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bigapplesauce2015-03-20 12:02 am
biscuit_powered) wrote in bigapplesauce2015-03-20 12:02 am
Biscuit, I don't think we're in Absalom anymore.... [Closed]
There's blood all over their ship.
Asmodia doesn't know what to do with herself on the flight home from the observatory. This isn't the first time she's seen corpses (it's far from even the first time she's been part of the cause of corpses) and it's not like she feels any guilt over killing a bunch of old men who'd made it their lives' mission to stamp out Stig's entire bloodline, but it's unsettling, let's go with that, to see a friend execute a defeated foe and to have it happen aboard their home away from home. She's not sure she'll ever see the deck again without remembering what it looks like right now.
She wonders what the man she killed saw before he died. He's one of the few that went down without a mark on him…and serve him right, the (literally) backstabbing bastard.
They all disperse to their own rooms once Tanna's landed the ship at the warehouse, Stig of course haring off into town to fetch his lady friend and tell her the good news. The stink of smoke that permeates the building isn't enough to ruin the comfort of coming home after a hard day, and at least fighting so close to home means she and Biscuit can have a bath afterward. She takes her time and doesn't bother going back downstairs or putting any of her gear back on afterward, but makes herself comfortable in her room with her books and settles in for a solitary night of contemplation. There are some spells she's been meaning to teach to Biscuit, and she can feel that familiar niggling feeling that comes before a new hex brings itself to mind….
At least, that's how she intends to spend her evening until the banging and clattering noises start up downstairs. Normally she'd write it off (even small explosions are pretty much par for the course around here), but after everything that's happened recently it's enough to get her out of bed. She grabs blindly for her cloak of resistance as she opens the door and --
And everything is suddenly a lot more green than it should be. "What in the --" she starts, lifting a hand to shield her eyes against he relative brightness and spinning in place on the spot, hyper-alert for anyone who might be rushing at her with a sword or lobbing a fireball in her direction. "Biscuit, where --
"Biscuit??" It's then that she realizes her familiar is gone. Her breath hitches as she casts out her senses -- and there, she can feel him! He's frightened, and hurt, and whoever kidnapped and separated the two of them will have a lot to answer for. First things first: see where she really is. A wave of her hand a few choice words should dispel whatever illusion is around her.
Except it doesn't. She doesn't even feel any magic moving through her when she does it. She tries again, and then she tries to teleport back to her room, and then to make herself a crone because maybe if she can just concentrate a little better --
Nothing, nothing, and nothing. Panicking, she tries to scry on Biscuit, and when that fails as well she stumbles over to a nearby fence to lean hard on it, feeling nauseas. It's gone. Her magic is gone and she doesn't even know how or why or where she is or where Biscuit is and why are those people staring at her?!
Asmodia doesn't know what to do with herself on the flight home from the observatory. This isn't the first time she's seen corpses (it's far from even the first time she's been part of the cause of corpses) and it's not like she feels any guilt over killing a bunch of old men who'd made it their lives' mission to stamp out Stig's entire bloodline, but it's unsettling, let's go with that, to see a friend execute a defeated foe and to have it happen aboard their home away from home. She's not sure she'll ever see the deck again without remembering what it looks like right now.
She wonders what the man she killed saw before he died. He's one of the few that went down without a mark on him…and serve him right, the (literally) backstabbing bastard.
They all disperse to their own rooms once Tanna's landed the ship at the warehouse, Stig of course haring off into town to fetch his lady friend and tell her the good news. The stink of smoke that permeates the building isn't enough to ruin the comfort of coming home after a hard day, and at least fighting so close to home means she and Biscuit can have a bath afterward. She takes her time and doesn't bother going back downstairs or putting any of her gear back on afterward, but makes herself comfortable in her room with her books and settles in for a solitary night of contemplation. There are some spells she's been meaning to teach to Biscuit, and she can feel that familiar niggling feeling that comes before a new hex brings itself to mind….
At least, that's how she intends to spend her evening until the banging and clattering noises start up downstairs. Normally she'd write it off (even small explosions are pretty much par for the course around here), but after everything that's happened recently it's enough to get her out of bed. She grabs blindly for her cloak of resistance as she opens the door and --
And everything is suddenly a lot more green than it should be. "What in the --" she starts, lifting a hand to shield her eyes against he relative brightness and spinning in place on the spot, hyper-alert for anyone who might be rushing at her with a sword or lobbing a fireball in her direction. "Biscuit, where --
"Biscuit??" It's then that she realizes her familiar is gone. Her breath hitches as she casts out her senses -- and there, she can feel him! He's frightened, and hurt, and whoever kidnapped and separated the two of them will have a lot to answer for. First things first: see where she really is. A wave of her hand a few choice words should dispel whatever illusion is around her.
Except it doesn't. She doesn't even feel any magic moving through her when she does it. She tries again, and then she tries to teleport back to her room, and then to make herself a crone because maybe if she can just concentrate a little better --
Nothing, nothing, and nothing. Panicking, she tries to scry on Biscuit, and when that fails as well she stumbles over to a nearby fence to lean hard on it, feeling nauseas. It's gone. Her magic is gone and she doesn't even know how or why or where she is or where Biscuit is and why are those people staring at her?!
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If it helps, the Balladeer seems taken aback by the reaction as well, or at least the part of it he can perceive through his new crow friend. Half this conversation is completely hidden from him, but given that he's just made a suggestion, it's not hard to draw the connection between that and what Asmodia is saying. Really? Is it that bad?
"We have to," he says mildly, though he still looks confused. "If you have a better idea?"
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She attempts a placating smile for the Balladeer's sake - there's no need to worry him with this - then turns back to Asmodia. I know folk who won't cage you. It's not too far to walk. If they can just let her take care of it, this'll be so much simpler.
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"They hurt too much when I touch the ground," says Biscuit simply, and he perhaps enjoys her stab of guilt over not noticing more than he should. As his mistress's features set in a perturbed frown, he adds in a hurried explanation that just makes Asmodia's face contort into a more and more alarmed expression as he goes, "She says those people put people in cages for not being human, but she says there are other people who don't."
"WHAT." Asmodia gawps at Biscuit, then turns an accusatory snarl on the Balladeer (it's much less impressive now than it would have been a minute ago). "You were going to take me somewhere they put people in cages?!"
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"What?" Human or not, he looks affronted at the accusation.. "Yes! Who - " Daine must have said something about cages, and she can't speak to him right now without spewing small animals. Right. "I've seen tons of cages there!" He lives in a very nice apartment, especially for the price - where are all these cages?
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He wouldn't know about them, she says firmly in the Balladeer's defense. They don't exactly show them off. She passes Biscuit back to Asmodia - give her something to focus on besides her own misplaced indignation, then digs out her phone, transferring the mouse to her bag in the process. She probably should have done this a while ago.
She opens her notes app, deletes the things she'd said to the Doctor, and types for a few moments. Then she steps up to the Balladeer, holding the screen so he can read it: Don't worry about it. I'll take care of them.
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"What is that?" she asks uneasily, eyes on the little box Daine is now showing to their companion.
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Maybe he should keep his ear to the ground a bit more.
He doesn't quite ignore Asmodia's question, just glances at her and shrugs slightly. It's hard to name specific objects right now, friend.