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thearena2014-06-02 10:13 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in thearena2014-06-02 10:13 pm
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Who| Sabriel and OPEN
What| Sabriel's gotten her powers back, and is putting them to good use.
Where| The Orchard, around town, wherever she and Starkiller have set up camp.
When| during Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence, discussions of same.
Orchard
[Sabriel pulled another fruit of the tree, setting it down in a small pile on top of her jacket- she'd stripped down to just her tank top in the heat, and had used it to carry supplies.
Her crowbar and pipe lay in easy reach, and Sabriel was actually singing softly as she traced out the marks for the purification spell over the fruit before pulling out a funnel she'd salvaged from one of the derelict kitchens and put it over the bottle her water rations had arrived in.
Sweat beaded on her skin, but reaching into the Charter felt pleasantly cool as she plucked two symbols from the flow and let them trickle down into her fingertips, tracing them out and watching as water condensed along the symbols before dropping into the funnel.
Sometimes the most useful spells were the smallest, she mused.]
[Around town]
[Even at night, things were muggy. Still, it was at dusk that Sabriel began to rummage through the rotting ruins. Charter magic could accomplish many things, but using it constantly was draining. Better to find what tools she could now, while people were either hiding in the theater.
Hopefully, she wouldn't run into monsters or hostile tributes as she picked through the rubble, occasionally grabbing things that seemed they might be of some use- a kitchen knife, a funnel, a few rags- and a miraculously intact glass bottle that made her shake with relieved laughter when she found it before scrambling to her feet and grabbing her crowbar and cursed under her breath.
Some of the dogs had spotted her.]
[Healing Starkiller]
[Diamonds of protection weren't exactly subtle- lines of golden flame tended to stand out, particularly without the fog- but it was impossible for anything outside to pass the flames, as a charred Walker corpse and the remains of several bugs and spiders attested.
Still, if it wasn't any cooler inside the diamond, it at least wasn't any warmer- and it was one of the few places she felt comfortable dropping her guard enough to focus solely on a single thing, rather than keep some small portion of her attention on her surroundings, watching for an attack. And she'd need her complete focus for what she was about to suggest, over a meal of purified fruit, hot dog buns, and sticky candy.]
Your injury isn't getting any better- I think I ought to heal it now, before it gets any worse, or they take away my magic again.
[Starkiller was an ally, possibly a friend, and the idea of him dying in a way she could prevent- or simply abandoning him- left a bad taste in her mouth.]
What| Sabriel's gotten her powers back, and is putting them to good use.
Where| The Orchard, around town, wherever she and Starkiller have set up camp.
When| during Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence, discussions of same.
Orchard
[Sabriel pulled another fruit of the tree, setting it down in a small pile on top of her jacket- she'd stripped down to just her tank top in the heat, and had used it to carry supplies.
Her crowbar and pipe lay in easy reach, and Sabriel was actually singing softly as she traced out the marks for the purification spell over the fruit before pulling out a funnel she'd salvaged from one of the derelict kitchens and put it over the bottle her water rations had arrived in.
Sweat beaded on her skin, but reaching into the Charter felt pleasantly cool as she plucked two symbols from the flow and let them trickle down into her fingertips, tracing them out and watching as water condensed along the symbols before dropping into the funnel.
Sometimes the most useful spells were the smallest, she mused.]
[Around town]
[Even at night, things were muggy. Still, it was at dusk that Sabriel began to rummage through the rotting ruins. Charter magic could accomplish many things, but using it constantly was draining. Better to find what tools she could now, while people were either hiding in the theater.
Hopefully, she wouldn't run into monsters or hostile tributes as she picked through the rubble, occasionally grabbing things that seemed they might be of some use- a kitchen knife, a funnel, a few rags- and a miraculously intact glass bottle that made her shake with relieved laughter when she found it before scrambling to her feet and grabbing her crowbar and cursed under her breath.
Some of the dogs had spotted her.]
[Healing Starkiller]
[Diamonds of protection weren't exactly subtle- lines of golden flame tended to stand out, particularly without the fog- but it was impossible for anything outside to pass the flames, as a charred Walker corpse and the remains of several bugs and spiders attested.
Still, if it wasn't any cooler inside the diamond, it at least wasn't any warmer- and it was one of the few places she felt comfortable dropping her guard enough to focus solely on a single thing, rather than keep some small portion of her attention on her surroundings, watching for an attack. And she'd need her complete focus for what she was about to suggest, over a meal of purified fruit, hot dog buns, and sticky candy.]
Your injury isn't getting any better- I think I ought to heal it now, before it gets any worse, or they take away my magic again.
[Starkiller was an ally, possibly a friend, and the idea of him dying in a way she could prevent- or simply abandoning him- left a bad taste in her mouth.]
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"Here, take this. It's about a day and a half worth, but it could stretch to three if you're careful, Miss...?" It dawns on him that they never actually introduced themselves.
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"And thank you. I'll make it last as long as I can." There was a limit to how much fruit she could purify, and she didn't know how long she could make it last. Better to have something she knew wasn't likely to spoil soon.
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She's so young...
"Be careful, Fräulein." You shouldn't be faced with this. None of us should.