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tushanshu_logs2013-04-22 07:46 pm
amonfire) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-04-22 07:46 pm
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Characters: Amon, Various, and OPEN
Date: April 22nd
Location: WA-3A: Amon's apartment & Free clinic in the Earth Sector
Situation: Amon takes an apprentice, and hears a rumour about Charter magic spreading.
Warnings/Rating: Apprehensive no
Earth Sector:
[ Amon suspected his cheekbone had nearly been broken during arrest; he hadn't been able to wear his mask since without dull yet constant pain. It made interacting with others in person...a task, to say the least. ]
A Marius Pontmercy, and a gentlemen who answers to Javert; I don't want the letters sent close to each other.
[ Amon slipped a few extra juulan in the kedan woman's hand to compensate for the eccentric request tagged onto the end. Kedan displayed a willingness to work with Amon once he immersed himself in the poorest district of the Earth sector at the clinic, and knew when and where his juulan would serve his interests.
Neither of the two missives were personal or even very interesting; he never did enjoy writing letters. To Marius he wrote a simple thank you letter for his actions on the stockade that then bluntly shifted to comment on his difficulties in finding employment, and his readiness to return a favour. The letter to Javert was far more terse to the point of almost being inimical. There were oblique hopes that their last...encounter didn't sour any impressions and well-wishes that the last few days treated him kindly. With little preamble it broke into a strong wish to see him after hearing about 'a girl with bells throwing water at people.'
Missives sent and Amon disappeared back into his clinic, alone. The wind chime the hung outside on the sandstone window frames was quiet in the still and stifling afternoon air. Amon took it as a sign he should close the doors and trap whatever cool breeze was left before going back to his desk. They were low on antibiotics and fresh frozen plasma. They were low on a lot of things. The only thing he wished to be short of was visitors. ]
Water Sector: Closed to Sabriel
[ That night he left for his apartment when he stopped and disappeared into the wrong alley way. Armed with a hunch that had put through the rumour mill one too many times, he ended up at the front door to Sabriel's suite. He knocked only once. ]
Date: April 22nd
Location: WA-3A: Amon's apartment & Free clinic in the Earth Sector
Situation: Amon takes an apprentice, and hears a rumour about Charter magic spreading.
Warnings/Rating: Apprehensive no
Earth Sector:
[ Amon suspected his cheekbone had nearly been broken during arrest; he hadn't been able to wear his mask since without dull yet constant pain. It made interacting with others in person...a task, to say the least. ]
A Marius Pontmercy, and a gentlemen who answers to Javert; I don't want the letters sent close to each other.
[ Amon slipped a few extra juulan in the kedan woman's hand to compensate for the eccentric request tagged onto the end. Kedan displayed a willingness to work with Amon once he immersed himself in the poorest district of the Earth sector at the clinic, and knew when and where his juulan would serve his interests.
Neither of the two missives were personal or even very interesting; he never did enjoy writing letters. To Marius he wrote a simple thank you letter for his actions on the stockade that then bluntly shifted to comment on his difficulties in finding employment, and his readiness to return a favour. The letter to Javert was far more terse to the point of almost being inimical. There were oblique hopes that their last...encounter didn't sour any impressions and well-wishes that the last few days treated him kindly. With little preamble it broke into a strong wish to see him after hearing about 'a girl with bells throwing water at people.'
Missives sent and Amon disappeared back into his clinic, alone. The wind chime the hung outside on the sandstone window frames was quiet in the still and stifling afternoon air. Amon took it as a sign he should close the doors and trap whatever cool breeze was left before going back to his desk. They were low on antibiotics and fresh frozen plasma. They were low on a lot of things. The only thing he wished to be short of was visitors. ]
Water Sector: Closed to Sabriel
[ That night he left for his apartment when he stopped and disappeared into the wrong alley way. Armed with a hunch that had put through the rumour mill one too many times, he ended up at the front door to Sabriel's suite. He knocked only once. ]
no subject
[Sabriel holds out her right hand, conjuring an orange and yellow fireball twice the size of her fist.]
This fire would burn you- but only in the way any nonmagical fire would, and would respond to the same treatments.
[In a sudden wash of hot air, the fireball dissipates, and is replaced by gold and silver flames. Careful observation would reveal the Charter marks visible in them.]
Burns from this flame would not. Particularly if the individual was Dead, a creature of Free magic, or a Free magic sorcerer.
no subject
Not far removed from firebending [ Realising he was commenting without added context he turned it back to Sabriel. ]
The 'individual' was as far removed as magic or anything of its kind as one could be; I still not certain it was anything less than a spell that 'burnt' their skin.
no subject
I think I'd need to see the injury in question to tell you what I can do to help- or can you describe the injury and any unusual effects in a bit more detail?