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chasingtwisters) wrote2014-08-22 09:16 am
chasingtwisters) wrote2014-08-22 09:16 am
Let the storm rage on. {Open}
The bus is an old, weathered piece of shit, one that really shouldn't be functioning still. Moira winces at the creaking noise every sharp corner pulls from the vehicle and the way the driver barely seems able to stay on the road. She keeps fidgeting in her seat and playing with her newly darkened hair, fingers curling around the piece of paper she clutches close to her chest. The island did her good in many ways: it healed the shock of the cruise, helped ease the burden of all the stress in her life, and helped her come to terms with being pregnant, with the exception of the morning sickness that still rules over Moira.
Yet, just two mornings ago, a woman named Blair, one of the elders of the island, brought her to one of the hidden springs, deep in the heart of the island. They'd done their breathing exercises and a couple of renewal spells, as had become their normal routine during Moira's time on the island. But then Blair had offered to scry with her, just a brief glimpse to check in on Siren Cove. Moira hadn't realized how much she'd missed home until then; fueled by a desire to see James, her sisters, and her cousins, she'd readily agreed.
Scrying with water had always been a bitch.
She never thought she'd catch a glimpse of her ancestor, one Viviana Coombs; but catch a glimpse of her, she did, and now, she's on a bus home, clutching the sketch Blair drew for her in her hands and trying to remember the breathing exercises from the island. But she can't stop thinking about it. Viviana Coombs could be her twin. Viviana Coombs, the one rumored to have started the curse in the first place. Moira can't tell if the nausea she feels is from the morning sickness or the shock running through her veins. And she has to keep it under control, for the baby's sake. The baby who, as the witches on the island had confirmed, would inherit some of the Coombs' powers as half a witch.
The bus finally screeches to a stop at the bus station in the center of town. Moira has to keep from leaping over the heads of everyone to get out. She misses her loved ones dearly, indeed, she realizes she owes them all an explanation, at the very least, but she needs to get to the library. Even as she can hear Blair telling her that the vision they'd seen was very much real, Moira wants to find evidence to the contrary, that she does not resemble her ancestor who might have caused the curse.
She keeps fidgeting as she makes her way through the line, her hands smoothing down the front of her loose blouse, disguising the small yet distinguishable bump of her stomach. She hopes no one with a discerning eye catches sight of her today.
She pulls her hood up over her head before exiting the bus, determined to avoid the inevitable mess of press that might await her. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Moira sets off at a sprint, maneuvering between people as she tries not to shove them out of the way. She needs to get to the library, needs to find evidence to reassure herself that she isn't the living image of a woman who once cursed an entire town.
OOC: Moira's back! Find her anywhere in town as she tries to make her way to the library. She'll be in a hurry, but obviously will stop for anyone who calls out to her. She's freaked out, but not nearly as badly as on the island. She's trying to cope with the fact that she looks so much like Viviana Coombs, so any friends will be greatly appreciated! Oh, and those with a discerning eye will recognize the slight bump on her now.
Yet, just two mornings ago, a woman named Blair, one of the elders of the island, brought her to one of the hidden springs, deep in the heart of the island. They'd done their breathing exercises and a couple of renewal spells, as had become their normal routine during Moira's time on the island. But then Blair had offered to scry with her, just a brief glimpse to check in on Siren Cove. Moira hadn't realized how much she'd missed home until then; fueled by a desire to see James, her sisters, and her cousins, she'd readily agreed.
Scrying with water had always been a bitch.
She never thought she'd catch a glimpse of her ancestor, one Viviana Coombs; but catch a glimpse of her, she did, and now, she's on a bus home, clutching the sketch Blair drew for her in her hands and trying to remember the breathing exercises from the island. But she can't stop thinking about it. Viviana Coombs could be her twin. Viviana Coombs, the one rumored to have started the curse in the first place. Moira can't tell if the nausea she feels is from the morning sickness or the shock running through her veins. And she has to keep it under control, for the baby's sake. The baby who, as the witches on the island had confirmed, would inherit some of the Coombs' powers as half a witch.
The bus finally screeches to a stop at the bus station in the center of town. Moira has to keep from leaping over the heads of everyone to get out. She misses her loved ones dearly, indeed, she realizes she owes them all an explanation, at the very least, but she needs to get to the library. Even as she can hear Blair telling her that the vision they'd seen was very much real, Moira wants to find evidence to the contrary, that she does not resemble her ancestor who might have caused the curse.
She keeps fidgeting as she makes her way through the line, her hands smoothing down the front of her loose blouse, disguising the small yet distinguishable bump of her stomach. She hopes no one with a discerning eye catches sight of her today.
She pulls her hood up over her head before exiting the bus, determined to avoid the inevitable mess of press that might await her. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Moira sets off at a sprint, maneuvering between people as she tries not to shove them out of the way. She needs to get to the library, needs to find evidence to reassure herself that she isn't the living image of a woman who once cursed an entire town.
OOC: Moira's back! Find her anywhere in town as she tries to make her way to the library. She'll be in a hurry, but obviously will stop for anyone who calls out to her. She's freaked out, but not nearly as badly as on the island. She's trying to cope with the fact that she looks so much like Viviana Coombs, so any friends will be greatly appreciated! Oh, and those with a discerning eye will recognize the slight bump on her now.
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"Library sounds good. I need to return some books to Spencer anyway." It must be pretty bad for Moira to be so hush-hush about. But then if a Coombs sneezes the wrong way, a pap will rush to print the story. She gestures for Moira to take the lead, pulling her own hood up over her head.
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"We're almost here," she says as the library comes into view. She pulls her own hood around herself tighter, muttering a quick glamour so that anyone who might glance at her will only see a blur of a girl walking past, too quick to form a coherent shape. She leads Riley quickly up the steps; she pushes the door open with more force than necessary, quickly glancing about for the nearest obscure corner. She leads Riley to it, casting two other quick charms, one to distract passersby and the other to conceal their conversation.
"Okay, so," she pulls out the scrap of paper, the one that has almost torn from her overly tight grip. "I had a vision. Like, I actually saw into the past. And I saw...Viviana Coombs." She holds out the paper to Riley as though it were burning her skin.
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She skips up the stairs of the library, hurriedly closing the door behind them and follows Moira to a corner she's all too familiar with. Feeling the bubble of magic go up around them, Riley leans over the table and takes the piece of paper. It's already interesting to her that Moira had a vision about the past...especially of Viviana. She glances down at the paper and takes a second look, gasping immediately.
"Oh my God...this is her?"
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Moira has to wonder if her mother knows. She has to wonder who else might know. She's terrified by the idea, which is why she keeps fidgeting and looking so uncomfortable.
"I was on my way here to check in the archives for other pictures," she says quietly. "Just to be sure. But I...I saw her, and I knew it was her. It was real, my vision."
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She looks around the library, now determined to help Moira in any quest she needs. "I'll help you. We'll find all we can about Viviana. Whatever you want to know."
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"Yes," she nods. "Because in the vision I had, well. Let's just say she wasn't afraid to walk the line between good and evil."
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"Jesus, they could have broken these volumes down into something smaller."
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"That would make too much sense," she points out with a grin.
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"I was too focused on the mist at the time, but now...now I'm curious. Kind of a good place for dark magic, you know? Think Violet would go there or someone else we should worry about?"
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