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tushanshu_logs2014-10-09 11:28 am
peacefullywreathed) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-10-09 11:28 am
and you seem to break like time
Characters: Catch-all for Solomon
Date: October
Location: Various places, specifically his apartment and Emily-Helen's pyramid just outside of the city
Situation: Solomon has things to do. And some people have things to do with him.
Warnings/Rating: Permadeath, Necromancy, mummification.
A: The tomb
The kedan finished the pyramid in impressive time. It helped that Solomon was paying them well, and when payment wasn't enough he threatened. At least some people were still afraid of the shadows--and Malicant's recent play had actually helped with that. It didn't make the kedan like him, and now they scattered when they saw him coming, but no one wanted to mess with a Necromancer when a being of the death-plane held so much obvious power over the city.
The pyramid was small, for a pyramid, set on one of the hills where Emily-Helen had enjoyed sunbathing. It was large enough for Emily-Helen's body and the barest necessities for her journey into the next life. Hieroglyphs covered every wall. The sigils protecting the inside and outside had been harder, and Solomon had in the end submitted to approaching Shudder for help with that in a very awkward encounter he had no intention of repeating. The writing of some of those sigils had been incorporated into the ritual when Emily-Helen was interred, but others were pre-written, only to be closed--ones to protect the pyramid from degradation and damage, and to ward the doorway and interior from incursion.
Solomon wasn't fluent in Egyptian, but he had been doing his research and he did remember some of the rituals in which he'd participated when he had visited the Temple there; between those he managed a complete, if simplified, series of rituals to properly inter the turtle-hatchling. He had left messages for those he knew would want to be present, but hadn't made a public announcement. Somehow he doubted Bakura would appreciate that.
The rituals took some time, but even after they were over Solomon waited at the tomb until the rest of those present had left. He send Marcelon away and stayed out of immediate sight but didn't try to hide himself either, standing in the shadows at the bottom of the hill. The door to the tomb had been left open.
B: At home
Leaving aside the work on Emily-Helen's body, Solomon still had plenty to do. There was trying to finish mapping the tunnels under the shell, for one. He had sent zombified birds down into the holes, trying to find where the chink in the shell in the ritual chamber led. So far few of them had returned, and without much success. He had left marks on the diomara where needed.
Right now his research into the Dreaming seemed both laughably off-track and potentially saving. If there was a way to flee into it, or use it as a weapon against Malicant ... there was too much potential in it to give it up, and yet it was time-consuming. Solomon persevered nevertheless, and now that Skulduggery wasn't tainted home was probably the safest place for Solomon right now.
Date: October
Location: Various places, specifically his apartment and Emily-Helen's pyramid just outside of the city
Situation: Solomon has things to do. And some people have things to do with him.
Warnings/Rating: Permadeath, Necromancy, mummification.
A: The tomb
The kedan finished the pyramid in impressive time. It helped that Solomon was paying them well, and when payment wasn't enough he threatened. At least some people were still afraid of the shadows--and Malicant's recent play had actually helped with that. It didn't make the kedan like him, and now they scattered when they saw him coming, but no one wanted to mess with a Necromancer when a being of the death-plane held so much obvious power over the city.
The pyramid was small, for a pyramid, set on one of the hills where Emily-Helen had enjoyed sunbathing. It was large enough for Emily-Helen's body and the barest necessities for her journey into the next life. Hieroglyphs covered every wall. The sigils protecting the inside and outside had been harder, and Solomon had in the end submitted to approaching Shudder for help with that in a very awkward encounter he had no intention of repeating. The writing of some of those sigils had been incorporated into the ritual when Emily-Helen was interred, but others were pre-written, only to be closed--ones to protect the pyramid from degradation and damage, and to ward the doorway and interior from incursion.
Solomon wasn't fluent in Egyptian, but he had been doing his research and he did remember some of the rituals in which he'd participated when he had visited the Temple there; between those he managed a complete, if simplified, series of rituals to properly inter the turtle-hatchling. He had left messages for those he knew would want to be present, but hadn't made a public announcement. Somehow he doubted Bakura would appreciate that.
The rituals took some time, but even after they were over Solomon waited at the tomb until the rest of those present had left. He send Marcelon away and stayed out of immediate sight but didn't try to hide himself either, standing in the shadows at the bottom of the hill. The door to the tomb had been left open.
B: At home
Leaving aside the work on Emily-Helen's body, Solomon still had plenty to do. There was trying to finish mapping the tunnels under the shell, for one. He had sent zombified birds down into the holes, trying to find where the chink in the shell in the ritual chamber led. So far few of them had returned, and without much success. He had left marks on the diomara where needed.
Right now his research into the Dreaming seemed both laughably off-track and potentially saving. If there was a way to flee into it, or use it as a weapon against Malicant ... there was too much potential in it to give it up, and yet it was time-consuming. Solomon persevered nevertheless, and now that Skulduggery wasn't tainted home was probably the safest place for Solomon right now.
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