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Scrying, right. It was all she really could do right now, besides punch Ezra's ever-lasting gobstopper of a face in. Out of her bag she pulled a mirror roughly the span of her two hands. It was ornate and gilt and who knows where the ******** she'd lifted it from. (Preacher knew - there were many things she could have down between casting sigils, and a few things she did do).

"Show me," she whispered. "Who r' what this burning man holds most dear. n' where now." If she could get hold of any leverage. Well, Shun might be a tad more murderous than her, but hey - Preacher hadn't even gotten to fight anyone today.


Calm +1
clear goal +2
ezra +4
mirror +2  

[shibrogane]

Daekie

They see the dark starry sky spiraling overhead.

They see themselves. Alone.

Nasir, dead.

azuredreams

Nasir, dead. Ezra... dead. He sees himself, his hands around Ezra's throat, burning, burning, burning, and Alexis's vision is there, the dark starry sky, and Nasir burning. The smell of burning flesh is thick.

 

[shibrogane]

Blade Kuroda

Shun sees...

He sees Ezra, dead on the ground.

He sees Melany, dead on the ground.

And he sees... he sees the Burning Man.

Alive and well.

 

[shibrogane]

The Semblance of Unity

Preacher sees reflected in the mirror...

the Spinel Lady, still, framed like a portrait in profile.

two girls, full-fleshed but grey around the eyes, one light and one dark, bickering companionably over a kitchen table. The lighter one laughs.

and... Eve?

 

[Blade Kuroda]

That was unexpected. Ezra was dead, but the Burning Man lived. If anything, he would have figured they needed the opposite if either had to die. Even then... weren't they technically one and the same? Shun furrowed his brow, then continued with this line of thought.

How would Ezra die while the Burning Man lives?

shibrogane

Calm emotional state +1
Mirror scrying +2
Clear goal in mind +2
Ezra power +4

 

[Daekie]

emetophobia tw

Alexis -

recoiled, acid high in their throat -

the mirror dropped to the ground so fast, the sound of shattering glass with how hard Alexis had shoved it away from their conjoined hands, and they breathed heavily, eyes full of terror - terror - terror - I don't want to be alone - the smell of burning flesh, cooked meat (even if the smell hadn't been there, they knew what they'd seen, the smell - they knew it, didn't know how they would know it but it was there anyways - Nasir, torched, torched on the ground) -- their throat felt too full of air. They doubled over, shoulders tight, elbows on the ground; and gagged - it was mostly spit, what puddled under their shaking form. Their mouth was raw. Their throat was raw.

It felt like forever.

"You're going to kill them," they croaked, voice shaking, eventually. Back to a sitting position. Lips raw. "If they're not on the charter, you're going to ******** kill them." They looked at Ezra and, oh, if looks could kill, he'd be at the bottom of the ocean and still going deeper.

(The calm was gone. Now they were razor-raw, every feeling laid bare.)  

[azuredreams]

Nasir let's go of the mirror, his hands hot. At least, he thinks they are, and recoils back from what he sees.

He looks up and stares over at Ezra, his eyes watery. His skin feels itchy and too warm and not right and- With everything that has been said, the conversations that have gone on around them, he simply stares at him and pulls his glasses off to rub at his eyes before, finally, he gets out the words that have been on his mind.

It took seeing himself choking someone, burning alive, to bring it out. He barely catches what Alexis says, barely looks, because his focus is on Ezra.

"What," he asks Ezra, "are you?" He wasn't just a Noble, he couldn't be. He had to be more.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

She looked up at Ezra. "Ey, Trogdor, who're tha two chicks - the light n' darker ones? They look pretty cute, y'know." Her tone wasn't very playful. "Oh, wait - are those tha month bitches? Maybe we should visit. Catch up." If catch up meant broken legs. Preacher glanced at her fingernails and picked off a hangnail.  

[saedusk]

Try it was. Eli stopped for a moment to imagine his memories held fast by tendrils of magic, keeping them in place. As long as he believed he could follow the directions of his scry vision, then he could, right? That's all he had to go on at this point, so he had to believe it.

"Alright," he said to Ollie, grabbing his hand to lead him to the exit out to the court. "Let's go."


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Melancholies

go here pls

 

[cibarium]

"Selfish," Eve practically spat into her nearly-empty cup. The calm voice, the yellow eyes, the dark hair not unlike her own; she could barely stand any of it. He'd hurt her friends and family, broken her wife's heart, and forced them all into secrecy, all using a body stolen from an innocent person. The Burning Man -- and probably the noble Ezra along with him -- they were irredeemable.  

[shibrogane]

Blade Kuroda

Shun starts to see something, a pale hand reaching out for Ezra's burned face, and then--

The mirror nearby shatters and he loses his focus.

 

[shibrogane]

"I'm not going to do anything," said Ezra, and he smiled at Nasir. "What I am," he answered.

But then Preacher interrupted. This didn't seem to unsettle him. "If there was any chance you would reach my daughters, I wouldn't be here," he said. "Try again."

He frowns at Eve's statement, but the expression vanishes moments later as if it were never there. He stands placidly by the door, where he has been this entire time.  

[cibarium]

The image Leila had seen minutes ago, with the backdrop of vibrant and unfamiliar stars, was passed along to Friend. What is this?? Where?  

[Daekie]

"It doesn't matter if you're --" Alexis' shoulders are shaking, so severely, and they press themself to Nasir's side like it'll fix anything; like it'll fix seeing his sightless eyes, his lifeless body.

"They're still going t'die. What the ******** makes you better than us? You're barely even a ******** person --" another hoarse fit of coughing, their throat is still so raw. Still they look at Ezra, and think, I want to see you dead, I want to see you dead.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun stared at what he was starting to see, but his attention snapped over to the side as he heard the sound of a mirror shattering. His eyes narrowed as he glared over at Nasir and Alexis. He wasn't sure what their deal was, but it just broke his concentration.

Letting out a huff, he turned back to the mirror and began to concentrate once more. He shifted his internal question a bit, as he did find it odd that this plan would leave the Burning Man fine where two potentially innocent people (if the Ezra of this world coudl be considered as such) were killed. He needed to nuance this a bit.

What must be done to stop the -Burning Man's- plan? To keep him from succeeding with whatever he plans with our concent.

Shibrogane

Calm +1
Mirror +2
Clear goal +2
Ezra power +4