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[RANDOM EVENT] Starched and Pressed
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03-05-2015, 03:06 PM
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God of the Spark The God had mixed feelings about his cave and mirror. On the one hand the symbolic element of this place disturbed and intrigued him. Why was it, with timing flitting and fleeting all around the mortals at all times, they needed a specific location to summon his presence? Was it pragmatic? He didn't know, but his kin had always kept such locations easily available within their own herds, and so when he had created this place he had done the same. Still. It was rather odd. These sort of ritualistic summoning left a strange, though not entirely unpleasant taste in his mouth. The God stepped out of the mirror. The glass warbled and rippled as his stout body pierced the veil of time and space, allowing his essence to condense into physical form. He had heard Sin's call long before the words left the Haruspex's lips, and for once, he arrived on time. "Don't be coy Zikar-Sin. You know very well that she is my sister." His gaze was stern, his tone neutral. He was not surprised that a judgement of his sister's actions should be required of him. How should we treat with her? The God snorted, his electric gaze looking amused for a moment. "I would think you would treat her as you always have. Her actions on the Island and those preceding it are nothing new. She has always been the one to resort to whatever means necessary to get her point across. Her behavior has changed nothing." His tail snapped around his hocks as his shoulders seemed to shrug. He did not appear to be passing a judgement of his sister's actions, only stating facts. The God did not condone her methods, but nor did he entirely disagree with them. It was a question of ethics - just how far the Gods ought to go to mold and aid those over who they governed. Ethics was a particularly gray area, so different from the blight and tangy bleed of time. The God had little stomach for it. His ears snapped forward curiously as his haruspex mentioned Confutatis. Of course he had watched the skull-marked she-devil constantly harass those who lived in the Basin - daunting and then fleeing from its leaders, skulking in the shadows and trying to make pitiful bargains. However he was not sure why such a matter was any of his concern. "Death would get rid of her." He offered rather unhelpfully, his voice seeming to smirk although his expression remained the same. It was a legitimate solution though. "Why does she target you? What does she covet?" The God narrowed his eyes at the turn of the conversation, surprised and almost disappointed at Sin's lack of judgement. "You offered peace to the Falls and they have turned you down. You have extended some amounts of hostility towards them, or at least your spies have. Avoiding a war is easy. Give up. Give in. Leave them alone, or extend peace again. But if those options are unpalatable and you fear war is coming, then there is no conflict. Grow stronger, or lose." Still, he didn't think that his brother's band in the Falls really had the strength, or numbers, to take the Basin. Still, everything seemed perfectly balanced in his infinite mind. Did they think he would simply force the Falls into submission? Or bolster the Basin's ranks? For what? A conflict of their creation? Whoever had started this little arms race was of little consequence. One was happening, but Zikar-Sin hadn't given him reason to think that it had anything to do with him. "I told Ulrik if he wanted his magic back that he could come and see me about it, and me alone." [Sorry I totally missed this! My bad!] .
FOXX
03-22-2015, 08:50 PM
Technically, there is no such a thing as a competent surgeon.
The half-child has spent the morning practicing with his needle, using his mind to help control the way the item twisted and carved through the air. He has no flesh to press it through, no bodies to heal or make better, no lacerations that required stitching, and yet he has found himself obsessed with the idea. So he practices yet, waiting for the day when his services will be required. By himself, he can make intricate motions, the needle twisting at just the inkling of his thought, words no longer required. Just imagining the way it twists is enough to cause the needle to turn and dance in the air. With Tobias, the motions become jerkier, but stronger, where perhaps they will be able to push the needle through thicker or harder types of flesh. He cannot wait…
An echo from a cave nearby causes him to finally replace the needle in its leather case, drawing his attention and curiosity. He and Tobias have often wondered about the cave where these sounds come from, dreaming of what mysteries might lie within. It is a curious creature that calls the place home, and one that Adelric has as of yet been too timid to speak with, but today he finds himself intrigued. Smirking to Tobias, the half-child begins to sneak forward, first just his nose, but soon his whole body sneaking around the edge of the opening, disappearing into the darkness of this place. He tries to walk softly, so as not to announce his presence, but he is not made for such clandestine actions, and so he surely makes some sound as he comes forward. Tobias is admittedly better at moving silently, but even dear cannot be whisperless upon stone. As he sneaks forward, the half-child hears of the Moon Goddess and Confutatis (this name seems to keep coming up), of the Hidden Falls and war, and of Ulrik the weaver. He cares little for the Moon Goddess or what she has done. The gods are but trifles to him, having not directly touched his life. Even so, as he stops in the shadows just beyond Zikar-Sin, he cannot help but wonder how it is that the god steps from the mirror. An interesting magic that molds the very material the glass is made of- a scientific curiosity. It is not until the word death that his interest really grows. He steps from the shadows, almost boldly, though he is meek, waiting until the god has finished speaking to give voice to his own thoughts. “Horses have died for less,” he almost whispers, his eyes alight with morbid curiosity. Death does not frighten him. He was too young when his father left this earth, so loss is simply a fact of life to the half-child. Besides, if Confutatis is brought down, her corpse left upon the borders of Basin, he will finally have a subject to study, and he cannot deny that it would be like Christmas come early for such a gift to be given to him. “Think how much we could learn from her body…” Tilting his head almost innocently, he looks to Zikar-Sin, wondering if the strange creature agrees. Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Adelric at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
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