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make_opportunity) wrote2014-01-06 10:27 pm
make_opportunity) wrote2014-01-06 10:27 pm
dark scrying
Maurabel ignores her classmates, by and large. She most especially ignores them when she is on the path that leads to the elemental barracks, because on those occasions they are more likely than usual to laugh at her.
She has considered their arguments, insofar as they have any, and they're nonsense, so now she ignores them. As best she can, anyway.
The amulet-minder knows her, too, and doesn't stop her on her way in to ask what element she wants the way he would anyone else. She'll take an amulet on the way out, probably. (Usually.)
She lets herself in and starts scanning the population. She saw two Shadows out flying on her way in, which means unless nobody else has one checked out, the selection's going to be pretty thin. She can use another element if she needs to, though. She doesn't need to do dark scrying specifically for this project - in fact, she could work entirely out of her personal affinities, if they wouldn't give her the time of day - dark scrying just interests her and she doesn't have enough of her own Shadow affinity to pull it off alone.
She counts Shadows, assessing how much time it's going to cost her to get the willing help of whichever feels like working "cheapest" today - and she sees an unfamiliar face.
A nearby Water leans in the new Shadow's direction. Maurabel stands back politely, hands clasped behind her, and lets her talk to him.
"That's the weird one I told you about," Water whispers to Shadow. "The one who makes it all - transactional, has all these fussy rules for herself."
When Water appears to be done talking to Shadow, Maurabel takes a couple of steps forward.
"Hello, Shadow," she says gently. "I'm Maurabel. Looks like you're new. I'll leave you alone if you want me to but I would like to talk to you. Do you prefer to just be called Shadow and told apart from the others with your university checkout number, or do you have a name you like?"
She has considered their arguments, insofar as they have any, and they're nonsense, so now she ignores them. As best she can, anyway.
The amulet-minder knows her, too, and doesn't stop her on her way in to ask what element she wants the way he would anyone else. She'll take an amulet on the way out, probably. (Usually.)
She lets herself in and starts scanning the population. She saw two Shadows out flying on her way in, which means unless nobody else has one checked out, the selection's going to be pretty thin. She can use another element if she needs to, though. She doesn't need to do dark scrying specifically for this project - in fact, she could work entirely out of her personal affinities, if they wouldn't give her the time of day - dark scrying just interests her and she doesn't have enough of her own Shadow affinity to pull it off alone.
She counts Shadows, assessing how much time it's going to cost her to get the willing help of whichever feels like working "cheapest" today - and she sees an unfamiliar face.
A nearby Water leans in the new Shadow's direction. Maurabel stands back politely, hands clasped behind her, and lets her talk to him.
"That's the weird one I told you about," Water whispers to Shadow. "The one who makes it all - transactional, has all these fussy rules for herself."
When Water appears to be done talking to Shadow, Maurabel takes a couple of steps forward.
"Hello, Shadow," she says gently. "I'm Maurabel. Looks like you're new. I'll leave you alone if you want me to but I would like to talk to you. Do you prefer to just be called Shadow and told apart from the others with your university checkout number, or do you have a name you like?"
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He does.
It's extremely disorienting when he moves the viewpoint through the shadow spaces - a place of perfect darkness, with whirling uncolours and warped dimensionality. But it doesn't take long; he knows where he's going.
And then they're looking at a room, dimly lit by a lamp on the wall; the shadows are deep enough for them to clearly see the placement of all the furniture, including a table with a small pile of books next to a closed box that's easily big enough to hold ten or twelve elemental amulets. Shadow focuses their dark scry on it, but even if he hadn't, it's obvious from its prominent placement and the lack of any other boxes nearby that it's the one.
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"You expect Fire will be in the basement himself when we land?"
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"I am trusting you very far on knowing about how he's going to react to this. How long did you know each other? How certain are you I'm not going to wind up having to decide between letting him tell the police something and shutting him up by force?"
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Eventually she says, "Okay, I'm out of questions. Any preferences how we pass the time between now and then?"
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Apparently that means homework. She scrawls out an essay on nice looseleaf in nice ink with nice handwriting.
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He continues not to do anything.
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She stays up late.
Eventually the clock says it's time. She closes her book. She stands up.
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He doesn't expect Fire to need the fact that they are stealing him explained out loud.
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She reads a page of her notebook over again, and then puts it down, flicks off her lantern, and then holds out her hand.
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This trip is much longer than from one end of her room to the other. If she used darksight, she could see the shadow spaces swirling past, but very few humans ever learn enough about them to understand the sight.
And then they emerge into a dark room, the same one they scried during the day. The same box is sitting in the same spot on the same table.
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