. She was used to gruesome scenes like this one, but this was the one, perhaps, in which she felt the most physically ill. The smell of death in the air was like a wall, clinging to the area like some sort of bad, twisted omen. He had been dead a while. That much was certain, even if the scent of metallic blood in the air was just as sickening as the sight.

Aleksi. Her thoughts ran not to Sweets, but to Aleksi. They were close, so close- brothers. She knew this event, this scene, for she had lived it, seen it, embraced it like an unwelcomed friend. Death, the loss of friends. The ache that settled deep into your bones and refused to let up, haunted you in your sleep, taunted your memories with what ifs. She didn't even question Beck circling his body like it was a game of Clue. He was as ghost- she supposed he knew death better than anyone. Funny, how her mind lept to that instead of the scene in front of her, how her stony silence lingered on, her lips pressed tightly together against the threat of emotions. She took a shaky breath in, then slowly released it. "I'll go find Aleksi," she murmured heavily, though uncaring if Beck was even listening or ot before she turned to go find Aleksi and bring him here. He deserved to know, to see, first hand and for himself, instead of being told second hand, as if trying to spare him from something. They were brothers. He deserved at least that much.

//retro to capture

In terms of torture, Riddler had been rather... mild, all things considered. He wasn't like Deathstroke in the slightest, who was brutal just for the sake of being brutal, for having power over her that she couldn't redeem back. But Riddler? Oh, Riddler, he was not one to trifle with. He had a brain on him like none other. Smart. Clever. Well-crafted in his designs, changed, molded over his time in exile and devling into the world of pain and misery. And perhaps, that was the most terrifying of all.

Because she didn't know what to expect from him anymore. She had known him before, known him as the quiet, considerate, careful father of Mie and Aleksi, the person who, though was often in the shadows and not a loud-voiced member of the Clan, was one people could respect for his knowledge and his mental capacities. But now? When that was being used against her? Against Vic? Against the people she cared about? It set her on edge, with nerves running through her body, not sure whether to try and run or try and fight. But she knew she just... had to do whatever he wanted. Whatever he wanted to keep Victor safe and out of harm's way. So far, Riddler hadn't hurt him. For that, she was grateful, but it in no way prepared her for what she was about to endure.

It had been simple, really. Forced into a blindfold, and unchained, set like a headless chicken, dependant on Riddler pushing her along to where he wanted to prevent herself from falling and tripping over her own paws for her lack of vision. She didn't like this feeling of helplessness, but she pressed her lips together tightly, tried not to let it show on her face despite the tight knot of anxiety that had been settled in her chest. She wouldn't let him know that he was getting to her. She refused. Lottie couldn't dare to guess why this was happening to her, why she was being targeted of all things, but she had a feeling she would find out soon enough. That whatever Riddler had planned was all just part of a bigger scheme, and she was just a pawn on the chessboard.

They walked on in silence, and uneasiness began to drape in her paw steps as her feet seemed to lag behind herself, following Riddler's pace only out of nessecity. There was... a feeling she couldn't explain, like she knew something was wrong. But she didn't know what. Vic was fine- he had to be fine, because Riddler hadn't touched him, and there was no reason otherwise why he would be dragging her out. But oh, she found her answer soon enough as they grew closer to their destination, and the smell hit her. A smell that she was all too familiar with. Death. The faint buzzing of flies as her paw steps began to slow even more. Panic rose up in her throat, but she shoved it down. It was just a scare tactic. It was just something to mess with her. Blindfold her, sit her near a dead body, hurt her, and then take her back like nothing had happened. She steeled herself for this fate, for the pain to follow, but nothing... Nothing could compare to what it truly was.

You can take your blindfold off now. His words were met with a heavy shove forward, and Lottie had to keep herself from gagging as she got in a sharp breath of the putrid smell of death, stumbling over her paws as she had not the vision to right herself. She licked her lips, her paws shaking as she slowly lifted one to her face to pull away the blindfold. She blinked, allowing her gaze to come back into focus, settling on the two, small forms of cubs in front of her.

In a moment, the world seemed to stop as the realization hit her. Everything seemed to suddenly move slowly. The intake of her breath, filling her lungs, and releasing it, was slow in her mind, each breath shuddering through her body, compelling her to live, and to breathe. Yet, the phsyical pain, a sharp stabbing through her throat and her chest as she tried to contain the tears that compelled to streak down her face told her otherwise. She felt a shiver run through her as the blood drained away from her body, rushing through her; shock. It was shock, but she hardly registered the fact.

Her babies. HER babies. Louis, Desirae, their small, little bodies curled up on the ground, their eyes wide in shock, but still, so deathly still, not a mark on them. Their flesh hadn't been torn into, they were just... still, like they were sleeping, and Lottie wasn't sure what was worse. Because she knew, oh she knew what he had done, but her mind would not accept it. Poison. He had poisoned her babies.

There was a dull ringing in her ears. Through the thundering of her own heartbeat in her ears, and the sound of her own breathing drowing everything out, it took several moments for her to register that it was her. Her own, broken wail, a sound so harrowing and filled with sorrow that it seemed the sound itself could pierce the heavens; ripped from her throat without being compelled, following the way she crumpled, her expression first, then her legs gave out from beneath her as the tears that had choked her so began to flow down her face. "My babies!" the wail followed into broken words, a shuddering breath pulling into her lungs as the sobbings began, shaking her whole body as the sound itself was only a faint comparison to the wail that had been pulled from her; and then it grew worse as she spoke again, much without meaning to, her voice broken and almost unintelligable through her sobbing. "No! No, no, not my babies!"

Lottie fell to her knees, her shaking form moving to her children that lay dead on the ground, hoving over them as if she could still protect them, could still hug them, even if she would get a protest in return, even if they screamed at her, told her that they hated her, anything, anything would have been better than the reality. Her shaking paws reached out to touch Louis' sleek, golden fur, so unlike her or Alastor, his uniqueness unmistakable. He was cold, stiff to the touch, which only sent another sob running through her body as she pressed her nose into the fur of Desirae, uncaring now for her surroundings.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, the tears streaming down her face, wanting to hold them, to cradle them, to tell them it was okay, but it wouldn't bring them back. Nothing would bring them back! Why wouldn't they come back?! She needed them! And they had needed her and she had failed them! She wasn't able to protect them! "Oh, my babies, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."