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Emitter: Leif
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Leif seeks out the Trickster to learn why he's brought back the Plagues of Christmas.
Over time...
The Nevernever
Within the Ways, or Leif's perception of the Ways, the environment resembled an ever-changing forest, dark and inscrutable. Instead of being season-less and neutral, the path before him was covered in snow. "Snow on the Ways. Seriously? Well, they gave me their full Blessing, so time to get started." Leif wasn't currently the usual lazy playboy seen around Beacon Hills. He was radiating the power of Spring, the snow melting at his feet. With a sigh, he lowered his protections, as there was only one way to follow the Trickster. As his shields lowered, music began to play and Leif's voice pierced the Silence.
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya ,get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya!
Leif walked through the ways, popping in and out of the "real" world, Faërie, and other places at a steady pace, snapping his fingers to the song, getting closer to his source, seeing the beginnings of the other Plagues, those that hadn't hit the mortal world yet.
I will walk past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around
Things were getting darker, both in illumination and general atmosphere, and in time with the song Leif was outside the "place" he suspected that the Trickster had to be staying, but true to the song no one seemed to be home, so he continued, feeling other Plagues begin to form again. Some he avoided, some he didn't.
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'll get ya, I'll get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, ah!
Things were darker now, and his outfit had changed from his usual green, medieval fare to a dark red leather jacket with "Ho, Ho, Ho!" bedazzled on the back in rhinestones, dark green jean pants, and other changes. He also now had a candy cane in one hand and was gesturing with it as he walked, looking one moment at least a year or two younger than he had before, another moment surrounded by echoing images of the past, or other manifestations of the Plagues that had come before.
And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your trail downtown
See who's hangin' out
Finally, he caught sight of the actual Trickster, but they were getting deep in Winter now, and their surroundings were darker than ever, verging on just plain weird. Things that, if they hit the mortal world, might very well shatter reality, at least for a time, were being slowly transformed, taking the forms of various Plagues. It was almost as if the Plagues, somehow, were turning the horrific and lethal into the merely irritating and moderately unpleasant.
Then, another voice queued up, snarky and a lot more powerful than the blonde twink whose green pants were now much darker, almost black, and now made of leather. The Trickster was in a perfectly normal outfit, for him anyway, with jeans and a Holiday-themed Hawaiian-style shirt -- perhaps out of shere contrary-ness -- as he lead the young scion on a merry chase.
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip!
They were very deep within Winter now, the snow now naturally intense even as he walked in and out of the Ways. But a third voice could then be heard. Something darker and softer, the words almost felt rather than heard.
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food
Get lost in the crowd...
The plague of song seemed to be stretching, as if not even able to shift the words appropriately, and the voice had a truly sinister ring to it, dark and powerful.
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
One way or another, I'm gonna get ya (where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
I'll get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya!
Then, all three voices joined together for the last chorus, the Trickster and Leif now circling each other in the darkest part of Winter with an ominous voice surrounding them. The Trickster still seemed to be spinning the darkness into the Plagues, which seemed like positively fluffy bunnies in comparison. Then, the music ended, and the Trickster walked over and patted Leif on the back, who by this point was dressed in dark green booty shorts with a red leather crop top and a ridiculous Christmas sweater, worn like a jacket drapd from his shoulders. As the Trickster vanished again, a name appeared, spelled out across the seat of Leif's shorts in red rhinestones. Leif, however, didn't notice, and with a snap of his fingers dispelled the effects of the plagues on himself, returning his clothes to normal with that vital clue unseen.
Glaring at the air where the Trickster had been, Leif declared, "You *might* not be the bad guy, here. Might. But you're still a dick."