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driftfleet2016-06-22 04:37 am
isocelesmonster) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-22 04:37 am
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the devil in the details
Who: Bill Cipher
Broadcast: none
Action: Anywhere in the fleet
When: The night of the 22nd, and ongoing.
It'd take a careful eye to notice the only other change: the same sharp instrument has been used to carve little eyes of providence, no bigger than a fingernail, in strategic public places around the ship. They're shallow markings, not deep enough to interfere with any of the working parts of the craft, and no great works of art - each little scrap of graffiti is a matter of five lines at most. But they're there - and if sometimes the way the gold of the metal hull glints in the pupil is strangely canny, it's probably nothing to be worried about.
(It's not that Bill doesn't care about the flesh puppets that make up his new crew - oh, he does, they're all going to get very careful scrutiny over the coming days - but more important is finding out what his new playground looks like.)
When the fleet sleeps, their minds open and blossom like night-blooming flowers, each one illuminating a new section of the shared dreaming plane. For all of their poetry, few humans realize that the state of dreaming is as real an exploration as whatever meaningless actions they take while awake. It's irrelevant to their survival, most days, so evolution has never sought to provide that particular revelation. They're a young species. Five senses, auditory languages, limited psychic potential, and as far as they know when they dream they're just watching random electrical impulses fire in their brains. Ha!
(There's an expression about a one-eyed man's status in a land of the blind, and Bill intends to make it a reality.)
He steps sideways out of the material world into the closest dream as easily as a three-dimensional being can move along any of their limited axes. He makes himself invisible, at first, just to get his bearings.
[Bill is visiting dreams, as a way of saying hello! His permissions post for this ability is here. I am treating this ability on an opt-in basis. If you didn't give me the okay, he won't be spying on your character at all tonight ~but where's the fun in that~?]
ZOGSLFTS GSRH DVZP ZMW RWOV GSVNV
Broadcast: none
Action: Anywhere in the fleet
When: The night of the 22nd, and ongoing.
Although ostensibly the Golden has a new crew member, there's no new person in attendance at any meals. No new faces in the hall, nothing additional in the laundry. One of the standard crew cabins has been sealed up as tight as a tomb, the brass nameplate on the door unhelpfully scratched out with something sharp. No noises at all come from inside.
It'd take a careful eye to notice the only other change: the same sharp instrument has been used to carve little eyes of providence, no bigger than a fingernail, in strategic public places around the ship. They're shallow markings, not deep enough to interfere with any of the working parts of the craft, and no great works of art - each little scrap of graffiti is a matter of five lines at most. But they're there - and if sometimes the way the gold of the metal hull glints in the pupil is strangely canny, it's probably nothing to be worried about.
(It's not that Bill doesn't care about the flesh puppets that make up his new crew - oh, he does, they're all going to get very careful scrutiny over the coming days - but more important is finding out what his new playground looks like.)
When the fleet sleeps, their minds open and blossom like night-blooming flowers, each one illuminating a new section of the shared dreaming plane. For all of their poetry, few humans realize that the state of dreaming is as real an exploration as whatever meaningless actions they take while awake. It's irrelevant to their survival, most days, so evolution has never sought to provide that particular revelation. They're a young species. Five senses, auditory languages, limited psychic potential, and as far as they know when they dream they're just watching random electrical impulses fire in their brains. Ha!
(There's an expression about a one-eyed man's status in a land of the blind, and Bill intends to make it a reality.)
He steps sideways out of the material world into the closest dream as easily as a three-dimensional being can move along any of their limited axes. He makes himself invisible, at first, just to get his bearings.
[Bill is visiting dreams, as a way of saying hello! His permissions post for this ability is here. I am treating this ability on an opt-in basis. If you didn't give me the okay, he won't be spying on your character at all tonight ~but where's the fun in that~?]
ZOGSLFTS GSRH DVZP ZMW RWOV GSVNV
RH ML NLIV BRVOWRMT YFG Z WIVZN
DSVM NLIMRMT GZPVH BLF UILN NB GSIZOO
YV TOZW R OVG BLF DZPV ZG ZOO
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[What's. What's he missing here.]
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[He's well aware, thank you, though a bit of a smile curls at the corners of his mouth.]
You're not used to people being aware they're dreaming, are you?
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[Bill clicks his fingers at one of the statues, without taking his gaze off of Adalwolfe. The statue has a giant paper party hat on it now. You're welcome.]
I MEET LUCID DREAMERS ONCE IN A BLUE MOON! WHAT'S REALLY RARE IS PEOPLE WHO STILL BELIEVE THEY MET ME WHEN THEY WAKE UP!
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I usually remember, so don't be surprised. And it makes sense it would be the same as you're used to if you're not a demon from the Fade but somewhere else. I'm starting to suspect the Fade is a singularly Thedan phenomenon.
[Why is he having a civil conversation with a demon now? Well, at least he hasn't started trying to barter for control of Adalwolfe's body yet.]
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[Sometimes its hard to tell the difference, and honestly he's pretty sure this guy is indeed a demon, though... frankly, he's never heard of a demon called Bill. They're usually called Sloth or Rage or whatever other negative emotion.]
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[Bill taps the flat space between his eye and bow tie like a person might tap their chin.]
WELL, I'M A PEOPLE PERSON. I LIKE MARGARITAS, I CAN DO A COUPLE OF PRETTY NICE CARD TRICKS... OH, YOU MEAN THE GOOD STUFF! HAH.
[Bill sweeps his hat off of his head in a mock bow.]
I'M A DREAM ELEMENTAL! SPECIALTY IN KNOWLEDGE, BUT MY SIDE-WORK IS IN CREATIVITY! I'M NOT SURE HOW YOUR MAGES DO THINGS, BUT I GET SUMMONED UP TO GIVE ADVICE AND PREDICT THE FUTURE A LOT!
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Interesting. Where I'm from, it's mostly just spirits and demons that get summoned. 'Elemental' as far as I know it is a type of magic dealing with the elements; fire and ice and that sort of thing.
[He makes a considering noise.]
But I know I didn't summon you. Did you just decide to pop in for fun?
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YEP! HAHA! I'M NOT RESTRICTED FROM MANIFESTING IN DREAMS LIKE I WOULD BE ON THE PHYSICAL PLANE!
ANYWAY, IF YOU GET ENOUGH WILD MAGIC, ALL SORTS OF THINGS START BEING PERSONIFIED! YOU HAVE AN ICE AFFINITY, RIGHT?
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[He's not at all surprised that the... elemental can pick that up just from being here in his head, if he is what he says he is. And if he's not, Adalwolfe still isn't too terribly surprised.
To demonstrate, Adalwolfe casts out his arm beyond Bill, summoning a jagged wall of ice behind him that looks very much like a crash of water frozen in mid-spray. Cold spines stick out jaggedly every which way from the wicked sculpture that took a lot less effort here than it does in the waking world.]
Like this.
[With the other hand, Hawke makes a gesture and the wall shatters into nothing, hit with great invisible force and scattering shards and pieces of ice all over the flagstones.]
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[Bill nimbly dodges an errant shard and picks it up from where it landed to examine it.]
SEE, WHERE I'M FROM YOU'D HAVE BEEN CONTACTED BY THE SPIRIT OF THIS ELEMENT AWHILE AGO, SO YOU COULD FORM A PARTNERSHIP!
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[Well, no, it is, it's just immensely stupid, incredibly dangerous, and in most cases produces monsters.]
I'm certain it's not a good idea.
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I SUPPOSE YOU COULD JUST SIPHON THE MAGIC OFF WITHOUT ASKING, BUT IT SEEMS A LITTLE RUDE!