milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ed the master shark

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

it_has_teeth

[OOM: And in the end, Ed swims alone into the dark.]

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

First, there is goodbye.

And then farewell.]

nita_callahan

[Tonight, while Yuna dances, Nita watches, and remembers.]

it_has_teeth

There is ice on the lake; winter always brings ice, though the cold of the water here is far less than that of the crushing deeps of the Sea.

Ed knows.

Ed remembers.

And, as always, Ed circles.

There is little enough else for him to do.

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

After speaking with Ed, Yuna pays a difficult call on Captain Jack Sparrow.]

it_has_teeth

[OOM: Out by the lake, Ed at last meets someone of an almost like mind.]

nita_callahan

It's November. It's getting chilly in New York.

So when Nita enters the bar, she's already in a warm jacket, and she figures she may as well head outside.

Where she stops and blinks at the lake.

"There is a ship!"

(Yeah, Nita hasn't been outside much lately.)

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

It's definitely colder out here than the last time she was here, and Yuna's not going to swim tonight. But it's still not cold enough to a Spiran metabolism to drive her inside, bare shoulders or not, not while there are drifts of crunchy, spicy-smelling leaves to stomp through.

Sometimes Yuna is, in fact, very young.

river_meimei

The days are getting shorter, and colder. It's well into autumn now, and before too long it'll be too chilly to be comfortable without heavy jackets and boots.

Maybe that's why River's meandering along the lakeshore now, a flame-red maple leaf in one hand.

She'll go in later, and have cider by the fire, and warm up. Even with boots and one of Simon's old sweaters, her fingers are chilly. But not just yet.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM: Out on the Pearl]

Wellard meets up with Jack Sparrow out on the lake, and a few things are carefully discussed.

pirate_jack

It's been a few days. Jack's spent most of the time up until now sorting through the debris-- sometimes with help-- and salvaging what there was to salvage.

There's both more and less damage than he'd expected.

At the moment, though, there's enough food in stores for a month or more, especially now that he's the only one in need of it. Thanks to Alanna's gift, a much more horrible lack's been remedied, as well-- and if he needs anything more, the raft now moored to the sea-ladder below will make it easier for him to reach shore.

He's not set foot on land yet, not since his arrival, and doesn't look too inclined to try it any time soon. At the moment, chart after chart's been laid out on the quarterdeck to finish drying, weighted down with scraps of wood and pieces of rope, and Jack's taking advantage of the warm afternoon to go over every bit of paper that's left.

Given the partial cloud cover, he's dragged a lantern up from the cabin to the deck, and is using its steady white light to scrutinize what looks to be a document of some sort.

balletrat

[OOM: Millitimed to earlier this week, Meg and Amy go on a picnic. Warning for possibly illegal use of unlicensed magic carpets. Scenes involving dangerous wildlife may not be suitable for very young viewers.]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Two years, huh?

Thom sits at the edge of the lake, just far enough back not to get his feet wet. Because those boots were expensive. Like everything else he's wearing tonight. Everything he's wearing is also black; as if he were going to a funeral.*

argyle_princess

[OOC: Not really OOM, but OMG slowtimed a bazillion years (or 12 days): Hannah and Wellard discuss history, technology, and how to escape sharks. With a special guest appearance totally given away by the tags.]

argyle_princess

It's less and less of a surprise to find herself here.

And while it's still not the best place to study, it beats the hell of out staying in her room and hoping Hilary won't break out the flash cards again.

So, Hannah, in the bar, absently reading a history book and drinking a latte.

blue_ajah

Shortly before sunset, Moiraine had come downstairs and gone quietly out the door to the lake. From time to time, a particularly observant or sensitive patron might well have noticed a flicker of golden or silver light near the edge of the building, or by the greenhouse, or at the fringes of the forest.

Sunset had turned into deep dusk, and now night has fallen. The Aes Sedai is still outside, gliding noiselessly over the grass under the dark of the moon. Silver fire sparks from her fingertips as she tests possibilities and considers threads.

Frequently, her gaze flicks upward as she scans rooftops and skies and the branches of trees.

it_has_teeth

Outside it is cool, and quiet, and dark.

Well, mostly dark.

A vast white fin is circling in the lake, water rushing quietly around it.

It is a good night for swimming.

it_has_teeth

In the lake, something is stirring.

Or more specifically, someone.

Ed cuts through the water smoothly, the stark white of his fin silhouetted sharply against the night sky.

He makes very little sound.

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake a shark is circling, fin white and gleaming in the moonlight.

It is a pity the water is not warm enough for swimming, yet.

Ed is generally appreciative of company.

As it is he merely swims, body slicing through the water, silent and sure.

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake a pale shape is swimming.

Occasionally some part of it breaks the surface, gleaming palely through the dark water.

Other times it is only a faint hint of movement under the ice.

jack_f_twist

A man could go just about stir-crazy, staying inside all day and with no work to busy his hands, which is why Jack is sitting out by the lake, comfortable on an old stump, smoking. He'd watched the skies fade, lavender to navy, while the air chilled, tossing pebbles into the open water where the ice had melted, and now he blows a cloud of smoke up at the stars, smiling to himself.

Might be considering going inside. Then again, it's a damn nice night.

it_has_teeth

Outside in the lake, under the thin layer of surface ice, a vast white shape is circling.

Come close enough and it's possible to distinguish Ed, a flash of movement where there shouldn't be any, a white shadow.

He's the Pale Slayer for a reason.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al sits on a rock, out by the frozen lake. From the look of the frost forming on him, he's been there for some time. In fact, it's probably best not to get too close to that much frozen steel. You might not come off at all.

So, just in case someone was getting ideas, plz to not be licking the suit of armor. You might lose your whole tongue.

Besides, then Al would have to stop admiring the pretty view, and that would be sad.