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driftfleet2018-09-01 01:33 am
shroudedsecrets) wrote in driftfleet2018-09-01 01:33 am
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Who: Haggar and you
Broadcast: No
Action: SS First Breath, Iskaulit
When: Late August/Early Sept
I.
[First Breath]
[ After a certain new arrival had made himself known to the fleet, Haggar has spent more time than she usually does aboard her "home" ship, mostly to frown at Loki's decorated walls and the very particular worlds they shift to represent whenever the cat that's taken to accompanying her around the ship brushes into them in her presence.
Almost like he's doing that on purpose.
In which case it results with her staring off against the cat instead. Because this is perfectly normal.]
Why you insist upon this, I know not, Kova.
[... Well, she's either having a staring contest with him or muttering at him occasionally if he's following her about. She didn't ask for this.
Sometimes he just sits outside the lab or her quarters waiting for her to emerge just to do this. As if she didn't have the ability to teleport.]
II.
[Iskaulit: Misc/Wildcard]
[ She's more cautious with her presence on the Iskaulit these days with regard to the fact that certain people she knows have been notably coming and going, so when she does visit her usual spots, 90% of the time she is in her familiar guise as Katie's double.
Notably, she takes time for meditating in the fox park, a usual favorite resting spot; or reading in the library, or frowning at a chessboard set up in one of the rooms -- or tucked into a quiet booth at one of the food or drink establishments, mostly there to quietly observe others until someone reminds her to actually make an order. Or perhaps an encounter in passing, even if she does her best to take the shortest routes. ]
[Locked To Katie]
[When one is bothered, they seek distractions. In this case, the distraction was movies, as it often was, with Katie. It was enough to willingly subject herself to this asinine sort of torment, but what she really wanted was a way to numb her mind and sort her thoughts without drawing any further attention to herself.
And at least she had left Kova on the ship. But her mind was no less crowded, as Katie herself could likely tell--a certain presence lingering in the theater, sometimes alternating to another, perhaps more menacing form. And last but not least, sometimes a different figure altogether appears, always glaring when he does.
Of course, she's not really aware of how prominent her thought-cluttering is, her eyes fixed on the screen as another movie rolls to it's ending, even if everything about her seems distinctly disinterested.]
Broadcast: No
Action: SS First Breath, Iskaulit
When: Late August/Early Sept
I.
[First Breath]
[ After a certain new arrival had made himself known to the fleet, Haggar has spent more time than she usually does aboard her "home" ship, mostly to frown at Loki's decorated walls and the very particular worlds they shift to represent whenever the cat that's taken to accompanying her around the ship brushes into them in her presence.
Almost like he's doing that on purpose.
In which case it results with her staring off against the cat instead. Because this is perfectly normal.]
Why you insist upon this, I know not, Kova.
[... Well, she's either having a staring contest with him or muttering at him occasionally if he's following her about. She didn't ask for this.
Sometimes he just sits outside the lab or her quarters waiting for her to emerge just to do this. As if she didn't have the ability to teleport.]
II.
[Iskaulit: Misc/Wildcard]
[ She's more cautious with her presence on the Iskaulit these days with regard to the fact that certain people she knows have been notably coming and going, so when she does visit her usual spots, 90% of the time she is in her familiar guise as Katie's double.
Notably, she takes time for meditating in the fox park, a usual favorite resting spot; or reading in the library, or frowning at a chessboard set up in one of the rooms -- or tucked into a quiet booth at one of the food or drink establishments, mostly there to quietly observe others until someone reminds her to actually make an order. Or perhaps an encounter in passing, even if she does her best to take the shortest routes. ]
[Locked To Katie]
[When one is bothered, they seek distractions. In this case, the distraction was movies, as it often was, with Katie. It was enough to willingly subject herself to this asinine sort of torment, but what she really wanted was a way to numb her mind and sort her thoughts without drawing any further attention to herself.
And at least she had left Kova on the ship. But her mind was no less crowded, as Katie herself could likely tell--a certain presence lingering in the theater, sometimes alternating to another, perhaps more menacing form. And last but not least, sometimes a different figure altogether appears, always glaring when he does.
Of course, she's not really aware of how prominent her thought-cluttering is, her eyes fixed on the screen as another movie rolls to it's ending, even if everything about her seems distinctly disinterested.]
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[It's very noncommittal. Katie can. She's curious how Haggar thinks she can.]
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All that I require is... a source of energy.
[If she is willing to lend it, of course.] I will be able to direct the rest. An outside source will be more effective for this purpose... and I have felt what yours is capable of.
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But then, there's the other tenet the fae hold dear: glamour is free. She thinks it over another moment. She doesn't trust Haggar. That much has always held true. But Haggar did help her out not that long ago.]
Will I control the amount of energy given you?
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But this is not that reality, and frankly, Katie is the closest thing she has to ... well. Having Anyone, really, and that could evaporate away if any of the Paladins opened their mouths. She'd adapt, but it would... possibly be disappointing. So. Right now she was still a useful ally. Hopefully.]
You can.
[After all, she was giving her a front row seat to her personal self torment. Forget watching bad movies, this was the real deal. She did not like this, but this world did not lend itself to situations that Haggar liked.
Negotiation was weird, to start with.]
When I begin the ritual you will be able to add it to the glyph lines.
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I'll do it on one condition.
[Because we bargain. Always.]
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This already was deeply personal--and it was a displeasure to be in this position to begin with, but stakes were high and options were very few.]
Name your terms.
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Tell me your name.
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Perhaps it is time.
[ She gives her a long, thoughtful look. ]
Haggar.
[ Perfectly witchy. But perhaps... she was still holding back. ]
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I knew you were a space witch. Though perhaps you could also be a space viking. Who knows? I shall have to get you a horned hat.
[She stretches, and then rolls smoothly to her feet.] It's nice to meet you. Haggar. [It may not be Haggar's true name; it doesn't ring right to her ears. But it's a name she's certainly claimed in the past, and that's good enough.] When and where shall we claw at your mind?
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The when is your earliest convenience. [ She prefers not to delay. ] The where ...
[ A secluded place where no one would potentially intrude or overhear her screaming was, after all, the criteria. ]
There should be an area we can seclude for this purpose.
[ Plenty of room on this ship for hidey-holes or unused corner rooms far away from the main attractions, at least. ]
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I can't think of a single place that would be useful. Can you wait until I revisit my ship for supplies?
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[ She's a little curious as to what "supplies" Katie would require, though she understands; she is all too lacking in her resources here. ]
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[She's just going to go top up on glamour via her battery dolls, basically. Don't worry; she'll come straight to where Haggar is when she's done.]
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[The beauty of locator spells, she supposes.
And teleporting, because she was going to find an area that could not be accessed by ordinary means, if at all, because the hell with that.
After some very careful poking around--she'd certainly explored the ship extensively before at her leisure--it was almost no task at all to hone in on a suitable location. When Katie finishes what she needs to, Haggar will already be waiting, carefully setting up in a long-abandoned area she had been quietly monitoring, having dimmed the lighting and shifting any stray furniture aside--with her abilities of course--for a comfortable amount of space, outlining a particular shape into the floor.
And of course, Katie would notice that the woman's headspace fixations were still flickering around on the edges.]
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Katie follows her wisp to the general area that Haggar is in, then watches it bob aimlessly around in a hallway before going straight through a wall. Which is generally quite interesting when it usually takes her through doors when they can be found. A window or two.
She puts a hand against the wall and curls her fingers in, mouth pursed. Well, at least it's not shot through with circuitry. So she knocks.
...yeah, don't mind Katie letting herself in through the wall literally opening a doorway through for her. Hi.]
How long did you look before you found this place?
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... Long enough. It is not ideal, but it will serve, for now.
[Enough to give her the thought that she should very well claim her own space here, not that it would really ever be private so long as people had ways of poking in. But her own space never really was, in a way.]
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And are you intending to go through your ritual looking like that?
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[She smirks, before turning away from Katie so she can shift. As usual, the process takes seconds, hair shifting to white on a wave, features shifting, skin back to that odd blue.
Her clothes remain the same; a long skirt, plain blouse, with a green and gold knit shawl tucked into her elbows that now she adjusts to pull over her shoulders and the back of her head; a makeshift cowl, as her poor posture reasserts itself.]
I may be preoccupied, but not so much that I would forget that I was not myself.
[This time, anyway. Humor directed at herself even if Katie did not know the other meaning there. But she turns back around, slowly, studying her work on the floor, a smaller glyph blossoming out below her.]
Step up to the line but do not step in. If you have any other questions, ask them now.
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[She grins shamelessly. But Katie, very curious as to what Haggar is actually going to do, prefers just to step up to the line, careful not to cross. She has a feeling some of her questions may be answered by what happens next, anyway.]
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She lowers herself down, pressing her fingers to the glyph, which takes on a soft glow, her hair stirred by the power.]
Let us begin.
[That is Katie's cue, really; however she wishes to add to the energy is at her discretion.]
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--you can add it to the glyph lines. Pretty straightforward, isn't it? She crouches down herself, reaching out. To Haggar's eyes, her fingers will never actually touch the glyph, though there's the definite feel of contact.
Taking a breath. Then she lets the glamour flow, through the ends of her claws into the careful glyphwork laid out before her.]
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She can feel the first trickle of glamour, and then the way the rest flows in, familiar; not quite the way it had been when it had overridden her usual senses. A controlled flow. It pulsed through her series of lines and connections, forming a brighter, purer glow, that pools around her stooped form.
A second for breath, and then... it hits, a shock to the heart, to the mind, her head jerking upwards as she cries out in - no less than agony, really. The secrets she was hiding from her own self had retreated deep and so to retrieve it she must be no less ruthless than an interrogation.
Unfortunately, having another person connected to this power meant that Katie had every opportunity to peek--or even simply observe, as the memories formed...
... which opens up with a very revealing memory, a vision of an armored man that she kept looking to blankly, voices that spoke of complications, followed by the sounds and then image of an infant, crying alone... the sounds of a child playing, but always out of reach, then that child's accusing eyes before he turns and flees, and lastly, that same visage of that certain new fleet arrival, who had been showing up in that fixation, with that same accusing expression.
...
Well that was quite a lot to unpack. Sorry, Katie, if you caught any of that.]
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--psh yeah, she's all over that. Curious as a cat, after all, and always interested in knowing more about the people she knows. She doesn't try to dig deeper, but she is shamelessly soaking in the memories that are suddenly on display. No judgment.
...and this is all things that Haggar forgot. No wonder this child-- man-- turning up in the Fleet put her all out of sorts.]
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Almost.
She is exhausted by this. More of the Atroma's will against her own, but since her efforts were directed internally instead of externally there were results. Results that leave her breathless, as she somehow finds it within her to end her spell. There was far more just out of reach, she could tell; much more, but she had to deal with this, in its dizzying wave.
Any glamour that's left over gently flows back to Katie.]
My son...
[A soft murmur against the contradiction, he had never been hers.]