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Dolan The answer takes so long that Dolan isn't even sure the voice is still there. He's about to repeat himself when it finally answers. Not a god. Do you have a name at all? You are not like them, but you are of -- how would you even say it? -- the same species? His mind is of two halves. On the one, he recognizes the emotion the voice spoke with, recognizes its denial of being like those other spirits. The other recognizes only the usefulness of having contact with one of these spirits. The similarity, even if the voice would deny it, still has the potential to be exploited. It does not take long for one side to win out over the other. Do you know how they can be fought? How we can protect ourselves from them?
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Dolan "Maybe they got to sleep soundly," Dolan says. "Whatever attacked us has probably left, letting them sleep normally." It made sense. Scavenger spirits being attacked by a god would probably not stick around very long unless they were more desperate or ill than he gave them credit for. "I'm fine. Just trying to rest and make sense of things. I don't think what happened here is connected to what happened with the refugees, but..." he pauses a moment, thinking. "What happened there was strange, and I don't like coincidences."
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Another long silence, and then a tentative, No name. I... don't use... names... she pauses again, another flare of warmth coming to Dolan's skin. We are- spirits. We live here. We fight here. At least most of us. You fight with your... will? I think you say. She lapses into silence again, audibly nervous. A smaller cloud floats by. A mule is on it, and is grazing on the cloudstuff with every impression of happiness. --- Lette's particular hope of sanctuary is dashed rather quickly, as the apparitions around her begin efficiently hauling wood from the pile as she screams at them- forbearing comment as Gil continues to sob, alone. Lette can feel those memories, that realization that she's just dreaming, try to slip away from her conscious mind like a slimy fish, wriggling to escape. "It's a disappointing girl," Lette's mother croons, "that's so hateful to her own parents." The last log is hurled away from Lette, forms pressing in all around to stop her from escaping once more. "You've already started to see," Hannah murmurs. "The magic's all around you, power's all around you. All you have to do is reach out at make it dance to your song, Lette." One hand reaches down, and begins gently stroking the back of her head just as her real mother always used to do. "Gil hasn't started yet, but you have. I wish you'd come with us instead of him... but we have plenty of time for all that, dear-" Lette's walking among the ruins of the cottage again. The others are gone. There's only one other in the cottage- and it's Lette. A corrupted, twisted, gray-skinned Lette. Her hair hangs down her shoulders, her eyes are the same, but the same elegant, graceful, hideous form has changed all else. Smiling widely, Lette looks at herself, reaching up to stroke her chin in a familiar gesture- and says, "If you don't want to join the rest of your family, why do you keep coming back here? We both know you're... curious. And all that magic feels so right when you call it through that lyre of yours. And it does have to be yours, doesn't it, 'sister'?" She licks her lips, black tongue another reminder that it was some twisted reflection of Lette. "I know why. You've just started to learn. But if you hate the idea of becoming me so much, why don't you... fight back?"
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Lette They peeled at the woodpile, evidently needing considerably less effort to breach it than she had. She recoiled from the thing's touch, but had no more space to back away. Her thoughts were a muddle — the certainty she had grasped momentarily was suddenly a haze, a whirlwind of what-ifs and transient emotions. What had that certainty been? Dream? But this revulsion, the speech, its foul touch, was more real than anything she could call to mind. Almost as if everything else had been the dream. She blinked, standing in the ruins. If she tried, she could almost trace the events that led her there... was that sensible? Which part might be Lette fooling herself? Her eyes widened at the sight of the very not-Lette whom might hold blame for any such deception. As the gray one spoke, Lette found herself growing sick, repulsed by her twisted reflection. "Come here? I've been... I came here...?" Again, there was the sense that all of this was very wrong, that something occluded a more sensible explanation. Clearly, this is where she sets out to chase Gil. Why was she 'back'? It spoke again of her family, and of magic, magic and the lyre. That much was plain. But when had that started? The confusion, the cloudy-headedness was too much. It came to be that all she could focus on was how utterly she loathed the creature standing before her, such that when it finally invited her to fight back, she barely gave it the chance to complete its question before swinging viciously for its face. Brawling 11, god this is probably useless
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Lette's fist lashes out- but her doppelganger isn't where she thought it was, having inexplicably shifted a foot to one side while Lette wound up for the punch. The gray-skinned thing lashes out with a sharp kick to Lette's shins, but she manages to awkwardly hop away with her arms pinwheeling for balance. "That all you can do?" The grayskin sneers. "Pick up your lyre and show me who you want to be, Lette!" Sure enough, the lyre is laying, unnoticed, at Lette's feet. "Or are you just angry that you know Mom and Dad love me more than they'll ever love you?" The other girl spits.
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Lette Who Lette wanted to be? She had the sense that she had been discussing that recently in the darkness of camp, thinking about it in a tavern. Through the puzzling mists flooding her mind, she could not recollect magic being considered in either case. Lette glared at her counterpart, fists balled. "They can have you," she said, finally. Scooping up her lyre, she spoke again, more calmly: "But since you insist..." She began to play a song she had played countless times: a soft, delicate lullabye. The third song she'd learned. One that had lulled a younger Gil to sleep any number of times. It had no words she knew of, but she hummed along with it. Was it magic that made the song work? She doubted it. It was as simple a thing as had ever been contrived, and perhaps all the more elegant for it. Lyre 14 Aeolius fucked around with this message at 21:31 on Apr 21, 2012 |
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With anger in her heart, Lette begins to play the achingly familiar melody- but here, now, she can feel the magic woven in the melody as well. There's power there she'd never dreamed of- "Yes," the other girl hisses. "You can feel it, can't you?" She yawns. "It's magic... it's all magic. It's what we were born to... do..." she yawns again, before shaking her head with a sparkle in her eye. "Good! But you won't put me to sleep as easily as Mom always put you to sleep. And if you're leaving Mom and Dad, giving up on them- I'll be happy to be their daughter instead of you." She grins, and picks up her own lyre, strumming it experimentally and giving Lette a sidelong leer.
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Lette Another glare. A discordant note entered the melody. And another. Maybe Lette didn't know what she wanted. Were those really her parents? Could they be rescued? Or were they just deceptive spirits, as she had thought? She had no answers. The only thing that she knew, beyond any shade of possible doubt, was that she had nothing but contempt for the creature before her. Its very existence was an affront, and every move it made seemed calculated for the explicit end of extinguishing hope. Gilbert, her parents, her own thoughts were threatened in ways she never could have imagined by the mere dint of this thing's existence. Real, a dream, it didn't matter. She clenched her jaw. It wanted to see her fight back. She would do everything she could to ensure that was the last thing it ever saw. She hammered a fully dissonant chord, then another. Fanning the fire in her heart, she translated with trembling hands a melody she could hear around her, in the air. But she transposed it - where it spoke of the coolness of the air around her, of the gentle breeze, she played sparks and ash, jarring and stinging notes that caused her eyes to water. She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling starved for oxygen. Exhaling, a wisp of smoke left with her breath. She inhaled again. She slapped the wood of the lyre with her palm, causing every string to hum, and leaned forward, ready to share her rage and loathing with her wicked doppelganger. She exhaled. Wild Talent: Breathe Fire (Magic, p. 76). 4 FP, 4d+4. Effective skill 14. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 01:38 on Apr 22, 2012 |
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"THAT!" the gray Lette crows, hearing the music as it picks up. "Touch the magic- touch your rage!" She insists, staying still and playing along with Lette, giving her accompaniment. The tune builds, Lette plucking strings with her fingers moving without conscious thought. She can feel the music swimming around her in angry, greasy-feeling streams, and somehow without using her hands she understands how to corral them- to begin weaving them with her mind in the shape she wants them to take, and then bringing it down into her lungs. The song goes on, and heat builds in her chest. Her gray doppelganger is staring upwards while still playing, lost in rapture- and then, driven by anger, with all the hate in her heart for this mockery of herself, Lette exhales. --- As though responding to Lo'el and Alec's desire for a campfire, there's a sudden burst of light and heat as Lette exhales a dragon-like stream of fire. Fortunately, her head's lolled to one side and not pointed at anyone- still, it sets quite a few stalks of corn to burning. Lette herself seems unchanged, aside from having just torched a few square feet with a breath. --- The doppelganger melts away, burning rapidly without a scream of pain as the flames touch her. Lette's still at the cabin. It's still ruined. But she is alone, and she can still feel the magic's pattern all around her. The world looks different inside her dream. She's stronger- everything seems more vivid through her new eyes. Everything alive, the plants, a bird, almost glows with energy; she can see the few things left unbroken in her home, and they too seem to shine dully with the residual of all the affection she and her family had put into them. Overhead, stormclouds begin to gather- but Lette is still alone.
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Lo'el He springs to his hooves, blanket flying from his shoulders to the ground, as the sudden eruption of flame lights up the camp. Dashing over with Alec, he stares, dumbstruck, at the burning stalks and turns back to look at Lette. "D-did she just-? Gods!" Alec seems to do a better job at keeping his wits about him and shouts orders to which the faun hastily complies. Rather then waste time for a bucket they likely did not have, he does the next best thing and kicks up a mound of dirt with his hooves before scooping it up and throwing it on the stalks. "W-we should wake her! Do you have water?"
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Lo'el throws the dirt onto the fire, stomping out stubborn flareups where he can; while still in the zone of slightly blackened dirt, out of the side of his eyes he can see a few embers and a plume of black smoke trail from Lette's peacefully sleeping face. There wasn't much actively burning, at least, even if there's still some menacing looking smoldering. --- Lette knows the cabin, even mostly smashed, as well as anyone else could. Now she can see the pattern to the destruction. It wasn't just the pretty things they smashed, but all the things that were- important to the family. Little was spared, and what had been connected only tenuously to the family's past; despite that it faintly glowed to Lette's eyes. Rain began to fall, and the cool water felt wonderful on Lette's head. It also filled the air with a misty blue haze, as the elements passing through each other interacted with slight bleedoff of magic. Part of Lette wonders, given this, how pretty a thunderstorm would be. The cabin seems deserted; there's nobody she can see inside, outside, or as far as the treeline.
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Lo'el He gives Alec a pure look of confusion in-between his hurried tossing of dirt. "Not wake her? Did you not see, Alec!? She just caused this and could very well be in danger in her dreams because of it. Regardless, if this fire should spread, the others will need to be woken as well." He was more then certain that a sudden eruption and spread of fire across the field would be a decent cause to wake the others. "Can you see to this? I do not want her to risk a repeat of...whatever it is that she did to cause this." Tossing one last good handful of dirt onto the flames, he dashes quickly over to Lette and grabs her by the shoulders, fiercely trying to shake her awake.
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Isit "I prefer the mule's company, he doesn't constantly insult my country, then expect to be treated like a princess for it. I'm sure his lands are full of people that poo poo candy, and farm rainbows. He wouldn't be half bad if he wasn't on about how awful the people here were every time he opened his mouth. I hope he's a decent fighter at least, seemed to be able enough in the last fight, that may be his saving grace." Shrugging, she pats her bow. "Course I didn't do well with the centaurs either, Lette surprised me with how level headed she was, and Lo'el tried talking too much, but otherwise was fine. Martin I have no complaints about. What about you? Did your magic leave you that last fight? No offense meant, just curious."
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Alec Cherusci "Are you mad? Lette breathing fire? Surely there is just an arrow or some tricky from those in the darkness, if she is breathing fire then lets wake her." Alec turns around and sees Lor'El shaking Lette without her responding, and groans at what he must do next. "Lor'El stand back, I hate to do this, but we can't dip into our reserves of water for this. Alec sings the song he had before to fill his waterskin this time, it is hushed and soft tones. Alec focuses over Lette's face. Casting Create Water 13 over Lette's Head, 2 FP
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Lette It was gorgeous! The precious things, the love invested in them — even if not directly, but through the moments they witnessed — tugged at Lette's heart. Of course they would destroy the objects associated with memories, first. History, it seemed, was a threat to them. ...But the lights, the colors, it was all unlike anything she'd ever seen, let alone in a dream. So subtle, yet profound. She had to see more. She had to see all she could behold. She inhaled deeply, feeling the air pass into her, then back out. That was her new song. A melody as light as the air itself, to see what it beheld. Wild Talent: Casting Walk on Air, ES 14. Going up for a better view of everything!
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In his haste, Alec's spell gets slightly tangled up- no water appears over Lette's head, who by all appearances is quite peacefully sleeping normally if you don't pay attention to the char marks in front of her face or the slight trace of soot at the corner of her mouth. Lo'el keeps on shaking the girl, until he slowly realizes that he's... no, he's not getting shorter. Lette is starting to levitate off the ground. --- Only a few notes- and those she was able to whistle. The magic rushed to do her bidding, to serve Lette as its master. Her feet found air as solid as earth, with a slight blue glow of magic underfoot holding her up. She took the impromptu stairs quickly, rising and rising off the ground. She could see the clearing laid out under her, glowing trails marking each mouse, each insect under her feet- of course, from above, even a human could look like an insect. Further afield, the forests glowed with energy as did the clouds overhead in a multicolored symphony of sensations. Somehow, none of it obscured the physical. Instead, she simply sees the magic strung out in lines and clouds as a translucent overlay over everything. A laugh bubbles up from her throat without conscious thought. --- Fenton looks over at Isit and brays noncommittally before going back to his grazing.
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Lo'el If his eyes were wide before, they were certainly in danger of completely popping out of his head now. "A-Alec!?" He steps back instinctively from Lette as she begins to rise from the ground, before suddenly realizing that it could cause a great deal of problems if should be allowed to...float any higher. "We must wake her now!" He flings his arms out and wraps his hands around each of Lette's ankles, trying desperately to keep the girl on the ground where she belonged.
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Lette Breathtaking. She turned in place, scanning the horizon before looking up, to receive more of the glorious raindrops. All of the tension, all of the fear and uncertainty faded, as the rain painted her its particular shade of life in ethereal brushstrokes. In the midst of her excitement, Lette ceased turning, and started spinning, reveling in everything. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 01:08 on Apr 22, 2012 |
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Dolan "He's capable, I think. granted I only saw some of the fight. Enough to see that the nobleman does know how to use that blade of his," Dolan offers. "No offense taken. If you had tried to loose an arrow and nearly killed yourself I'd be asking the same. It did leave me, I think." Or it was taken. "Magic is a capricious bitch, dancing at your beck and call one moment and then killing you the next. It doesn't help that the combat training I have is more tailored to fighting men than horses with assholes at both ends."
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Lo'el's weight slows down Lette's ascent markedly, but soon enough he's standing on the tips of his hooves and straining to not be pulled aloft along with Lette.* Alec finds himself unable to get to Lette's head, so he settles for yelling his head off from the ground. None of the other sleepers seem to stir, and- if anyone else is listening- what they think of the sudden commotion goes unknown. Lette begins rotating slowly, swirling Lo'el beneath her as he gamely tried to keep the young woman from going completely out of reach entirely. --- Midway through her spin, with triumph and giddy pleasure surging through her brain, Lette hears her own voice whisper in her ear. "Now can you see? This is what you were born for. What I was born for. You're learning who you are..." Lette's hands, outside her own control, shape some of the magic around her into forming a still puddle between her hands, and looks at herself. Perhaps unsurprisingly, a gray, smooth, inhuman face smiles back. The mirror's dismissed, and Lette says, "So much better to be together, isn't it? We're one now. I knew you'd be easier to persuade you to see it my way once you... saw it my way." She begins striding purposefully back to the ground, Lette suddenly a helpless prisoner inside her own deformed body. "Mom and Dad are going to be so happy to see me. Maybe not Gil so much, but he'll come around. Just like you-" --- Lette's eyes snap open. It's nighttime, and someone's holding onto her ankles; this may be related to the fact that she's a good two yards off the ground and spinning gently. Not as high as she was in the dream, but enough- and the faint smell and taste of ash and soot shows in her mouth as well. The magic vision is gone, here, though there is still a faint sense of something being... different, about the world. A quick and furtive look shows both that she's in control of her own body, and that her skin is the proper shade instead of a chalky gray. Oh, and Alec is screaming at her. --- Lette has gained 1 level of Magery with the Musical limitation (+5 CP). She has also gained 5 points in disadvantages, which are not immediately apparent.
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Lette And just like that, all of the newness, the color, the life went gray. She was stunned, unable not only to scream but even impel herself to do so. She just wanted this dream to end- -- Shouting, who was shouting? It wasn't her — though she knew it rightly should have been. Nothing looked the way it just did — most thankfully, not even her. Lette heaved a sigh of relief, still tasting ash. Odd. She could smell something burning, too. She looked around, getting her bearings... Oh. "Oh, gods!" She willed herself back down, stammering out an apology on her way. "I-I, gods, I'm so sorry, I can't-... I'm sure I, maybe I oh goodness. Then you also saw the fire?" The corn looked pretty badly singed, so that was a yes. She looked at her arms again, suddenly needing reassurance that she was still the person she always was. "I'm sorry, both of you... it... it was all so confusing..."
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Isit "Ha! Well I once nearly took a broken string to the eye. And I agree, I prefer my loving horses without the man attached. Goddamn centaurs." Frowning, she raises an eyebrow at Dolan's assessment of magic. "I got some small talent, only with fighting and the like. It is fickle even for small talents. What about Lette, she seems to have some ability, can you teach her a bit?"
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Dolan Dolan grows somber at the question. It is a moment before he speaks. "Not much. She's a Wilder. One of those magic users with the inborn ability. I've taught her a bit, but there's only so much she can learn from me. Hopefully she won't accidentally kill herself. It's been known to happen with Wilders."
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Lo'el As Lette begins to descend, he continues to hold her ankles before reaching out and grabbing her arms to help her back down to the ground. He lets out a long-drawn sigh of relief, the whole day's events having left him emotionally exhausted. "I-It is alright." He says shakily, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder to mostly reassure himself that she was fine. "Are you hurt? What happened?" Another sigh. "I-I did not know you could do that." He gives the girl a worried look with the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. "You are sure that you are alright?"
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Lette She stepped down from her high perch, letting Lo'el's first two questions hang. She finally responded to his next remark. "There's a first time for everything, I guess?" Lette smiled, trying to mask her own abject terror. She is really bad at this. Looking down, she noticed that she had stopped a few inches short of her destination — so hard to tell, when the air feels solid as earth. She took another step, descending until she could go no further. "It... was a nightmare," she explains, without looking up. "That's all." With a nod — perhaps to Lo'el's final query, or perhaps to affirm her own words to herself — she returns to her spot on the campground, sitting down and once more curling her legs up to her chest. "Um. How goes the watch? "...Apart from the obvious, I mean." Can't sleep, clown'll be me. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 11:18 on Apr 22, 2012 |
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Apr 22, 2012 11:13
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Alec Cherusci He had stopped yelling as soon as Lette had lowered herself to the ground. He was in abject horror at Lette, seeing her take flight. He bitterly thought that whatever she had had happen in her dreams had been the opposite of him. Alec let Lor'El do the talking before simply asking "Nightmare? These does not normally end with fire and flying into the air. Did you meet a "Goddess" as well? If so, I would have asked for a better gift, then fire and flight." Alec looked more than a bit curious as he turned to Lor'El. "Do you think the Spirits heard our talk? Seems too... convenient."
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Apr 22, 2012 11:50
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Lette A goddess!? "No," she replied firmly, brooking no argument on the matter. "Nothing like that." The idea was as repulsive as it was preposterous. At Alec's final comment, she shrugged. "Maybe they were spirits." She was none too thrilled with any of the possibilities, truth be told. "I don't know. Why? What were you two talking about?" Aeolius fucked around with this message at 12:36 on Apr 22, 2012 |
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Apr 22, 2012 12:25
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Lo'el "It has been all quiet here, apart from the obvious, as you said." He throws his blanket over Lette's shoulders and sits down himself, laying his staff across his crossed legs and lowering his voice to a whisper. "Well...we were discussing the reasoning behind the Goddess's intentions and other such things. I truly do not know, with so many strange occurrences tonight, it is becoming hard to think and piece them all together." He looks up to Lette, noticing the look in her eyes. "I should explain. Before, when we were first asleep, we encountered a number of spirits who had entered our dreams. They seemed fully committed to destroying us, in ever sense of the word. And then, well...Dinym, the moon goddess herself, appeared and saved us just before we came back here. Then, during our second sleep, the four of us appeared on a cloud and encountered yet another goddess, Vuoksi. It seems that she created it as a safe haven during our time there. Why she would do such a thing for us remains a mystery. I take it that you did not find yourself in such a place? It is all very odd, to say the least." He takes a deep breath, looking up to the night sky. "At least you are safe now, Miss Lette. This is all that matters. Did you see the others in your dream? Perhaps we should wake them to be sure they are also safe?"
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Apr 22, 2012 12:55
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