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pawnstorm2017-01-07 08:07 pm
likethelight) wrote in pawnstorm2017-01-07 08:07 pm
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[open] So inside the waves
Who: Allen and you!
When: Early January
Where: Lebedche Lake, Menchik
What: Investigating strange phenomena at Lebedche Lake and uncovering some disturbing implications about Alumina..
Rating: PG-13+
1) Spouting silent from the lake
[ On a crystal clear night it's easy to see the strange hovering lights in the distance. Like will-o'-the-wisps tempting travelers to come into deeper water and the darker depths of the lake, as placid as it seems. Spirits? The lights of other boats in the distance?
(Something more dangerously ethereal? And Allen would have tapped the side of his face, indicating the white and gold masquerade mask he's wearing and explained he can't see what it is exactly.. but there's something out there with a mana signature. Something indistinct.)
And while he wouldn't seem to bat an eyelash at going headfirst out towards them and probably suggested it... getting on a boat to do so... well, every now and then he's leaning over the edge of it to eye the water beneath them just a little uneasily as gentle waves lap at the boat and rock it, rather like he's seen a ghost in it. And he will redouble the grip on his oar and refocus dead ahead and try not to think about it anymore then. (And will ever so stubbornly yet politely try to sidestep any questions about it.)
At least until the wind begins to pick up. First unassumingly, like there's just a shift in the weather... And then sharper. Like there's a purpose to it. And then, one of them might ask (probably Allen, in fact he probably just paused suddenly with a surprised sort of blink behind his mask)... "Ah?
"The lights are gone..?"
Which is when then the next gust cut against them, and cut it does. Tearing at uniform and fabric straight through to flesh if allowed, screaming in their ears like an angry bird and threatening to capsize the small vessel even as they might try to cling to the sides of it.
Though Allen, behind that synthesized mask of his, freezes for a moment with his gaze at what seems to be a living maelstrom. A bird? ]
Look out! [ struggling to stand and voice raised against the gale, he casts a glance over his shoulder to you, fellow Hero ] It's not any ordinary— [ Was it a smart idea to stand up? No?
Well, don't worry. He knows that now too.
Given a gust of wind just buffeted the Rook like a massive wing—and sent him flying over the edge and into the lake. ]
2) And her pale look kept a sad poem
[ They're probably in tatters afterwards. Probably relieved and confused both, but just glad to be drawing a breath and having defeated... whatever that wind element creature was?
"Don't believe her," it had howled before it faded away.
Seeming to be a little lost in his thought after that, Allen's startled out of it as they return to shore only to be greeted by Alumina—who rushes up to them only to..
.. only to throw her arms around the white-haired Exorcist?? (Scream?!) Oh, she was so worried! You're both alright, aren't you...?
(HANDS, WHAT DO)
Hopefully, fellow Hero, you're a bit less dumbfounded and unable to find his tongue than Allen is. Although he'll catch himself and laugh it off nervously after a moment and ask her what was she doing there as he pats her back quite discreetly, was she alright as well (why....)? It's reflexive on his part and he seems more than a little distracted.. actually more when she pulls back, almost like he's seen a bit of a ghost, even as she explains and fusses over the both of them for a moment and makes them promise to be more careful. ]
...?
[ It's probably a little silly, staring after Alumina as she bids farewell and for them to take care ("You'll be alright, won't you? Hurry back quickly as well!") before heading back to town on her own, but...
(It's actually quite sober, his expression.)
...Why had she felt so cold? ]
When: Early January
Where: Lebedche Lake, Menchik
What: Investigating strange phenomena at Lebedche Lake and uncovering some disturbing implications about Alumina..
Rating: PG-13+
1) Spouting silent from the lake
[ On a crystal clear night it's easy to see the strange hovering lights in the distance. Like will-o'-the-wisps tempting travelers to come into deeper water and the darker depths of the lake, as placid as it seems. Spirits? The lights of other boats in the distance?
(Something more dangerously ethereal? And Allen would have tapped the side of his face, indicating the white and gold masquerade mask he's wearing and explained he can't see what it is exactly.. but there's something out there with a mana signature. Something indistinct.)
And while he wouldn't seem to bat an eyelash at going headfirst out towards them and probably suggested it... getting on a boat to do so... well, every now and then he's leaning over the edge of it to eye the water beneath them just a little uneasily as gentle waves lap at the boat and rock it, rather like he's seen a ghost in it. And he will redouble the grip on his oar and refocus dead ahead and try not to think about it anymore then. (And will ever so stubbornly yet politely try to sidestep any questions about it.)
At least until the wind begins to pick up. First unassumingly, like there's just a shift in the weather... And then sharper. Like there's a purpose to it. And then, one of them might ask (probably Allen, in fact he probably just paused suddenly with a surprised sort of blink behind his mask)... "Ah?
"The lights are gone..?"
Which is when then the next gust cut against them, and cut it does. Tearing at uniform and fabric straight through to flesh if allowed, screaming in their ears like an angry bird and threatening to capsize the small vessel even as they might try to cling to the sides of it.
Though Allen, behind that synthesized mask of his, freezes for a moment with his gaze at what seems to be a living maelstrom. A bird? ]
Look out! [ struggling to stand and voice raised against the gale, he casts a glance over his shoulder to you, fellow Hero ] It's not any ordinary— [ Was it a smart idea to stand up? No?
Well, don't worry. He knows that now too.
Given a gust of wind just buffeted the Rook like a massive wing—and sent him flying over the edge and into the lake. ]
2) And her pale look kept a sad poem
[ They're probably in tatters afterwards. Probably relieved and confused both, but just glad to be drawing a breath and having defeated... whatever that wind element creature was?
"Don't believe her," it had howled before it faded away.
Seeming to be a little lost in his thought after that, Allen's startled out of it as they return to shore only to be greeted by Alumina—who rushes up to them only to..
.. only to throw her arms around the white-haired Exorcist?? (Scream?!) Oh, she was so worried! You're both alright, aren't you...?
(HANDS, WHAT DO)
Hopefully, fellow Hero, you're a bit less dumbfounded and unable to find his tongue than Allen is. Although he'll catch himself and laugh it off nervously after a moment and ask her what was she doing there as he pats her back quite discreetly, was she alright as well (why....)? It's reflexive on his part and he seems more than a little distracted.. actually more when she pulls back, almost like he's seen a bit of a ghost, even as she explains and fusses over the both of them for a moment and makes them promise to be more careful. ]
...?
[ It's probably a little silly, staring after Alumina as she bids farewell and for them to take care ("You'll be alright, won't you? Hurry back quickly as well!") before heading back to town on her own, but...
(It's actually quite sober, his expression.)
...Why had she felt so cold? ]
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...right into the lake. Allen why.
Thankfully, Gilbert had gotten significantly better with his weapon, so pulling him out of the water shouldn't have posed too much of a problem. Or so he thought, at least, because the gust made it way more difficult.]
You have seen that, haven't you?!
[Due to his analysis skill being active, his eyes changed color from golden to lavender, apparently.]
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But the instant he was thrown overboard by the gale the Exorcist would have tried to land on his feet automatically, a leg sweeping out to... actually, to find purchase with his boot against the surface of the water, sending up a spray even as he is half sunk by the impact of it. Kind of like... well, exactly like the boat they'd fashioned out of water dragon scales in the first Gisela dungeon. (Guess what he used them for, with those boots you gave him to replace his melted ones, Gil.)
But it's still pretty alarming and wet and he's startled when the Bishop reaches to pull him out, though he quickly gets over it and will reach to clasp onto his arm as well so he might pull himself back up into the boat. ]
Thank you! [ Aaahh, close... But—"that"? Why is is strange that he—
Oh. He wobbles for a moment as he tries to find his footing as the boat still threatens to capsize from the churned waves. ]
Because of this mask I can see some things other people can't. [ The white and gold mask synthesized in part by Lavi that, while Allen's eyes remain the same pale grey, glows softly from within. Not as well as a Bishop or a Knight might, but.. it's a limited extra sight from the scholar Bishop. But lengthy explanations will have to wait!!! ]
What is it? [ Extra sight, yes. Knowing what he's looking at, no. Wind monster...?! ]
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It's also surprising and good to see that Allen pays attention to his equipment and doesn't drown, all thanks to it. Not to mention that it looks quite impressive, seeing him spray water around like that. Maybe if the circumstances were different, Gilbert would actually comment on that, but alas.]
Keep it on at all times, for your own good...
[That sounded like a threat, but is in fact simply an advice...whether it's a bad or a good one, Allen will have to find out by himself, but logically, it's better to see an enemy rather than let them roam freely.]
A bird, I suppose...a huge one, but you probably can see that, can't you? I'm not sure of its weakness yet...
[Pointing the gun barrel at what supposedly is the wing of the beast, Gilbert doesn't even get to pull the trigger—most likely it sensed the upcoming danger and decided to make an attempt on sending the heroes right into the water again with the gust.]
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Hey. [ a pat on the shoulder. ] You okay?
[ after all, they just did a good! a great! wow, they're heroes!
and Allen looks like he's far away... ]
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Well, he glances back over his shoulder a little quickly at the hand there, a little guiltily for being caught elsewhere in his head. ]
Ah—yes!Sorry... [ It's still a little absent though, eyes flicking from Keaton to the small silhoute of Alumina in the distance. ]
That whole thing... [ He's actually... should he say? Maybe he was just imagining it, how.. off she seemed. ]
...did any of it seem strange to you?
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So, you think she wasn't actually happy to see us safe and wasn't worried at all? Could've fooled me!
[ taking things at face value. simple and sometimes effective. ]
But it doesn't really make any sense. Why would something that attacked us try to warn us too? I mean, I wouldn't do that for anyone.
[ his tail starts to slow down, coming to a halt as he starts to think about it some more... and more. ]
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She genuinely seems nice--to care--and as Allen is someone ruled by his heart, his heart tells her she doesn't mean them ill so he wouldn't suggest that. ]
No, I don't think she had anything to do with it, but... [ But in that moment she didn't feel...
... real. ]
...I wonder how much it was really attacking us.
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As opposed to who? [ he lets himself laugh hesitantly, hand on his side. ] You think there was something else? Maybe another invisible thing?
[ honestly he's too tired to fight anything else. that bird was enough! no more birds. ]