tushanshu | Entries tagged with † sabriel

[Sabriel's face appears on the screen, looking as unnaturally pale as ever- and it's clear she's been crying, and has only just stopped, she can't quite keep the wavering out of her voice.]

Has anyone seen Amon? I haven't seen him since I got back from Kithika [He's a grown man. Sabriel knows this, but his continued absence makes her uncomfortable- and she knows well enough what will happen to him once he returns to his world.] And I haven't seen Javert in a while either.

Also, if anyone still has one of those weapons they found in Sinbrilee- Try putting the blade in one of the fire fountains. I think you'll find the results interesting. [It's only fair she shares what she's learned, even if it's something relatively minor.]

Finally, if there's anyone here who has no powers of their own, but would like to learn a useful skill, I'm always willing to teach people how to use Charter Magic. Given recent events, I think everyone ought to learn something that will let them defend themselves if they need it.

[Locked to her students, standard encryption]

I want to teach all of you how to defend yourselves. I know I've taught some of you nonlethal methods- and I want you to keep practicing that- but I also want to teach you how to work with more lethal spells, and more about binding. [It's easier to remain calm when there's something to focus on, rather than thinking about the people who aren't here anymore. She never spoke to Cinna or Javert about it, but she knows Alcuin died back in his world- and Amon will die soon after he returns to his. But Sabriel knows that she needs to deal with the problems in front of her right now- teaching her students and fighting Malicant.] And I encourage you to practice what you've learned with each other. As Charter Mages, we can work more powerful magic when we cooperate and combine our abilities.

And- none of you were hurt during the incident with the fog and the bottle, were you? [Sabriel mentally adds healling magic to the list of things she wants to teach her students.]

backwordscompatible

[For once, Zatanna isn't broadcasting from her room. She doesn't even bother trying to hide the Guilt on her face as she appears on screen, the clear signs of a random cafe in the background. It would have been a stretch to say she hadn't really slept much since returning from the bottle, but she's certainly not taking any joy from the memories playing over and over in her mind.]

[Memories she needed to get away from, if only for a little while. And there was really only one way to do that:]

Does anybody have a place I can stay for a few days?

[By not being in her suite.]

PRIVATE - Korra

Hey.

Thanks for the chocolates. I really appreciate it.

snehjerte

[Anna looks nervous as she switches the feed on, chewing on the corner of her lip and twiddling her fingers. She's been feeling pretty useless lately, especially in light of this miasma-bottle thing. But she's still trying to put her best self forward. She needs to check on her friends and family.]

Um- Hi, everyone! Again. I just thought I should check in, and- I'm okay. Just a little- shocked at everything that's happened lately. [She lets out a nervous little laugh, managing a smile as she brushes back some hair.] I mean, things have been pretty crazy! Everyone said that they would be, but I didn't know it'd be all-- yeesh! You know?

A-Anyway. How's everyone doing? Safe, and not in a bottle, and miasma-less, I hope?

denyamenti

[ While he's purposely activated the console, "Ryou"'s attention seems to be directed offscreen towards the windows, specifically at the black fog that's slowly rolling into the city. ]

Is anyone... ah, I mean... I know there are people here with magic. Is this something that's-- supposed to happen? Thank goodness it isn't coming inside but... what's going on?

naismith

[A man appears on the network of indeterminate age, extremely short-- under five feet tall, easily-- with a slight hunch to his posture and Germanic features. His eyes are sharply alive, bright with challenge. There's no hesitation as he speaks, in a gravelly kind of accent that sounds almost Russian, the words flowing quickly as he makes them up on the spot.

Right now, he desperately needs intel of all kinds, and eventually a spotter to watch him while he uses his seizure inducer. That fact he's assiduously ignoring. He'd checked his neurotransmitter levels this morning, and he has at least three days, even with all the stress of arrival. No, four days, probably. Five. Really, he can go a lot longer without one than the ImpSec medical staff had given him credit for. --Focus, Vorkosigan.]

So. I see you all have quite a neat set up here. Let's not waste time. Who can bring me up to speed, ex tempore? Surely we have more intelligence than "don't say its name" on our bogey man. Since confirmed facts are likely to be scarce, personal accounts would be acceptable.

I'm also taking proposals for getting miserably drunk at the bar, as is traditional in times of drawn out peril. I need someone to drag me home, y'see; alcohol has quite a soporific effect on my constitution. [And Ivan is unfortunately not here to do the dragging. Miles ignores the resulting pang that inspires in him.

Then he hesitates imperceptibly, the memory of his previous catastrophic failure to report his seizures clanging loudly through his brain. No. He can't ignore this, much as he'd like to. The only thing that scares Miles more than never going home is turning into a vegetable, mindless and drooling. He can at least do the preliminary investigation about options.]

Information about local medical facilities would be appreciated as well. They're not all-- er, at this level of technology, are they? [He looks dubious about anyone surviving on that level of medical care, but immediately recovers with a wide, convincing smile.] I'd just like to know preemptively for when I wake up with a skull splitting headache.

bindsthedead

[When Sabriel's face shows up on the screen, it's even paler than normal, and the dark circles under her eyes are clearly visible.]

I need to know if anyone here has any knowledge of the Realm of Death in this world beyond what we were able to find out in Sinbrilee. [A pause.] Please. It will be of considerable help in dealing with the Enemy.

And for those of you who have arrived since it attempted to attack the turtle- do not underestimate it. Do not speak its name. It is every bit as dangerous as you were told it was, and possibly more. And it can corrupt people's minds- or possess them outright. And it is not going to be stopped by guns, or swords, or the simpler forms of magic. We must find a way to destroy or bind it, or it may follow us back to our own worlds, and do there what it has already done here.

We need to keep the turtles safe. They're- they're babies, and they represent this world's best hope for recovery. Aside from the turtle whose shell we stand on, they are the last of their kind.

( Locked to Evandau )

( Locked to Asshole Secret Service )

( Locked to students )

( Locked to Amon )

necrokinetic

[ there is a scrawny, shaggy-haired teen on the screen. he does not look particularly impressed to be on the screen. his hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket and one might wonder if that slight frown is a permanent fixture of his face. ]

What happens to the dead here?

[ out of everything, it's his most pressing question about this place. sure he's had it up to here with being unwillingly trapped anywhere, he's down a 40 ft statue, and there's a million other questions rapidly milling about in his head, but the most concerning thing right now is that lack of a certain presence — one that's almost become a staple in his life. try as he might, he can't seem to sense the underworld, which being a son of hades, is reason enough to worry. (plus there's a distinct lack in his ability to just shadow travel out of here, which he suspects might tie into the whole thing).

making a post hadn't been his first option, but since finding his suite hadn't exactly brought any new information, he'd turned to the console as a resort. ]

I need someone who can answer other questions too. Real answers. [ none of that half-answered, roundabout, dodging of the kedan. preferably the same person who brought him here, but he'll wait to see if that's going to happen as easily as he hopes. ]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel seems to have tidied herself up for this message. Her hair is freshly brushed, and she's a deep blue surcoat, dusted with embroidered silver keys over her clothes. Her voice is solemn and authoritative- particularly for someone who isn't out of her teens yet.]

I'm sure we all know about the Emperor's untimely death, and while I'm not asking you to mourn her if you don't want to. [Because Sabriel wasn't mourning herself. Deeply concerned and sad, yes, but she hadn't exactly been overcome by grief.] But I do ask that you consider what the consequences may be, because I doubt they'll be anything good for those of us who've been brought here. The Enemy is still out there, and even if we're returned to our worlds, it might follow us, once it's murdered Asti. This is something that ought to concern all of us, and we should all be working together to deal with this- this creature.

If you have no... power of your own, but still want to help, I may be able to give you one. [Sabriel raises one hand, tracing a glowing symbol into the air that promptly collapses to a glowing point of light.] Charter magic can be a powerful tool to heal, harm, and bind, and having more magic users to assist in the fight against the Enemy can't be a bad thing. [Of course this also means more people putting themselves in danger fighting Malicant, but that's probably ] I should warn you- Charter Magic takes time to master, and can harm it's users if they attempt to draw on power beyond their skill. And I will be teaching you with the expectation that you will use what I teach you against the Enemy, not just as a hobby or an idle curiosity. [And with another gesture, Sabriel puts out the light that she conjured.] And once you've recieved the power, I cannot take it back- so think carefully before you make this choice.

[Locked to Leonardo and Chekov]

Do either of you have any idea what we should name the turtle? I was thinking something like Eshaiel. [It's hideously uncreative, but Sabriel would have asked if they could name it after her father- if she had any idea what her father's name was.] I'd like- I'd like to give the turtle a good name. Something powerful.

[ooc: More info on Charter Magic Sabriel can only give nonpowered characters Charter Magic, and currently has four students, and three prospective students so there are ~~six~~ three slots remaining.]

hanssome

[ooc: No spoilers for Frozen, jsyk.]

[Despite having been taught how to use the computers and the seeming necessity of doing so, Hans hadn't been quick to make his entrance. He's been observing, trying to get an idea of the sort of people he'll come across here, it's a while before he's entirely ready to begin playing along.

A bright, smiling face will appear on the feed, he's pretty delighted that he's learned how to work the contraption with such ease. He seems a little unsure of how to start, whether he should introduce himself or head straight into the issues here. Instead, he opts for small talk.]

It was very nice of the people here to teach us how to use these, we don't have anything like it where I'm from. [He gives a soft laugh.] I thought I should take the time to introduce myself. I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, but since they aren't here... [He trails off, looking just a bit concerned by that.] Hans, will do.

I haven't been here long, so any information you can provide would be most appreciated..And in turn, if there is any way in which I can assist you, please do not hesitate to let me know. [He can't help bowing his head a little at the computer. He's not really sure if you're meant to bow at them. Royalty could be watching, it seems a safe bet.]

modernized

[Voice (As Terry)]

[There's a small conflicted sound on the feed before any words can be heard. Because...well, this is a conflicting thing to ask and his voice doesn't hide how unsure he feels about even approaching the subject.]

So, I never spoke to the Emperor - I only met her once when I arrived - but from what I gathered a lot of people liked her. If you don't mind indulging me, I want to know why.

[A quick pause.]

--And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stir anything up like that other jerk from a couple days ago. I'm honestly curious. I never saw a reason to like her personally, but I never did speak with her, so I just want to maybe get a little more understanding about what kind of person she is.

[Or was rather, but he picks his words smartly on that front.]

If anyone is willing to share stories about her...or something, if you feel like sharing. I'd understand if it's too hard right now.

[And who knows. Maybe it might help people in mourning to talk about it. It helped him before.]

[Action (As Batman)]

[Tonight there's a small gathering of Kedan in the Wood Sector, as they have a vigil to honor the death of the Ironwood Emperor. While this isn't usually where Terry makes his rounds, he ends up landing onto a rooftop near the proceedings and begins observing the Kedan in mourning. Partly to make sure nothing bad happens to disturb the small gathering, not entertaining even the thought of going down there and joining them, and partly to try and understand the grief the Kedan feel.

He can't admit to being distraught like others, both Kedan and Foreigners. He only met the Emperor once and never exchanged a word with her. There's surprise that she was killed, the security of the palace coming into question if someone could so easily assassinate her, and a natural sadness toward her death. That sadness is, however, no more than what he offers each time there is word of a stranger dying. He's heard of and seen first hand plenty of needless death by now - all part of the business, no matter how grim it is to admit that he's gotten use to it.

So he observes and watches as a wave of paper lanterns float up to the sky, many of them passing up near where he crouches and illuminating his presence in the dark to anyone on ground or around the roofs. Not that he especially cares if someone sees him - more important things to worry about - but he is more focused on the sight. He finds he has to concentrate hard to not get lost in the beauty of the display, regretful as it may be.]

dracobin

[It is well past nightfall when Temeraire appears on the network, his expression exhausted and his posture hunched.

He has spent the bulk of the day flying, trying to dull his--well, it cannot be called grief, when he did not know the Emperor well enough for that, but it must be something close, surely. One cannot win wars without a few losses of one's own, but this is a price unfairly paid: something stolen and not captured on the field of combat. It is the gravest offense imaginable, for a dragon, and there is as much rumbling anger in his voice as there is sorrow when he speaks.]

Given recent events, there is little point in delaying the matter any longer. I do not know what form our enemy will take when it comes to us, but we must be prepared for any possibility, especially now that Eshai's power can no longer keep it at bay.

To that end, I am announcing the formation of the Keeliai Aerial Corps. There is little point in formation-flying when we cannot predict our enemy's movements, but at the very least those of us who can fly must grow used to flying together, and those of us who can fight must be prepared to do so under any circumstances.

Pray provide your name if you are interested; we will meet once a week at the very least, for target-practice and drills, and we might discuss tactics, and new technologies, as well.

If it brings an army with it, we will at least not be caught unawares.

[corresponding OOC signup thread here!]

everylittlegirl

[The video clicks on and Hayley is intentionally out of the frame. The camera is staring at what looks to be an art piece. When she speaks, she sounds distracted and exhausted.]

I found this sort of bronze statue thing? Just like, tell me if it belongs to you or whatever.

[She reaches forward to click over to audio for the various encryptions.]
[60% encrypted to Sabriel]
I bought a book that has symbols like we use for magic. I'm guessing it's yours.

[100% encrypted to Mark]
Why is someone you know purple?

[100% encrypted to Jason Todd]
Bruce Wayne? Seriously?

[ooc: Feel free to backdate threads on this, related to Hayley's attack on Superman, after clearing your character's knowledge with Al. Time became a little ambiguous with hiatuses/etc.]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel is carefully composed as she starts. She's wearing her bell bandolier over a deep blue sweater, and a robed, translucent figure-her Sending- can be seen in the background, sweeping the floor behind her.]

I know that the recent landfall has been very pleasant, despite the cold, but there are a few things I wanted to ask the network. [And Sabriel pulls out a sheet of paper, along with a metal bell, and sets them in front of her. The paper is covered with marks- a careful copy of the strange markings in the snow she found around the metal.]

Has anyone else discovered strange pieces of metal outside of Keeliai? It was in a sort of... snow circle- I made a copy of the symbols, and they look like what I saw in Sinbrilee.

And I also wanted to make an offer. I have a Paperwing- a flying device that can carry one other passenger. If anyone wants to fly to one of the cities in Bresylik, I'd be happy to take them for a small fee.

Finally, I want to ask if anyone else here is a necromancer, or has some training in the art? [Because she hasn't asked it in a while, and she wants to know if there's anyone else who could communicate with the dead- or bend them to their will.]

[Locked to ASS members]

I know Iorveth is no longer here, but I wanted to tell all of you that I may have another source of information- though I don't know how reliable it is.

When the Enemy was making Asti sick, I was part of a team sent out to investigate reports of ghosts attacking people in an old graveyard. Something- if might have been the enemy, began to appear there while we were investigating, but the ghosts drove it off. It turned out to have nothing to do with Asti's illness, and since I didn't have my magic I couldn't do much about the ghosts, but recently I went back to speak with them. [Without realizing it, Sabriel's fingers twitch toward the Dyrim bell in her bandolier.]

I don't entirely trust them, [Mostly because they're Dead.] and I think what they know is rather out of date even if they are being honest, but what I do know is that they aren't kedan, they were all soldiers, and they died fighting the Enemy.

vhaidtluin

The ruler of this place is a female and yet she rules it so completely different than what I'd expect. Everything here is...easy and the rules are...simple.

Does anyone here that has power of any kind rely on any form of deity? And if so, do you still feel a connection to them here? Or just have the powers they gave you?

[So he doesn't really want to know about you personally. He's more trying to work out in advance if any of his sisters or higher born females arrive if they're gonna be bad news.]

everylittlegirl

[There's a small pause. Hayley sighs. Then she speaks, already aggravated.]

How do I get to the clinic?

( Messages to: Bart Allen, Mark Grayson, Thor (MCU), Tony Stark (MCU), Loki (616) )

lostundercover

[There's a short silence before Costigan speaks. When he does, it's probably the most tentative he has ever sounded.]

I can't tell you what happened. I wasn't a part of this world, but now I am again. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I was a spirit, I don't know.

[Another pause. You can hear the frown.]

I need anyone who knows me to contact me.

And I might need a doctor.

bindsthedead

[Sabriel dressed up for this message- she's wearing her mail and surcoat, with a bandolier of seven bells slung over her chest.]

I'm sure we all know by now that we were brought here to fight something... very powerful. And I know that not everyone has the means to do so. [And Sabriel pushes some hair out of her face, revealing the faint mark on her forehead, and she draws a symbol in the air, the lines glowing briefly before collapsing into a single point of light.]

I am a Charter Mage, and I have the power to baptize others into the Charter, giving them the ability to draw on it to cast magic. Charter Magic can be used to heal and protect, as well as bespell items and create bindings. I believe that having more people who are able to use it will help in dealing with what we're here to face.

I want to warn any potential students that magic is not a toy, and that once given, a baptism cannot be undone. Being careless with it can be dangerous, and there will be consequences if I find anyone abusing it.

Also, for those more interested in theory than practice, I teach a class at the school.

[ooc: And now for the details. Sabriel can only give magic to characters that don't already have powers- there are five slots remaining, further info is here.]

enticingly

[There’s a handsome young man sitting in front of the console in a really tight t-shirt that shows off pretty much every muscle in his chest. For the moment, his eyes are a dark blue, and there’s a brooding look on his face. When he crosses his arms over his chest, people can see the leather gloves he’s wearing.

Jonah hasn't really wanted to use this thing, but he can recognize the advantage of being able to talk to people without actually being around them.] I have a couple of questions. First, is there a dry cleaners around here, or does anyone know how to get blood out of denim? Second, gloves. Where is the best place I can get a few pairs? Third, I’m in search of a sword. Any will do at the moment.

[His jaw clenches for a second, shoulders tense.] Another thing. If the words ‘Anchorage’, ‘savant’, or ‘weirstones’ means anything to you, let me know.

ironwood

[Eshai looks, for lack of a better word, like hell. She's been holed up in her palace, but oh, she has not been idle, and the dark bruises beneath her eyes tell a story of sleepless nights and candles burnt at both ends. Her elbows are braced on the desk, and the style of her clothing is very much severe and lacking in ornamentation, her sleeves are rolled to her biceps.

She gives the camera a glare, and then reaches up to tuck a wisp of graying hair behind one ear.]

I've expanded and strengthened the barrier. I don't yet have the exact dimensions, so if anyone who can fly or swim would like to do some exploring for me, I would consider it very much a-- [her mouth ticks into a firm, unhappy frown] -- personal favour. It should extend down to the ocean floor, and upwards nearly to the mesosphere. Outward directions are where I lack the most data, but any measurements are helpful.

I will not mince words. Our enemy has gained a foothold in Keeliai. It's my hope that this will keep it at bay a while longer. Additionally, this will allow us greater access to the mainland areas we come in contact with. Asti, [Her expression shows her displeasure at the populace now knowing and freely using that name.] is headed for colder waters, but with the increased scope of the barrier, we'll be seeing land more often. Those of you who can fly, or design mechanical boats or flying crafts, you should be on the lookout for any opportunities. With the creature freed, and wreaking havoc among the realm of Life, you can expect to see war and destruction wherever we make contact with the outside. Be prepared for it.

[Someone off screen hands her a cup of something that steams faintly, she takes it with a nod of thanks, but does not drink.]

As I'm certain some of you've been whispering about in dark corners, no. You are not the first group of individuals I've brought to Keeliai. The kedan were the first, that was centuries ago. There have been other sets of heroes. The last time was when Sinbrilee sank, and I thought...

[Her brow creases. She takes a drink, now, of that steaming beverage.]

Perhaps the enemy was defeated at that time. Eighteen months ago, I was proven incorrect. You may not be here because you want to be or would otherwise choose to be, but the enemy will not stop with Konryu. It has tarried here, because the life energy provided by the Great Turtles satiates it like nothing ever has. It wants Asti, but once it's killed him, it will move on to other worlds. Across the fabric of space and time, it will come to where each of you live in turn. It may be centuries before you're born, or millennia after you've died, but it will come. You want to know why you're here? That's why. We are making a stand. I have done my best to keep you safe, but believe me when I say your lives are insignificant compared to Asti's, and if what it takes to stop our enemy is the blood sacrifice of each and every one of you, I will do it unflinching.

But if you survive, by some miracle, I have put certain... failsafes in place, that will send each of you home. This assumes that I do not survive the coming battle. Should I, I will return each of you to your homeworlds personally. You have my word. If we all die, well. It renders the consideration moot. Bodies are in rather short supply after the destruction of our cloning facilities, so to those of you assuming recklessness is the answer, consider this. When you die here, it falls to me to anchor your soul and bring you back. And there are those among you that have done little to endear yourselves to me. Sell your lives dearly if you must, but do not be fools.

And for the love of turtles, if any of you so much as think to ask me the same useless million questions because you cannot think to collaborate or share your knowledge, I will keelhaul those responsible. I trust we understand one another.

[IC ADDENDUM]

I was reminded, the barriers will now glow the nearer you get to them. It benefits all of us if no one manages to drown. The colour will be different for everyone, so be on the lookout for it.

[ooc note: The barrier is now roughly fifty miles out horizontally, so feel free to ICly shuck that knowledge around]

bindsthedead

[Sabriel looks almost the same as she always does- unless you look closer. Sabriel's Charter Mark seems to have vanished. To say she looks distressed would be putting it mildly.]

If anyone has suddenly found a strange mark on your forehead, I need to speak with you. Particularly if you've suddenly started feeling when living things die.

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