Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2016-12-07 08:02 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- cara,
- charles xavier,
- cisco ramon,
- dune/leto atreides ii,
- erik lehnsherr,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- finwë,
- garrett,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- jennifer keller,
- jeyne westerling,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- khadgar,
- kuroba kaito,
- margaery tyrell,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- mon-el,
- nakamori aoko,
- natalie goodman,
- natasha romanoff,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okita souji,
- raven darkholme (film),
- richard castle,
- robb stark,
- shinji ikari,
- sokka,
- sora niniji (au),
- stefan salvatore,
- takeshi,
- theon greyjoy,
- uraraka ochako,
- winn schott,
- yuan ka-fai
You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]
Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.
It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.
Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.
In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]
[>> Plot Post]
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.
It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.
Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.
In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]
[>> Plot Post]
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Six feet of snow in this area. At least four inches of permafrost, possibly more. Will have to dig to make sure. Mana seems in short supply compared to the last green planet, which is a blessing and a curse. End entry, thank you.
[He's just noticed Mikleo, judging by the way his face lights up. It's very subtle compared to some people, but there's genuine relief in the gentle rise of his eyebrows and the curve of his lips.]
Ah, Mikle--
[Despite wearing a coat that only reaches his knees, he's somehow found a way to slip on the snow. He holds out his hands for balance but it's too late; he goes sliding headfirst into a deep snowdrift and then it's only his boots sticking out.
Rest in peace.]
no subject
....
Are those feet?
Mikleo abandons the arte he'd been working on, letting it drift away harmlessly, and hurries to the poor person trapped under the snow. He skids to a stop in front of the snowdrift and thrusts his hand out, as if to push someone; the snow around the body inside blows away as if caught in a strong force of wind, revealing-]
Oh! Belthazar. Are you okay?
[Have a hand up, buddy.]
no subject
T-thanks. I'm all right-- I suppose some things you simply do not grow out of.
[Also, he's still shorter than Mikleo. DAMN IT.]
Were you training?
no subject
Training... yeah, I guess you could call it that. I'm experimenting with how fine-detailed I can get with my artes.
[Though it might really be a stretch to call his growing forest of ice sculptures "training"...]
no subject
Wow, they're... very detailed. I would be hard-pressed to conjure something like that with ice.
[He might be able to do something with arcane magic, but it's always lent itself to appearances.]
Water may be your field of expertise, Mikleo, but you have an eye for the arts. That much is obvious.
[He walks up to a sculpture-- careful not to slip, this time-- and inspects it a little more closely with his hands behind his back.]
no subject
The people are far more nondescript, vague shapes that aren't so easily recognized, just random residents rather than known figures. There's something about an especially detailed face that unnerves him - like the Medusa's cathedral, seeing Sergei's brother and his men frozen in stone for eternity. Even if it's just ice, and not real people, it would be weird to replicate the effect.]
I think I still prefer making clothes. One day, when I'm older, though... the ancient seraphim had the power to create whole buildings using their artes. It would be amazing to see that kind of power return to the world.