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revivalproject2023-10-13 03:38 pm
soldiers_heart) wrote in revivalproject2023-10-13 03:38 pm
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Fear to See the World to Be
WHO: Omeeega, mothcat squad and anyone in Sh'Ka
WHERE: Sh'Ka
WHAT: Seeing things and trying not to be alone
WHEN: Mid-October/During the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Shoot the Breeze
While she's aware that Sh'Ka isn't exempt from those storms, it still feels like so long ago that she had last experienced one. Then again, for her it has been.
Omega only vaguely becomes aware of the possibility when she realizes the train hasn't been running normally. Or perhaps it was something about the air... Little things that she just can't put her finger on, but it's made her more wary.
"Stick close, Launch. You too, Dart," she informs her squad. The two mothcats glance back from where they've fluttered off ahead of her, inevitably turning forward again to resume their wandering. Omega sighs, rolling her eyes, but she can't help for a faint smile. Some things at least never changed. She reaches up to pat the mothcat perched on her shoulder before letting her hand fall over the bulging bag slung at her side where the tail of another mothcat sticks out. If he'd weighed as much as the space he occupied, she's certain her bag would have split at its seams by now.
"Come on. Back to the shelter," she says, head nodding towards the hotel building.
II. Wish You Were Here
Thunder rumbles above, but that's hardly Omega's concern as she hurries down the streets. For all that things had been quiet the past few days, nothing had actually happened. Today's caught her off guard, and she can only hope the rest of her squad is taking cover at the hotel.
Somehow she's gotten herself turned around though, and only now the girl realizes it. "It's okay, we just... We just need to go back," she says, glancing down at her bag and the fuzzy mothcat head sticking out from it.
Movement from somewhere ahead of them has her stop, and even though she knows her weapon's useless at the moment, she still pulls her energy bow from behind her, its solidness in her hand giving some mild comfort.
"Wh-who's there..?"
Her eyes widen as she sees them, a man in gray armor with a khaki kama about his waist, and in place of his right hand he has a scomp-link. "Echo?"
WHERE: Sh'Ka
WHAT: Seeing things and trying not to be alone
WHEN: Mid-October/During the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
I. Shoot the Breeze
While she's aware that Sh'Ka isn't exempt from those storms, it still feels like so long ago that she had last experienced one. Then again, for her it has been.
Omega only vaguely becomes aware of the possibility when she realizes the train hasn't been running normally. Or perhaps it was something about the air... Little things that she just can't put her finger on, but it's made her more wary.
"Stick close, Launch. You too, Dart," she informs her squad. The two mothcats glance back from where they've fluttered off ahead of her, inevitably turning forward again to resume their wandering. Omega sighs, rolling her eyes, but she can't help for a faint smile. Some things at least never changed. She reaches up to pat the mothcat perched on her shoulder before letting her hand fall over the bulging bag slung at her side where the tail of another mothcat sticks out. If he'd weighed as much as the space he occupied, she's certain her bag would have split at its seams by now.
"Come on. Back to the shelter," she says, head nodding towards the hotel building.
II. Wish You Were Here
Thunder rumbles above, but that's hardly Omega's concern as she hurries down the streets. For all that things had been quiet the past few days, nothing had actually happened. Today's caught her off guard, and she can only hope the rest of her squad is taking cover at the hotel.
Somehow she's gotten herself turned around though, and only now the girl realizes it. "It's okay, we just... We just need to go back," she says, glancing down at her bag and the fuzzy mothcat head sticking out from it.
Movement from somewhere ahead of them has her stop, and even though she knows her weapon's useless at the moment, she still pulls her energy bow from behind her, its solidness in her hand giving some mild comfort.
"Wh-who's there..?"
Her eyes widen as she sees them, a man in gray armor with a khaki kama about his waist, and in place of his right hand he has a scomp-link. "Echo?"
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She looks to the pot, carefully moving to start picking up some of the chopped veggies so she can deposit them in because she's running out of space.
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Omega puts the last of the prechopped veggies into the pot, taking another from the pile.
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But apparently it is not quite the same. For now she moves to stir the soup and select herbs to tear with her fingers to drop in.
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She gets through the last few vegetables, bringing them over by the handful.
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Tris had basically had to invent all of her own magic, and that had been wonderful. As for static... well, she didn't avoid it. Sometimes she ran her fingers through her hair to scoop static sparks from it.
"It is indeed magic. But she is still learning how to balance what is reasonable, and what is too much, for even her."
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"Balance seems important for a lot of things," Omega observes, dropping the last of the veggies into the pot. "There, that's everything."
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And ambient mages could at times be more powerful than any academic mage, thought Lark saw no need to state that.
"Balance is perhaps one of the most important things of all. Without balance systems go wrong. The order I am a part of, the Circle, we believe in the importance of balance. For there to be growth and life there must be a balance of death. Where seas swell they must also retreat. What creates may destroy. And to preserve that balance in nature and in our hearts brings peace."
It is almost akin to the Jedi philosophies, except they were more naturalistic with it, followed gods and goddesses, and knew that that which is good could also be bad. There was no 'light side' and 'dark side'. Just balance and harmony, and those things that upset the order and create damage that takes far longer to be recovered from.
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Omega only knows so much about the Jedi. She's only personally met one, and Gungi's people, the Wookies of Kashyyyk, are very much nature-oriented, respecting the wisdom of the trees, the great forests that have existed for so long, and its creatures who also dwelt within them.
"Would you say this world is off balance?" she asks, cleaning off her hands and the cutting knife.
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But often ambient mages could be very potent. Many of the 'Great Mages' of the world were ambient mages. Rosethorn with her greenmagic, Frostpine as a smithmage work, and Lark herself as a threadmage. And still others as well.
"Those who have an academic mage gift are sent to the academies to train. Ambient magic tends to need a combination of general training, and training in their manifestation. I have seen those whose gifts appear in cooking, in metal, in stones, in plants, and even once recently in dance."
IT was rather intriguing, Sandry's student. Her own apprentice had taken her responsibility seriously, finding dance instructors who could help the young mage learn how to pair dance with intent with spell.
"This planet is very off balance I think. So I have thought when I have spoken in passing with the Funfronds. I do not doubt my Rosie could tell us more of how the natural world is off balance."
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"Magic sounds amazing. How does it work in dance?" What did one do with that? She can't quite imagine it.
"It seems like something very unnatural is disturbing the natural state of things, right? Do the Funfronds know what's causing it?"
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"In part it is intention, and the fixtures of the dance. There was a traditional dance that was once done that was held to bring more fish into nets. A young man with dance magic was taught the dance by a woman, and danced it over the nets before the fishermen went out. And it brought them great catches."
Which was why Sandry had found the boy. Of course that was the first time one of the children had learned it was the responsibility of a mage who finds someone with a gift to teach them their first lessons and see that they are guided to suitable teachers if they themselves are not suited to the task.
"I have not had conversations on that level with them. It has been lighter with us, though to be fair, I am just enamored with their manner of speech."
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"I think the most I've ever tried doing was giving them little blankets and scarves when things were getting colder," she says, head tilting as though recalling a distant memory, but then it sort of is when she'd been gone for so long. "Or maybe that was for the...Barrys? Have you spoken to them?"
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They had seemed to appreciate that as well.
"As for the Barrys, they... Well, I have not spoken to them. They seemed to busy to wish to be bothered."
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"Do they need anything else? They probably fair better than we do here since it's their home, but...I guess if we're living with them all, it doesn't hurt to try looking out for each other, right?"
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Because it is better to give a needed gift than to give something unneeded.
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"I'm going to make some griddle cakes. To go with our soup."
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"They are more like a dense fried bread than they are a pastry."
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"Well, I've had fried things before and they're pretty tasty. Can you show me how to make them?" She needs more than birthday cake on her repertoire.
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"We'll need to make our dough first. It's a simple one. We need water and salt to add to our flour."
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Omega makes sure Tumble is settled before she goes to wash off her hands again so she can join Lark. At least they won't have to worry too much about this mothcat getting into things. If the rest of her squad cares to join them, they'll have floury pawprints everywhere!