[ amazingly, on tuesday afternoon, emet can find vax in the pillow fort, though... it looks like he could be working on something. there's a small notebook in front of him, and he appears to be writing things down in black pen, laying on his stomach among all of the pillows.
vax is sporting wings, again, today - they're big and inky black, the shine of the feathers occasionally reflecting a little blue, and draped over him like an extra blanket. that part's normal - however, there are more feathers visible at his temples today, little ones along his cheekbones, and those are not. his clothes have wing holes but he's in a cute fit.
but he's vibing! wow. the productive clever vaxildan. ]
[emet squeezes himself into this fort. hello. he's made of shadow, today, though still shaped basically like himself; it makes it a little easier to shove himself in here and settle, form shifting along.]
anyway, he looks a little surprised? his own wings puff up a little like a ghibli character, and a single feather floats off. he just says - ] Aw. [ aw. cute.
... anyway, ] 's ravens. I was on the rooftop of a church, and there were ravens with me - all the colors. [ of the prism. there's a smile on his face for a moment even if he's not looking at emet, trying to recall all of the details, but - knowing where the dream came from did make the crafting of it a little more obvious, and he's appreciative. ] And then right in front of me, there was one that must've been refracted. It was - twitchy, in pain, a whole ton of colors. Another raven jumped in front of it and shielded it for a little while with its wings.
[ he tilts his head, thoughtful, and then lolls it towards emet, the feathers on his back rustling in time. ] ... It changed to night, and then day, and then the raven was pink and totally fine - the refraction was gone.
[he sounds pleased. that wing around him was hard, crystalline, but it softens.]
When you share with others, ensure you mention some time passed before night fell, but aside from that... yes. The intended message appears to have come through.
Felt like it was pretty easy to understand. It's about what happened with Percy and Kazu, yeah? That they were alright.
[ vax nods, propping his chin in his hand. definitely more pleasant than the other dream that he just will not mention yet because I didn't have time to yesterday sweats profusely but its okay. ] But, yeah, I'll get the message out. Should be pretty easy since we've gotta all meet up later, anyway.
[ and then to the second question, he cocks his head? ] Hm? No, I'm fine. You're really far up there, you know, you should come down here. Sometimes, I really forget how big you are.
Oh, trust me, big guy, I'm thinking about it a lot.
[ that's
inappropriate. raunchy. shitty little grin and all.
now that he's down here emet can see vax's notes, if he's not too embarrassed - there are names, written in his slanted handwriting. locate object, bless, bane, divine sense are the most immediately visible, though bless and bane appear to be crossed out. ]
[ look at those flush cracks!!! the grin stays, pleased, but then he turns to look at his book - the wings shiver a little pleasantly, and he settles. ]
...They're spells I know from home. I got an extra token, last week, as a reward for using my orange gumball, so I've got enough to use the whale thing. I'm trying to pick something to use: if I only have one shot, I want it to be useful.
And that I should probably be focusing on my spells? Right. Yeah.
[ weird!
he's fine probably????? anyway he will turn back to his book. ]
Guess there are items and stuff, too. I'd really like to just be able to have my fucking wings back for more than ten minutes and actually be able to use them, but beggars can't be fucking choosers, apparently.
[IS HE FINE. emet-selch is still uncertain, but he settles, the pink cracks slowly sealing up again.]
I do understand the feeling; had I my magic, so much of this would be a trivial matter. But if you wish for my opinion... I think ensuring someone cannot lie to you will prove most useful for our purposes.
Mhm. [ i'm sure he's fine and he has no weird effects at all. anyway, settling back in with his notebook, he taps the pen against the line for zone of truth. ] I'm sure it'd be pretty limited - I don't even think I've ever cast it before.
[ me reading vax's character sheet, six hours ago: VAX HAS ZONE OF TRUTH?
anyway, ] Thought that or... I might be able to find a way to get to the dead, or at least to talk to them, if their souls really are still around. Doubt I could just pull them back, but being able to confirm they're still lingering might be good to have. If they're trying to send us messages like I think they are, then, there's gotta be stuff they know that'd be useful for us, too.
...you may wish to look into that, yes. I believe if anyone had the capability, it would be someone like the two of us, and it will take some time before I could regain anything else myself.
[but will this place let that happen, is the question.]
[ he nudges up against his side, with that. just a couple of grim reapers! ] We'll see. Gotta pick my god and pray before I stick the tokens in that thing and hope for the best.
[ though
he sighs. ] Be nice just to get my fucking daggers back. [ :/ ]
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week 5, tuesday
vax is sporting wings, again, today - they're big and inky black, the shine of the feathers occasionally reflecting a little blue, and draped over him like an extra blanket. that part's normal - however, there are more feathers visible at his temples today, little ones along his cheekbones, and those are not. his clothes have wing holes but he's in a cute fit.
but he's vibing! wow. the productive clever vaxildan. ]
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[emet squeezes himself into this fort. hello. he's made of shadow, today, though still shaped basically like himself; it makes it a little easier to shove himself in here and settle, form shifting along.]
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Sorta, yeah. Trying to do a little thinking. [ a beat. ] 's a cool look, Emet. Kind of miss your face, though.
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[swats at him with a strangely shaped wing
it ends up draped over vax, though, and he Sighs.]
If you will not use my full title, use my name.
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Hades. [ his expression is like :3c ] Gave me a dream, huh?
[ and he will just scooch closer to him underneath that wing, though! come join him. ]
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[that wing wraps around him more solidly.]
How did it come through? The imagery was meant to be a message, but I must ensure it is correct before you discuss it.
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anyway, he looks a little surprised? his own wings puff up a little like a ghibli character, and a single feather floats off. he just says - ] Aw. [ aw. cute.
... anyway, ] 's ravens. I was on the rooftop of a church, and there were ravens with me - all the colors. [ of the prism. there's a smile on his face for a moment even if he's not looking at emet, trying to recall all of the details, but - knowing where the dream came from did make the crafting of it a little more obvious, and he's appreciative. ] And then right in front of me, there was one that must've been refracted. It was - twitchy, in pain, a whole ton of colors. Another raven jumped in front of it and shielded it for a little while with its wings.
[ he tilts his head, thoughtful, and then lolls it towards emet, the feathers on his back rustling in time. ] ... It changed to night, and then day, and then the raven was pink and totally fine - the refraction was gone.
That about what you were expecting?
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[he sounds pleased. that wing around him was hard, crystalline, but it softens.]
When you share with others, ensure you mention some time passed before night fell, but aside from that... yes. The intended message appears to have come through.
...have you felt strangely?
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[ vax nods, propping his chin in his hand. definitely more pleasant than the other dream that he just will not mention yet because I didn't have time to yesterday sweats profusely but its okay. ] But, yeah, I'll get the message out. Should be pretty easy since we've gotta all meet up later, anyway.
[ and then to the second question, he cocks his head? ] Hm? No, I'm fine. You're really far up there, you know, you should come down here. Sometimes, I really forget how big you are.
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[he huffs, but acquiesces, laying next to him.
I am so afraid of whatever effect he might have gotten]
There. Will that do?
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[ that's
inappropriate. raunchy. shitty little grin and all.
now that he's down here emet can see vax's notes, if he's not too embarrassed - there are names, written in his slanted handwriting. locate object, bless, bane, divine sense are the most immediately visible, though bless and bane appear to be crossed out. ]
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[he's very flustered, thanks, pink cracks spreading through the shadow of his face. he is maintaining composure as well as he can, though.]
...what are these?
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[ look at those flush cracks!!! the grin stays, pleased, but then he turns to look at his book - the wings shiver a little pleasantly, and he settles. ]
...They're spells I know from home. I got an extra token, last week, as a reward for using my orange gumball, so I've got enough to use the whale thing. I'm trying to pick something to use: if I only have one shot, I want it to be useful.
[ he'll move his hand so emet can see his list. ]
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Focus, please--
[hhhhHHHH.
anyway. the list.]
The truth one may be useful, should we require a confession...
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[ he's not focusing at all actually, now, pushing up on his elbow to lean over? and just kisses his cheek right over one of them. ]
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Vax'ildan-! What in the world has gotten into you--
[come on he knows you can focus on your own spell list!! fuck. this is the dream, isn't it.]
...a favor, if you would. Tell me precisely what you are thinking.
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... That I sorta wish I could actually see your face right now, but this is fine, too?
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[he's doing his best here.]
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And that I should probably be focusing on my spells? Right. Yeah.
[ weird!
he's fine probably????? anyway he will turn back to his book. ]
Guess there are items and stuff, too. I'd really like to just be able to have my fucking wings back for more than ten minutes and actually be able to use them, but beggars can't be fucking choosers, apparently.
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[IS HE FINE. emet-selch is still uncertain, but he settles, the pink cracks slowly sealing up again.]
I do understand the feeling; had I my magic, so much of this would be a trivial matter. But if you wish for my opinion... I think ensuring someone cannot lie to you will prove most useful for our purposes.
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[ me reading vax's character sheet, six hours ago: VAX HAS ZONE OF TRUTH?
anyway, ] Thought that or... I might be able to find a way to get to the dead, or at least to talk to them, if their souls really are still around. Doubt I could just pull them back, but being able to confirm they're still lingering might be good to have. If they're trying to send us messages like I think they are, then, there's gotta be stuff they know that'd be useful for us, too.
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[but will this place let that happen, is the question.]
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[ he nudges up against his side, with that. just a couple of grim reapers! ] We'll see. Gotta pick my god and pray before I stick the tokens in that thing and hope for the best.
[ though
he sighs. ] Be nice just to get my fucking daggers back. [ :/ ]
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[he doubts vax can lift the thing.]
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[ scanlan would be so proud ]
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