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[hearsthesea]

Who: Shirley
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress
When: April 15 (backdated slightly by a few days!)

[It's been a while since Shirley made a public broadcast, but to anyone who sees her face it's easy to figure out that something happened - she's got a frown on her face and she keeps on glancing down at her hands, which she's wringing occasionally.]

Has anybody ever lost their--abilities? Magic, or fighting, or anything of the sort. I know I was able to use my eres just a little while ago, but I can't anymore. I don't know what happened, I...I just don't know.

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[hearsthesea]

How about finding a path to follow? If we can do that, it just might be what we need.

[misconceived]

Like a breadcrumb trail. Okay.

[ He starts writing more down. Source of power, gone without a trace, We ask for guiding hands, to find its new place, And then he stops, taps at the pad with the end of the pen. ]

We're getting there. Could probably use another verse, though.

[hearsthesea]

So that we might find...the ocean's grace?

[It sort of works. Normal eres incantations would be longer, but then again this isn't an eres.]

[misconceived]

[ Hey, that's a good one. He gives her an impressive nod, then writes it down. He squints at the notepad, then shrugs. ]

Won't know until we give it a shot.

Source of power,
gone without a trace,
We ask for guiding hands
to find its new place,
So that we might find
the ocean's grace.

[ There's a light around the room, soft and unassuming, before it coalesces into a thread starting from Shirley's chest and leading out through the outer wall. Not even down the hallway to be nice, but apparently it's a straight line to wherever the powers went. ]

[hearsthesea]

Oh!

[That's helpful and...also not entirely helpful. But it's definitely something.]

So it must have gone somewhere. How long will this last?

[misconceived]

Um... until we find what we need, usually.

[ aka, he has NO IDEA. Welcome to magic. ]

[hearsthesea]

Well, I suppose I should start following it then.

[Shirley starts wandering towards the door, since getting out of the ship is a start. This ought to be like following a compass, except...more visible.]

[misconceived]

[ More visible and... as it turns out, a lot more erratic. After following it for a few minutes, it becomes obvious there's a problem when the line abruptly snaps to face another direction entirely. ]

Whoa. What was that?

[hearsthesea]

Um...you don't know either?

[Definitely not what was expected.]