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WHO: Sabriel
WHERE: Around Bajikan and the Eluvio
WHEN: Throughout the event
WHAT: Sabriel tries to get used to her new surroundings
WARNINGS: None so far?

Eluvio

[Sabriel looks... well, lost would be putting it mildly. Especially since her sword and armor make her look positively archaic. She feels less like a grown, competent Abhorsen, and more like a frightened schoolgirl once again, out of her depth and not sure what dangers she faces.

Aside from conjuring some lights during a blackout, Sabriel doesn't use any magic until she gets to her bunk-she's surrounded by technology that's already erratic, no need to make things worse- but after she closes the door to her quarters, people nearby may notice the lights flickering as a chill mist seeps out from the door and frost slowly creeps over it as the air temperature drops.]

Ira

[Sabriel's mostly spending time at weapon shops, admiring the wares, and occasionally testing the balance of a sword or a knife, or asking questions about guns and other technically advanced weapons. They might be useless against more supernatural opponents, but Sabriel isn't sure what foes she might face here- or if she'll face any at all.

She's also able to make a some money here by placing spells on weapons- and healing those who've overestimated their abilities in combat. As time goes on though, Sabriel starts to get tired of this- Maybe it's just something about this place, maybe it's just that she's sick of dealing with people. Whichever it is, she's storming away, one hand already on her sword.]

Superbia

[Initially? Sabriel goes in simply to get a haircut, and to check her surroundings. But she feels... good here. More sure of herself than she has since she arrived on the Eluvio. After her haircut, she heads to the beach to watch the sunset and meditate on the Charter without being surrounded by technology.

Meditating on the Charter was soothing, and magic was something she knew she was good at. She had the raw power, all she needed was the experience and skill to fully use it. So why not practice?

By the time the sun has set, Sabriel's surrounded by shining, golden symbols, Charter marks she's linking together into an intricate pattern. It's a spell she's familiar with, but had always been cautious about casting. Now though? Now she feels like it should be easy.]

Avaritia

[Between spending most of her childhood and teenage years at a boarding school, and then becoming Abhorsen, Sabriel has rarely had the opportunity or resources to engage in shopping as a recreational activity. Here though... well, she's starting to see the appeal. There are so many things, so many clothes, such pretty jewelry, and so many things she couldn't have imagined existed, let alone dreamed were possible. Sabriel tries to restrain herself, to focus on finding practical, useful items, she found herself drawn to more trivial things. A blue and gold tea set, a locket that could turn memories into sounds and record them, a hair clip with little bells that chimed sweetly ever time the wearer moved their head... Sabriel forces herself back to looking at more practical clothes, although in this place even those seem to be finely made, with good quality material.]

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[ Luke's on his way down the corridor, toolbelt strapped on. He's been trying (sometimes in vain) to keep the systems up and avoid more blackouts or power surges after last month's insanity. He pauses as he notices flickering lights and then a shivering chill that runs down his spine. That's... not right, is it? Are the environmental controls malfunctioning? Luke's brow furrows and then he catches sight of the mist seeping under the door. After a moment of just staring, he steps up and raps on the door. ]

Uh, hey. Anyone in there? You OK?

[ Because that seems like a bad sign. A part of him remembers the cave on Dagobah and he shrugs that memory off. Nothing to think about or drag back up.]

[There's a bad feeling around the fog- something about the way it moves doesn't seem to be quite natural, but about a minute after he knocks on the door it quickly dissipates. The door is answered by a girl a few years younger than him, unnaturally pale and covered in rapidly melting frost. She looks surprised to see someone at the door.]

What- did something happen?

[ Luke blinks. There's something tugging at the back of his mind. A bad feeling about some of this - mainly the mist and the way it seems to drift and move. Besides, why is there fog on a space ship? That feeling gets shunted aside as the door opens and he has a chance to get a look at Sabriel. Why is she covered in frost? What's with that?

Luke frowns. ]

No, nothing happened. Just some lights flickering and fog rolling out of your room.

[ Because that happens every day.]

And -- you look kind of cold, actually.

Edited 2017-03-11 04:38 (UTC)

[Sabriel flinches, and for a moment looks- well, like a schoolgirl caught out of bounds. Then her expression shifts to something more reserved and serious. Somehow, she doubts being completely honest about this is going to help.]

Well, the ship's been having blackouts and other technical problems, as I understand it. [Which has been useful cover for her. By now, the frost has melted, leaving her looking slightly damp.]

And I was- meditating, and practicing using one of my abilities. I expected the room to get cold, but I didn't expect it to spread outside.

[ The flinch makes Luke frown. He didn't mean to intrude or come off as judgmental (and the expression is familiar; it's one he wore when Uncle Owen barked at him for spending all his time playing around). He eases back a step to give her a bit of space. ]

Yeah, tell me about it. It's been a real pain - I'm not sure we can fix all of it-

[ Meditation? Luke perks slightly, a smile starting to tug at the corner of his features. He can... maybe help with that? ]

Meditating? I've been working on that too. What sort of abilities? I know everyone here as all sorts of stuff - well, I do. I'm a Jedi.

[ It all comes spilling out in a slightly awkward but enthusiastic jumble. ]

[There's a look of polite incomprehension at the term. but Sabriel mentally files away that information about people having different abilities.]

I'm a Charter mage- I use magic. [It's the vaguest description possible, but Sabriel's not sure if anyone will believe a more detailed one. Or if anyone believes magic exists in the first place.]

[ They can be mutually incomprehensible for a little while, then. He blinks and tries to place the word. Mage. Magic. He knows the concept, but he's never really met anyone who claimed to use it. Where he's form, it's usually the Force. ]

Magic? You mean... the Force? Or, I guess, like the Force? Some kind of energy field?

[ He kind of grasps the concept. His brow furrows and he folds his arms. ]

What's the "Charter" mean?

The Charter contains and describes everything that exists, has existed, or might exist, and the connections between them. [She's not even sure what an 'energy field' is.]

I suppose you could describe it as a sort of force, though.

Huh. That actually sounds sort of familiar.

[ Luke scratches at his cheek. That sounds exactly like the Force as far as he's concerned and he opens his mouth to say as much when realizes that he basically just interrupted her in the middle of something and now he's asking weird questions. The sudden shifting of gears is visible on his face as he starts to try and backpedal a little. ]

Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just thought...

[ That someone might be in trouble. ]

It does? [Sabriel looks at him with sudden interest.] How so?

[Is he some sort of mage as well? He doesn't have a Charter mark though.]

Kind of! It sounds an awful lot like the Force. It's like... an energy field that surrounds us, makes us up, binds us together. Everything in the universe.

[ Luke nods. That makes sense, right? He's mostly parroting his old master(s). ]

Not exactly the same, but very similar.

Do you also practice a baptism rite?

Baptism?

[ Luke looks confused for a moment, as if he's trying to place the word and then he laughs and shakes his head. ]

No, no, nothing like that. Just a lot of training and meditation. I'm pretty sure my old master went hard on me deliberately, too...

So there's no initiation- anyone can learn to use it, if they put the effort in?

Uh, sort of? You have to be... almost born to it, I guess. Not everyone can feel it and it takes a lot of training to get any good at it.

[ Again, long story. But he's doing his best to explain. ]

I'm still sort of in training myself.

[ Felix doesn't share Sabriel's practical mentality toward the district. To him, it's a veritable wonderland of all the extravagant things he doesn't need or actually want but has to have because it exists and isn't currently in his possession. He comes every day, after procuring funding through activities both legal and probably not so legal, to find things to add to his ever growing hoard of stuff.

Today's been an eventful trip and he's currently walking down the street with a large thing floating along behind him. Every so often he casts a wary glance back at it—huragoks were part of the Covenant once and he'll always be wary of former Covenant aliens—but it doesn't attack him or anyone else. It just follows him placidly, occasionally touching his shoulder with one of its creepy tentacles.

He's in the process of twisting around to slap the thing off of him again and shout at the big gas bag to knock it the fuck off when he walks right into something. Someone, he realizes as he whips back around, too late to pull out of the collision. ]

Hey. [ There's no real bite to it when he says it to her. He's too busy slapping at the huragok's tentacle for that. ] Watch where I'm going, huh?

[Sabriel staggers, dropping some of her purchases- nothing fragile, so she's on the verge of assuring the man that it's fine, picking up what she dropped, and heading on her way- until she notices what's behind him.

At which point she almost drops what she's holding again.]

What are you?

[She's not afraid- whatever it is, it's neither Dead, supernatural, or obviously threatening, but even after several days of strange sights, it still looks bizarre. Rather, she looks at it with undisguised awe and wonder. She shifts her purchases around so she can hold out her hand to it.]

[ She's not talking to him. Felix knows this. Just like he knows that she means the huragok. But just because he knows a thing doesn't mean that he's not going to be a pain in the ass about it first. ]

I'm human. [ He says it with all the confidence of someone who believes that she's talking to him. Then, after a beat, he jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the floating thing behind him. ] And that's a huragok.

[ And because it knows that it's being discussed, even if it doesn't speak a language understandable to most others, it offers one of its tentacles to her in mimicry of a handshake. ]

[For a moment, Sabriel blinks in confusion. Then she presses ahead, gently shaking the offered tentacle before speaking in a polite, almost formal tone..]

I see. I'm a human as well. I've never met a huragok before. [Out of habit, she bows a little to both of them, pushing aside her hair to reveal the faint mark on her forehead.] My name is Sabriel. I'm a Charter Mage.

[Not that she expects them to know what that means but it will hopefully keep them from being too surprised if they see her using magic.

Hopefully.]

Edited 2017-03-15 13:56 (UTC)

[ The huragok shakes back as well as it's able while Felix stands there rolling his eyes. It still creeps him out a little. Well, a lot, but only losers look like they're creeped out by big gaseous aliens.

He's listening to her, though. Except what she says doesn't make a whole lot of sense to him. Charter Mage? Felix cocks his head, frowning slightly in confusion. ]

Charter mage? What is that? Some kind of roleplaying thing?

[ Even in the twenty-sixth century, Dungeons and Dragons endures. ]

What is that? [Sabriel looks baffled.] It means I draw from the Charter to work magic. [To demonstrate, she raises one hand. The mark on her forehead shines as she reaches into the Charter, drawing out a single mark and tracing it in the air- where it collapses into a point of light, illuminating the area around them with a warm golden glow.]

Like this.

[ Honestly, Felix is expecting some sword and sorcery mumbo-jumbo that has nothing to do with reality. Orcs, somebody's clan of elves, dice, the usual lingo of friendless nerds everywhere. What he gets is something that looks suspiciously like actual magic.

Or maybe just a damn good illusion. ]

So that's... [ Flash powder? He points to the space the little light. ] What is that?

A light spell. A fairly simple one actually. [He's not throwing a fit or slipping into total denial, so Sabriel explains further.]

I just drew the right symbol out of the Charter and traced it out.

[ That doesn't clear it up for him at all. Spell, she says. Like it's a real thing and not something out of a fantasy vid. ]

Like a magic spell? Real magic? Not that stage magician illusion shit?

[ That can't be right. Can it? ]

Real magic, yes. I'm not much good at sleight of hand.

[Sabriel shakes her head, looking at him curiously.]

Would you like another demonstration?

[It's by far Colette's favorite of the districts, chief reason being that she hasn't felt this confident and free in what must be ages. Possibly in forever. So much in fact that she's taken to flying through the streets for the sport of it, a pleased smile curling on her face should she catch anyone's attention. Really, it's a shame she can't race anyone here.

Her antics eventually take her to the beach, and it's here where she sees a young woman surrounded by... something. Colette isn't sure what. Golden symbols?

The effects of the district mean she's not at all shy in her approach, but a lifetime of good manners keep her from interrupting right away. She stands nearby a few paces, head angled in obvious curiosity and pink wings gently flapping behind her]

[The marks, shift, gathering together into an almost blindingly bright ball of light that Sabriel flings into the ocean, illuminating the water- until it explodes, sending an enormous plume of water into the air, and a large wave moving toward the beach.

Suddenly, Sabriel's far less sure that this was a good idea.]

[Well it's certainly a beautiful display. Colette watches on, transfixed, following the ball of light as it darts into the water. She'd give an appropriate "Ooo" of encouragement if not for the sudden wave about to crash into the shore, and her expression turns to one of bemusement]

Um... is that how those lights are supposed to work? [She says, while allowing herself to hover over the sand. Just In Case.]

[Sabriel sets her feet as the water rushes towards her, cresting above her waist.]

It is, I just didn't expect the effect to be so powerful. [Her voice suddenly sounds hoarse, like she spent all day shouting.]

[Colette, on the other hand, does not feel up to getting her dress wet. Once it's clear the water will bowl her over if she doesn't move, the girl flies into the air and repositions herself so she's looking more closely at the other girl]

You must be amazing then! [Eyes brightening a little. How surprising, this girl must be as cool as her. Maybe. But that doesn't stop Colette from looking on in some concern when she hears how strained that voice is]

Are you okay?

I'll be fine. I just- overreached myself. [The water's flowing back now, leaving Sabriel soaked but unharmed.]

I just need a day or two to heal.

That long? Miss, you should be more careful.

[Once the water has settled back to the sea, Colette sets herself on the ground again.]

What were you trying to do? Get the sea to move?

[It's sort of irresponsible for him to be here, considering the effects the district is supposed to have on people. His temper is already hair-trigger on a good day, and he knows better than to go around inviting opportunities to make it worse. But he's like her— he likes to go into the weapon shops and look in on what's for sale. Even if he doesn't plan on buying anything, it's still fun to see the kind of variety space has to offer.

He's more focused on the guns, though— they're more his style, more what he's used to— and he can't help eavesdropping a little when she starts asking the owner questions. Specifically, that the owner is taking some, ah, liberties with the specs of the weapon to try and make a sale to someone who doesn't know any better.]

Hey. [It's accompanied by a flare of old, familiar anger.] Whatever this fucker's telling you, forget it. You'd be better off shooting one of those foam dart guns than that piece of shit.

[way harsh bro]

Really? [Sabriel sounds a little frustrated, but she hasn't been in the district long enough to snap at him- or the owner, before turning to look at him.]

Then which would you recommend? [Her tone is more curious than frustrated this time.]

[He squints at her, briefly, then at the selection of wares laid out in front of them. He seems to chill out a bit, hands shoved deep in his pockets.]

— Depends. What're you tryin' to do with it?

Mostly self-defense. I'd like to have a means of dealing with threats at a distance that doesn't break the technology around me.

You're gonna be breaking a lot more than technology if your aim sucks.

[That charming comment delivered, he leans both elbows on the display, and points at a slim semi-automatic pistol on her other side.]

That one. The magazine's nothing to brag about, but the kickback's not bad, and it's not gonna jam every five seconds like this piece of shit over here. If you're keeping it for emergencies, it'll do the job.

My aim with spells is fine, and I'm willing to practice.

[Sabriel picks the pistol up. Her grip is awkward, but she knows enough to keep it pointed away from everyone.]

Well, it's not too heavy. Would it be easy to get more ammunition if I run out?

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