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Torn Across the Rift

YaY for IC posts to read. That's what I like to see when I come home from work.

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Dimitri smiled at Rozalind's frustration, catching her glare but allowing it to roll right off his shoulder. She seemed to be under a lot of stress which was understandable he supposed, and could not help wondering if she could be cheered up after a few rounds of his special brew.

"Well I don't know what your technologies are like around here, but just suppose that the initial symbols were actually drawn with chalk or paint then once they were reviewed by the guys with all the joo joo were then redrawn with blood before the actual ritual was invoked. Even if the blizzard blew..." He air quoted the word blew smiled then continued "Blew the chalk away. If they did happen to be written in blood afterwards, there would be residue left behind despite the initial stains being washed away or covered up. Blood is blood. Perhaps if you had a team even capture a few fragments of the symbols, you might gain some valuable information from them."

The monk stood up and grabbed the nearest writing tool he could find from a tray. then proceeded towards the screen and tapped his chin in thought. "I'm no expert in symbols and rituals, but I know a few people that are artisans in those fields.

He found the alter room on the screen and drew a circle around the alter.
"The more important symbols should be around the edges of this circle, and from what I've seen on Temperance, they almost always have to be joined together some how; intertwined, crossed over or overlapping. He then identified another area on the inside of the circle about two feet closer to the center than the outline. "Perhaps you want to be looking in this general area for all the good stuff! I don't know how Earth responds to magic but any symbols that were involved in the ritual might have been set apart from other blood stains by the magics that passed through them or linked them to any verbal incantations or what have you. It's a long shot I know, but at least it's a shot. " he finished with a nod, then stood back to consider the additions to the screen before glancing down at the pen only to find the words 'permanent ink' written in bold letters.
"Oh My! I'm terribly sorry! Guess I should have read the labels first" he cleared his throat nervously.
"Well in any case, it might be worth your while to send a team back there with some high tech equipment and look for traces of blood that is set apart from the other mess around that area of the circle for a starting reference. Maybe the actual symbols that matter were seared into the alter room ground or somehow discolored or altered from the potency of whatever magic was used to execute the rituals.

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Dimitri could not quite recall returning to the meeting room, but it had been a rather long day and he had been sober for far too long. Perhaps this was the cause of his brief confusion but in any case, the monk's eyes lit up as his flask appeared on the screen, in all its intricately crafted splendor. the other ones that were displayed meant nothing to him. "Yes there it is! This is my trusty flask! Please tell me it remains intact. I doubt that anyone on earth has the ability to repair such a vessel, but yes, it is very dear to me and I should like to have it returned as soon as possible." the drool practically fell from his mouth as he gazed longingly at the picture on the screen.

He glanced around the room, so many people form all walks of life, all here now. What a strange and astonishing event and it seemed at the moment that the residents of earth were just as puzzled as he was.
Dimitri's mind drifted back to Temperance, back to his life. In all his years he had never paused to consider that there might be other worlds about. This revelation was truly fascinating and he made a note to himself right in the meeting room, that he would try to keep a log of the events as they unfoldrd on Earth so that he could share the experiences with his friends back on Temperance.
The monks countenance fell briefly as he considered the fact that he might never find the way back to Temperance

"What information does Trident or Mercy have thus far? Clearly there is a group of fanatics or something working behind the scenes. But this Rift everyone keeps speaking of. I must say, coming from a place where magic is extremely active, even this rift seems far fetched. Powerful forces appear to be at work here."

His eyes moved to Rosalind
"And you're saying that not one person on Earth has the ability to interpret these symbols found plastered all over that ritual site? Clearly a blood sacrifice was invoked from what I recall of that alter. It just seems strange that not one person is able to read any of those symbols."

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Treats and such to Konan for helping to dig me out of my rut. I couldn't think of anything to write until I read the recent IC stuff.

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Dayna had come to halt very close to one of the walls that was binding her here. She had tried her hardest to feels some connection to the abyss beyond the walls. Something, even a glint of a response, but the water was silent, unyielding to her wishes. Deuce and Big Brother would have never approved of her outburst earlier, even less if they had known there was someone injured within the confines of that tiny room. She was confused, and frustrated; lost in a strange place and everything felt so far away at the moment, but deep down the teachings of those who cared for her still resonated.

“It is nothing to do with them, those back their or you” she spoke as she felt him approach her. She had been gazing out one of the few port holes spread across the contraption they were in and slowly turned to face him, her voice was quiet and gentle.

XIII’s words made sense to her, perhaps this was the best place for her to be right now.

“I am sorry for the way I acted. You are of flesh and I do not wish to crush, drown, or harm any of you. But that guy in the robes...was very annoying. I would have liked to pelt him with several waves of stinging water to silence him, but even then, my actions would not have been justifiable. I now believe he was only trying to lighten the mood. His heart is gentle yet I was too angry to notice that!"

Her hues suddenly shifted from the soft blues to a warmer red as a tiny flame materialized from his hand. “So it was you that I felt earlier! That is why I originally came this way. The emotions of the people in this place seem very potent, perhaps that is why I behaved the way I did...I do not know.”
Her red hues darkened in resonance with the emotions that were embedded within the words as he spoke of the group that had first taken him. She approached him slowly, cautiously circling around to the face the front of him and gazed longingly at the tiny flame dancing in his hand right before he extinguished it. “You people are so emotional, it is almost infectious! The group that found you first, did they give you the ability to command fire?”

Dimitri had almost been holding his breath...Almost! Waiting for the ball of light to make good of her threat, but soon forgot it as several minutes had passed by without them drowning in an endless river of salt water. The room had felt strange for a few moments also, as if silent battles were ensuing but, for better for worse, Herbert was conscious again. Dimitri looked at Twain, then at Herbert and followed their eyes only to see nothing where they were both looking.

He sighed as the tension passed “Well I guess I don’t need my soap then. it’s been close to fifteen minutes, and there’s no water threatening to consume us yet. His eyes returned to Twain, it was a precise and calculated look this time “I Assume everything is OK now Mr. Twain? Perhaps we could get some tea or something delivered to Herbert if he’s feeling up to it?" He moved towards the elder man and rested a heavy hand on his shoulder
"You know Herbert, Twain over there was ready to drink to your memory, but we decided otherwise then he dove right in for you!" he squeezed Herbert's shoulder then stood up once more.
"Well, I think I’ve missed the majority of the meeting in the boardroom by now, but if someone can spare a few minutes later, may hap some good looking mistress of sorts that would be willing to uh recap, I would very much appreciate it!”

The monk was still hesitant to leave Herbert alone for now, but it seemed he was out of immediate danger. “By the way, has anyone found an intricate looking flask laying about? there’s a blue crystal embedded into the base of it and I would very much like to have it back!”
He missed the weight of his mace at his side also, but at least if he had the flask he would be closer to his normal state.

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sorry eyeris. I'm trying to put some time aside to post, but I'm a bit busy
:( wil post asap

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Everyone's inspiration for the day, enjoy

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<Snipped quote by jdh97>

AN HOUR?!?!?!

I'm so sorry ;-;

That's dedication.

You are the best Co-GM ever.

All the brownies are yours.

@Eyeris

Now hang on a minute. I asked the question. if it wasn't for me, you'd never know how dedicated he was! I deserve some brownies too. all that aside, I'm just awesome and deserving of brownies....like all the time!!

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She sighed helplessly. the fire was there she could feel it, but could not quite connect to its energies. It was very disappointing for the ball of energy as commanding the elements was one of her only means of functioning. "Perhaps it is this strange place Earth that prevents me from taking hold of these elements" she mumbled out loud while aimlessly wandering the underwater fortress.
"The elemental currents are definitely present on this plane but yet..." A frustrated sigh. "I bet Deuce, or Big brother would know what to do. But alas, I can no longer feel their connection to me and I definitely can't do anything while im confined to this giant metal box. I mean there aren't even any trees to look at in here, no rocks to explore...nothing, but a pack of strange looking creatures." She continued rambling as she hovered ever closer to the room she had felt the fire coming from, her usual blue hues almost black as they resonated with Dayna's Depressing mood.

She passed through the doors of Herbert's room. passed by Dimitri and the others, prodding and feeling everyone's strange, unusual energies, it was almost chaotic for Dayna. So many energy signatures she was unfamiliar with. perhaps the closest aura she could relate to was the one radiating from Twain. it seemed that same bitter and cold feeling was universally stretched across to this plane. It was a very foreboding energy signature.

"Mr Twain" she began "I've decided I do not like it in this metal box. There aren't even any trees around here. It would have been better if your people left me where they found me. Everything feels so cramped in here. You must release me at once or I shall try my hardest to punch through this Metal box we are all in and release myself."
she stated curtly.

"Punch through and go where little lady?" Dimitri asked bemusedly, We're thousands of feet under water. we'd all be drowned and crushed"
"I don't care, water means nothing to me. If you people wish to stay all cooped up in here then that is your decision! All of you feel so strange to me and there's nothing beautiful to look at in here."
Dimitri scratched his head "Aren't I beautiful enough to look at?" he asked with a silly smile plastered on his face, completely oblivious to how serious the elemental sprite was at that moment.

Dayna moved dangerously close to the monk. Energies crackled within her, wishing to to lash out at him, but to no avail, she was utterly useless at that moment and perhaps this was what bothered her most, all she could do now was glare furiously at him, A glare furious enough to almost cut.
"I'm leaving" she stated viciously, practically slamming into Dimitri as he nonchalantly side stepped to allow her passage.
"I will find a way to put hole in this metal prison Mr. Twain" she called back stubbornly as she returned to the hallway.

"My my, that was intense wasn't it, she could use a drink. Do you think she's serious?" Dimitri commented to the room as he returned his focus to Herbert. "Will he be all right Twain?" he asked, while snapping his fingers in Herberts face.

Winston

Winston had locked himself in his quarters.
"What a day"
He was pouring over all the data they had gathered on their new guests, and all the information Trident had chosen to divulge on the current situation.

"They're still vague as ever" he grumbled as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"But I must say, plenty of interesting specimens, plenty of new information to learn. Other worlds, different planes of existence, time line merging and who knows what else! It all kind of makes me want to return to the field again.

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lol how long did it take you to type that