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tushanshu_logs2013-06-06 02:48 pm
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[OPEN] For people who needed to get Malicant info from Elfman.
Characters: Iorveth and yooooou
Date: 6/6
Location: Turtle's head
Situation: Iorveth sitting around taking notes on things and trying to think, come interrupt him so he can grump at you. Also, this is for people that wanted to get their characters involved in the Malicant Investigation Super Team of People Doing Illegal Things and needed to try to pry Malicant information from Iorveth. If you want to try to set up a thread for it, hit me up on the plot post there and I'll talk it out with you. Just want to make sure you actually get the info, seeing as it's hard to get him to share secrets icly D: If you'd just like to bug him outside of getting information, feel free to hop in :3 Just let me know if you do want to get info from him on the ooc plot post so we can work it out /o/
Warnings/Rating: Uh idk like PG-13? There could be cursing.
[ There is an odd kind of peace near the head of Tu Vishan that Iorveth has not felt in a very long time, and only now does he take to believe that the boy he had dreamed of was the spirit of this creature - perhaps a grand spirit of nature all it's own. Dana does not rule in the world, but life and what sustains it still has it's own nurturing soul. Something he's much more certain of as he sits cross legged underneath a tree near the curved edge of the turtle's upper shell. He can see the ocean from here, the tranquil rolling of the waves almost mesmerizing.
But it's a lie, isn't it? Even here, with the area near the Palace looking so lush and vibrant, this land is dying - something slow but mounting rapidly, and while he can't be certain if it is that creature, Malicant, that the Emperor spoke to him of, there's a suspicion that it's not unrelated. His expression sours, and Iorveth has always hated the lull of setting that has people ignoring the things happening around them. The way men would simply walk past Aen Seidhe peasants being beaten in the streets. The way the simple city elves, no long able to call themselves Aen Seidhe, would think they were safe in their hovels if they just endured and stayed out of the way. Endured until a riot began and their district burnt to ash as they clawed at the bolted doors. He brings a hand up, a pencil held between fingers, to rub at the scarred cheekbone just under the cloth covering the empty socket that had once held his right eye. A phantom irritation.
Glancing back down, the tip of the pencil traces over the pad of paper in his lap, reading back over the notes he's taken in a language he knows no one in this realm could read - Elder Speech, his native tongue. He's read over it who knows how many times, made notes here and there, trying to find some place to start. He has some ideas, some places to search, some people to press for more information, but nothing so solid. Nothing solid enough to make him feel settled. But how possible is that? Fighting an immaterial thing that can kill with a thought? Be anyone and anything? What if it's here already? What if one of those people he's cracked to and given information to had been the creature in disguise? He knows already that it's terror began ages ago with it posing as a rebellion leader. As exactly what Iorveth has always acted as.
There is no one he can trust but at the same time, what choice does he have? He cannot do this alone. ]
Date: 6/6
Location: Turtle's head
Situation: Iorveth sitting around taking notes on things and trying to think, come interrupt him so he can grump at you. Also, this is for people that wanted to get their characters involved in the Malicant Investigation Super Team of People Doing Illegal Things and needed to try to pry Malicant information from Iorveth. If you want to try to set up a thread for it, hit me up on the plot post there and I'll talk it out with you. Just want to make sure you actually get the info, seeing as it's hard to get him to share secrets icly D: If you'd just like to bug him outside of getting information, feel free to hop in :3 Just let me know if you do want to get info from him on the ooc plot post so we can work it out /o/
Warnings/Rating: Uh idk like PG-13? There could be cursing.
[ There is an odd kind of peace near the head of Tu Vishan that Iorveth has not felt in a very long time, and only now does he take to believe that the boy he had dreamed of was the spirit of this creature - perhaps a grand spirit of nature all it's own. Dana does not rule in the world, but life and what sustains it still has it's own nurturing soul. Something he's much more certain of as he sits cross legged underneath a tree near the curved edge of the turtle's upper shell. He can see the ocean from here, the tranquil rolling of the waves almost mesmerizing.
But it's a lie, isn't it? Even here, with the area near the Palace looking so lush and vibrant, this land is dying - something slow but mounting rapidly, and while he can't be certain if it is that creature, Malicant, that the Emperor spoke to him of, there's a suspicion that it's not unrelated. His expression sours, and Iorveth has always hated the lull of setting that has people ignoring the things happening around them. The way men would simply walk past Aen Seidhe peasants being beaten in the streets. The way the simple city elves, no long able to call themselves Aen Seidhe, would think they were safe in their hovels if they just endured and stayed out of the way. Endured until a riot began and their district burnt to ash as they clawed at the bolted doors. He brings a hand up, a pencil held between fingers, to rub at the scarred cheekbone just under the cloth covering the empty socket that had once held his right eye. A phantom irritation.
Glancing back down, the tip of the pencil traces over the pad of paper in his lap, reading back over the notes he's taken in a language he knows no one in this realm could read - Elder Speech, his native tongue. He's read over it who knows how many times, made notes here and there, trying to find some place to start. He has some ideas, some places to search, some people to press for more information, but nothing so solid. Nothing solid enough to make him feel settled. But how possible is that? Fighting an immaterial thing that can kill with a thought? Be anyone and anything? What if it's here already? What if one of those people he's cracked to and given information to had been the creature in disguise? He knows already that it's terror began ages ago with it posing as a rebellion leader. As exactly what Iorveth has always acted as.
There is no one he can trust but at the same time, what choice does he have? He cannot do this alone. ]
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Come. [ He spends a moment scrawling some elven looking writing shit on the paper he has in front of him before pulling her attention to it. ] Look.
[ He taps his pencil on a line that says Ceád'mil, saovwedd. ] This is a general greeting, and the second part: "ghost-child." [ Because of her invisibility thing - it makes him think of something like a ghost or spirit drifting through things. Pointing at the next line down that says 'Hael, sor'ca' ]
This is another greeting meaning wishes of health and safety. And this - "little sister". [ Tapping another that says 'Feainnewedd'. ] "Child of the Sun". There are not many Aen Seidhe with golden hair.
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"ghost-child" gets a laugh out of her.] That makes me sound not quite alive.
[The other words, though, the explanation he gives her, it makes her feel... Warm. Good. Little sister. Child of the Sun. A small smile tugs at her lips. Close enough, she supposes. She's really a Daughter of the Moon, but it's a cute description of blonde hair.] Blonde hair, natural blonde, it's becoming kind of rare where I'm from, too. [That's what she chooses to comment on, because she isn't sure how much emphasis she'd like to place on the "little sister" bit, how comfortable it would make him feel.]
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It can also mean 'spirit' or 'soul'.
[ Close to the same thing, but a little less on the dead side. And it seems like she's a fan of the last one, so he expounds on that bit. ] It is the name of a flower native to my home as well - rare and found only in a couple places. [ and since it's the name of something, it comes out as the original word when he speaks it. ] Feainnewedd - it's associated with an ancient legend of an Aen Seidhe woman named Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal.
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It makes sense. My consciousness still exists within my molecules. Maybe you're more correct than I could ever get.
[Her blue eyes light up a bit as he continues on with the explanation. She pauses a moment, trying to sound out the word before she attempts it.] Feainnewedd. [It's foreign on her tongue, kind of awkward. She can speak Latin like it's nobody's business, but this is different.] What's the legend?