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eswareinmal2012-07-22 01:05 am
consultmybooks) wrote in eswareinmal2012-07-22 01:05 am
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Chapter 4 - 11th of Rebirth's Decline - [Orb]
[The orb shows Giles, sitting in one of the fields on the outskirts of Schwanheim, but he's not looking back at the orb, nor showing any sign of his surroundings.
No, instead, he's looking at the mirror he found around his neck, when he woke up before the battle. It's hovering in the air, spinning very slowly, and shadows flicker across its silvered surface. But they're clearly very interesting shadows - Giles doesn't take his eyes off the mirror, even as he addresses the orb.
The only other notable feature of the scene is that Giles is wearing gloves, and occasionally and completely subconsciously tugs on the edge of them, as though reassuring himself that they're still on his hands.]
Um, apparently there is another kingdom, across the thorns. Or, um, there was. We have no way of knowing if it's still there, simply because...well, we have no way of knowing what's happening beyond the thorns.
But I thought, well, if we could get back in touch...
[He draws in his breath sharply, as though troubled by a grim thought. The mirror slowly stops spinning, and then falls to the ground with a soft chiming. Giles curses softly under his breath and picks it up, polishing its bright surface industriously with a sleeve.]
...apparently, um, whatever I am now, it involves the capacity to scry. I'm not sure what the extent of this new talent is, yet, but I thought I'd try and find out. Perhaps, um, if I can get good enough, myself and, and whoever else has this ability, we might be able to combine our talents and, and contact the rest of the world. For assistance, or for information...well, there's no way to know.
This, um, this might seem a silly question, but do any of you mind if I look in on you from here? Knwoing the name of who or, or what I want to see, that seems to help me get a lock on it. As such, I thought I'd ask your permission first, before I went snooping around on whatever you were doing.
No, instead, he's looking at the mirror he found around his neck, when he woke up before the battle. It's hovering in the air, spinning very slowly, and shadows flicker across its silvered surface. But they're clearly very interesting shadows - Giles doesn't take his eyes off the mirror, even as he addresses the orb.
The only other notable feature of the scene is that Giles is wearing gloves, and occasionally and completely subconsciously tugs on the edge of them, as though reassuring himself that they're still on his hands.]
Um, apparently there is another kingdom, across the thorns. Or, um, there was. We have no way of knowing if it's still there, simply because...well, we have no way of knowing what's happening beyond the thorns.
But I thought, well, if we could get back in touch...
[He draws in his breath sharply, as though troubled by a grim thought. The mirror slowly stops spinning, and then falls to the ground with a soft chiming. Giles curses softly under his breath and picks it up, polishing its bright surface industriously with a sleeve.]
...apparently, um, whatever I am now, it involves the capacity to scry. I'm not sure what the extent of this new talent is, yet, but I thought I'd try and find out. Perhaps, um, if I can get good enough, myself and, and whoever else has this ability, we might be able to combine our talents and, and contact the rest of the world. For assistance, or for information...well, there's no way to know.
This, um, this might seem a silly question, but do any of you mind if I look in on you from here? Knwoing the name of who or, or what I want to see, that seems to help me get a lock on it. As such, I thought I'd ask your permission first, before I went snooping around on whatever you were doing.
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[And then, quickly:] Only right now.
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Still. Um, I know I've seen you around, especially with...recent events, with the Hero. But I'm not sure I ever got your name. That would help, um, if you didn't mind sharing.
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I am Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard. Or is it Knight of Schwanheim, now?
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So, if Giles ever knew Thor's name before, it's pretty clear by the way he just...stares, for several seconds, that he's forgotten it since.]
...of course you are.
[His inability to look Sif in the eye for longer than five seconds suddenly seems like a good thing, now.] As for titles, I, um, I suppose it's a case of both, really. In, in terms of...well, hang on.
[He looks away from the orb and back at the hovering mirror. Giles frowns in concentration, settling deeply into thought. Slowly, the shadows in the orb resolve themselves into colors, pictures...it's a blurred image, like a photo taken of a moving target, not really properly identifiable. Thor, however, will probably get a brief feeling of being watched.
Giles holds the effort for a few seconds, before letting out his breath in a sigh and holding out his hand for the mirror to drop into. He looks back at Thor.]
Anything?
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glossygroomedhair.He glances around when he feels the strange sensation on the back of his neck, eyes narrowing curiously. When Giles speaks up again, he nods.]
I sensed you, if that is what you are asking.
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[The surface of the mirror goes smooth and silvery again, clattering to the ground. Giles takes off his glasses to rub at his eyes. They're stinging fiercely, as though he's spent too long looking into the sun.
Maybe it's just a god thing.] Hard to, to actually hold on to what I saw...