tushanshu_logs | EVENT | GUIDING LIGHT

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."

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Ah, there's the romance! I knew it was hiding in there somewhere.

[He loops his arms around Derek's waist, grinning up at him.]

How you doing? You okay with all these strangers around?

I'm not a recluse, Stiles, I can handle other people just fine. [ Even if he prefers not to. ] As long as they don't touch my stuff.

[ He squeezes Stiles' butt gently, just to make a point. ]

Oh, well, if anybody else touches that, I'll be the first to complain, don't you worry.

Hey. Did you see that posting to the network the other day? The guy who revealed his secret identity?

No, why?

Just got me thinking, is all.

[He's been meaning to broach this topic for a while, so this is a big plunge for him.]

I mean, he made some great points. About how we're all in this together, and we should all use all our powers and not keep secrets from each other.

[ Derek stills, and then pulls away from Stiles slightly, eyes narrowed. ] You want me to tell people.

I think it would help if you told people. Starting with our new roommates?

[ Flatly: ] You want me to tell people the thing that will probably get me hunted down and killed if I tell the wrong person.

Um. Who's gonna do that? There are no hunters here, Derek. Hell, we're already in the middle of a war! We've already got a phenomenal cosmic jackass fucking things up. People here know you. They know me. They won't hunt you down and kill you, Jesus.

Yeah? And I thought Jennifer was your English Teacher.

[Ouch. That's low, bringing that up. He rolls his eyes and finally lets go of Derek.]

You're being more than a little unreasonable right now, you know that, don't you?

[ Derek crosses his arms and takes a step back. ] Yeah? Go get your family killed because of what they are and no other reason because you told the wrong person and come back and tell me that.

[Stiles. Goes. White. Like, literally, all the blood drains out of his head, and he's pale as a sheet. Yeah, that was the last thing he was trying to imply with this suggestion, and he's kicking himself for not remembering that sooner.]

Holy shit, Derek. That's-...that's so not what I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-...

[ His nostrils flare, and he knows Stiles isn't lying -- but the implication is too much. It feels like Stiles has just slapped him in the face. ] I'm not putting myself at risk. I'm not putting you at risk just because some lunatic decided to out himself.

I just thought that-...

[That's the thing. He didn't think. He was so caught up in the idea of helping people that he forgot what it meant to Derek. He bites his lower lip, shutting himself up, and nods.]

Okay.

[ No, he didn't think. Stiles feels bad enough, though, and Derek has learned enough during his time here to not press it. There's already been one wound opened up today, they don't need another. ] You're right. We should help people. And if it comes to that, I'll... do what I have to. But I can't take that risk, Stiles. I can't.

No, I-...I get it. You're right.

[Who's got two thumbs and is the biggest idiot on the turtle? This guy.]

Hey. [ He says it softly, reaches for Stiles and pulls him close. ] I love you.

[Oh. Oh, NOW he says it. Jeez, way to make Stiles feel about two inches tall, Derek.]

...I love you too. I'm sorry. That was incredibly stupid of me. I've mentioned my whole 'get in over my head without thinking stuff through' thing, right? It's a thing, and I do it way too much.

You know that's why I love you, right?

[He can't help it, that makes him smile a little bit.]

That's it? Not for my cunning wit and incredible body? My big brown eyes? My cute little upturned nose?

Your bubble butt may or may not have something to do with it, too, yes.

Bubble butt! How dare you, sir.

[Okay, he's laughing now. He gives Derek a playful smack on the upper arm.]

You're one to talk. I think I could bounce a quarter off yours.

[ Good, that's better. Derek doesn't like sad Stiles. It's unnatural. ] You haven't tried?

I'd be afraid of the consequences, for once in my life. Why, is that an invitation?

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