Rupert Giles (
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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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[She smiles, happy when she sees his expression. One thing never changed over the many years of her life; to give and bring happiness to others is one of life's greatest joys. And while the cloak clasp had come from the Magic Peddler, the cloak itself had been legally purchased from a vendor.
If he does try it out, he'll discovery very quickly the cloak works as an invisible cloak, rendering whatever the fabric covers invisible.]
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Even he can't fail to notice that he immediately and near completely disappears. After gaping for a couple of seconds, the cloak is hastily removed and folded up.] Good lord! Where on earth did you find this?
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/Do you like it?/
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But. It would take some impossibly powerful magic to make the cloak viable for any decent length of time. The kind of magic that, when all is said and done, still makes Giles deeply nervous.
So his words ring a bit hollow when he says:] Um, v-very much.
...is, um, is that where you found your necklace, then? Th-The market?
[Or the peddler in the market?]
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/This thing?/ [She looks down at the gold and ruby necklace and smiles, remembering how easy it'd been stealing it off a lady's neck.] /It was a gift. /
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[There's something like a physical pain in his chest, now. Giles looks tired, old and tired, but his gaze is resolute as he stares at Ginia with the cloak in his arms.]
...before you say anything, I've s-spoken with Helios.
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/Did he include the part where he tied me up and locked me in the bedroom?/
[An obvious sign she's not herself if her reaction is to blame Helios.]
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Even if it's for her own good, Ginia is one person he's never had to truly fight with.]
It was implied. [Talking with him over the orb, there's been a few signs that he'd been trying to restrain her, and that he'd been nervous doing so for reasons beyond it simply not going well.]
He did mention that you'd burgled most of the city, however. Ever since seeing the peddler.
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[Because while she had a nice collection of shinies, it was more the thrill of getting something and getting away. After that, the coins or other baubles she lifted were traded for something useful or given away.]
/No one is getting hurt from this./
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Loki's little story earlier in the day suddenly doesn't seem so inane. Giles goes absolutely pale as she signs.]
Y-You don't know that. And, and for god's sake...r-running around like, like a cat burglar, y-you're better than that.
What this place says we are d-doesn't mean anything, n-not to that degree. Not like this.
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/Aren't you a killjoy./ [There was another woman who looked similar that often grew irritated or frustrated when things weren't fun. That woman isn't around anymore, but shades of her linger and mix together. Ginia stands and without another word, disappears from sight.]
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And, for what it's worth, Giles makes a spirited lunge when he realizes what Ginia is doing. But he's far, far too late, and the effort only sends him into the fountain.
With a curse's talent for avoiding trouble, the cloak falls from his hands before it can get wet.]
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And when she stops in an alley deep in the poor district where no one cares, Ginia hunches down in a corner, puts her head down on her knees, and has a good cry.
In the evening, she's back home, fake smile plastered on as she prepares dinner for her housemates, pretending nothing bad happened at all and all that matters is Giles is back and they're all together.]
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And, for what it's worth, the cloak is hanging by the door, and the unwrapped sword resting beside it. He knows that there was at least something of Ginia in play when she decided to take them.
Maybe she's thinking more clearly now. Maybe she's starting to understand why he's so upset at what she's doing. Maybe she won't run away, and he won't have to catch her.
He'll try to act like nothing's wrong, but that won't stop his gaze drifting to the leather thong still around her neck, or stop him from contemplating the risks of cutting it form her neck.]
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And at night, when she can't resist the siren call of the pendant any further, she dons her darkest clothes and mask and slips out into the night to terrorize Schwanheim again.
When the sun rises over the land and the Sign Maker begins to set up a new sign of all the latest rumors, there are only two occupants in the house of three. Ginia is still at large in the city.]