三 [Visual] Hallowed is the path...

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The visual comes on, sent to as many people as possible, and Inara's looking a bit...different-ey. Her hair is swept up into a refined, almost regal style and her expression is far harder than usual. Something in her eyes suggests that she is both very focused and very displeased about something, but when she speaks it's with a smile.

A not at all reassuring smile that seems like a thin veneer over superior disdain.

"I am not familiar with my surroundings. I can only assume that I have been captured by the enemies of the true path of Origin. This will prove to have been a mistake." She ponders her tablet for a while, tilting her head with detached curiosity.

"In the meantime, I sense many new souls in this place, unfamiliar ones. I would like to extend the opportunity to them to come to the power and the glory of Origin. The power and the greatness of the Ori cannot be denied, and those who accept the one truth of Origin into their lives and their hearts will be richly rewarded with that truth. Blessed are those who walk in unison, and hallowed are the Ori. Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high..."

Her expression hardens further, her lip curling briefly. "And those who reject the path to enlightenment must be destroyed."

[OOC: Glitch start! For the next two weeks Inara has been possessed by Adria from Stargate SG-1, a half-human, half-godlike-creature imbued with phenomenally powerful psychic powers like telekinesis, mind reading, mind control, summoning fire and magical healing. And she has an agenda. Also, she's Vala's daughter! More details here, and I hope this'll be a lot of fun. Questions, plans, anything, don't hesitate to ask! :D ]

015: [holo] [location: Sunnydale Cemetary] Yellow Fever

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Accidental posts seem to be all the rage for Dean these days.

This time, he's sitting outside, lounging on the back section of his Impala. His expression is a bit tense, like he's uneasy about something, and every once in a while he scratches at his arm, which are turning a bright red color. Maybe there's something on his mind?

Or maybe he's got this weird suspicion that any second now, something nasty things are going to pop out of gravestones in that cemetery he's parked in front of.


[[ooc: Glitch start! ♥]]

[Holo] Round Two: Demonic Boogaloo

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“I don’t know what to do.“ Ava stands in the middle of the empty street, up to her ankles in mud, staring at the windmill; at the board where Malcolm had hung. It’s cold and her light velvet jacket and jeans do little to keep out the chill, but she’s not concerned with that now. Her tears have dried up. In fact, since she took no food or drink, all of her is threatening to dry up. She tries to believe she didn’t care.

“I won’t do it.” She won’t. When round two starts, what ever that is, when more special children show up, she’ll let them kill her. She says it and tries so hard to believe it. But, deep down, she doesn’t. She knows she’s not fatalist like that, no matter how bad she wishes she were. In the back of her mind, she’s already trying to work out what she could say to the next group to convince them not to play by Yellow Eyes’s rules. To get out of this nightmare place. So far, she’s come up empty. She sniffles and reaches up to wipe away nonexistent tears, more from habit now than actual need. “I don’t know what to do.”

Ava blinks and the world tilts. Or, more precisely the world does not tilt, but she does; leaning back in reflexive surprise when the town she never knew was called Cold Oak is gone, replaced by a small, recognizably metallic room. “What the hell?” She spins in place, nonplussed by the sudden juxtaposition of the wide open, dilapidated town to this tiny, modern cell. Not realizing she was up off the floor proper, Ava’s heel goes over the edge of the platform and slips. She lets out an undignified yelp, warms flying out to her sides and wind milling wildly as she tries to regain her footing. It’s useless and she topples backwards, landing hard on her ass.

Looking up at where she had been standing, she now sees the very futuristic panel that hung above her head. Very outer space retro. “First demons, now aliens,” she says absently, getting back to her feet and rubbing her bruised behind. The only other thing in the room, she sees, is a pedestal on which rests some kind of Blackberry. She ignores this for now, instead focusing her attention on what appears to be a door. Running her hands over the cool, smooth metal surface, she finds no handle or latch. No way she can see to open it.

“So how the heck do I get out?” she asks the empty room in a decidedly disgruntled tone. “Is this round two? Some kind of stupid problem solving challenge?” A bit anticlimactic after what she’d been through, yeah? She turns back to the room, eyes falling on the PDA again. It was the only thing in an otherwise bare room, so it must be important for something. She picks it up and looks it over. “If you think I’m beaming myself out of here, you’re freaking nuts.” She turns the device this way and that. “Phone home.”