bindsthedeadWHO: Sabriel, RISE, and anyone else
WHERE: Heropa and De Chima
WHEN: The rest of November
WHAT: Catch-all!
WARNINGS: Violence, talking about violence,
De Chima 007; locked to Blue
[Sabriel's marked off a section of the backyard for training- nothing much, just a few wooden stakes surrounding an area of level ground.]
Blue, are you ready? [She's dressed differently today- no armor or weapons, just sturdy, comfortable clothes that are easy to move in- and seem out of place with the thoughtful intensity in her expression, with wood ash traced over her forehead mark and a clear bottle of water in her hands.]
Heropa, locked to RISE members
[At first, it had been harmless vandalism- graffiti sprayed in places only someone able to fly could reach. Then it had gotten more and more mean spirited, then outright malicious- heavy rocks dropped on passing cars, hapless civilians stranded on top of roofs and lampposts. They have a name- Tony Gibson, a high school senior with a reputation for delinquency who hadn't been in school for the last two weeks.
Having gone from minor annoyance to superpowered threat (Of a rather petty sort) the Heropa police had been quick to call RISE. They're briefed in a police station, and Sabriel frowns as she goes over incident reports, Gibson's home address, and places he's known to frequent.]
At least we have a place to start. Let's try not to stand out too much- it looks like he's flown away every time he saw the police coming.
De Chima 007, open to neighbors; set after Thanksgiving
[Sabriel's not a follower of any of this world's religions, but the decorations she's started to see are giving her ideas. So shortly after sunset, she heads out the the front of her house.
Charter-lights are a simple spell- generally, the first one taught to children, and there's something soothing about placing them around the outside of the house and the trees and bushes in the front yard as she hums to herself, each one looking like a tiny star.]