tushanshu_logs | Do You Walk in the Shadow of Men...

Characters: Valdis and open
Date: The Month of May
Location: Throughout Keeliai
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In Headers

Moving out of the hotel didn’t take long. Valdis hired a few kedan to help her move her things to the small house near the former palace gardens. It was a comfortable enough space, moreso because Wan had built it. She wasn’t entirely certain why she had waited so long to move here, but perhaps she had just needed time to let go of Anton. The house needed a bit of work after having sat empty for so long, but not much and nothing she wasn’t willing to do. Valdis was capable of creating things, not just destroying them.

The KPD hasn’t let up on patrols and she’s renewed the watches on the water sources. She now had thirty-seven officers and the support of the Justice Guild, a far cry from where she had started almost a year ago. The addition of four Kirin to the KPD resources had been a bright spot, but now Valdis had to find a caretaker for them. She hoped that the four mounts could help reduce response times to crisis as well as aid in crowd control should something arise. Allying with the Guild of Justice and Arbitration had been a wise move as it seemed to calm things down a bit and give both parties a more stabilizing structure. Now she could hunt...

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That was the question, wasn't it? Which powers actually worked in Keeliai and which didn't. Some things seemed to be unique to their own worlds, while others adapted just fine.

"It's worth a try at least," she replied, "What language?"

"Does it matter?"

Devin wasn't sure how much information he wanted to share with her on the matter. True, it was a language accessible to most anyone in his world, if one knew how to use it properly, so it wasn't the greatest of secrets. Even so, one more thing that associated him with angels was not something he desired to reveal to Valdis unless he had to.

"Well now it does," Valdis said, arching a delicate brow, "Mostly because I sense you don't want to tell me."

She took another drink of tea.

"But I know many languages, I'll probably recognize it whether you tell me or not."

That wasn't actually a straight question, so he considered being especially ornery and not telling her at all for a moment. After a faint frown pinched his brow, he spoke again.

"It's called Enochian. How well do you know your ancient religious texts?"

Valdis blinked. Enochian?. That language was beyond her knowledge, though whether it had always been was unknown. Enochian was as unique as the demonic language, and she didn't know that one either.

"My skills concerning that language are somewhat wanting. But I am familiar with most religious texts."

"Then you might recall the Book of Enoch. According to John Dee and Edward Kelley, two Englishman in the late sixteenth century, Enoch was the last living human prior who spoke directly with angels - and spoke their language. The versions they published proved to be too similar to English syntax to be credible, but that was intentional," Devin explained, his tone as light as if discussing the weather.

"They were given false information. The real language exists, and it's theoretically accessible to anyone who knows what they're doing, but it's rigid and unforgiving at the same time. Think of it like a computer code, and whatever code you execute becomes written into the fabric of reality. Most people don't know it's full extent, but it's primarily used for wards."

"Ah, yes." She did recall that one. "The Book of Enoch, left out of the Christian holy book for holding a different view of the histories."

She had heard of those men too, and their conversations with 'angels', 'angels' who were probably demons seeking to taunt and corrupt humanity further. But though she probably should know it, Valdis couldn't come up with any words in the language of the angels. She probably had Amos and the Void to thank for that.

"Wards," She mused. Wards weren't a foreign concept, humans were quite creative and she had read several books containing the idea of them. "So your plan is to place a protective barrier around my house."

"Also left out of the biblical canon as used by Jews, except for Beta Israel. A handful of Christian groups regard it as canon, too," Devin pointed out. There was often a grain of truth in all things, and the trick was sorting out what it was. As much could be true in the Book of Enoch as was false.

"That's one option. Wards can be used to keep people out, or to prevent them from really 'seeing' the place, or do any number of other things if you know how to mold the language. It's primary use by humans is not nearly the depth of what it can do." Which made it dangerous, and he considered it very fortunate that few people knew more than basic wards. "The problem with it in this case is how to narrow the field - the cultists aren't unique in any metaphysical way. It may be simplest to bar anyone other than yourself, but you won't be able to have house guests for the duration."

"Well, parts of Enoch are incorrect," Valdis said, "But so much of the writings are romanticized that finding the truth is difficult unless you are an Angel or Demon."

Religion, as humans practiced it, was incredibly flawed.

"I don't have many visitors anyway," she said, "The house is fairly secluded."

Which could be both bad and good, but Wan had liked it that way and being surrounded by the gardens would be lovely when the flowers were in bloom.

"Can you blame them? Mortal minds don't handle that much power very well."

Devin nodded to the last. "I can remove them later, if they prove unnecessary. Assuming I can get it to work in the first place. I'll have to test it."

In private. He didn't want to start setting wards on the tea shop table, in case they backfired somehow.

"That is true," she agreed, she had other opinions regarding religion and mortals, but this was not the time.

"Hopefully they will prove unnecessary, I don't like feeling as if I should be looking over my shoulder all the time."

Because between Eliyen and Devin insisting on plans in case of an attack, perhaps she should be concerned about it too. They didn't even need to injure her, if they somehow got their Red Mist working, she would be doing all the injuring for them. But that had been a risk before this little plot, though it would reflect far more poorly on her now than before.

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Hope for the best, plan for the worst. It would be better to have something in place should things go sideways than not.

"I'll let you know if they function here and then I can place them. It shouldn't take more than a few hours."

"Fine."

She finished off her tea and stood up, leaving enough juulan on the table to pay for the both of them.

"I suppose I'll see you around then," she replied, slipping back into character.

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