❆ golem on the loose; the claw decides who will stay and who will go
[Much as Lys would be loathe to admit it, this isn't the first time an otherwise ordinary day has unraveled completely and without warning thanks to forces outside her control, overwriting everything that came before; the discovery of strange new powers, dangerous and unasked for, was honestly the most familiar thing of all. But even finding herself in another (universe?) world entirely could be coped with after a fashion, so long as she didn't think too hard about any of it. Better to keep the uncomfortable details in the middle distance and focus on the day-to-day, what could be faced and dealt with instead of what could not.
It's having to play at being a student that's been the real struggle. Lys can remember lessons taught at her older brother's knee, a shared and battered abacus, secondhand primers meant for children. "Real" school was a thing of trade towns and cities, the domain of those who could afford it — and deserved it. Despite falling into neither category, here she was at a full-fledged academy, expected to train and study and, god forbid, crack open a book or two.
...Still. She's resolved to do her best while she's here, and at the bare minimum that meant going to class. Sidestepping an angry golem wasn't part of the original plan, but Lys is adaptable.]
Look, I know you've got a job to do — and I really don't mean to make it any harder for you! But my next class is down this hall, so if we could just....talk this over....!
[So said while furiously dodging the golem and their tool of choice as they block the way, alternating between jumping back out of reach and seeking any opening that might fit a 6'2 beanpole still damp and slightly sudsy from a prior scrubbing. Eventually she musters up the nerve and momentum to dive through the golem's legs, wriggling valiantly toward freedom and into a scrambling crouch......only for the claw to seize tight around her ankle. As she's dragged backward down the hall, Lys grabs the nearest doorjamb and clings tight, hanging on with desperate (and abnormal) strength.]
C'mon, I'm gonna be late!
❆ research on the sundered; they blinded me with science
Samples, huh?
[Lys listens attentively to the researchers' spiel, nodding in all the right places, and at first seems perfectly willing to comply with their request; talking about her home and world could be done truthfully enough without compromising guild secrets. The mention of blood samples, though.....that noticeably gives her pause, shoulders hunching in unconscious reflex. A small amount wouldn't do any harm even should the worst occur, but just how much would they ask for? What sort of research would require it?]
Hair and skin should be fine, but I'm not too sure about the rest. I mean.....blood can carry diseases and stuff, you know? Even if you're gonna use magic instead of needles to collect it, accidents can still happen. I'd hate for any of you to get sick.
[....
In the end, it's the promise that the samples won't be knowingly misused that wins out over her misgivings, even more than the faint chance of forging a new path home. When the side-effects of the spell inevitably hit, Lys simply grits her teeth and covers her face in her hands, patiently waiting for the cascade of visions to run their course. Snow and blood, fire and smoke, fangs bared in a vicious snarl—]
Ugh....and this is supposed to happen to everyone? I guess it can't be helped, but.....geez.
❆ wonders await; crybaby werewolf has arrived
["A deep and dangerous well of potential." The same words could paint an accurate picture of werewolves, if Lys was honest. Not that she's planning to be, not in that particular way, but the observation rings no less true for all that it's privately held. Power was power no matter the shape, and so she's found somewhere relatively quiet (or at least away from the general chaos) to practice the stuff of her first few lessons, determined to gain an edge of control over the magic of this world — magic that would explode outward and hurt others if left unchecked.
And also kill her in a suitably violent and dramatic fashion, but that's not what's important here.]
Okay, let's give this a try. Something simple....a bit of chain, maybe? Nothing wrong with starting small. [Thank god for the nonjudgmental presence of Arthur Worthington the capybara, sitting patiently off to the side as his master talks herself into showing some initiative and not minding that it makes her look like a crazy person.] A nice fire might be more practical, given the weather lately, but that sounds a little scary.
[A nervous exhale, then Lys slowly begins to trace sigils in the air with the feather she's acquired for this very purpose, pronouncing each syllable of the Osmarius language with the hesitant deliberation of a novice. Thankfully, sheer willpower seems to make up for the lack of finesse; a short length of copper chain materializes when the incantation ends, much to her obvious surprise.]
Huh, it worked! [A beat.] Maybe next time I can try for silver.
❆ wonders await 2; electric boogaloos
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[Much as Lys would be loathe to admit it, this isn't the first time an otherwise ordinary day has unraveled completely and without warning thanks to forces outside her control, overwriting everything that came before; the discovery of strange new powers, dangerous and unasked for, was honestly the most familiar thing of all. But even finding herself in another (universe?) world entirely could be coped with after a fashion, so long as she didn't think too hard about any of it. Better to keep the uncomfortable details in the middle distance and focus on the day-to-day, what could be faced and dealt with instead of what could not.
It's having to play at being a student that's been the real struggle. Lys can remember lessons taught at her older brother's knee, a shared and battered abacus, secondhand primers meant for children. "Real" school was a thing of trade towns and cities, the domain of those who could afford it — and deserved it. Despite falling into neither category, here she was at a full-fledged academy, expected to train and study and, god forbid, crack open a book or two.
...Still. She's resolved to do her best while she's here, and at the bare minimum that meant going to class. Sidestepping an angry golem wasn't part of the original plan, but Lys is adaptable.]
Look, I know you've got a job to do — and I really don't mean to make it any harder for you! But my next class is down this hall, so if we could just....talk this over....!
[So said while furiously dodging the golem and their tool of choice as they block the way, alternating between jumping back out of reach and seeking any opening that might fit a 6'2 beanpole still damp and slightly sudsy from a prior scrubbing. Eventually she musters up the nerve and momentum to dive through the golem's legs, wriggling valiantly toward freedom and into a scrambling crouch......only for the claw to seize tight around her ankle. As she's dragged backward down the hall, Lys grabs the nearest doorjamb and clings tight, hanging on with desperate (and abnormal) strength.]
C'mon, I'm gonna be late!
❆ research on the sundered; they blinded me with science
Samples, huh?
[Lys listens attentively to the researchers' spiel, nodding in all the right places, and at first seems perfectly willing to comply with their request; talking about her home and world could be done truthfully enough without compromising guild secrets. The mention of blood samples, though.....that noticeably gives her pause, shoulders hunching in unconscious reflex. A small amount wouldn't do any harm even should the worst occur, but just how much would they ask for? What sort of research would require it?]
Hair and skin should be fine, but I'm not too sure about the rest. I mean.....blood can carry diseases and stuff, you know? Even if you're gonna use magic instead of needles to collect it, accidents can still happen. I'd hate for any of you to get sick.
[....
In the end, it's the promise that the samples won't be knowingly misused that wins out over her misgivings, even more than the faint chance of forging a new path home. When the side-effects of the spell inevitably hit, Lys simply grits her teeth and covers her face in her hands, patiently waiting for the cascade of visions to run their course. Snow and blood, fire and smoke, fangs bared in a vicious snarl—]
Ugh....and this is supposed to happen to everyone? I guess it can't be helped, but.....geez.
❆ wonders await; crybaby werewolf has arrived
["A deep and dangerous well of potential." The same words could paint an accurate picture of werewolves, if Lys was honest. Not that she's planning to be, not in that particular way, but the observation rings no less true for all that it's privately held. Power was power no matter the shape, and so she's found somewhere relatively quiet (or at least away from the general chaos) to practice the stuff of her first few lessons, determined to gain an edge of control over the magic of this world — magic that would explode outward and hurt others if left unchecked.
And also kill her in a suitably violent and dramatic fashion, but that's not what's important here.]
Okay, let's give this a try. Something simple....a bit of chain, maybe? Nothing wrong with starting small. [Thank god for the nonjudgmental presence of Arthur Worthington the capybara, sitting patiently off to the side as his master talks herself into showing some initiative and not minding that it makes her look like a crazy person.] A nice fire might be more practical, given the weather lately, but that sounds a little scary.
[A nervous exhale, then Lys slowly begins to trace sigils in the air with the feather she's acquired for this very purpose, pronouncing each syllable of the Osmarius language with the hesitant deliberation of a novice. Thankfully, sheer willpower seems to make up for the lack of finesse; a short length of copper chain materializes when the incantation ends, much to her obvious surprise.]
Huh, it worked! [A beat.] Maybe next time I can try for silver.
❆ wonders await 2; electric boogaloos
[Wildcard options all the way down; toss whatever ideas you've got for a thread here, or shoot a PP (sentinelbeach) or PM at me if you'd like to discuss specifics!]