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

[problematical]

[ She wanders around the room toward the kitchen, picking up a mug from the counter and looking intently at it. ]

I listen to people and to places. They said... the others think I'm a Reader but I'm just River.

[iguanasolution]

And I'm just Frank. [Which feels a little stupid to say, but it's out before he can even stop himself.]

What does this house feel like, then? I'm curious.

[problematical]

[ Whether he thinks it's stupid or not, it gets a genuine smile from River. ]

Like a storm, with thunder.

[iguanasolution]

[He smiles to himself as if she'd made a funny joke. If only Jason were here.]

A storm that's getting ready to break, or is the storm already here? [He isn't sure why that's an important distinction, but when you come from a world of oracles and prophecies you learn to take these things seriously. Maybe too much.]

[problematical]

Rolling in. Barometric pressure is dropping, should shutter all the windows, take the laundry in off the line.

[iguanasolution]

...Is it a dangerous storm? Or one that washes everything bad away and refreshes you when it's too hot?

[problematical]

[ River takes a deep breath and holds it, as if she were the barometer, like she was testing the pressure around her. ]

It'll make things clean again, but not everyone can swim.

[iguanasolution]

[He hums, that doesn't mean anything in particular to him. He makes a mental note to write it down- like the prophecies, he thinks the meaning of this will become clear later. He just hopes it isn't too late to... teach people how to swim, apparently.]

I think I've had enough "crypticness" for now. I was going to get something to eat- do you want some? Since you're already here and all.

[problematical]

[ She really does appreciate him playing along and will be thinking of a better way to thank him later. At the offer of food however, something shifts and she seems less oracle, more hungry teenage girl. ]

Okay.