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

[andaway]

['It could be worse', it's Clark's thought through all this ordeal. He knows he got off lucky being allowed to keep Lois nearby- but even though simply the fact that they managed to survive when the threat to their own soul had been so real... he could count his victories. He wasn't exactly happy to think they were trapped inside something so fickle and easily broken, but he'd dealt with his fair share of weird stuff to roll with the wind on this one, and he'd rather keep a close eye on them himself. He was actually more worried about the fact that they had spent so long without knowing.

But maybe other people didn't share his optimistic trail of thought. So he has decided to go on some sort of quest, trying to find out how everyone he cares about is taking all of this.

So in his normal Clark clothes... maybe he already knows you and is simply checking on you. Maybe he was checking on someone near where you live and now he's bumped into you. Or maybe you just had a horribly worried face and he decided to check what's up...]

[littlecousin]

Hey, Mr. Kent!

[Nita puts on a burst of speed and catches up to Clark, zipping over his head and then executing an aerial pirouette to land facing him.]

What's up?

[Despite the circumstances, she's cheerful. Doing something, even if it's something that only needs doing because everything else is an utter mess, is much better for her mood than idleness.]

[andaway]

Namorita. [There's a smile on his lips as he says the Atlantean's name, looking up as she lands.]

Well, the same as with everyone else I'd guess. Getting used to this whole having our souls trapped thing, and the new living arrangements. I got lucky, though: Lois and I were put next to each other.

[littlecousin]

[Nita wrinkles up her nose.]

Not in the same suite? You'd think they'd put you together, especially if it's some mystical thing.

[Magic doesn't bother her unduly; Atlantean culture doesn't maintain nearly as much of a separation between science and sorcery as the surface does...but man, sometimes she just doesn't understand this stuff.]

[andaway]

Same suite, different rooms. [Since everyone gets their own private room for privacy, even if that had kind of backfired on the married couple.]

We've talked about bringing the wall down... [A shrug] But it's always better not to play with magic of that kind, and at least we're close enough. We spent most of our day together anyway, both at home and the radio.