[Log] West Haven

[thequestgiver]

Characters: All on the road to West Haven
Open? Yep
Where: Starting at the gate of Schwanheim, on the way to and in West Haven
When: The 5th of Rebirth's Height


It was a clear morning, a touch warmer than the previous days, a sign that Rebirth was progressing along. For the more superstitious of Schwanheim's residents, it seemed a good omen for the heroes' journey to the unfortunate town of West Haven. Of course with how the weather of Rebirth ran, it might be pouring rain by the time they left the gates but that was Rebirth for ya.

[[OoC: this log will be split into 3 parts/sub threads. You don't have to tag the preparations or travel threads to arrive at West Haven.]]

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[a_wider_world]

"The rules may well change," Obi-Wan said, his focus swinging back to Anya. "But most of us--" and although he didn't look at Loki, it was clear that was who he meant-- "are interested in winning a battle on our own merits rather than deceit, if there is a battle to be won."

He paused a moment, then spoke again, his voice just a touch lower.

"If I lose on even ground, then so be it. But I have to know where I stand."

[sorcerous]

"This isn't the sort of fight where you win or lose," returned Loki, at Obi-Wan. "Not in terms of battles and treaties." Back to Anya. "You fight, and you fight, and sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose, and then it begins again. Such is the cycle of all living things.

"We are here to save the lives chewed up and ripped in war's jaws. That is why I was told I was called, and that is why I will fight. That, and none other. I am not interested in the cosmic cycle of forces in a world that is not mine, governed by rules that are not mine, and far away from any I could call my own."

Thor, he thinks with a hint of pain, Sif, Frigga. Odin.

"Help me," he said, softly, to Anya. He had his anger controlled, now. "If you wanted to see us, you wanted to learn something, or you wanted to teach something. Or you are a being of chaos yourself, with no order behind anything you have done or said. Help me, because I will fight to return balance, and then no further."

[ofchaosandorder]

There was a moment of silence as Anya took yet another long drag from her cigarette, seeming to savor the smoke before slowly letting it go. Instead of dissipating, it curled outward, splitting into four parts and approaching the assembled four.

For Obi-Wan, the smoke curled around his wrist, solidifying into a leather band with a metal clasp etched with the symbol of an eye. For Bakura, it wrapped around his staff, replacing the red gem inlaid in it with a deep blue one. For Loki, it gathered around his hand, solidifying into a silver mirror. For Dark, it became a sizable gem, a pure and glittering dark purple.

With an almost mocking side bow of her head, she began to float upwards. "Until we meet again, servants of Order," she called before dissipating into smoke.

When it had cleared, all signs of West Haven had vanished, leaving just the worn road they had rode to reach it meandering through the wood and fields.

[[OoC: Items granted: Bracelet of Wisdom, Gem of Binding, Mirror of True Sight, Cursed Gem of Annoyance]]

[ex_apaintingdarkly917]

Dark eyed the gem in his hand, shrugged, and shoved it in his pocket. It hadn't been worth coming back after all.

"Stupid waste of time," he muttered, marching off in the direction of the castle.

Nothing he did here was going to get him home, so why not walk for a while?

[sorcerous]

The mirror was just larger than his palm, and Loki glanced at it, into it, confused, curious -- and he froze, immediately.

It was reddened eyes that gazed back at him. With the hint of ice and storm, of fire and power and bright lines tracing the curves of Yggdrasil.

Brother-killer, he thought, and he flinched away, his breath sharp-inhaled. He buried the mirror deep, in a pocket, and held his hands tight in fists. Shaking. That she could confront him with the terrible truth, now, of all times --

Loki turned away. One breath, another, and then he had enough control to go.

If any seek him, they may find him with the horse that he has claimed as his. Forehead pressed against her neck, eyes closed tight.

[a_wider_world]

Obi-Wan had only a few heartbeats to look at the thing on his wrist before the Force whispered to him that something was wrong very close by. With easy grace he moved to slip a supporting arm around Bakura, holding his foster son up as best he could.

"It's all right. I've got you. Breathe deeply."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura blinked up at the sudden support, looking as if he were just waking from something. He put a hand to his forehead, rubbing it slightly. "S-- sorry, I think..." He shook his head. "Something went wrong with that..."