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driftfleet2015-05-20 12:18 am
peacockherald) wrote in driftfleet2015-05-20 12:18 am
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If At First You Don't Succeed... Try, Try Again
Who: Vanyel & Anyone
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Casino-way station
When: During the time the planet is in range
[ At first a quiet hallway in one of the casino waystations is just that - a hallway, with a few doors dotted here and there leading into some shop or restaurant or another. Except wasn’t one of them beginning to glow? Yes, yes it was. The edges took on a definite white-blue light, flaring brightly before giving way to a panorama of what could only be a landscape of the planet below.
A figure comes through, dark hair looking disheveled, mud and plant life smeared across a dark-blue shirt, snowy white boots marred by dark streaks. The human shape sunk down to its knees, clearly breathing hard, breath rattling in his chest - and it is a he. Behind him, the visage of the planet faded, the “doors” closing with a fading light. The man clutched at his chest, hunching over in pain.
Slowly he sat up, revealing his face to be that of one of Vanyel Ashkevron, albeit streaked with sweat and a little pale. He looked around, blinking owlishly, seeming to recognize where he was. The thinest of smiles worked across his lips, almost triumphant. ]
Well… that went better than I had hoped…
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Casino-way station
When: During the time the planet is in range
[ At first a quiet hallway in one of the casino waystations is just that - a hallway, with a few doors dotted here and there leading into some shop or restaurant or another. Except wasn’t one of them beginning to glow? Yes, yes it was. The edges took on a definite white-blue light, flaring brightly before giving way to a panorama of what could only be a landscape of the planet below.
A figure comes through, dark hair looking disheveled, mud and plant life smeared across a dark-blue shirt, snowy white boots marred by dark streaks. The human shape sunk down to its knees, clearly breathing hard, breath rattling in his chest - and it is a he. Behind him, the visage of the planet faded, the “doors” closing with a fading light. The man clutched at his chest, hunching over in pain.
Slowly he sat up, revealing his face to be that of one of Vanyel Ashkevron, albeit streaked with sweat and a little pale. He looked around, blinking owlishly, seeming to recognize where he was. The thinest of smiles worked across his lips, almost triumphant. ]
Well… that went better than I had hoped…
no subject
[It isn't a term she's familiar with. She'd prefer to use quantifiable resources, though she's never disdained to use whatever is at hand. It doesn't pay to be picky, when so much of what you do is based around a certain sort of inherent flexibility.]
I'll keep that in mind, if I can't find any way to communicate with the surface. Stay here. Drink your tea. I'm going to look.
[She's gone long enough for the first pot of tea to arrive, and to grow cool, and finally makes her way back to the table, checking to see if he's still there, sliding into a seat across from him again and wiping a stray bit of blood from the corner of her slightly bruised mouth.]
Apparently, you mention the planet around the residents of this place and they suddenly go deaf. Mention it a little more, and they get hostile.
no subject
Ah, apologies... I believe the current term is an hour, roughly?
[ It was easier still to think of time in the way he understood it - candle marks, positions of the sun, days and nights. Hours and minutes were harder, though he had to admit much easier to use if one wanted to be specific.
He thanked the waitress for the tea, pouring himself a generous amount and finishing a cup, starting on the second when Natasha returned, and a small plate of mini-sandwiches, which also looked half devoured. He frowns, seeing the smear of blood. ]
Do you need healing? The wound is small, and I am somewhat recovered. Healing Magic is no trouble for me.
[ He raised his hand in question, a soft glow forming around it. ]
no subject
When he makes his offer, she shakes her head, a brief but very clear motion.]
Not necessary. It's just a scratch. It'll heal soon.
[Belatedly:]
But thank you.
Teleportation, healing, long-distance communication--there anything you can't do with your abilities?
no subject
[ He didn't like leaving her with the wound, but it was her decisions, and he tried not to force his magic on anyone if he could help it. Battles he had to make the exception for. ]
I'm rubbish at drawing. And I was never very good with a broad sword either.
no subject
[She may find it fairly easy to accept magic--it's just another resource, something to be used or accounted for--but that doesn't mean she's anywhere near okay with it being used on her. Just like she wouldn't ever allow Tony near her with anything resembling a new invention or 'medical technology,' it's just safer that way.
His response gets something that in a slightly less urgent time, might resemble a laugh.]
I don't know how you function, not being a master swordsman.
I'm going to head back to the docking bay, try and see if I can do anything with the ship communications. Most systems I'm locked out of, but maybe the crew and I can find a way to boost the signal...I don't know. I have to see if anyone down there needs help.