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tushanshu_logs2016-04-04 11:21 pm
ruinsprofessor) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-04-04 11:21 pm
and the air was full [April, catchall, OPEN]
Characters: Raine Sage, OPEN
Date: April, various
Location: Healers' Guild, apartment, sky, other
Situation: a variety! This is definitely your stop for Raine at the Healers' Guild, for sure. Others tba.
Warnings/Rating: None currently; will update as that changes.
A | Healers' Guild | open
Raine, most days of the week, can be found at the Healers' Guild, though rarely at the front desk. Any of the multiple kedan who volunteer or heal here will be happy to point visitors toward Raine's office, however, especially if they have an appointment; even those not strictly looking for Raine will be pointed her way if they express they want to help around the Guild.
Raine can also occasionally be found in the halls, or simply passing through the main entryway, though she will appear somewhat distracted and may take a moment to focus on someone talking to her.
B | errands, out and about -- any sector OR outside Milyn's clinic | open
Basket in one hand, staff in the other, Raine isn't an uncommon sight in markets, or especially in the streets of the Water Sector. She walks quickly, like she's on a mission, but she can't help but turn her steps in Water toward Milyn's clinic.
She doesn't go in, but she stands across the street for a long time, a distantly troubled expression on her face.
C-1 | Hatal, Lorn Level | open
Raine's been spending some more time in Hatal, lately, but this-- this startles her. A group of Kin'nal are experimenting with something she recognizes-- a strange vehicle that looks somewhere between a motorcycle and a butterfly or dragon, and a small pack. "Excuse me," Raine says, hardly able to believe she's saying it. "I-- believe those are mine."
Anyone in the vicinity will shortly thereafter be witness to a peculiar sight, as Raine takes the pack and runs her hands over it. Yes, there are her initials, graven besides the silhouette of a wing. She manipulates it just so, and the entire vehicle vanishes into it, in a curious sliding of matter. Raine lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she tells the Kin'nal, who are more or less happy to let her take it, though she does insist on giving them some recompense.
She doesn't know what her rheaird is doing here, but it's a stroke of luck.
C-2 | skies over Keeliai | open to those with flight capabilities
Raine wastes no time in making sure it works as it should, and anyone in the sky or even looking up at the right time may catch sight of her. It works like a charm, and she handles it with the ease of practice as she skims over the city, mindful of the safe distance. She likes flying, a great deal more than she likes anything to do with swimming, and the rheaird is a small-impact piece of magitechnology, one that doesn't put an undue drain on her environment.
She indulges herself with a loop, when she thinks no one could possibly see.
D | apartment, Earth sector | Solomon
It's one of those days when Raine comes home after Solomon; she announces her return with a quiet "I'm home" from the door, and sets about putting her things away. Her jacket gets hung by the door, since things are warming and she really doesn't need it indoors, her staff leans next to it, and she idly orients on Solomon's mana -- his study, unsurprising -- and heads that way, turning the day over in her head as she does.
"Some days, I wonder about the wisdom of working in the Water sector," she says wryly, half to herself though it's aloud, and she leans in the doorway. Open, so he isn't involved in something he'd mind being interrupted. "How did your day go?"
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makaricrow and we can work something out! I'd love new CR as well as old.]
Date: April, various
Location: Healers' Guild, apartment, sky, other
Situation: a variety! This is definitely your stop for Raine at the Healers' Guild, for sure. Others tba.
Warnings/Rating: None currently; will update as that changes.
A | Healers' Guild | open
Raine, most days of the week, can be found at the Healers' Guild, though rarely at the front desk. Any of the multiple kedan who volunteer or heal here will be happy to point visitors toward Raine's office, however, especially if they have an appointment; even those not strictly looking for Raine will be pointed her way if they express they want to help around the Guild.
Raine can also occasionally be found in the halls, or simply passing through the main entryway, though she will appear somewhat distracted and may take a moment to focus on someone talking to her.
B | errands, out and about -- any sector OR outside Milyn's clinic | open
Basket in one hand, staff in the other, Raine isn't an uncommon sight in markets, or especially in the streets of the Water Sector. She walks quickly, like she's on a mission, but she can't help but turn her steps in Water toward Milyn's clinic.
She doesn't go in, but she stands across the street for a long time, a distantly troubled expression on her face.
C-1 | Hatal, Lorn Level | open
Raine's been spending some more time in Hatal, lately, but this-- this startles her. A group of Kin'nal are experimenting with something she recognizes-- a strange vehicle that looks somewhere between a motorcycle and a butterfly or dragon, and a small pack. "Excuse me," Raine says, hardly able to believe she's saying it. "I-- believe those are mine."
Anyone in the vicinity will shortly thereafter be witness to a peculiar sight, as Raine takes the pack and runs her hands over it. Yes, there are her initials, graven besides the silhouette of a wing. She manipulates it just so, and the entire vehicle vanishes into it, in a curious sliding of matter. Raine lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she tells the Kin'nal, who are more or less happy to let her take it, though she does insist on giving them some recompense.
She doesn't know what her rheaird is doing here, but it's a stroke of luck.
C-2 | skies over Keeliai | open to those with flight capabilities
Raine wastes no time in making sure it works as it should, and anyone in the sky or even looking up at the right time may catch sight of her. It works like a charm, and she handles it with the ease of practice as she skims over the city, mindful of the safe distance. She likes flying, a great deal more than she likes anything to do with swimming, and the rheaird is a small-impact piece of magitechnology, one that doesn't put an undue drain on her environment.
She indulges herself with a loop, when she thinks no one could possibly see.
D | apartment, Earth sector | Solomon
It's one of those days when Raine comes home after Solomon; she announces her return with a quiet "I'm home" from the door, and sets about putting her things away. Her jacket gets hung by the door, since things are warming and she really doesn't need it indoors, her staff leans next to it, and she idly orients on Solomon's mana -- his study, unsurprising -- and heads that way, turning the day over in her head as she does.
"Some days, I wonder about the wisdom of working in the Water sector," she says wryly, half to herself though it's aloud, and she leans in the doorway. Open, so he isn't involved in something he'd mind being interrupted. "How did your day go?"
[ooc: feel free to tag in to any one of these, or, if none suit, shoot me a pm or a pp at
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[ Evastelei, a powerful mage. ]
So it was the emperor Eshai that was murdered by the foreigner... Evastelei sacrificed herself willingly to save the foreigners, and... changed the Dreaming and Life Planes to make it happen?
[ She wishes she could have met Evastelei. She knew nothing about her, but she reminded Bisi of both Marguilis and The Lotus.
Solomon Wreath, another name. She nods. ]
Thank you. Would he know how to get back into the Dreaming?
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[She's always curious. And it will help if the Guild is ever called on to treat Bisi in the future.]
That's correct, yes. Eva helped us along the way, and in the end ensured we came back safely.
[Still: too many lives lost to Malicant.]
The nature of the planes means it's a bit more complex than a yes or no answer, but-- broadly, yes. At any rate, Solomon has a laboratory in this building, which I can direct you to if you like.
[Raine considers, briefly. Solomon can be sharp, yes; but Bisi still seems quite young, and will likely be polite. She doesn't anticipate a problem.] Let him know I sent you, if you do.
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It's more like an identity than a category. An identity thrust upon us by circumstance and judgement, but we've embraced it nonetheless.
The term has a long history now, and it's expanded into more of a banner... but originally it was just us, the survivors of the Zariman Ten-Zero. Our ship was lost in the Void for a very long time, and when we were discovered again, we were... different.
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[She could see that, in a linguistic sort of way.]
[She is not, however, completely oblivious to how that deflated Bisi; and, having her own similar complications regarding human blood, Raine judges something should probably be amended, and she sighs quietly.]
There are any number of us here who aren't human. Physiologically speaking, it's important to know what to expect, if you're injured. That's all. Matters of your identity are yours to determine.
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Yes. Tenno. The Orokin were scared of us because of our powers. We couldn't control them at first. ...we hurt a few people.
I don't... know. The Orokin didn't share the findings of their experiments with us. I'm afraid I won't be much help in that regard.
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[A sigh, less at Bisi and more at the ways of the worlds. It seems Bisi has things under control for now, at least.]
If you recall anything that might be useful, please let me know. In addition to being curious, I'd like to make sure we're prepared, in case you're hurt.
Did you have any other questions for me?
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[ She turned to leave. ]
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[Absent anything else pressing, Raine will let her go, returning to her other work.]