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driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
peacockherald) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-22 01:44 pm
Entry tags:
Knock Knock, Anybody Home?
Who: Vanyel + Tourist Crew + Anyone
Broadcast: VRD, yes
Action: S.S. Tourist + Station/VRD
When: After the shuffle for the Tourist, anytime after shuffle for station/VRD
[ Tourist Crew ]
[ Teleportation always made his stomach queasy, and now was no different. He took a full minute standing to get his bearings, blinking rapidly to ward off dizziness. The effect made him look something like a startled deer, but that wasn't so far from the truth either. He regained himself quickly, battle honed instincts kicking in, looking around the new location, his mind already buzzing trying to find weak points, what to do about them, and most of all, who was even here. ]
Hello? Is anyone else aboard?
[ He called, stepping further in, dressed in pure white from head to toe and looking nothing so much like a gentleman off a romance novel cover. A cheesy one at that. At least he had his shirt on.
Regardless of answer, he continues exploring, exploring the ship, poking his nose into rooms that would open or did not look otherwise private, eventually beginning to hum to himself as he did so. ]
[ Station ]
[ The first chance he's had in a long while to stretch his legs proper, to breath without feeling like he was being closed in. It was no Valdemar, but the wider spaces were appreciated, and he could not deny he was curious. The Castle had sent its residents into "space" only once, perhaps twice, but nothing like this. The experience was wholly new, and despite any formal training for court, Vanyel could not quite keep the astonishment off his face as he wandered through the areas. And he would wander through them all, making a full circuit of the station.
He spent quite a bit of time exploring the available games, astounded by the technology even though his augment allowed him to understand it in general terms. Eventually the noise and clashing lights would drive him towards quieter areas, his stomach towards food and that was adventure all on its own. He recognized nearly none of the available offerings, more than a little lost as he tried to comprehend shapes and colors in an attempt to guess taste, and often gazing woefully at whatever his choice would be. If there was music to be heard, he paused to listen, drinking in like a man come to an oasis in the desert, his face often filled with rapture, though there was the rare occurrence of wincing that did not quite touch on grimacing. The courtyard offered a place to sit, but especially for one so used to green and plentifully space, it just ended up being sad. It hardly stopped him from taking a moment to relax though, and watch everyone else going by, hoping he did not stand out overmuch in his medieval pure white heralds uniform... ]
[ VRD Large & Small - Broadcasted & Action ]
[ Eventually, Vanyel made his way to the VRD system. He had heard whispers of it, seen some things through the broadcast, and his curiosity got the better of him. So he hopped the shuttle and waited his turn to enter, pining for some taste of him. A fool's dream, of course. Why torture himself with this? But why should he not at least try? Ease the ache some, though perhaps it would only make it sharper...
Entering the large dome, he at first felt at a loss for what to say, what to ask for. Haven, his home? The Vale, where he had come to understand himself, find for himself companions and family that accepted him as he was? Slowly the words came, pouring out of him in a rush.
The central dome shifted, trees growing from nowhere, tall and magnificent, giants and keepers of secrets. If one looked close enough, in their boughs one could make out what seemed to be houses, pathways crossing between. Peace flooded the space, welcome and shelter, yet somehow seemed open enough to allow for the field that sprang up beneath Vaneyl's feet. Far off in the "distance", a castle hunkered, decked in the finery of royalty holding court, and before it white shapes moved, horse-like. All of them pure white, down to the last, though never so close one could reach out as if to stroke them. Fragments only of a concept even some in Valdemar could not quite grasp.
He walked the paths he made between trees and field, the emotion plain on his face as he drank it in. But like a dream, it didn't last, overtaken by the next person, and instead he wandered to one of the private rooms to the side.
Here it was easier, already knowing what it was he desired. The room took on the texture of wood, the inside of a tree, filling with bright colors and sunlight, the shadows of leaves darting across the floor. The space looked lived in, well loved, the bed rumpled with sheets cast aside in the hurry of waking. A trunk sat at the foot, cracked open, a saddle and bridle colored blue and silver standing out against the rich brown and yellow cream. Fireplace, rug, chair, books set across a desk and a lute leaned against the leg of the chair itself. He almost reached out to touch it, but caught himself.
At first silent, the room began to fill with beautiful tones, lapping and weaving between each other. A ballad, a call for home, Vanyel pouring his Bardic gift into the words. The lantern glowing in the dark, the long road home, a warm fire, a warm heart to welcome you, peace, weariness, pleasure, exhausted pain, forgiveness. All of it woven into a single song that poured from him, a dam broken, pulled from him as he stood in the fiction of the place that had brought him peace and saved is soul. ]
Broadcast: VRD, yes
Action: S.S. Tourist + Station/VRD
When: After the shuffle for the Tourist, anytime after shuffle for station/VRD
[ Tourist Crew ]
[ Teleportation always made his stomach queasy, and now was no different. He took a full minute standing to get his bearings, blinking rapidly to ward off dizziness. The effect made him look something like a startled deer, but that wasn't so far from the truth either. He regained himself quickly, battle honed instincts kicking in, looking around the new location, his mind already buzzing trying to find weak points, what to do about them, and most of all, who was even here. ]
Hello? Is anyone else aboard?
[ He called, stepping further in, dressed in pure white from head to toe and looking nothing so much like a gentleman off a romance novel cover. A cheesy one at that. At least he had his shirt on.
Regardless of answer, he continues exploring, exploring the ship, poking his nose into rooms that would open or did not look otherwise private, eventually beginning to hum to himself as he did so. ]
[ Station ]
[ The first chance he's had in a long while to stretch his legs proper, to breath without feeling like he was being closed in. It was no Valdemar, but the wider spaces were appreciated, and he could not deny he was curious. The Castle had sent its residents into "space" only once, perhaps twice, but nothing like this. The experience was wholly new, and despite any formal training for court, Vanyel could not quite keep the astonishment off his face as he wandered through the areas. And he would wander through them all, making a full circuit of the station.
He spent quite a bit of time exploring the available games, astounded by the technology even though his augment allowed him to understand it in general terms. Eventually the noise and clashing lights would drive him towards quieter areas, his stomach towards food and that was adventure all on its own. He recognized nearly none of the available offerings, more than a little lost as he tried to comprehend shapes and colors in an attempt to guess taste, and often gazing woefully at whatever his choice would be. If there was music to be heard, he paused to listen, drinking in like a man come to an oasis in the desert, his face often filled with rapture, though there was the rare occurrence of wincing that did not quite touch on grimacing. The courtyard offered a place to sit, but especially for one so used to green and plentifully space, it just ended up being sad. It hardly stopped him from taking a moment to relax though, and watch everyone else going by, hoping he did not stand out overmuch in his medieval pure white heralds uniform... ]
[ VRD Large & Small - Broadcasted & Action ]
[ Eventually, Vanyel made his way to the VRD system. He had heard whispers of it, seen some things through the broadcast, and his curiosity got the better of him. So he hopped the shuttle and waited his turn to enter, pining for some taste of him. A fool's dream, of course. Why torture himself with this? But why should he not at least try? Ease the ache some, though perhaps it would only make it sharper...
Entering the large dome, he at first felt at a loss for what to say, what to ask for. Haven, his home? The Vale, where he had come to understand himself, find for himself companions and family that accepted him as he was? Slowly the words came, pouring out of him in a rush.
The central dome shifted, trees growing from nowhere, tall and magnificent, giants and keepers of secrets. If one looked close enough, in their boughs one could make out what seemed to be houses, pathways crossing between. Peace flooded the space, welcome and shelter, yet somehow seemed open enough to allow for the field that sprang up beneath Vaneyl's feet. Far off in the "distance", a castle hunkered, decked in the finery of royalty holding court, and before it white shapes moved, horse-like. All of them pure white, down to the last, though never so close one could reach out as if to stroke them. Fragments only of a concept even some in Valdemar could not quite grasp.
He walked the paths he made between trees and field, the emotion plain on his face as he drank it in. But like a dream, it didn't last, overtaken by the next person, and instead he wandered to one of the private rooms to the side.
Here it was easier, already knowing what it was he desired. The room took on the texture of wood, the inside of a tree, filling with bright colors and sunlight, the shadows of leaves darting across the floor. The space looked lived in, well loved, the bed rumpled with sheets cast aside in the hurry of waking. A trunk sat at the foot, cracked open, a saddle and bridle colored blue and silver standing out against the rich brown and yellow cream. Fireplace, rug, chair, books set across a desk and a lute leaned against the leg of the chair itself. He almost reached out to touch it, but caught himself.
At first silent, the room began to fill with beautiful tones, lapping and weaving between each other. A ballad, a call for home, Vanyel pouring his Bardic gift into the words. The lantern glowing in the dark, the long road home, a warm fire, a warm heart to welcome you, peace, weariness, pleasure, exhausted pain, forgiveness. All of it woven into a single song that poured from him, a dam broken, pulled from him as he stood in the fiction of the place that had brought him peace and saved is soul. ]
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[He managed an apologetic smile]
I know I tend to quiz people a lot on the use of their magic, but not always on why or how they came to posses it. [He paused, brows furrowing slightly in thought]
I thought being a Herald was your occupation?
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[ A quiet nod. ]
Yes, being a Herald is my job. I had to give up being the heir to my father's lordship to be one, actually. All Heralds must renounce their titles, though to be frank it's not a very hard thing for us. I never wanted to inherit.
[ He shook his head, rubbing at his wrist slightly. ]
Have I never told you? Companions are the ones who Choose us and make us Heralds. Only those Chosen by a Companion enter the Heraldic College and can eventually graduate to Whites like I wear. I took classes there before I was Chosen, but only the generic history and maths classes. I was actually Chosen fairly and under very strange circumstances.
this is old, feel free to ignore
[He doesn't think Van would come by it illegitimately, but he's not sure how something like that would even work.]
Re: this is old, feel free to ignore
[ There is another pause, the memory clearly not a pleasant one. But it was old too, and he should learn to speak of these things - at least to close friends if no one else. ]
I had no Gift at the time, but I helped my lover, Tylendel - I helped him open a Gate. The Gate collapsed and it recoiled through me. It literally forced every magical channel within me open, blasted them you might say, every Gift awoken at once. It nearly destroyed me, but it's the reason I was ever Chosen at all Otherwise, they would have never awoken.
Re: this is old, feel free to ignore
How odd. I've never heard of any kind of magical talent being dormant like that.
Re: this is old, feel free to ignore
It is... think of it like a stream. It is small and thin. Hardly any water comes through it so that you can do practically nothing with it. And then, one day, a great storm rolls through and clears a blockage further up the stream. Now water pours freely and readily and the stream is useful as a source of water. It is something like that. I was blocked, but the Gate's magic rebounding through me cleared those blockages.
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The Gate. That's what you attempted back in Paradisa once, wasn't it?
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Yes - the one that went rather poorly as you recall. I have found that I can make them here, but they are... limited. Only to the planet we are at and the ships, nowhere else.
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That stands to reasons. I assume Atroma has ways to limit us via these implants just as Paradisa could.
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Quite, though at least Atroma allows me the gates. They are useful in times of emergency even though they are still painful. I would not have tried them at all, I think, if not for the goading of a young man. I think I hit upon a nerve with him in my initial refusal.
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I tried to explain it - to explain to him that killing myself simply was not acceptable, not when I had a realm I had to return to. But I don't think it much swayed him.
Lucky I have had practice with such views with the people of my own country.
[ He sighed. ]
Such is our burden, those of us with power, no?
[ He looked to Felix, raising a brow. ]
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It wasn't quite the same for me. Certainly wizards have our own areas of expertise but our task as guardians rested mostly on the work of our progenitors.
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[ He was quiet as the other thought, not one to interrupt the other man. ]
Your progenitors? How so?
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The original Cabal...the ones that started my school...put in place the wards that protect our stronghold. After that it fell to the ones who followed their doctrine to maintain those wards, but that task has led to indolence or worse among the majority of the government. The doctrine protects the people from the wizards and the wizards protect the city largely by threat of their presence. The burden of our power is mostly fear.
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[ Vanyel pursed his lips, clearly not liking the way that story ended. The concept of someone using their power to control through fear unsettled him, though it was not a foreign concept to him either. The Karsites did it, and he had come across a dark mage who would have, and just normal folk who used their power in such a way, mundane as it was. ]
But you are a skilled mage. Surely any tales spread of you are all not entire false? You would protect the city if it came to that, no?
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Ah, well...tales spread about me and tales spread about wizards of my school are mostly different matters. I wish I could say I was different from my colleagues, but the man I was in the past... [He should he his head, eyeing Vanyel] Yes, I would do what I could, and I have, but it wasn't for reasons quite so altruistic.
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[ Vanyel took his meaning, though he was not one to judge. He judged things on the Felix that he knew, had known for three years. ]
I was not always as I am either. My aunt took very much to calling me a brat when I was young, and looking back I hardly blame her. She still does, time to time in fact.
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Felix smiled wanly -] Some habits are harder than others to break.
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Some, but not all.
[ He nudged the other's foot with his own, giving him a smile in return. ]
She did eventually switch to peacock, after all.