EVENT | GUIDING LIGHT

[alderwood]

Characters: ALL!
Date: June 1st-5th, 2014
Location: Keeliai, all sectors
Situation: Following Evandau's announcement about the soul lanterns and new housing, the Foreigners are shuffled around while Malicant's agents try to complicate this as much as possible!
Warnings/Rating: Possible mentions of violence from the cultists, plus various characters' reactions to moving.

LINKS
Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Cultist Shenanigans | Speak with Eva & Celaunn | OOC Plot Post

The new Basswood Commander, Celaunn, stands watch outside of the building with one ready hand resting on the hilt of her sword while her protectorate goes inside. A prodigy of magic as she is, liberating all the Foreigners' souls right out from under Malicant has left Evastelei far more expended than any of them care to admit. She looks as tired and worn as Evandau sounded on the radio post, but she tries to cover it with good humour, much as can be mustered given the situation. Eva's sent out messages to the ones whose essence she's felt resonate for each address and upon arriving, carries the lanterns into the new units whether they're all present or not... she's a busy lady and when this is all done she might just sleep for a week.

"Couldn't rightly explain some of these set-downs," Eva says as she goes about hanging the lamps up in the central part of the house. For most of the units, this equates to the main living area, though sometimes in the kitchen or unfinished room -- the layouts on each building has variations, after all. "One of those things you just have to feel, I reckon. Never figured Evandau much for leaving new bottles of wine on the pillows after all, so this will have to do."

While she's in the buildings, she'll run her hands over the wards built into the walls, letting them light briefly with various colours of light depending on the purpose, a symbol-based language not unlike runic illuminating at her touch and then fading to invisibility again.

"Now for these," she'll continue once she's sure she has all their attentions. "These are the best I could do on short notice, what with the Creature throwing all his resource at breaking Eshai's spells. That's why none of you could get into the Throne Room few weeks back-- that was a right bold move on your parts, by the way. See if you can't talk tall and smileless up there," she jerks her head toward the front of the building to indicate Celaunn, "into learning something from it. Chilu's are too by the book."

She'll explain how the lanterns are strengthened by proximity of those whose soul they house, and the dangers of staying away from them (particularly in a Dreaming state) for too long. "You don't want the Creature coming to rip you out of here," she says, jabbing them in the chest for emphasis, a deep frown distorting the burned scar on the one side of her face. "Be something like putting your insides through a wind shearer. Don't recommend it, that's for certain. Are you paying attention? Don't be moving these anywhere. With the power of these, I can understand why Eshai wanted to keep them close but keeping them from you... well, it wasn't the only thing she and I disagreed on."

Once she's satisfied that they've got as much information as she can provide at this time, she'll remind them as Evandau did: these lanterns are their Keeliai anchors and should they be destroyed, it won't be a trip back to their worlds that they can look forward to. "Without these, I can't keep you from being lost for good," she'll add seriously. "Good luck with them."

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

Only one way to find out.

I'd say hold on to something, but...well...

[Once she was sure he was ready, she stepped back and lifted a hand. A simple spell--Etativel--would gradually lift him into the air. But that was all it would do. It would be up to Armin to maintain his balance and sense of direction once his feet no longer touched ground.]

[strategisch]

[The sensation hits him immediately-- of lifting into the air, but out of weightlessness, and not through force. It's extremely curious. He knows how to remain calm and maintain his balance from training, but...]

This-- This is magic! [It's the most inane, but wonderfully uttered statement that's ever escaped his lips. Armin looks around himself and flutters his legs with a smile that tugs on muscles he hasn't used in forever.] I don't know how to explain it! Usually it feels like I'm working against something when I used the 3DMG, but this is like that barrier has been lifted!

[backwordscompatible]

Told you.

[The urge to add a duh was strong, but she forgave him because this was obviously his first time. She would go easy on him.]

I don't suppose that something would be Gravity, would it?

[strategisch]

Yes, that's it! Gravity. Oh, I remember the calculations from training, something I was actually good at-- This must be what it's like to take the constants out of the equation! My numbers aren't adding up anymore at all, haha.

[He seems really, really pleased with just this, like a baby having their first romp in the kiddie pool.]

[backwordscompatible]

Do me a favor? Don't even bother trying to talk math to me.

There was only one boy who could ever get away with that, and even then, he was pushing it a lot.

[But she never minded, because that was one of his many ways of flirting.]

[strategisch]

I won't. I find people tend to get sick of theories after long enough too. Can you really do this whenever you want?

[backwordscompatible]

So long as I'm not sick or drained of energy, yeah.

[Or managed to catch laryngitis.]

[strategisch]

Amazing. If only we could-- No, if only one person had this ability, we could kill the Titans for good. Oh, it's so vexing!

[backwordscompatible]

I'd volunteer my services, but I think we both know it's a lot more complicated than that.

[If she could choose to go anywhere, and had the power to do so, she would return home, of course. He friends were there. Her father was there. And even if, for whatever reason, her home world was out...there were other options that topped her list long before a trip to Armin's world.]

[strategisch]

Oh, no. No, I don't mean that at all. I don't think it's possible, and even if it were, I couldn't ask that of anyone. [He shakes his head.] I'm sorry. I can't help but think of what-ifs when I'm presented with these situations.

[backwordscompatible]

That's alright.

Though I would recommend you try turning off your brain for once and just enjoying the moment. Want to go higher?

[strategisch]

[He smiles again, and nods.]

I'm not sure if it's possible to shut off my brain, but yes, please. Just not so far that I can't get back down.

[backwordscompatible]

Don't worry. I'll catch you if you fall.

[With a teasing wink, she jerked her head slightly upward and called out:]

gniog pu!

[strategisch]

Woah!

[It's a good thing they didn't do this inside, or else Zatanna would have just plastered Armin to the ceiling. He jets several meters into the air before putting on the "brakes", avoiding a Team Rocket situation. His heart is pounding in his ears.]

Okay, that was mildly terrifying!

[backwordscompatible]

[She tried not to laugh at the expression on his face; jokes aside, she was serious about being able to catch him.]

You alright up there?

How's the view.

[strategisch]

Ah-- give me a second!

[Armin awkwardly air-swims (which is shame-inducing doggy paddle) to right himself, and then takes a look around. He often climbed the trees in the Wood sector to get a better vantage point, it was nowhere near as panoramic or striking as this.]

Beautiful! The breeze is quite nice as well!

[backwordscompatible]

Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

It's refreshing, isn't it?

[strategisch]

Very much! [He glides around a little bit, testing moving around on the lateral. It's not something he's innately inclined to, but his instincts are good enough.]

Can you only fly one person at a time? [He feels silly, shouting down to her like this.]

[backwordscompatible]

Why? Getting lonely up there?

[She didn't mind the shouting so much.]

I could probably manage a few more, although I wouldn't really recommend so many untrained fliers sharing an air space. Things could get messy.

[strategisch]

Well-- I meant to say I feel odd shouting at you from up here! Can you not come up too?

[backwordscompatible]

[She could.]

[A moment later, Zatanna levitated herself up to roughly Armin's height. Once she was stable, she crossed her legs and leaned against her knee.]

Better?

[strategisch]

Yes. And you make it look so easy... [He's still wobbling back and forth, trying to lock in place.]

[backwordscompatible]

In your defense, I've kind of been doing this since I was old enough to talk.

So that's...fourteen years of practice, give or take?

[She couldn't remember her first flight, but her dad had told her stories about the Incredible Floating Toddler giving him his first grey hairs.]

[strategisch]

So magic comes to you when you're born? [He's put together on his own it's what she says that makes it work, but not that it's English backwards.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She nodded.]

My family's decedent from a type of people called homo magi--both sides. At least, that's what my dad's always told me. It's always just been me and him, so I really only have his word to go by.