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driftfleet2015-12-31 01:09 pm
lord_wizard) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-31 01:09 pm
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Who: Felix Harrowgate (& any crew/visitors)
Broadcast: none
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today-ish
[It's the first time in weeks that Felix feels like himself, rather than a ball of misery. The only benefit to his extended bout of sickness, outside of an increased sense of sympathy for his brother who attracted winter colds like a magnet, was the extra time it gave him him to work on a project he's had in the largely conceptual stages for months. The somewhat delirious wandering about the ship, which Wanda chided him for repeatedly, served more than just his stubborn nature.
Today, the wizard is in his usual station in the Starstruck's kitchen, carefully placing a small stone sculpture on the center of the table to serve as a focus - regrettably in the form of a large chicken, but he'd long abandoned the idea of finding something more dignified. There are intricate chalk circles and symbols around the statue and marks that are a companion to this centerpiece can be found on various key points on the walls of the ship itself.
He's tried for a moment when he believes most of the crew is out and about, but as long as they don't touch anything they shouldn't, it won't matter. Standing at the edge of the table he gathers himself, back straight and eyes closed. What's more, power gathers as well, palpable even to those without any kind of ability as a density in the air, along with the slightest whiff of ozone. Placing his hands on the stone, he mumbles to himself, letting the magic build, mentally connecting all the points of his spell mentally and physically.
And then the tension snaps. The stone glows as if it were white hot, though his hands remain in place, and all the symbols on the table and all around the ship do the same, burning with heatless, sourceless energy. A small current of static sweeps through the air before everything extinguishes in one final incandescent burst, the symbols gone. The statue, against all reason, now gleams like opalescent opaque glass, shimmering just slightly under the surface with light that casts a halo into the air but illuminates nothing else beyond it.
Felix wobbles and sits heavily into a chair, vision swimming.]
There. Done.
Broadcast: none
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today-ish
[It's the first time in weeks that Felix feels like himself, rather than a ball of misery. The only benefit to his extended bout of sickness, outside of an increased sense of sympathy for his brother who attracted winter colds like a magnet, was the extra time it gave him him to work on a project he's had in the largely conceptual stages for months. The somewhat delirious wandering about the ship, which Wanda chided him for repeatedly, served more than just his stubborn nature.
Today, the wizard is in his usual station in the Starstruck's kitchen, carefully placing a small stone sculpture on the center of the table to serve as a focus - regrettably in the form of a large chicken, but he'd long abandoned the idea of finding something more dignified. There are intricate chalk circles and symbols around the statue and marks that are a companion to this centerpiece can be found on various key points on the walls of the ship itself.
He's tried for a moment when he believes most of the crew is out and about, but as long as they don't touch anything they shouldn't, it won't matter. Standing at the edge of the table he gathers himself, back straight and eyes closed. What's more, power gathers as well, palpable even to those without any kind of ability as a density in the air, along with the slightest whiff of ozone. Placing his hands on the stone, he mumbles to himself, letting the magic build, mentally connecting all the points of his spell mentally and physically.
And then the tension snaps. The stone glows as if it were white hot, though his hands remain in place, and all the symbols on the table and all around the ship do the same, burning with heatless, sourceless energy. A small current of static sweeps through the air before everything extinguishes in one final incandescent burst, the symbols gone. The statue, against all reason, now gleams like opalescent opaque glass, shimmering just slightly under the surface with light that casts a halo into the air but illuminates nothing else beyond it.
Felix wobbles and sits heavily into a chair, vision swimming.]
There. Done.
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I'm actually working on a defensive addition to our ship at the moment. But this is good.
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I can't be certain how effective it will, but hopefully it will be better than nothing. What is it you're working on, then?
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Ion cannon. It's sort of like a-- do you have EMPs in your world? [She's used the comparison with other people here successfully before. It's worth a shot.]
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I am not familiar with the term, so I imagine not. My world was not what you might called terribly advanced, but if it helps to explain, I am familiar with the basic idea. [Thanks to Paradisa and the Fleet]
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In practical terms, that means you can aim it away from yourself at an attacking vessel and stop them dead in their tracks while you make a quick getaway. It doesn't harm anyone, either-- the enemy ship's functions can be rebooted after a short time, so they don't run out of oxygen.
The down side is... they're incredibly hard to build.
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What about building it is difficult? Is it a matter of skill or resources?
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Well, not much we can do about the latter, but perhaps you could recruit help from the other ships? Or even among our own crew. I understand one of our number is a renowned weapons manufacter. [That last thing is said with the slightest hint of venom]