Tests [closed]

[wildmage_daine]

It's well past her usual bedtime when Daine slips out of her room, a blanket wrapped around her like a cloak. Aside from the blanket, she's wearing nothing but the Badger's claw and a pair of shoes. Given her plans for the evening, it makes more sense to forego proper clothes. It'll certainly be more convenient this way.

Edgar's door is shut, and she holds her breath as she pads past it. She doesn't expect that he'll interrupt them again tonight, but on the off chance he does come looking for her, she's left a note for him on her bed: Everything's fine. Back soon. She was sorely tempted to add, Don't try to find me, but she's counting on his memory of what happened last time to keep him from doing anything foolish.

The corridors are deserted thanks to the late hour, and it isn't long before she's in an area of the base that would probably be empty even in the middle of the day. As far as most of the rebels know, there's nothing down here.

There's a newly reinforced door at the end of the hall, and she rearranges her grip on the blanket so she can push it open. It has a reassuring heft to it, and when she passes through, she notes the addition of some more silver on the other side. The second door has been similarly reinforced, and so has the third, from the looks of things. But by then, her focus has shifted to the purpose of her visit.

Daine steps into the room and eyes the new cage. "Hullo."

A Good Day to Be Out and About

[bluesuit_handy]

After having been pulled or sliced in half not once but twice now, Andrew has come to the delayed conclusion that he ought to take some sort of control over his power to split himself. He doesn't exactly enjoy being two people at once; the second time it happened he at least knew neither of him was an evil twin, but seeing himself walking around talking to other people without having the decency to be himself enough to let him in on his thoughts makes him uneasy. Seeing himself getting all uneasy looking at him while he's just trying to have a conversation with someone also makes him uneasy. It sort of works out once he's all in one piece again, but then he's got to integrate memories and things feel all complicated and contradictory.

If he's going to have to live with being able to be pulled or squished to pieces, though, he wants to know how it works and how to do it -- or choose not to do it -- of his own volition. Though he and James are no longer living amongst the rebels, they're still on friendly enough terms that he's able to stroll right into the base this afternoon and go down to the training grounds, with the idea that he might find someone there to yank on his arm or something and encourage him to split.

[ooc: If your character is unlikely to be hanging around the training grounds in the rebel base, they might run into Andrew when he's either on his way or leaving afterwards, whether inside or outside the base. I would definitely like him to get all splitty in this thread, though.]

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Yesterday was allowance day, which means that today, Peter is momentarily wealthy. That means no busking today, no begging for Lucy to feed him, and no ramen fucking noodles. It also means no more putting up with piss-poor shoes that let his feet get cold and look like something out of a KMart discount bin.

He swings a bag containing his old shoes as he pokes along in search of something good for lunch, feeling dapper sexy and content in his new leather shoes and his slightly less new leather jacket. He's even looking more or less groomed today, having really decided to live it up while he can afford it. Within the week he'll be back to busking and begging, but it's better to live rich a few days of the month than to accept that his life should be one of budgeting and other drudgery.

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[ooc: As with the last post like this, Andrew and Peter are each open to one thread on this post, so please write in the subject line of your comment which one you want. ETA: Both threads are taken!]

[CLOSED] Beware the Trickster's Choice

[aly_brighteyes]

Aly waits in the Robing Pavilion for her mistress. She will have to dress Dove properly to go to one of the outdoor pavilions and then follow along to fan her so that she can be within earshot of important conversations. It shouldn't be very long now and so she tucks away her darking necklace but, as Aly turns to get out Dove's next gown, a cold wind passes over Aly's shoulders.

As she turns, Aly realizes that the landscape has changed significantly. Rather than the Gray Palace, she is in an open field more reminiscent of winter in Tortall than of anywhere in the Copper Isles. Nervous, she loosens the two knives at her wrists, even as she shivers and looks up to the sky hoping to invoke her patron god. "Kyprioth," she says in a sweet, quiet voice. "Explain yourself."