[ #disastertwins catchall post ]

[lonicera]

[ hello stranger. welcome to the post where there will be MAYHEM created with both canon and au versions of the Frye twins, because we're geet organised and want to keep all of our fooling around in one place and all that. there will be so many #shenanigans. ]

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[misterfrye]

[ he nods at what she's saying, whether nor not she's looking at him. not knowing the motive is one of those things that turned around to bite him once before, and he'd rather not repeat the experience. the bigger picture does matter, and so do the details, and he's not enough of a fool to ignore them anymore.

despite his wariness, the tableau before them startles him into straightening, gesturing at the scene in confusion. ] Even we can't actually vanish in a cloud of smoke. There has to be something.

[ some kind of explanation. Keylock was supposed to vanish without a trace, but all he had was a rope launcher. the Shroud was supposed to make people immortal, but even that wasn't as good as it promised to be. no, there has to be some explanation. Jacob starts looking around, starts looking closer. there are still traces of the people on the items that belonged to them, the seats they sat in. whisper thin and barely there. and then... nothing. ] This doesn't make sense.

[ he's just looking around a carriage that veered very close to the edge, when he spots something that makes still less sense. ]

Evie... you should see this. [ what this is, he's not even sure. just that in their other vision, the water near the centre of the bridge makes a swirling, even pattern of red and black. he's no longer quite convinced he hasn't gone mad already. ]

[lonicera]

[ something could still be a thing beyond their understanding, Evie wants to argue. yes, most of their investigations into so-called supernatural events with the Ghost Club had turned up much more mundane solutions than it would first appear, but she still has plenty of questions about one encounter... ]

Doesn't Spring-Heeled Jack ring a bell? Your second encounter with him involved an awful lot of vanishing in clouds of smoke and unanswered questions, the way you told it at the pub.

[ Evie gets to her feet once more, beginning her own inspection of the scene on the opposite side of the bridge to her twin. the picture painted here is much the same; echoes of people who don't seem to have left by normal means.

she frowns. Jacob's right; it doesn't make sense. she wonders, fleetingly, if perhaps they truly have come across something genuinely paranormal this time. as unlikely as it may be, Evie prefers that possibility a great deal more to another more unsettling that's crossing her mind - that their enemies have somehow figured out a way to confound their other sight. she decides to keep that thought to herself for now. ]

What? What is it? [ she turns and crosses back over to her brother, peering over the edge of the bridge. what she sees makes her rub her eyes and look again, just to make sure she's not imagining it. ]

Jacob. What in the world are we looking at?

[misterfrye]

[ from a distance, she can't see him roll his eyes. to this day he wishes she had been the one to go after that particular apparition. ] Yes well, even he left footprints. And the smoke was nowhere near as persistent as this fog.

[ he has to agree that he'd much rather be dealing with some supernatural nonsense at the moment, however, if the alternative is that someone has found a way to hide things even from this sense of theirs. he points, as soon as she gets there, wordless.

part of him is comforted by the fact that it doesn't seem he's gone mad after all, or else they share a connection in madness as in clarity. at her question he only looks at her helplessly. ] I was hoping you'd have an idea. No matter what it is, we might get a better look from over there.

[ farther along the bridge, above the thing. and after an uncharacteristically unsure look at Evie, he starts heading that way. ] If that's the origin of the fog... [ then he still hasn't a clue what they're looking at. ]

[lonicera]

I've never heard of anything like this before. [ flattering, though, that he hoped she'd know something. she won't forget that. or let him forget it, more to the point.

she falls into step with him as they make their way across the bridge, glancing back every so often to the swirling vortex beneath them. ]

If it is the origin of the fog, then we ought to get down there somehow to take a closer look at it. Maybe someone's put something in the water. Some sort of agent that causes the fog as a reaction? [ goodness knows there are enough foul things mixed in with the Thames river water that could react adversely if someone with the right knowledge wanted to make it happen...

not that that explains the strange pattern in their other vision. she's never seen anything like that before. ] We could at least get a sample of the water for testing. Henry might know someone who can uncover its secrets.

[ when they reach the centre of the bridge, she stops, gazing down through the thick fog at the river below. it's much easier to hear it lapping against the arches of the bridge than to see it without the aid of her other sight, but standing almost directly above it, she can feel all her hair standing on end. ]

[misterfrye]

[ he isn't too proud to admit that she knows more than him. it's the idea that it matters that he denies most of the time. ]

Maybe. But then wouldn't it be flowing downriver? Whatever it is must be anchored here, somehow.

[ getting a sample to someone who can perhaps make more sense of it than they seems sensible. Jacob looks around them, scanning the area, before he follows his twin's gaze down again. The pattern is the same, less twisted now from the angle, just slightly mesmerizing to look at, and unsettling for how it defies all reason, being there. ... or maybe for other reasons as well, but he can't name them, so he won't try. ] Whatever we're doing, I'm not getting in that water.

[ because that's disgusting. ]

[lonicera]

[ he's right, she realises, and scolds herself for missing something so obvious. there is no sign of anything being carried along by the current. just that swirling vortex beneath them, and a blanket of fog thicker than ever choking the air around them. more things that simply don't add up with one another. Evie scowls. ]

Agreed - on both counts. [ and then the scowl morphs into the most scrunched-up face of disgust imaginable at the idea of getting into the water. the smell alone is enough to put one off. ] But one of us is going to have to get a lot closer if we're to collect a sample.

[ she hops up onto the top of the ledge protecting pedestrians from an untimely fall into the foul waters of the Thames, trying to gauge things like hand- and foot-holds. though truth be told, she's of a mind with Jacob about this. she absolutely does not want to risk falling into that river. ]

Hm. [ she eyes the rope launcher on her gauntlet critically. ] What if we made use of the rope launcher as an anchor somehow?