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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Aug 7, 2023 14:33:35 GMT -5
Del smears her hand down her face in barely contained agitation. "Okay. One more time. From the beginning."
An even more agitated young Fellblood scoffs, throwing their hands up in the air "I already told you--"
How Del kept finding herself in these situations, she would never understand. One moment, she had been admiring the small town on her way to the harbor to head back to Darkveil. The next, she was listening to the young Fellblood raging about being scammed by someone, now sporting a broken foot and their friend running for the nearest medical help. "And now I'm asking you to do it again," she interrupted, with a slow calmness that belied her exasperation, "Because what you said didn't make any sense. So, if you want my help-- one more time, please."
The Fellblood tosses back their head, irritated, but relents, gesturing behind them. "I bought this shell from some guy on the beach up the way that said they were magic, okay?" they point at the broken conch shell on the ground. "Said they'd make you better, faster and stronger, right? Said they'd solve all my problems, prepare us for another tsunami, yeah? I thought it was too good to be true, because I'm not stupid, so I asked him to prove it." The fellblood steps closer, intense suddenly, as if demanding Del believe them. "He whispered some words into the conch and put it on his head. Like a hat. Then, he lifted. A fucking. Boulder. Over his head."
Del frowns.
"THEN, tossed a leaf in the air, and he ran-- like SPRINTED, super fast, like whoosh, down the coast, and back, and caught the leaf before it hit the sand. He took the conch off his head and told me they were special and only chose special people. So it would stay on my head if I was special."
"So, you put it on your head, and then what happened?"
"I felt stronger!" they gesture wildly. "I even tried to move the boulder, like he did, and it worked! I was strong and fast-- and then when I was helping my friend," they gesture over their shoulder to the friend who had ran off for a medic, "Move their wardrobe, suddenly I felt like shit and my arms gave out, and I dropped the damn thing on my FOOT, and now I can't WALK. And the conch broke, so I can't even figure out why it happened!"
Del's brow furrows a little more. She was a Crescent Islian by adoption, but she was protective of the small towns and villages, especially the more isolated ones. If someone was actively tricking people to buying things that were faulty, that was an issue she couldn't ignore.
"And how much did he charge you for the conch?" Del asks, tilting her head to see what the damage was.
For the first time, the young fellblood looks cowed, and they wince before staring at their swollen, busted foot. "...A thousand solars."
Del blanches at that. No wonder they were angry. "Which was...."
"Everything I had? Yeah." they grumble, despondent. "I was saving up to move my mom and me to Starlight city. Now I can't even walk."
Quest Name:The Magic Conch Participants: Two or more Location: Crescent Isle's Post Requirements:5 post per person, 200 words per post Reward: +1 Renown Description: Rumors of magical sea shells possessing unique abilities have become public knowledge, and many people in the Crescent Isle's are selling these shells, claiming that they have magical powers and can make whoever wears one stronger, faster and smarter. However these shells are nothing but a scam, devious individuals taking advantage of the populaces fear and desire to become stronger. We need help with investigating and disrupting these fake shell selling rings. Go to the islands, investigate these fakes and help us in putting a stop to it all.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Aug 7, 2023 15:07:35 GMT -5
It's not often that C'Leena is asked to follow a Fellblood for a medical emergency. One moment she was walking down the streets near the coast, the next a rather young bloke came running from around the corner, asking for a doctor. For now, she was alone as Nephele was out cold in their room at the Inn. Now she found herself running with the man down a slightly more empty street, and in the distance she could make out vague smudges that she has long learnt to identify as people.
As they got closer, the woman standing in front of the Fellblood who C'Leena is assuming to be the injured one takes her attention for a moment. She looks strangely familiar and she can't pin down why. C'Leena and the other man slow down to a hasty walk as they get closer, and her attention returns to the hurt Fellblood.
"G'day. I'm Dr. C'Leena Thomas, good to make your acquaintance," C'Leena smiles warmly. "Now, reckon you can tell me what's happened?"
C'Leena is a curious individual at first glance. A quick once over would tell people a lot about her. C'Leena has short brown hair with the sides shaved, and a pair of brilliant aquamarine eyes that are akin to gemstones more than eyes. The entirety of the eye is aquamarine, the pupil, iris and sclera all a solid color. Despite the lack of features, you get a feeling on where she's looking with her eyes. Most concerning of all are rather severe burn scars surrounding her eyes.
Moving down, she has a black hoodie on that she has gotten specifically tailored since she has a feeling that hoodies don't actually exist in Charon. Next she is wearing her jeans which she has confirmed don't exist and she has the only pair of denim jeans in this place, as well as the only pair of steel-toed work boots which she is also wearing.
After getting a brief (and irritated) rundown of what happened, she kneeled down and looked at the foot, gently inspecting the damage. It's obvious that the man is excluding things from his story as to what lead up to his foot getting broken, and after some probing, she got him to spill.
"Magic shell.. They're still doing that? Ugh, apparently sinking a ship full of the buggers wasn't enough." C'Leena scoffs. She rolls her sleeves up and gently holds the mans foot, and begins casting a spell[1]. Golden light begins to seemingly shine from under the skin in her arms, which fly off the surface and form into runic rings that gently rotate around her forearm. Immediately, inflammation begins to go down, and then the awful sounds of bones snapping back into place start and end very quickly. Soon enough, the rings return to her skin and fade as if they were never there.
She stands, looking slightly apologetic. "Sorry I couldn't do anything for the pain. Good news is that your foot is good as new. Bad news is you still got swindled."
C'Leena turns to the woman and furrows her brow, trying to figure out why she feels so familiar. It takes a solid ten seconds before it clicks. The most she's seen of this woman is (probably) only a dirt drawing done by a smitten moon-elf. That particular memory causes C'Leena to smile slightly. "I'm sorry, do correct me if I'm wrong but you wouldn't happen to be Del, would you?"
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Aug 20, 2023 17:14:38 GMT -5
Entering the area is the epitome of chaos; a half broken wardrobe, a fellblood gritting their teeth in pain, and a 5'9, muscular Sylvan elf standing with her arms folded nearby. Del turns to look quickly at the people entering the space, relaxing when she realizes there is no threat to be had here. Her amber eyes are warm and soft, framed by the deep brown of her skin, marred by a myriad of scarring, not the least of which is the forked cut across the bridge of her nose. She inclines her head, and turns to the patient.
"Here, your friend has brought the physician." Del assures them, stepping back to allow the doctor to work. At first, Del has no idea what to think of the person the fellblood brigns to assist their friend. They are wearing strange clothes that make no sense, boots that look odd, and eyes that shimmer like true gems, placed in the centre of burn marks. She looks like no one Del has ever seen, and that is saying something.
As the magic washes over the young Fellblood, they wince, gritting their teeth against the pain, followed by a yelp as something pops back together, and the whole foot bends. A little woozy, the young fellblood scoffs at C'Leena's commentary, teeth still gritted from having the bone set without any pain relief, looking dizzy and unsettled. "You're teling me. Is my foot gonna be okay? Will I be able to walk?"
That solidifies it for Del, in that moment, watching the healing take place, the magic seeming to flow from their prosthetics. It didn't matter, at the end of they day, what they wore or who they were. They were not here for her, they were here to fix up the fellblood's broken foot. Though it does certainly interest her that this woman apparently had dealt with this issue already, in some capacity. She would have to enquire after that.
But then, Doctor C'Leena Thomas addresses her directly.
Del freezes in place, amber eyes swiveling sharply to the young woman with a faint scowl; now the odd clothing, rather than a curiosity, is suspicious. This is someone who appears to be from somewhere that she does not recognize. Though this... doctor knew her by Del, rather than her full name. She couldn't tell if that was a blessing or a bane, but for the moment, Del holds back on the instinct to get out of there, to set up an ambush and be safe from yet another pursuer. At least for a time. For now, though, she holds back, curiosity winning over panic. "I think that depends on why you're asking." she answers warily, still slightly frowning, despite the small, easy smile from the doctor.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Aug 20, 2023 18:43:23 GMT -5
It's not very often she gets to work on another person. Most of the time it's her working on herself, stitching wounds that magic for some reason won't repair. There's a certain feeling of accomplishment that comes with successfully helping somebody else after months of not doing so. C'Leena feels awfully happy now.
"Oh of course. I suggest you take it easy for a while as the bones are still fragile and prone to breakage again, but yes, you can walk. Now, mind If I get a name or somewhere that I may find you..? I have a particular bone to pick with these blokes and I might be able to get you your money back.. Maybe."
She decides to leave out the fact that her particular grudge is because she herself was a victim of the scam. Not at such a price as this, but still.
With that done, her attention is locked onto Del, and with her wary response, it's only now that she realizes that it was kind of weird for her to just straight up ask. C'Leena looks sheepish for a moment before straightening herself up and clarifying. "I uh.. Cyran told me about you. Upsettingly brief as I recall, but he did make a little drawing of you to show me. Awfully smitten with you, he is."
Momentarily forgetting about the Fellbloods, she continues. "He and I barely met and he helped me through some.. difficult shit. Even showed me his Dreamwalker spell that I learnt from him! Me and my fiancé are getting married soon and uh.. We wanted him as the Man of Honor."
Cyran has become a dear friend to both C'Leena and Nephele very quickly. Only initially meeting entirely by chance, Cyran helped C'Leena though a particularly pad PTSD attack even when he never had to. To that alone, C'Leena owes him a lot, even if Cyran doesn't like being told it.
"Sorry for the.. blunt question initially. C'Leena Thomas. You know that already but i'm saying it again." She extends a seemingly normal hand to Del, hoping her suspicion was good enough as a 'yes'. If it isn't, this is awfully embarrassing. C'Leena's smile becomes more warm than cheeky as she extends her hand.
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Sept 2, 2023 15:10:56 GMT -5
With the fellblood grumbling their reluctant assent, they experimentally wriggle their toes, delighted by the fact that they can now move their foot again. There was still some latent pain, but that was bound to clear up as the tissues around the bone lost their inflammation. "Ovini. Nice to meet you, doc. I'll be right here, and if you do catch 'em, give him the same favour for me, yeah?"
Seeing the young fellblood was in good hands reassures her a little of the human-looking person's character, even if their style of dress is... odd, to say the least. Though she remains completely on guard right up until Cyran's name is mentioned. Del's expression clears immediately, breaking into an unbidden smile of delight as her eyes light up, not unlike stormclouds parting to reveal a brilliant sunrise. Her deep brown skin even darkening further along her cheekbones. Smitten with her? Her heart squirms in her chest. Clearly, she was quite taken with him as well.
And those were things Del knew for fact; while C'Leena could have, by all logical accounts, fooled Cyran to get close to either of them, the sylvan elf definitively knew this was not the case. Cyran's ability to see the motivations of others meant he had already vetted this person and named her explicitly. With that knowledge alone, Del knew the doctor could be trusted, and that was determined even before learning that Cyran was invited to their wedding. That alone made her practically burst with pride for her fiance-- his gentle nature and expansion of his circle of friends could only be a good thing for him, and Del was so besotted with him that the thought of that alone was all it took to make her happy for him. "What a surprise! Well, congratulations to both you and your fiance, you couldn't have secured yourself a better Man of Honour. Yes, that spell is certainly a wonder. I've been on the beneficial end of it many times." she smiles fondly at the memories.
Del shakes her head at the apology. "No need. I'm wary by nature, you did nothing wrong." she extends her hand to claps C'Leena's. "Delaela. It's a pleasure to meet you, C'Leena. You can call me Del." still smiling, she takes a step back and away from the two fellbloods, currently deep in conversation, and gives them another glance over. "You mentioned you've been dealing with issues around this... conch thing before, correct? What have you found so far, if you dont mind my asking?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 3, 2023 18:39:36 GMT -5
"Oh buddy, if I catch them, I'm going to be doing far more than breaking their foot." She laughs warmly, going completely against the words spoken moments prior.
It was frankly impressive how quickly Del dropped her guard when C'Leena mentioned Cyran. It also warmed her heart to see that oh so familiar glint in her eye of unbridled adoration. C'Leena herself smiles as she practically watches Del swoon. It's always nice to see things like this in such a buggered up place. It's many times better than Melbourne, but still. It speaks volumes that she's preferring a place where she's killed many people over her old home.
C'Leena smiled even wider as she received congratulations. Truthfully, these last few months feel almost dreamlike. A small part of her still thinks she's in that coma just after the accident and all of this is just an elaborate dream her mind is making up.
"Thank you, and I do believe I've chosen well with him. You're free to come along as well as a sort of +1 if it's something you're interested in." C'Leena says almost nervously. She never thought she'd be in this situation, inviting people to her own marriage, but here she is, doing exactly that. As Del shakes C'Leena's hand, it becomes extremely obvious that C'Leena's hand isn't real. The feeling of cold, hard steel in place of soft, warm flesh. The shake is brief, and C'Leena follows Del as she begins asking about her previous encounters with the scam.
"Well, don't laugh but.. I was a victim. Not nearly as bad as that poor sod there, cost me a hundred instead of a few thousand, but still. Nephele then got especially irked - mainly at me - but we decided to try to help stop the import n crap of these shells, went down to the nearby docks and sank their boat with a shitton of shells being brought in on it." She opts to leave out the fact that there were people in the boat at the time of sinking. She's more than happy to try to move past that particular fact.
"Although it seems to have not worked as well as we would have hoped." She says, seeming exasperated. She runs her fingers through her short-cut hair as she takes a deep breath. "Other than that? Nothing much instead of that it's all bullshit. Pretty shells, but bullshit. What're your thoughts?"
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Sept 23, 2023 13:03:03 GMT -5
Del smiles shyly at the invitation to the wedding. Such an important and all-encompassing sort of affair... Cyran was by far the more socially inclined of the two of them. Would she truly belong in such a place, among others? "I wouldn't dream of imposing in any way, but... if you truly wish to allow me to come along with Cyran, I would certainly be delighted."
Her gaze drops thoughtfully to the hand she had just shaken; C'Leena's hand was cold and stiff, not unlike that of steel, but such intricate prosthetics were incredibly rare. They also looked to be fully adhered to the arm itself, not merely placed around the stump. It looked... seamless and streamlined. Incredibly impressive, all things considered.
But before she can inquire, the subject moves on to the matter at hand; the scam, and that C'leena and her partner had already been a victim of and dealt with the consequences. At the idea of sinking the ship, Del grimaces, feeling her stomach turn. She sincerely hoped that the journey to whomever had the faulty products were on land rather than at sea.
"Depending on where you sank it, any opportunistic scavengers might have gone for a treasure dive," Del muses thoughtfully, clicking her tongue. "Or, someone who was involved is continuing the trade somehow. I think we have a good chance of finding clues as to who is responsible near the site of the sinking. Do you have memory of where that was?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Sept 23, 2023 13:42:02 GMT -5
"You wouldn't be imposing at all - Hell, Nephele might actually like to meet you." C'Leena smiles warmly, beyond stoked that Del seems to be keen on attending. Even from this brief interaction, C'Leena has a feeling that Del is similar to Cyran in a lot of ways. No wonder they're together.
C'Leena spots the look that Del gives C'Leena's hand, and she can't help but feel self conscious all of a sudden. It's a running theme with her - anybody giving her thoughtful looks due to her burns or prosthetics immediately triggers a reaction from C'Leena, her mind almost begging her to go hide away for a few hours. Only person she stopped having such a visceral reaction to is Nephele, which comes as no surprise.
Sensing the unasked question, she shoves away the need to curl up into a ball and plasters on a smile, intent on answering her questions soon. Unfortunately.
"Yeah, it was on the far end of the docks - fairly sure the area is sectioned off seeing as there's a big-ol' ship sunk there. Good a place to look as any, I reckon." She pauses, thoughtful for a moment before turning to the Fellblood. "Hey mate, reckon you could point me to where that vendor was that sold you the shell?" She asks. An easy point gives her a direction, which is more than enough for a particular feathered friend she's got.
She puts a finger and thumb between her lips and whistles loudly, to which she at least looks apologetic, giving a quiet "Sorry" primarily to Del and the Fellbloods. After a moment, an Arcuila comes blitzing over the rooftops and nearly divebombs C'Leena, barely managing to slow down and land on a readied forearm.
The Arcuila looks frankly impressive. The Arcuila is in the form of an Eagle, it's eyes a perfect aquamarine match to C'Leena's, and the tips of it's feathers subtly blending into the same electric blue hue. For the most part, however, it looks like an everyday eagle.
"G'day, big fella. Look, I got a job for you, yeah? I need you to watch over a bad bloke for a bit. You keen?" She asks the bird. It seems to ponder this, and after a moment, bobs it's head in agreeance. "Strewth. Alright, That way, there is a vendor selling shells. Sea Shells, you know the ones. Now, he'll say these are magic and give you powers, but they don't. I need you to keep an eye on him and watch for anybody that gives him more shells to sell. You got that?"
The Arcuila bobs it's head again, then pauses, somehow taking on a devious look in it's eye. It gently calls at C'Leena, seemingly asking for something.
"Yes you'll get payment, chunky." She acquiesces, rolling her featureless eyes at the bird. However, the bird doesn't move. ".. 1.5x standard as boredom tax. That's the highest I'll go, and if you ask for more, I'll send a replicant in your stead." That seems to either please the arcuila, or the threat of no payment at all worked a charm, as the bird then beats it's wings, flying off into the air and in the direction of the vendor.
"..Never in my life did I think I'd be negotiating with a lightning bird. Didn't think I'd be doing magic either but here we are. Anyway, lets get going, Del." C'Leena says looking at Del with a mix of amusement and exasperation before beckoning her to follow.
After about a minute of walking toward the docks, C'Leena starts speaking, both because she wants to answer the unasked question from Del, and because she is not entirely comfortable with relative silence. "I noticed you were confused by my hands a minute ago. Let me explain: They're fake. Illusory skin covering engraved steel. Same with my legs - lost them years ago. I'm not entirely sure on how they work, but I'm making progress. I also cannot feel through them for obvious reasons, so it's entirely possible I might have to ask you on how something feels if it becomes important." She shrugs as if it's no big deal, despite it being a massive deal to C'Leena. "We got a hot minute before we reach the docks. I'm happy to answer questions if you have any. If not, that's cool too."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Oct 8, 2023 17:09:13 GMT -5
Her smile grows wider at the mention of Nephele, and that she might appreciate meeting Del. It was still such a new thing to feel welcomed into a fold like this, these tangential relationships that came so easily to Cyran and followed in the orbit of his wonderfulness. She looked forward to seeing this wedding. "I would like to find out as well."
"Honestly, it would depend on if there was some value in getting it cleared. If it was right off the docks, then it was probably brought up from the sea-floor for ship-breaking. You know, selling off the wood for scrap and clearing the debris so it wouldn't interfere with shipping lanes." Del watches closely as C'Leena gets the fellblood to point out the location of where the person who sold the conch was last seen-- and then winces at the loud whistle blast from the young woman so near her head. And while that was unexpected, it was still not as unexpected as the azure bird that emerges to divebomb C'Leena before perching upon her arm.
Del had only seen a couple of these before, back in the Dragon's Cradle mountains when the volcano's disturbances were causing them a problem. It hadn't been for an extended period of time, or for a mission of some kind, but the creatures reputations had certainly made an impression on Del, and this... C'Leena could just summon one to her arm. In either case, it seems to understand exactly what C'Leena was asking of it and had it's own way of negotiating. Del watches as the creature flies away, enthralled. Now that was quite an experience.
"Oh, no?" she picks up C'Leena's sentence with a blink, turning to look at the young woman. "You did not think you could... do magic? Were you cursed?" Her attention returns to C'Leena's limbs, a sheepish look on her face. "I apologise if my staring was insensitive. I would be happy to ask questions, if you're willing to answer. I was wondering indeed how you came by such intricate prosthetics and where you might be from?" Her brow presses slightly as they start their trek along the sand.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Oct 8, 2023 17:58:30 GMT -5
"It was while it was docked. S'pose it does make sense that it wouldn't just be left there. Still, better to be wrong and double check than right and not check at all." C'Leena says, preparing to call for the Arcuila.
After the negotiations, she looks to Del who seems either bewildered or just taken aback. Both are valid, but both are also incredibly amusing. "What, you never see a gal with some mythical creature before?" She jokes, a wry smirk on her face as she speaks. Del also being confused on her being unable to do magic in the past is fair, too.
C'Leena looks at Del for a moment, before shrugging and taking a breath. "I've told Cyran this, so if you don't believe me, you can always go ask him about it. I come from somewhere very much non-magical. Magic was something from books and fairy tales - fantasy. We did have technology that seemed akin to magic, though."
C'Leena does flinch from the staring that Del is doing, looking uncomfortable for a split second before she gets her features under control. "I'd hardly call staring 'insensitive'. It's simply curiosity. I used to make prosthetics before I got dragged here by some prick wizard. Granted, I'm still sussing out how these prosthetics work, and I still need to learn how to mold steel in a passable way."
"Strangely enough, these replaced the ones I had back on earth. Completely changed. Why that happened, I have no clue. Arcanatech is incredibly interesting. That had to of been something that wizard did consciously, right? Or maybe the gods? No, they're dead, can't do much when you're dead.." Nearing the end, she starts going off topic, mumbling possibilities before stopping herself and looking at Del as if C'Leena is surprised she had company still.
"Oh shit yeah you had another question, huh? I come from a placed called 'Melbourne', Australia. Bit of a shithole, gonna be honest. I don't miss it too much." She opts to leave out the fact that the only reason she misses the place at all is because her family is there, as well as her sisters grave.
The beach is rather calming, but unfortunately, with her prosthetics, she has grown to despise sand. It really finds a way everywhere, no matter how much you try. She might have to clean out the joints before long. Gentle waves crash against the shore not too far from the pair and light winds rustle hair and clothing alike. Charon never got old, no matter how many times she experienced these things.
Melbourne was a toxic place, both in the metaphorical sense as well as literal. When she was dragged to Charon in 2323, it was no longer a 'saying' to say that the earth was on life support. She felt it was actively dying. The city she lived in was dystopian, where the poor only got poorer, and the rich never stopped getting money. She only broke out of her economic class from sheer luck and endless amounts of determination to do her sister proud.
Before coming to Charon, nature was something she never saw. She was unfamiliar with animals other than house pets and more than three trees at a time was a miracle. Then she found herself in the middle of some forest with no idea where she was. Despite the sudden change, she sees it as a positive outcome. She knows what fresh air actually is, she has gained a new love for nature, she can do fucking magic, and best of all? She has a fiancé. C'Leena idly fiddles with the ring on her finger, still surprised by that fact. She's going to get married.
Her thoughts are clear as day on C'Leena's face as she looks absolutely in love with the ring, even going as far as giggling quietly to herself, almost completely forgetting she has company again.
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Nov 18, 2023 15:37:40 GMT -5
The idea that someone could be from somewhere that didn't have magic made absolutely zero sense to Del. It was like saying they were from a place that had no air. Technology made a bit more sense-- Arcanatek had been around for some time, and Del was familiar with the concept although not a practitioner of the art by any means. In fact, her own affiliation with magic was quite limited to what she could glean through her connection with Cyran, and certain traits that had made themselves apparent over the years. That was to say, she could not cast spells, but she knew that magic had infused her being in some way, as it had for most Charonians.
And so to see someone who had no experience with magic, ostensibly, suddenly be imbued with it... Del could imagine that would be alarming, to say the least. Though, even with that, C'Leena seemed to be doing quite well for herself.
Her brows arch as C'Leena mentions molding steel, her interest piqued. "This was why I was staring, to be honest; I am a blacksmith by trade, and found myself fascinated by the metallurgy of your prostheses, but I did not wish to make excuses for my blatant staring. If you need to learn such techniques in order to build what you used to have for your work, I would be happy to show you, if you like?"
As they walk and C'Leena regales her with how she did not miss this Melbourne place whatsoever (definitey nowhere on the Charon she knew of), Del watches the young woman muse to herself, smiling giddily at the ring around her finger. "Do you think you would ever go back, or take your wife there once you were married, if you could? Or are you content to remain here, where things are so different from where you are from?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Nov 18, 2023 19:52:54 GMT -5
As the duo continue walking, C'Leena feels the dreaded sand in between her goddamn shoulder joint. How in any stretch of logic it got there, C'Leena hasn't a clue. She rolls her shoulder, discomfort on her features. "Hold on, this is already bugging me." She says with mild irritation as she takes a hold of her right upper bicep, and with a subtle flash in her eye, her arm disconnects with a hiss. The aquamarine glow to the inscriptions fade and the arm becomes completely limp.
She rests it over a shoulder and reaches into a pocket for a cloth. "You're a blacksmith?" She asks, surprised. With a curious look up and down Del, she nods mainly to herself. "Hell yeah. I'd love to learn from you. My domain is primarily with inscription and.. I s'pose enchantment would be an accurate description."
Wiping down the joint and ensuring it is sand-free, she clicks the prosthetic back into place with another hiss. The inscriptions pulse brightly until dulling into a neutral state. She opens and closes her fist, rolls her shoulder and nods with satisfaction before getting distracted by her ring.
The question that Del asks is unexpected, but understandable. C'Leena's head flicks back to Del as she listens, and C'Leena hums in thought. "Being dragged here was.. Terrifying, but it's become one of the best things to happen to me. Having said that, uh.. I have - or had - a sister. She passed away a few years back and her grave is back in Melbourne. If I do go back, it's only to visit her. I had parents, but I think letting them think that I'm dead as well is the lesser of two evils, you know?"
"I'm happy here. Sure, I've had to spill far more blood than I'd like, nearly died twice and got kidnapped by the Dial Fractum, but everything else has been.. Good. I bloody love nature - I never saw shit like this! Nephele had to explain to me what a damn sheep was! And I have a Fiancé? It's like.. I was put in the wrong world. I feel like I belong here. So other than to visit my sister, No I won't go back."
By the end of her answer, the docks weren't too far off. What looks to be a small cleaning operation is set up, with a number of workers dragging debris from the water. Mainly broken wood planks, crates, barrels and no shortage of corpses, which are promptly covered in sheets.
C'Leena looks on, then looks sheepish as the corpses come into view. "..Yeah.. Like I said, too much blood for my liking."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Jan 14, 2024 14:14:42 GMT -5
Del's eyes widen as she watches C'Leena's prosthetic arm be disengaged from her flesh, a hiss of magic emanating from the join. An absolutely stunning piece of Arcanatek. Once deactivated so C'Leena can attend to it, it goes completely still, disconnected from the ambient magic that seemed to flow into the prosthetic from C'Leena herself--
Oh, the girl was talking to her again.
"I am, yes." She confirms. As C'Leena indicates she would like to learn, Del breaks into a wide smile. "I would be delighted to. Though, my forge is back in Darkveil. We might be able to find a place nearby if you want a quick lesson, but most people don't take kindly to having their work areas invaded. And I, for one, would love to learn a little more about enchantments, if you would be willing to show me." Del had gotten by just fine on carpentry and smithing for the extent of her life as it had played out thus far-- at least as far as her recent memory went. But she hadn't learned the art of inscribing; it wasn't taught to her, so she had never discovered if she had the knack for it.
As they proceed and more of C'Leena's story is unveiled, Del finds herself feeling wistful on the young woman's behalf. She had been taken away from the only life and world she had ever known, away from those who loved her and the final resting place of her sister, and set her down in an alien place that was nothing like the one she had come from. While she had found happiness here and was able to come to peace with not being able to see her family again, she could imagine the anguish of those she had left behind, and the steps of grief leading up to how C'Leena had reached her conclusion.
"I'm glad to hear that you have managed to find your bearings." Del nods in understanding. She pauses as they come across the clean-up crew at the more recent site of destruction. Del turns her head to lift her brows in question at C'Leena, silently confirming that she was the one who had done this, before they move forward.
"Workers appear busy, but I'm sure we can find some clues here and there. Maybe a few crates washed ashore after the ship went down?" she posits quietly to C'Leena as they carefully pick their way through the debris.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jan 29, 2024 7:20:25 GMT -5
Del's gaze was expected. After all, up until this moment, she was under the impression that her arms were very, very real. And she just took hers off like it was a nuisance. Still, the confused, questioning eyes of Del make C'Leena wilt a little as she quickly finishes up her clean and reattaches the arm.
"Darkveil? Last I was there.." She recalls the last time she was in Darkveil, and her mind recoils from the memory. Mt. Drakolt and everything surrounding that stings her mind like touching a hot pan. "Hm. A few months ago now, I believe." She eventually says, opting to not mention her fiancé's kidnapping.
C'Leena does chuckle at the rest of Del's sentence. "God, yeah you don't need to tell me that one. Anybody touched anything on my workshop back in Melbourne there would be hell to pay - Wait you want to learn enchantment?" C'Leena's eyes go wide as she processes what Del said. Moments later, a smile splits her face. "I'd fucking love to teach you! I try to explain things to Nephele but as much as I love her to death, she wouldn't know the difference between a Saxa rune and Aard."
"I'm glad too." C'Leena answers regarding her bearings in Charon. "Wasn't easy - still trying to find a place but we're doing good. I like it here." With Del giving her a questioning glance concerning the havoc caused, she once again wilts under the gaze, very clearly not liking the fact that this is something that happened. She takes a breath and scans the docks, looking for ways to go undetected. Her eyes may not be good, but she can see an area that allows access to under the wooden docks. There also seems to be something that resembles crates perhaps? C'Leena points out the place to Del and quickly projects her voice into Del's mind.1
"That look alright? Under the docks? Frankly it's a massive blur to my shitty eyes but still, looks solid. Might find something of use."
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Mar 13, 2024 22:48:14 GMT -5
"I would love to learn enchantment from you," Del beams, delighted that C'Leena would go along with it, and seemed so eager to do so. It would be something to look forward to, once they were out of here and had a chance to properly talk about what that might entail. "I can safely say that I barely know the difference as well, but I look forward to learning the specifics with you."
While searching through the debris, gently prising up pieces of driftwood from the sand to examine what might be beneath, a chill runs up her spine. Del straightens abruptly as a voice enters her ear-- no, her mind. An intrusion she did not expect, but after a moment, she relaxes, recognizing it as a spell. Del looks to the place C'Leena points, towards what might look an area under the docks that seem to have objects that vaguely resemble crates under them. She raises her brows, and looks back to Sylvia, nodding.
Though Del does think words back at her, it comes through garbled and a little fuzzy, as though being said through a filter. It looks like something we should check out. I can go in with stealth and try to examine it closely, but we may need to distract the people puttering about the beach here. Encourage them not to intervene... unless you think it would be worth the risk to do otherwise? Del invites that dialogue, returning to her idle picking so as not to arouse any suspicion with anyone nearby who may be watching.
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