What's in the Box?!


What's in the Box?!

Caipora
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Caipora
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Joined: June 15th, 2014, 6:23 pm

June 16th, 2014, 1:20 pm #1

She was floating through the nothing. It was the same today as it had been for... well a long damn time now. She could remember everything, but none of it mattered. She'd been stripped of all her pride and dignity, forced into a contraption of some sort by brutish men who claimed to be soldiers, following the orders of some despicable man in a white coat and glasses, and then she'd been enshrouded in the dark. If time was any indication, she assumed she'd been long forgotten.

Suddenly she feels an unseen presence nearby, obscured by whatever it is that holds her prisoner, and as she had on the rare occasion that it had happened before, she summons all she can muster and sends out a telepathic cry of 'help'.

Her hopes are lifted a moment later, when she feels the presence coming closer, seemingly having heard her. She hears a noise like a buzz or whir, and then suddenly feels very cold.

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“Cold.” Caipora mumbled as she regains consciousness on the floor of the warehouse, the box that had been her prison for more than a decade, lay ripped open a few feet away. She shivers a couple times and her eyes drift open.

She blinks a couple times, unmoving as she stares at the ceiling, and then turns her head slightly to find a shadowy figure standing over her, and snaps up into a sitting position.

“W-who are you?” Caipora stutters, her teeth chattering still from having been submerged in some kind of liquid that had filled the interior of the box. “W-w-where am I?”
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June 18th, 2014, 2:03 pm #2

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June 19th, 2014, 10:25 pm #3

Funny how simply taking a walk could turn into something more. That’s what Oz was doing. Taking a walk through the Sunnydale woods. Familiarizing himself with the terrain and mentally mapping out the quickest routes from his place to others. Well that and sometimes he just liked it out here. Liked wandering among the trees and his own thoughts with no real destination in mind. He reached up snagging a leaf from a low hanging branch as he passed under and idly ran the bit of foliage between his fingers. When a soft breeze brushed against his face he had to pause. “Willow?” Oz looked around for any sign of the red-headed witch but did not see anyone. His nose flared once again taking in that scent mingled with the earthy scents of the woods. Her scent was faint, but not too far off.

Letting his nose lead the way he veered left, her scent growing stronger telling him he was on the right path. He stopped on top a steep bank looking down through the vegetation. A flash of red among the green. There. From this vantage point he saw Willow, his presence seeming unknown to her. She was studying some sort of entrance.

-You can do this Willow- his sensitive ears picked up her soft words. Do what? What was in there. He looked back to the entrance and suddenly it hit. Eyes widened and the hairs on his neck stood on end. “No.” Images flashed through his mind. Unpleasant images. Being dragged from a cell. Being strapped down to a cold metal table. Faces hovering overhead. Something bad was going to happen, they were going to hurt him but he couldn’t get away, couldn’t move. Pain. Pain everywhere. Fire blazing through his nerves. The Initiative.

Oz was pulled back from these memories when he saw Willow about to take a step forward through the entrance. That movement broke him from his trance.
“No!” His shout came through the trees and he rushed forward, half running half sliding down the embankment. He skidded to a stop at the bottom and hurried to Willow concern evident on his face. Seeing the usually stoic Oz even this worked up was unusual. “Where are you going? This place is bad. You shouldn’t be here.” He stopped next to Willow waiting for an answer and it better be a good one. The wolf had half a mind to just grab her, drag her away from this place. If there was a good reason? Well no way was he going to let her go into that place alone.
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June 23rd, 2014, 12:49 pm #4

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June 28th, 2014, 11:15 pm #5

Willow aimed the same question back at him, asking what he was doing here. He had just been out for a walk and was far more worried about what Willow was doing here. So rather than answer her question he simply offered a shake of his head. “You first.” When she offered a soft look he felt himself relax a little, a bit of the worry falling away from his own face. Four years. Had it really been that long? For a moment there on the ridge, when those images flashed through his mind, it seemed like just yesterday. “Just a grave.” He repeated her comment letting out a slow breath.

He followed her gaze to the entrance for a moment before she said her reasoning might be a bit crazy. “Try me.” Oz offered in reply and she went on to tell him about a telepathic call for help. Which could be true. There could be someone trapped in there. Perhaps some nosey wanderer who got themselves stuck. Or a prisoner who was trapped in there this whole time? That thought made a quick shiver run down his back a hand going the beads wrapped around his wrist, fingers grasping at the small wooden objects in search of comfort. To be trapped in that place. For four years. Even without the Initiative soldiers. Of course there was the possibility that this could be a trap. Someone trying to lure those of the magic variety inside with a mock plea for help. Well whatever the outcome Willow would not be going at it alone. “I’ll watch your back.” Oz offered and waited for her to go ahead. She was right she wasn’t the defenseless high schooler anymore. If there were any soldiers down there she would be a force to recon with. Oz himself was not the confused werewolf pup he had been before either.

He followed close behind her. Watching and listening for any thing besides the scurrying rats running from them. When they reached the ladder he kept watch while she took care of the above hatch. Giving a quick look in both directions before following her up. Eyes took in the scene at the floor above. Willow was right it was a grave. Seeing the number of bodies Oz once again felt a sense of guilt for not being here to help. One body caught his attention, a demon leaned back against the wall. Even in the bodies current state of decay he recognized the horned and once brightly blue skinned demon. “I knew him.“ He commented kneeling in front of the body. “He was in the cell next to mine.” Oz had been so drugged up and in pain at the time but he still remembered his blue skinned neighbor. “We talked through the wall. He said.” Oz pause for a moment remembering his neighbors witty remark. “He said don’t be so blue. You’ll be free in no time.” He looked back and saw Willow looking at a box amongst the debris. He stood back up and headed to her side following her gaze to the being locked away inside. “Is she still alive?”

Ears twitched picking up a soft creaking noise from the ceiling above. He looked up just in time to see the ceiling begin to buckle. “Look out!” Arms went around Willows waist and he pulled her back. Using his own body to shield her from the falling debris. A good chunk of the ceiling fell where they were just standing. Bits of concrete and wood raining down onto the box. When the noise stopped he glanced back over his shoulder to the slowly settling cloud of dust. Part of the box still peeking out from underneath.

He looked back to Willow realizing he was still holding her. Heat rushed up behind his ears and he quickly let her go averting his gaze back to the pile of debris. “That was close.“ He went back to the box to start pulling away chunks of the fallen ceiling. Worry that they would find the box smashed crossed his mind but when he was able to wipe some dirt away from the glass he found the box and its occupant still intact. Oz glanced up to the hole now above them and shook his head. “We can’t leave her here.” Moving a bit more debris out of the way he found what looked like the latch to open the small prison looking to Willow he waited for her to give the word to open it.
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July 12th, 2014, 11:46 pm #6

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