Magic and technology [ OPEN ]

[prorenataa]

Who: Ingress nerds, coffee gods and OMG please help [ OPEN! ]
When: ICly this lasts across multiple days in the beginning of November
Where: The Ingress Room and Section U but also where ever your mingle takes you.
What: Trying to unwrap the puzzle of the Ingress and Ploitoas
Warnings: Language probably. If a thread requires a warning please place it on the comment line!

NOTES: This is a multi-part log for This Ingress Journal Plot. Since most folks were up for threading interactions! You DO NOT need to have signed up to participate in the first part of the log. Anything from noodling on the journals to blowing spitballs at the nerds.

For reference here is the IC announcement about this plot. Again you DO NOT have to have responded to them to come around and investigate what's going on.



OOC: This log is going to be split into three sections with a fourth spot for results to be posted as the characters work things through.

If at any time you have questions please do not hesitate to hit the OOC Post, PM prorenataa and nudge me on plurk at
Laekhund. My plurk is set up to accept p!Plurks from any users.

Some details:

1) ICly this log will cover just the beginning of November.
2) The mods have a plot kicking off on the 15th of November. Elements of this player plot lead into that plot.
3) These are the key IC events that lead up to this.

• This event introduced the Ingress Journals
  
• This IC call for help set off searches for one of the missing journal, leading to the discovery of the second.
  
• This is what one journal looks like and This is the other.

Go for it guys!

Comments

[otiosity]

Agreed. The loss of one of the prettiest faces on the Moira would be a tragedy. I won't be responsible for it.

[Thankfully, for the sake of everyone Hawke sets the coffee pot down to pull a tissue out of her pocket and blow her nose.]

I'll, for once, contain myself.

[She knows Isha thinks she has no self control. And perhaps in the case of that arena it was true. But Hawke herself is an carefully crafted mask.]

[diamondhack]

[As if she isn't one herself. But the problem with Isha was in the fact that she was never the same person to anyone. Whatever she is to a person, she is that to them.

There were days she wondered if she had any sense of identity at all.

She's too tired to make a remark, too exhausted not just from this, but from the planet and the arena. She already had nightmares of her arm, add to that all of this?

Isha pinches the bridge of her nose, rubs her eyes a little.]

Out with whatever you need to say, I'm not in the best of moods for vague commentary.

[She must be real goddamned exhausted if she's not even willing to play along too much or shoot back any kind of quip.]

[otiosity]

Nothing to say. Just poking fun at my own impulsivity and lack of control. I'm not entirely blind to my own flaws even if it's more fun to be.

[Hawke sniffs, blows her nose again, and then ignites the tissue in her palm. She watches it instead of Isha's face. The arena had throughly damaged her, physically, emotionally, spiritually even if you wanted to get technical with the rules of magic and blood. Everything was being held together with nothing more than a thin thread and if she gave too much everything might crack.

Isha deserved a better answer, probably. But Hawke didn't know how to answer without dropping her mask and risking everything falling apart. So instead she leans against the table watching the ashes fall from her palm and painfully aware of what a pathetic figure she cuts.]

[diamondhack]

[She only hums in response. Normally she would press, but here? Here she could sympathize. Isha had already arrived so thoroughly broken, so thoroughly willing to pretend nothing was wrong just to save some face.

Yet the pain reminded her of what happened. The spikes and jolts of nerves adjusting. The sudden heaviness of the metal attached to her flesh.

The reminder that what she was once was long lost forever. Who was she if not the thief without prosthetics, among the best of the best, flawless and untouchable?

Just a woman with a clever streak that didn't last long enough and a pretty arm to show for her shortcomings.]

Try to keep it to yourself, then. I've seen enough blood to last a lifetime.

[Blood attached to her name. Blood spilt because she chose them as targets. Blood that never needed to be shed. She was a thief, not a murderer. Loose as her standards may be, that was one limit she tried so desperately not surpass, especially when she knew she could easily do it. And even then, she had rationale when she left people severely injured.]

[otiosity]

I'll try. But bloody endings seem to follow me around. I've always been fighting since I was born it feels like. Maybe that's why I'm too thin. Fighting burns calories.

[It's a joke but it's true. She was born in the dead of winter and nearly died. Then she'd been sickly and fought her life as infant. Then she learned she was a mage and the fight to live took on new dimensions. Then she had siblings and there was even more reason to fight and protect things. And then she had to start all over in Kirkwall.]


But if it happens and you're around, I'll try to do it in the next room over.

[diamondhack]

Losing blood makes you anemic. Makes you pale.

[It's all she can do for herself as well: deflect. She can't say she ever had to fight for her life, but she had to claw her way into proving she was more than just some poor girl without pedigree that looked nothing like the others.

As for the second part? She can't say much. It would only make her sound weaker than she's already coming off. Weakness was, and is, unacceptable.]

[otiosity]

Maybe that's why I feel so shitty lately. [And she truly looks like garbage and she's over the worst hump.] If that's any consolation to the trouble I caused.

[diamondhack]

Get some rest and eat some food. Maybe then I'll feel a little better. Right now, you just look mildly pathetic.

[She shrugs, with a tiny crooked smile playing about her lips.]

[otiosity]

Oh good. I was aiming for only "mildly". If you get too pathetic people start to fawn over you and it's just obnoxious. Pathetic is a very careful line to toe.

[And have a grin back. Hopefully these means good things?]

[diamondhack]

I wouldn't know the finer points of pathetic. I've never reached that state myself.

[Full of shit, so yes, a little better.]