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pawnstorm2016-06-05 10:47 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-05 10:47 pm
[Open] I see what's mine and take it
Who: Caren and you!
When: After the Adra housewarming, throughout June
Where: Lasker, Halls of Glory, Caissa
What: Caren ranked up
Rating: None yet, but will be updated if it does!
A: Have a drink
If you don't mind I-
[She didn't get to finish her sentence. She had just wanted to get over to the merchants so she could tend the fires. Instead, her politeness was answered with water to the face. Now, she would have been fine if it was fresh water. She might have even been fine if it was just her first shot. But this was around her fifth, or twentieth, maybe even the hundredth time. And this water smelled funny.
...heck it might not have been that, but they were in her way and thought they could get away with it. She offered a grim little smile, baring her teeth.]
Oh. You wanted me to tag you back? All you had to do was ask.
[This citizen likely thought it was good fun to drench the tiny hero. Really, it was a good thing that she was a rook, otherwise she might have had bruises on her face from all the shots she had taken.
But with a flicked hand upwards, she summoned water from one of the geysers. It came around, hovering like a ball; then another flick of her wrist, and it started spinning, right over her hand. Her smile turned into a snarl.]
I suggest you run while you can.
B: Five mornings at Dunya's
[The costume was awful. There was really no two ways about it, it was awful. It was made for someone taller than Caren, that was for certain, and she had to go around like some sort of idiot, attracting attention. Well sure she could attract attention, but it wasn't...quite like this. Not in a suit that smelt funny, flopped around like the suit was possessed, and...really, she didn't have any ideas.
....was that a screaming fox? That might have been someone in a costume who was running around screaming. Sounded like they couldn't take it anymore. She understood the feeling.]
God help me with this. I don't know what to do.
[Because well, being violent, while fun, wasn't actually very productive. And it didn't earn her money, which could be important in the future. Particularly if she wanted to make sure that she had it when she needed it.]
C: Training with wires
[A rank up, and she had new weapons. It was...a funny set actually, and one that tickled her sense of humour a bit. Wires, razor sharp, that could extend far further then her shawl. She could conduct spells through these gloves, through the wires, she thought-it was perfect. But...like all things, there were problems getting from one point to another.
She brought her hand up. A single wire, thick as a man's index finger, rose from one of the steel rings at the end of her knuckles. She aimed it towards the practice dummy, her face grim with determination. Sweat trickled down one temple as it moved closer, closer....and flopped to the ground, so close but so far.
There was a wordless little growl, and she was able to retract it, rapid and frustrated, nearly hitting herself, or someone standing too close in the process.
Doesn't matter. She's going to try again.]
D: General training/studying
[It wasn't just the wires that Caren was studying. There were the general lessons that she was using with her shawl, trying to get a better feel for it; the spells, which she tried to manage and do very carefully. Sometimes she could be seen, with various weapons-mostly whips and shields-trying to go through drills. There was general practice with gymnastics, jogging, and other things too.
She also sought others out to practice, with one form of weapon or another. Maybe with a jerk of the chin, a narrowing of the eyes and a quiet, but confident, challenge.
Still others, she could be found in the library, taking in all sorts of books. Books on sound waves, on magic, on tactics and war. Though...she was more then likely to nod off in the library then anywhere else, mostly by accident.
Though heaven help you if you tried to take the book away. She was a surprisingly light sleeper when it came to taking things in her possession.]
E: Exploring Lasker
[It was surprisingly beautiful here. Then again...Caren always did like the fog. There was the whistle of the ocean. She didn't have to wear her hat here, and hide from the sun. That made things easier, after she did the jobs.
There was a lot to see. There were beautiful items of clothing to look at and try on; cafes where she could watch people, and drink a cup of coffee. (She didn't know what to think of the themed ones though. Most of those got a weird look before she moved on.) The food was interesting, and she resolved to pack some with her for the ride back to Caissa. She was heavily amused though at the churches. The haven for the god of friendship...
what a crock. At least the other parts of the city were far more honest, even if a little obsessed with a weird card game.]
F:Wildcard
Hit me up with something else, I'm up for it!
When: After the Adra housewarming, throughout June
Where: Lasker, Halls of Glory, Caissa
What: Caren ranked up
Rating: None yet, but will be updated if it does!
A: Have a drink
If you don't mind I-
[She didn't get to finish her sentence. She had just wanted to get over to the merchants so she could tend the fires. Instead, her politeness was answered with water to the face. Now, she would have been fine if it was fresh water. She might have even been fine if it was just her first shot. But this was around her fifth, or twentieth, maybe even the hundredth time. And this water smelled funny.
...heck it might not have been that, but they were in her way and thought they could get away with it. She offered a grim little smile, baring her teeth.]
Oh. You wanted me to tag you back? All you had to do was ask.
[This citizen likely thought it was good fun to drench the tiny hero. Really, it was a good thing that she was a rook, otherwise she might have had bruises on her face from all the shots she had taken.
But with a flicked hand upwards, she summoned water from one of the geysers. It came around, hovering like a ball; then another flick of her wrist, and it started spinning, right over her hand. Her smile turned into a snarl.]
I suggest you run while you can.
B: Five mornings at Dunya's
[The costume was awful. There was really no two ways about it, it was awful. It was made for someone taller than Caren, that was for certain, and she had to go around like some sort of idiot, attracting attention. Well sure she could attract attention, but it wasn't...quite like this. Not in a suit that smelt funny, flopped around like the suit was possessed, and...really, she didn't have any ideas.
....was that a screaming fox? That might have been someone in a costume who was running around screaming. Sounded like they couldn't take it anymore. She understood the feeling.]
God help me with this. I don't know what to do.
[Because well, being violent, while fun, wasn't actually very productive. And it didn't earn her money, which could be important in the future. Particularly if she wanted to make sure that she had it when she needed it.]
C: Training with wires
[A rank up, and she had new weapons. It was...a funny set actually, and one that tickled her sense of humour a bit. Wires, razor sharp, that could extend far further then her shawl. She could conduct spells through these gloves, through the wires, she thought-it was perfect. But...like all things, there were problems getting from one point to another.
She brought her hand up. A single wire, thick as a man's index finger, rose from one of the steel rings at the end of her knuckles. She aimed it towards the practice dummy, her face grim with determination. Sweat trickled down one temple as it moved closer, closer....and flopped to the ground, so close but so far.
There was a wordless little growl, and she was able to retract it, rapid and frustrated, nearly hitting herself, or someone standing too close in the process.
Doesn't matter. She's going to try again.]
D: General training/studying
[It wasn't just the wires that Caren was studying. There were the general lessons that she was using with her shawl, trying to get a better feel for it; the spells, which she tried to manage and do very carefully. Sometimes she could be seen, with various weapons-mostly whips and shields-trying to go through drills. There was general practice with gymnastics, jogging, and other things too.
She also sought others out to practice, with one form of weapon or another. Maybe with a jerk of the chin, a narrowing of the eyes and a quiet, but confident, challenge.
Still others, she could be found in the library, taking in all sorts of books. Books on sound waves, on magic, on tactics and war. Though...she was more then likely to nod off in the library then anywhere else, mostly by accident.
Though heaven help you if you tried to take the book away. She was a surprisingly light sleeper when it came to taking things in her possession.]
E: Exploring Lasker
[It was surprisingly beautiful here. Then again...Caren always did like the fog. There was the whistle of the ocean. She didn't have to wear her hat here, and hide from the sun. That made things easier, after she did the jobs.
There was a lot to see. There were beautiful items of clothing to look at and try on; cafes where she could watch people, and drink a cup of coffee. (She didn't know what to think of the themed ones though. Most of those got a weird look before she moved on.) The food was interesting, and she resolved to pack some with her for the ride back to Caissa. She was heavily amused though at the churches. The haven for the god of friendship...
what a crock. At least the other parts of the city were far more honest, even if a little obsessed with a weird card game.]
F:Wildcard
Hit me up with something else, I'm up for it!
no subject
Or feeling like he's being tested?
But Allen relaxes a little when her expression clears and she moves back, just something in the way the tension slips out of his shoulders. He does prefer his personal space after all. And does believe her to be... well, not to not be the cruelty-laced woman that just basically hypothetically threatened him..
But more than that.
He lifts his chin. ]
Then I'm not worried. [ Or changing his mind. ]
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Something useful, for her own pleasures, her own goals.
Not that he can't, this way, but he now has her interest. It isn't always a comfortable thing to have. Just like her small laugh, under her breath, isn't very reassuring.]
You're a gambler.
[She says it as a fact, not a question.]
But with a will like that, I'm certain your mana tastes very particular.
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But he does look a tad... uncertain at her choice of words.
Apprehensive.]'Taste'? [ That's not how... you're supposed to describe that, is it.. ]
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[Not usually but...you know. She's still feeling like being a bit creepy at him. A tad.]
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It doesn't sound terribly appetizing.
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It depends on person to person. You'll notice when you have an intense mana exchange.
[She casts him an amused look.]
You would have noticed a few things if we kept touching. Lucky you.
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But his expression clears and he leans back a little, eyes flicking to Caren and making a point to catch hers he straightens his shoulders. He did notice. Just a spark of something—but only the sort of brief flutter of the beginning of noticing someone else's mana flaring in response to another's. Like when Sion ruffled his hair. Something beyond the touch itself but otherwise too brief to be discernible.
All touches have that extra sort of spark of something here, which is one reason why he's more mindful of them. And more schooled when someone does touch him.
Matter of factly: ] I know.
"Taste" just isn't what I'd call it. [ Because that sounds demeaning to it. Like taking something from someone or treating them as something less than what they are. ]
To me, that sort of thing is more like understanding the heart of a person. If you see that about them, you can know them almost immediately.
At least, when it comes to what it is that makes up the core of them.
[ His experience in Gisela basically destroyed him mana-wise, over and over, and made him rely on his teammates, after all. His weapon is his mana and very self channeled into blade form. As a pawn it taps him out almost immediately—and with Sion it was the only way they connected so quickly (or reunited, perhaps) as they had. But he's had his hand forced repeatedly by that weapon already to rely on others to... not pass out whether he likes it or not.
It's a little distasteful to Allen, but also incredibly precious and amazing at the same time. It just.. depends. Being forced to because his stamina isn't enough yet is frustrating. ]
In my world, that's the thing that our weapons would respond to. Our wills.
[ And that doesn't seem like something to be "tasted". ]
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And yet, somehow, that might have been better than the swathe of destruction waiting to flare in Sion's mana.
She's more ready to press into that discomfort zone, to try the mana for herself-to taste it, as she puts it-though otherwise she doesn't offer touch. Then again, that's always been her way. Touch for discomfort, not expect to be touched for anything warm or even affectionate. Even Sion's touch is hollow.]
Do you? If that's the case, then I know a few people right to their core.
[She shrugs, and goes to close the book she had open, and slide it closer to the edge of the table.]
Though I would say that your weapons do sound remarkable. I...had a weapon, but it was responsive to my personal energy. It's not the same as magic, since I did not possess any.
But...I suppose you could also say it followed my will.
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Destruction isn't a thing to be feared or even a terrible thing. Allen is a self-proclaimed destroyer who saves and a prophesied destroyer of time itself.
He may not like existing to destroy but he believes completely in that it can be a thing used to save others. (And should only be used in that capacity.)
His eyes do flick to the book for a moment, just to see what it was she'd been reading in the first place. Ah, that's right... ]
Innocence isn't like magic either. [ And he smiles a little for a second at that, shoulders easing a bit as he folds his hands over themselves atop the table.
Also what, did he say 'Innocence' like it's an actual physical thing...]Some might think it is because of what we could do with it, but it isn't the same sort of thing at all.
What was your weapon?
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She is not like them. She has little power, and is ever hungry for human suffering. Destruction is the easiest way to go about this.]
No, I would think not. Your innocence sounds more like the miracles of God on earth, not human will made into form. Your will...sounds more as if it makes it more of what it is.
[She shrugs. This innocence sounds like a weapon, much like the ones granted to those heroes as they come to Blanc.]
It was a shroud. Shroud of Magdalene, which can bind men against their will.