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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 9:56 am
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Temperance Clark
"It seems like each era showed a different deterioration of things, more or less." Though that didn't really matter now. "We need to decide - but there's too many unknown factors. While we don't know for certain the cage's creation created the cycles, without the cage there seem to be no cycles. I spoke to Liam in the 80's, with magic rampant, with no cage, and he had no idea of cycles. Thought I was on drugs, frankly." Temperance crossed her arms around herself.
She sighed, wanting everything to be done as bloodlessly as possible. "Why don't we make a list of potential symbols and meanings people here are interested in using? Shield - protection, tree- growth, door- freedom. What else? Maybe Zac could find them in the book if he was looking for them specifically. The placement seems kind of like an advanced concept, however."
Looking towards America (who was still pretty damn cute even if now wasn't the time), Temperance tilted her head. "You know some symbolic magic?" She moved closer.
---------------------------------------- Preacher Maria
"While I'd like ta know a hunnerd percent what we're doing afore we do it, I'm feelin' that's less likely to actually happen. I'm not sure we don't have a time limit here - Sunday's voice was here earlier n' it sounded pretty damn urgent." She winked and spun the knife when Zac pointed toward her.
She stood up and stretched. "So we need an exact mission statement and symbols ta reflect it. I'm guessin' 'fix s**t' ain't a good statement. To be honest, I like their mission statement, but I'm won'ring if they picked tha wrong symbols and that's why things went haywire. Though I guess it weren't so bad until people went off n' killed the people of the cage."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 8:19 pm
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Alexis Tucker 22/22
"We need - " Alexis clenches their fists, and the water shifts restlessly - "to figure out a damn sigil already, alright? The longer we spend talking, the more likely it is that something will break, and we'll all be dead. Zac -- come on. Growth. Strength. Knowledge, protection, balance -- we need to work." Maybe it's true. Maybe it's not. But Alexis can't stand just standing around, helpless, like this.
They are a Noble of the Court of the Sorrowful One, and they have a role to play here, don't they? Don't they?
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 8:37 pm
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America Jones
"Yeah," America offered Temp a smile, "I've got supplies on me and it doesn't take long, really." She gestured for the two to come closer, a little off to the side. "Do you guys have anything nice and hard that's a bit special to you? Large stone accessories work easiest, but even a coin you're fond of might suit. It'll work best if you've got something, and you'll have something useful in the end. If you don't, I can have you guys feel along while I place magic into a backup to my own."
She lifted a stone pendant from her shirt and disappeared. "It's got a few other uses, but this is the main purpose far as I know. Protection in the shadows, a safe haven to hide in." After a moment she reappeared.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 12:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 12:59 pm
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Zac shook his head mutely for a moment. “N..no Number one, the people casting the magic may VERY well be trapped the same way Heliodora and the others were into their rolls, to ask that people go off into little groups like it’s a school project rather than just talking here like mature adults, and then expecting people to cast magic that other people decided on - I don’t know that I feel that’s a good idea. “
“If it simplifies things we can take a show of hands, Or everyone makes three suggestions and we see if we can’t make the top voted ones work,
It WILL be simpler if we can get a mission statement, and I’ll look in here and see if they wrote one, plus, I’ll keep doing what I have been doing, which is basically reading everything that isn’t a…. tiny symbol with potential meaning attached.
The one thing I will say is they DO have two for freedom, but one has a frown face beside it. So, for everyone who thinks like me that maybe it should be there, maybe we should be careful too.”
shibrogane modifying or expanding search to look for a mission statement as an example to work from
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 1:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 6:24 pm
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Preacher Maria
She deftly flipped the knife in the air and caught it by the point. "If you wan', I got some p-" And then Temperance was there, stormy countenance and all.
"Give me the knife right now if you cannot stop playing with it. Look, you've already cut yoursefl!" Temperance leaned down and whispered some angry sounding words into Preacher's ear. Her mouth twisted, but she relinquished her hold on the knife. And then Temperance was gone, whooshing back to those other girls. Preacher scowled.
"Anyway, I got paper for tha paper gods n' a pen, too. Always do if ya wanna borrow em." She loped on over to Eve & Leila (even though Eve was generally on her 'to be avoided' list) and held them out. The paper was several sheets clearly torn out of a moleskin notebook and the pen had seen better days. The end was chewed quite viciously.
She shrugged. looking towards Zac. "I think a each person writes down tow three symbols vote sounds good. Then we assign tha meanin', write it down and I dunno, win."
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Temperance Clark
She felt in her bag - did she even have anything appropriate for this? - nearly dropping the sharpie in the process. And, in doing so, a silver gleam caught her eye. Great. Just wonderful, they were going to die because Preacher would drop the knife and fall on it and - she stormed over, excusing herself and shoving the Sharpie at Veronica as she passed. The two of them had been talking about sigils, after all.
After a short, but intensely whispered conversation, Temperance made her way back to America and Chel, the knife shining in her hand. She put it in a pocket of her messenger bag. Eyeing Shun, she spoke: "For once, Kuroda and I agree." For once. A tree really was a good symbol she thought... but it depended on everyone else.
The only thing that had stopped Temperance from coloring at America's suggestion of something 'nice and hard' ws the distraction from Preacher. "Sorry about that. And, hmm, I... the only thing I have is a skull and I think it's half-haunted. Is it usable for such things?" Temperance blinked. Looking at America was kind of daunting still, but she'd seen her disappear, right?
"You have a stone of invisibility. Whoa."
shibrogannnne Note: Temperance now has the knife and quite uneventful's Veronica has the Sharpie
lizbot EDIT: my bad, I didn't specify - it's a squirrel skull and looks kind of crystalline, though in the shitty void light idk. Temp will clarify in my next tag too haha
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 11:21 pm
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America Jones
America's eyebrows shot up at skull. "Do...do you carry that around with all the time hun? I think it might get mixy if there's a ghost's will tied up in it too."
The picture brought a look of interest but ultimately America shook her head apologetically, "I think something like paper'll get harmed by putting the glyph in. I wouldn't want it ruined and I definitely don't want you depending on it in a pinch."
The girl settled down onto the floor, digging through her bag after gesturing for the others to sit across from her. Eventually she pulled out several items and set them out, one by one. "Gotta have ink of some sort. I like using either lampblack or walnut ink, 'cause it feels better when it's inks I made myself. Putting a bit more of me into it on top of my magic. Magic dust," she taps a little spice jar. "You can gather it up in the Other Place. Find it on plants and animals n'such, look for the sort with meaning to it. These I gathered from a little rabbit den, safe and hidden, y'know?"
Lastly, she pulled out a silver dollar, old and worn. "My uncle Travis gave me this last when I was getting ready to leave home and travel. Said it'd been lucky for him when he'd wandered a bit himself. You wanna make sure you put your glyph and magic into something sturdy, but small enough to keep with you."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 11:26 pm
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veronica villanueva - 23/23 +2 persuasion +1 athleticism/combat rolls Veronica was starting to get used to not understanding anything anymore. After a bunch of people arrived, most seemingly familiar from the beginning of their wild ride, the hispanic woman was at a loss for words and simply stood back, watching. Listening. It felt a little awkward to watch those she felt more comfortable with interact with the newer, more accustomed people. She herself felt lost, but when approached by Darcie, managed to find some way to explain. "You basically know what happened before, right? We need to create a sigil, without using the stars, crown, or sword symbols. And, um, different meanings. Thing is, we're not sure what to use," Veronica murmured, continuing to listen to the others talk. Growth, no stagnation, freedom, protection... If she understood the basis for everything a little better, maybe she would've understood everything. But she was there with no previous knowledge, and everyone there already seemed caught up with everything. It felt a little, well, alienating. Though it wasn't their fault, really.
When Preacher began to play with the knife, Veronica stiffened. It was a very sharp object, and if it ended up on someone, she definitely wasn't going to be that person. She inched slightly backward when Temperance passed by, slightly surprised at her throwing the sharpie at her. She caught it well enough, but soon after Temperance left, knife in hand. Veronica relaxed slightly, thankful it wouldn't be thrown around anymore. She looking at the sharpie and inspected it, looking up when another woman began to speak. "How many different timezones did we all go to? 20s, 60s... Are there people missing here?" She thought there might've been, but she wasn't sure. If there wasn't this idea was definitely wrong. "Maybe we're all supposed to pick different sigils. Each time period or something... I don't know." She kept a firm grip on the sharpie, not wanting to lose it, somehow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 2:25 am
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