tushanshu_logs

Characters: Lapis and YOU (open!)
Date: Early August
Location: Varied
Situation: Varied. All take place after awakening again from her gem and facing down Irvine. Lapis attempts to adjust to life on the Turtle . . . and escape from it.
Warnings/Rating: Still probably spoilers. Also still may be some threat of Lapis fleeing or dowsing characters. ^^;

A. Turtle's Head - The stars weren't the same here.

At the Turtle's head, distant from the lights of the city, the heavens were laid out in full . . . a dizzying array of tiny lights sprinkled across the darkness.

Lapis knew the stars well. Knew she knew them -- that they were as familiar to her as her own hands. Even from Earth, she'd always been able to name any of them at a glance, and knew with barely a thought where her home was at any given instant.

Not so here. The star that lit Homeworld was nowhere to be found.

It was like a tether had been sliced away . . . without it, she reeled, uncertain and grasping, for a solidity that was no longer there. Without it, she was vulnerable to the inky expanse above her, bare.

She curled her arms around herself as though by doing so she could hold on . . . perched on the Turtle's head, tiny under the unknown sky.

B. Keelai - Water Sector - It had been days, and no sign of Jasper.

It seemed inconceivable that the other Gem would not be here. They had been fused -- one body, one mind, inseparable and pinned together beneath the full weight of the ocean of Earth.

Inconceivable that one could be pulled without the other. Impossible.

Lapis remained alert, combing what she could of the Turtle without inciting the attention of the locals. Surely the other Gem would have made herself visible . . . Jasper was that kind of personality, large and defiant, unafraid of consequences -- the sort who would have stood at the center of Keelai and announced herself, unconcerned about the teeming locals around her. Brazen in spite of the fact that they didn't know what this place was, what kind of dangers it could actually host.

Lapis was exhausted. Sleep wasn't something her body required . . . but rest certainly was. After so many hours of alertness, of vigilance, of forcing herself to push forward, she was at her limits.

As the sun rose higher in Keelai, she searched for a place to settle, wary of the kedan that had started to enter the streets.

C. Beach - Anyone watching might think she would never come up. Having waded as far out into the waves as she could manage, Lapis had dived, arching like a fish beneath the surface. One minute would pass. Two. Three. Longer than anyone should be able to hold their breath -- and yet still she did not emerge.

Follow her beneath the surface, look for her in the water, or wait until she comes back up.

D. Outside Keelai - She's just a dim speck in the sky, flying up, up, up, pushing, testing, ignoring the weight that settles through her stomach and heart and head, pressing, clenching . . . She pushes it as long and as hard as she can -- just a bit farther, and she'll push through. Just a bit farther and she'll be free . . .

And then the vertigo twists like a knife thrust through her insides, and she knows she never will. That's the moment before the blackness takes her, and she yields to unconsciousness.

She wakes up hurling through the air, wheeling out of control in wide, erratic circles. She gasps, pulls up hard on her wings. Wrests against the air, wings hauling hard against the wind.

The impact against the ground is hard. She slams into the earth, rolling what feels like a hundred times before coming to rest.

E. Have another idea? COME TO ME.

Threaded | Flat

Raine's morning commute to the Healers' Guild took her, necessarily, through Water Sector, and her more recent attempts to vary her route made sure that she saw a great deal of that sector on a weekly basis.

Today, those sights included a blue woman.

That took a second look, to be sure of, but her mana didn't feel like one of the kedan and, what was more, she didn't look comfortable in the streets of Keeliai. A newcomer, perhaps? It was enough to draw Raine aside from her accustomed path, approaching the woman from a direction that ensured she could be seen coming. "Excuse me," she said, polite. Maybe it was nothing, but it was better to ask. "Is everything all right?"

Since the fatigue hampering his powers had worn away, Ven had taken to soaring through the sky come nightfall. Stargazing was a familiar activity. A small reminder of home, but while he'd tried to glimpse at the stars from the city, the lights and the noise proved way too distracting. So, like Lapis, he sought out alternatives. Luckily, his Glider allowed him the freedom to soar.

Lapis might notice a strange speck zooming overhead, growing steadily louder as it approaches. What starts off as an indistinct dot soon becomes more distinct, taking on the form of an armored boy riding an unusual flying board with wing-like protrusions along its sides. He takes a quick peek down, then shifts his feet so that the board dips toward the turtle's head.

"Hey, you're that girl!"

That girl being the one that one guy talked about over the network. Blue hair, blue skin, it all matches up, so he comes shooting down, swerving past so not to hurt her. Once he's close enough to the turtle's head, his armor and Glider vanish in a flash, revealing a blond kid with... a terrible fashion sense and chunks of armor intermixed with his clothes. He's also got a wide smile fixed to his face.

"I hope I didn't scare you! Guess I got a little carried away..."

Zelgadis took to keeping an eye on the sky, and not just for the purposes of a map that showed the fact the Turtle was continuing to drift. As one of the few Foreigners on the Turtle with flight abilities -- not that he counted -- he knew any problems from that direction would be something he'd have to deal with. Like a blue winged woman falling out of the sky. He'd whipped up his own flight spell and attempted to come to the the rescue, only to see her hit the ground. He'd been too far away, damn it all. He hadn't known what the hell she was doing flying so high, or why no one had warned her.

Not that it mattered now. Bracing himself for an ugly sight, he landed approached her slowly. She didn't look like a bloody mess, which was surprising, but even Zelgadis himself wouldn't survive a fall from that high. "Damn it, I should have been quicker," he said to himself, assuming that the fall had killed her.

[OOC: I figured Lapis would react to someone walking up to her before Zel notices she's okay; let me know if you need an edit if he gets close enough to realize she's not dead/unconscious. Also Zel is covered in stone skin, including rocks on his face, though really not in a Gem-like way.]

Lapis isn't the only one who doesn't find familiar sights in the night skies over the turtle. Aang has yet to see a single constellation he recognizes, but...that doesn't stop him from looking.

More so now that Sokka and Katara have joined the list of those who've returned home.

Tonight it's thoughts of them that bring him to the Turtle's Head to pray. The wind kicks up slightly as he lands, his glider collapsing with a click.

Things seem to be all go on the beaches of Keelial...

Not only a week ago, Shay had found a new Foreigner washed up on the shores, and now this... He was worried, of course he was, but he gives her another minute or so. She's been under for five minutes. Even Shay, raised in the squalls of the Atlantic Ocean, couldn't hold his breath that long.

He doesn't hesitate; He wades in after her, not even bothering to strip off anything other than his pistols, tossed off to one side to protect the gunpowder (A resource hard to find), and dives under the water after the strange blue lady.

High above, Jack's flying over to check on the slowly encroaching waterline as it moves up the shell, as Tu Vishan continues to slowly sink. He's just in time to watch Lapis dive below the surface, and makes a slow circuit on the breeze that grows lower as time ticks past and he doesn't see her surface.

"Come on, come on..." he says under his breath.

B; 8/4 ish?

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A - The Turtle's Head

C! About the 9th?

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