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starlogs2017-03-10 04:10 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in starlogs2017-03-10 04:10 pm
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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.]
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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Then which would you recommend? [Her tone is more curious than frustrated this time.]
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— Depends. What're you tryin' to do with it?
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[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.
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[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?