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eswareinmal2012-08-24 12:45 am
consultmybooks) wrote in eswareinmal2012-08-24 12:45 am
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[The orb shows the beach - grass leading to rocks leading to sand leading to the vast expanse of ocean in the distance. It's a picteresque sort of sight, with the bonus of no dragons around to eat people. Turns out you just can't entirely trust the maps here..]
I've, um, I've found the ocean. It's not as bad as it looks, out here...I mean, um, the thorns are moving rather fast, but it turns out that we're hardly cut off.
Well...hardly cut off yet.
I did stop by the infection zone before I came out this way. The reports are certainly true. For plants, they are moving alarmingly fast. I didn't want to stay in the area. If I'd actually dared make camp there, I probably wouldn't be here now. Still. I, um, I made an effort. A couple of basic identification spells, and a bit of scrying, although s-something about them made that even harder than it normally is, for me.
If anyone has any ideas how I might, um, proceed further, or even get a bit off for further examination, I'm certainly all ears. It's not as though I'll have to walk that far to reach the border zone on my way back.
[...really, though, looking out at the beach, at the ocean and thinking of what lies beyond it, it's actually a little hard to remember that they're all in such terrible danger. The land around him brings up a feeling of nostalgia in Giles' chest that he can't ignore.]
...if worst comes to worst, I suppose we could always build a ship.
[Because, when he finds himself forgetting, now he can summon up the mental image of that great, gnarled tangle of malevolent, thorny evil. That's a familiar feeling as well - consult the books. Fight the evil. Save the world.
What happens next? Well...they'll burn that bridge when they come to it.]
((ooc: Hey, sorry for the edits, guys! Turns out I was a bit mistaken as to the positioning of the thorns. But! Things should be able to proceed from here.))
I've, um, I've found the ocean. It's not as bad as it looks, out here...I mean, um, the thorns are moving rather fast, but it turns out that we're hardly cut off.
Well...hardly cut off yet.
I did stop by the infection zone before I came out this way. The reports are certainly true. For plants, they are moving alarmingly fast. I didn't want to stay in the area. If I'd actually dared make camp there, I probably wouldn't be here now. Still. I, um, I made an effort. A couple of basic identification spells, and a bit of scrying, although s-something about them made that even harder than it normally is, for me.
If anyone has any ideas how I might, um, proceed further, or even get a bit off for further examination, I'm certainly all ears. It's not as though I'll have to walk that far to reach the border zone on my way back.
[...really, though, looking out at the beach, at the ocean and thinking of what lies beyond it, it's actually a little hard to remember that they're all in such terrible danger. The land around him brings up a feeling of nostalgia in Giles' chest that he can't ignore.]
...if worst comes to worst, I suppose we could always build a ship.
[Because, when he finds himself forgetting, now he can summon up the mental image of that great, gnarled tangle of malevolent, thorny evil. That's a familiar feeling as well - consult the books. Fight the evil. Save the world.
What happens next? Well...they'll burn that bridge when they come to it.]
((ooc: Hey, sorry for the edits, guys! Turns out I was a bit mistaken as to the positioning of the thorns. But! Things should be able to proceed from here.))
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As for, um, "tributes"...well, um, I'm not sure what you mean. Whatever they did to us, though, it didn't stick. Not, um, not forever, at least. [And sometimes that's all you could hope for.]
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[Her expression grows a little more somber when he asks about tributes. When she speaks, she's reciting words heard over and over.] From every district, a girl and a boy between the ages of twelve and eighteen are selected to fight in the Hunger Games.
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...
...the fact that Rue doesn't look remotely twelve isn't going to make this any better. After all this time, Giles has developed a sense for such things.]
Yes, um, well. Besides the obvious point of being selected as a hero to, to stop the thorns, you certainly won't have to worry about that while you're here.
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[Because Giles is a lot bigger than a twelve year old kid, and anyone who has any funny ideas about using kids for anything they don't want to be involved with will have to deal with him.]
Sorry, um...I'm not sure I caught your name.
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Been in Schwanheim long, then?
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Two days now. How about you?
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...habit wins out, and he adds:] Just, um, just Giles is fine.
And, um, it's been a few weeks, for me. I'm sorry you were brought here when you were - the, um, the thorns are moving a bit faster than they did before.
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Is there any way to stop them?
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That's, um, why I was out here in the first place. Thought I'd try getting a look up close, see if anything worked better that way.
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So his next question is as much to steer Rue away from the idea of trying her knife against the thorns, as anything else:]
W-What sort of climbing?
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Just, um, just out of curiosity...how do you feel about mountains?
[There seems to be no end of strange happenings going on in the mountains around here. First this mysterious "old capital", and now something about a temple.]
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Other than that, well, I would caution you to stay out of the, the Two Faced Forest after the sun goes down, if no one's told you to already. In the daytime, however, it's, it's perfectly safe.
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The, um, the forest. Near the city proper. It's, um, it's known as the "Two Faced Forest", a-and it certainly lives up to the name.
In the daytime, it's, it's safe enough. Unless you happen to pass by the witch's house.
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It, um, it depends on who you ask and, quite frankly, where you are. [Giles is a witch, by some definitions.]
In this particular case? She's a rather unpleasant old woman who lives in a house made of candy and discourages visitors by means of unpleasant magic.
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What's magic? I asked someone, but he didn't explain what it was.
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At least she's not saying something as ridiculous as "magic doesn't exist". Giles was going to have to kick something if someone tried that line on him again.]
Well, um, to be fair, it isn't terribly easy to explain.
But...magic is, um, an element of the world, the same as air, or, um, or water. The right sort of person can gather it together and use it to create...well, um, certain effects. The specific effect depends on the person, or the intention of the caster in question.
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