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tushanshu_logs2015-10-06 10:02 pm
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[October catchall, OPEN] he don't say a word
Characters: China Sorrows and OPEN
Date: all of October, especially the early bits
Location: Keeliai. specifically: her apartment in Fire; Earth Sector, suspiciously close to the chiaroscuro household; Water Sector, up.
Situation: many, lots. including: a small piece of revenge.
Warnings/Rating: As ever, please be aware of China’s emotional manipulation magic. The thread with Anton now containsminor violence, some talk of torture, and some really very cranky people. additionally, lots of spoilers up through book 8 of the Skulduggery Pleasant series, in case you're concerned.
[A]
very early October [2-3?] | Earth Sector | semi-open
It is not, she will note, a fit of pique. That implies a passing grievance acted upon in rashness. Rather, China’s actions in early October are partial action on a grudge she’s been nurturing for the better part of fifty years, sparked in this instance by Solomon Wreath’s inability to recognize when well enough should be left alone.
China had the array mostly crafted before that, for a variety of reasons; it’s simply a matter of adjusting it a little. It’s a sleek, minimalistic little arrangement, designed to temporarily remove a person’s voice, and which keys off the passing of a threshold -- it wouldn’t work anywhere else, the way she’s crafted it. The trade-offs were calculated. She does, pointedly, add a conditional activation. It won’t trigger save for a man who possesses death magic but lacks eyesight.
(She has no illusions that it would be a good idea to catch Sage in a crossfire.)
Wreath’s schedule is less fixed than Sage’s, but it’s not exceptionally difficult to find a time when they’re both away and the building is relatively unobserved, even for someone who draws as much attention as she does. It’s twenty minutes at most with ink and brush and her exceptionally steady hands, and the precise curves of those tidy interlinked sigils go active, fading into the doorjamb.
As tempting as it is to stick around to watch, that will make it plain something’s afoot. China retreats to a café within reasonable distance instead, and she remains there much of the day, her head bent over a sheaf of papers which are filled with the sigil equivalent of gibberish.
[ooc; feel free to encounter China at the café, where she will be some variety of shifty, but her sabotage sigilwork is something which has been cleared with all parties to be affected by it and should not be interrupted. If you have questions or concerns, please pm me.]
[B]
mid-October | Water Sector | open
When a contact prefers to conduct a meeting in public -- where it will, in theory, be more difficult to waylay them -- China will often meet them in one café or another, and as a result she’s become quite versed in the virtues and vices of a number of the little restaurants in Keeliai. This one’s small, but in the open air. Good visibility. A number of ways to approach.
China’s been stood up, or so it looks by her irritated expression and the untouched drink opposite her. Either that, or her contact did not, in fact, want to deal. Whatever it was, it must have been especially annoying to her for the irritation to actually show.
[C]
any October | Fire Sector, apartment, up or down | open
China hasn’t taken to rooftops in many years, but certain of her interactions with Arno in September have reminded her that they’re more viable than she usually considers, and also that she hasn’t properly warded her own.
So there will be a few points in October during which she can be found, not inside her building, but atop it, ink and brushes and carving tool in hand, tinkering with her wards in great arcs of black ink and graven lines.
One evening, she simply sits, and appreciates the sky.
Much of the month, though, it’s easy to find China in her domain. She’s taken to lighting a lantern to tell people whether she’s available to speak to or not, a pale papery thing that she leaves just outside her door. It’s practically guaranteed she’ll answer the door if it’s lit.
[ooc; if you need anything more specific or just want to plot, toss me a pm or a pp at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Date: all of October, especially the early bits
Location: Keeliai. specifically: her apartment in Fire; Earth Sector, suspiciously close to the chiaroscuro household; Water Sector, up.
Situation: many, lots. including: a small piece of revenge.
Warnings/Rating: As ever, please be aware of China’s emotional manipulation magic. The thread with Anton now contains
[A]
very early October [2-3?] | Earth Sector | semi-open
It is not, she will note, a fit of pique. That implies a passing grievance acted upon in rashness. Rather, China’s actions in early October are partial action on a grudge she’s been nurturing for the better part of fifty years, sparked in this instance by Solomon Wreath’s inability to recognize when well enough should be left alone.
China had the array mostly crafted before that, for a variety of reasons; it’s simply a matter of adjusting it a little. It’s a sleek, minimalistic little arrangement, designed to temporarily remove a person’s voice, and which keys off the passing of a threshold -- it wouldn’t work anywhere else, the way she’s crafted it. The trade-offs were calculated. She does, pointedly, add a conditional activation. It won’t trigger save for a man who possesses death magic but lacks eyesight.
(She has no illusions that it would be a good idea to catch Sage in a crossfire.)
Wreath’s schedule is less fixed than Sage’s, but it’s not exceptionally difficult to find a time when they’re both away and the building is relatively unobserved, even for someone who draws as much attention as she does. It’s twenty minutes at most with ink and brush and her exceptionally steady hands, and the precise curves of those tidy interlinked sigils go active, fading into the doorjamb.
As tempting as it is to stick around to watch, that will make it plain something’s afoot. China retreats to a café within reasonable distance instead, and she remains there much of the day, her head bent over a sheaf of papers which are filled with the sigil equivalent of gibberish.
[ooc; feel free to encounter China at the café, where she will be some variety of shifty, but her sabotage sigilwork is something which has been cleared with all parties to be affected by it and should not be interrupted. If you have questions or concerns, please pm me.]
[B]
mid-October | Water Sector | open
When a contact prefers to conduct a meeting in public -- where it will, in theory, be more difficult to waylay them -- China will often meet them in one café or another, and as a result she’s become quite versed in the virtues and vices of a number of the little restaurants in Keeliai. This one’s small, but in the open air. Good visibility. A number of ways to approach.
China’s been stood up, or so it looks by her irritated expression and the untouched drink opposite her. Either that, or her contact did not, in fact, want to deal. Whatever it was, it must have been especially annoying to her for the irritation to actually show.
[C]
any October | Fire Sector, apartment, up or down | open
China hasn’t taken to rooftops in many years, but certain of her interactions with Arno in September have reminded her that they’re more viable than she usually considers, and also that she hasn’t properly warded her own.
So there will be a few points in October during which she can be found, not inside her building, but atop it, ink and brushes and carving tool in hand, tinkering with her wards in great arcs of black ink and graven lines.
One evening, she simply sits, and appreciates the sky.
Much of the month, though, it’s easy to find China in her domain. She’s taken to lighting a lantern to tell people whether she’s available to speak to or not, a pale papery thing that she leaves just outside her door. It’s practically guaranteed she’ll answer the door if it’s lit.
[ooc; if you need anything more specific or just want to plot, toss me a pm or a pp at
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That's more wisdom, perhaps, or just a healthy sense of self preservation. It could go either way with Arno, really.
"If one CAN avoid that, I agree. "
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He earns himself some points for effort, though. Some.
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"I suppose a closet full of apology gifts WOULD be something of a giveaway."
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She's probably only teasing him, not genuinely intending to leverage it.
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A beat. She puts her nearly empty cup down again. "Has the tea been to your liking?" she inquires, because she is after all the host, and she does have manners.
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"I shall, of course do my best." As for the tea, why yes, that's fine too. Arno does smile at this question, nodding.
"Quite good. I'm not so accustomed to tea but this is...I could get to like it."
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"Perhaps we shall find reason to repeat the occasion, then," she says lightly, the invitation rather obviously implicit by her standards. "Though I do recommend the use of the front door. I've been setting wards in place." She offers him a little curve of a smile.
Not everyone would merit the warning.
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"I would like that rather a lot." He agrees. "And that is rather good to know. Testing wards tends to be a bit...painful for me."
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"I don't recommend you do it, no," China says. "When I need them tested, I tend to look for people who haven't been forewarned."
It's more entertaining that way. And also ensures no one attempts to circumvent them, or indeed knows what they've just run into. She considers the assassin in her living-room a little longer. "Do be careful," she says at length, and offers little more. It might be the hint of a farewell, or it might be a genuine warning. Who knows.
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"I can imagine." He agrees. "And the hotel wards were 'enjoyable' enough to trigger, trust me." At least he survived those, mostly because about all he'd done was fall repeatedly, but still.
That WOULD be entertaining. It's probably much like trying to watch apprentices find the assassins in Paris, waiting for them to trigger the secret mechanisms to get them into the proper areas and down the corridors and all. Reactions are fantastic sometimes.
"Ah, I certainly shall. Good advice, I think."
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She doesn't have anything lethal in the mix, at least.
"Caution is rarely inadvisable," she agrees, still lightly teasing, and subsides.
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He repeats the word, drawing it out a little as he considers it, and what he might be asked to take caution against.
"One would think I had absorbed that already, but reminders DO tend to keep me out of hot water. Hotter water anyway."