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maskormenacelogs2017-02-04 03:35 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-04 03:35 pm
So life goes on
WHO: Sabriel
WHERE: De Chima and everywhere else!
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Sabriel lives her life and meets some people
WARNINGS: None yet!
Raskin Bobbins, De Chima
[Even wearing the shop's uniform, Sabriel looks slightly out of place as she scoops ice cream. She didn't need to take the job- not for the money at least, but while her work with RISE was what she wanted to do, it felt... not entirely right to just ignore what she'd been assigned.
So once a week, she ties on an apron and works in the shop. Her manager's intimidated by her, but she's managed to be conversational with some of her coworkers.
At least things aren't too busy. Winter really isn't the time for ice cream. Which is probably a good thing- it means a line isn't forming behind the man who's more interested in pestering Sabriel for an autograph than ordering ice cream, and while Sabriel's wearing a pleasant smile, she can feel her patience running out.]
Sir. That's enough- place an order, or leave.
[Sabriel's about to snap at the man when someone else enters the store, and she forces a polite smile back onto her face, pointedly ignoring the man in front of her.]
Welcome to Raskin-Bobbins!
De Chima Residence 007
[After the shock of the blackout, Sabriel's taking steps to be prepared next time. Some of it's fairly normal- carefully stored canned and preserved foods being brought into the basement, along with stacks of firewood. Then there's the first aid kits, and the backpacks filled with emergency supplies in the closet closest to the door.
Sabriel's been an imPort long enough to see such preparations as sensible, rather than paranoid. She doesn't know when something else will happen, or what it will be, but another incident is practically guaranteed. So she's hauling more boxes into the basement from her car as she turns to her housemates.]
There's just one one more box. Would you mind going and getting it for me?
De Chima, training
[There's a clearing in the woods that Sabriel likes to visit. The air is clear and crisp, the leaves crumpled and trampled by several weeks of sword practice, and several scorched and splintered trees show the results of practicing the more destructive aspects of Charter magic.
At the moment, Sabriel's surrounded by Charter marks that cast strange shadows on the trees. She's linking them together in intricate chains, then letting them unravel and fade back into the Charter- it's more of an exercise in meditation than a practice of spellcasting. Her sword and a backpack rest on a nearby tree trunk, but Sabriel is too immersed in the Charter to pay much attention to her surroundings.]
closed tojacksonian
[Sabriel's picked out one of the nicer restaurants in Maurtia Falls for this. She's wearing a suit rather than a dress, but this isn't a date- simply a thank you. She's fussing with her shirt cuffs as she waits outside for him, but doesn't seem particularly impatient.]
closed tohypnotherapy
[Magicman gets a hug as soon as he walks through the door. Sabriel's not always the most expressive person, but he's one of the people she's known here the longest.]
It's good to see you! [She's genuinely smiling as she leads him into the kitchen- it's clean and tidy, since neither Sabriel or Ulvida are prone to being slovenly.]
Do you want to get started? I should probably learn more recipes, since I'm not just cooking for one person anymore.
closed togrimreaping
[The restaurant Sabriel's picked for lunch isn't particularly fancy, but it's cozy. She's wearing a dark grey sweater, already seated at a table for two and reading a book while she waits- not impatiently, but eagerly. She's made friends here, but Kid is one of the few who truly understands her role and responsibilities as Abhorsen, and her connection to Death.
Which makes him the best person to discuss the supernatural implications of recent happenings. At least, that's what Sabriel tells herself.]
closed toclassification
[De Chima 007 looks like relatively normal imPort housing. Neither Sabriel or her housemates aren't prone to being slobs, so the closest thing to 'strange' Locus might notice is that on close inspection, the occasional faint symbol drifts over the surface of the door and exterior wall before vanishing.
Locus will probably recognize Sabriel as soon as she opens the door, but she regards him with a look of polite incomprehension. She was expecting Felix to pick up Leon, and has never met Locus with his mask off.]
Can I help you? [He doesn't look like a solicitor. Perhaps he's from the government?]
Wildcard
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sarahthesilent so we can work something out!]
WHERE: De Chima and everywhere else!
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Sabriel lives her life and meets some people
WARNINGS: None yet!
Raskin Bobbins, De Chima
[Even wearing the shop's uniform, Sabriel looks slightly out of place as she scoops ice cream. She didn't need to take the job- not for the money at least, but while her work with RISE was what she wanted to do, it felt... not entirely right to just ignore what she'd been assigned.
So once a week, she ties on an apron and works in the shop. Her manager's intimidated by her, but she's managed to be conversational with some of her coworkers.
At least things aren't too busy. Winter really isn't the time for ice cream. Which is probably a good thing- it means a line isn't forming behind the man who's more interested in pestering Sabriel for an autograph than ordering ice cream, and while Sabriel's wearing a pleasant smile, she can feel her patience running out.]
Sir. That's enough- place an order, or leave.
[Sabriel's about to snap at the man when someone else enters the store, and she forces a polite smile back onto her face, pointedly ignoring the man in front of her.]
Welcome to Raskin-Bobbins!
De Chima Residence 007
[After the shock of the blackout, Sabriel's taking steps to be prepared next time. Some of it's fairly normal- carefully stored canned and preserved foods being brought into the basement, along with stacks of firewood. Then there's the first aid kits, and the backpacks filled with emergency supplies in the closet closest to the door.
Sabriel's been an imPort long enough to see such preparations as sensible, rather than paranoid. She doesn't know when something else will happen, or what it will be, but another incident is practically guaranteed. So she's hauling more boxes into the basement from her car as she turns to her housemates.]
There's just one one more box. Would you mind going and getting it for me?
De Chima, training
[There's a clearing in the woods that Sabriel likes to visit. The air is clear and crisp, the leaves crumpled and trampled by several weeks of sword practice, and several scorched and splintered trees show the results of practicing the more destructive aspects of Charter magic.
At the moment, Sabriel's surrounded by Charter marks that cast strange shadows on the trees. She's linking them together in intricate chains, then letting them unravel and fade back into the Charter- it's more of an exercise in meditation than a practice of spellcasting. Her sword and a backpack rest on a nearby tree trunk, but Sabriel is too immersed in the Charter to pay much attention to her surroundings.]
closed to
jacksonian[Sabriel's picked out one of the nicer restaurants in Maurtia Falls for this. She's wearing a suit rather than a dress, but this isn't a date- simply a thank you. She's fussing with her shirt cuffs as she waits outside for him, but doesn't seem particularly impatient.]
closed to
hypnotherapy[Magicman gets a hug as soon as he walks through the door. Sabriel's not always the most expressive person, but he's one of the people she's known here the longest.]
It's good to see you! [She's genuinely smiling as she leads him into the kitchen- it's clean and tidy, since neither Sabriel or Ulvida are prone to being slovenly.]
Do you want to get started? I should probably learn more recipes, since I'm not just cooking for one person anymore.
closed to
grimreaping[The restaurant Sabriel's picked for lunch isn't particularly fancy, but it's cozy. She's wearing a dark grey sweater, already seated at a table for two and reading a book while she waits- not impatiently, but eagerly. She's made friends here, but Kid is one of the few who truly understands her role and responsibilities as Abhorsen, and her connection to Death.
Which makes him the best person to discuss the supernatural implications of recent happenings. At least, that's what Sabriel tells herself.]
closed to
classification[De Chima 007 looks like relatively normal imPort housing. Neither Sabriel or her housemates aren't prone to being slobs, so the closest thing to 'strange' Locus might notice is that on close inspection, the occasional faint symbol drifts over the surface of the door and exterior wall before vanishing.
Locus will probably recognize Sabriel as soon as she opens the door, but she regards him with a look of polite incomprehension. She was expecting Felix to pick up Leon, and has never met Locus with his mask off.]
Can I help you? [He doesn't look like a solicitor. Perhaps he's from the government?]
Wildcard
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( There's a momentary pause as she steps into the office, taking a glance about the walls. Sabriel's young, and it takes her a little off guard. It's not that she doesn't realise that young people are capable - she did come clean to Jaime about Gabriel, in the end - but in her head it's still the case that kids should be protected, and probably people count as kids until they're at least twenty. She's also aware it's really annoying, so she's just... not going to touch that, at all. Instead she manages to muster up a smile, slight as it is, as she takes a seat. ) Thanks for seeing me. And the coffee, actually.
( Sarissa's posture isn't the usual lazy slouch she adopts on the network. More upright, more serious, and trying to maintain a careful control on her current inclination to hyper vigilance. Be calm, be steady. Be stone. ) Where would you like to start?
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At the beginning, I think. When you first met him, how did he present himself? And was there anything about him that seemed odd at the time, or seemed it ought to be suspicious in hindsight?
no subject
( She smiles, and it's-- embarrassed and regretful, coupled with a pinch of her brow. )
I was-- Honestly l, the last couple years have been a "bad patch," ( she offers, a little chagrined. ) I'd gotten in a fight in some sleazy bar in Heropa. Must've been July, I think. I got enhanced strength but I don't use that in fights, so five against one and I wasn't doin' good. He helped me. Time seemed like he was a knight in shining armour, yeah? Fellow ImPort letting some electricity crackle just to break things up. ( She pauses and her gaze drops, and she spoons some sugar into the coffee, adds creamer as she figures out how to continue.)
He left. I was the one what followed, continued it. The electricity seems like overkill in retrospect, y'know? But fights are fights, people react and overreact, it's how they go. He was quiet, but I figured he was decent and I owed him one, so I followed him out and asked if he wanted a beer. Something... about him seemed lonely, I guess. ( She shakes her head, and though she doesn't say it, it's written in the motion itself - stupid. )
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I take it you grew closer after that, before he killed you in November. Did he have any other friends or associates- imPorts or locals- that you knew of? Were there any other signs of something being wrong with him before that?.
cw: ref to suicide ideation/attempt (apologies for the slow, I was at work :<)
( And yet, she says it in such a flat, even tone, the energy leeched out of it. She tries for a smile, but it lacks spark. )
We didn't ever know each other well. I wasn't— I was barely paying mind to what he was like. On a bit of, um. Downward spiral, I guess. I was so absorbed in my own shit that I didn't really see anything past myself.
( A look at Sabriel, after a moment, and she murmurs a quiet apology, taking a sip of coffee before straightening up. Her eyes close for a moment - inhale, exhale - and when she looks up again she is steady. Her voice is calm. Be focused, be calm, be stone. Be a foundation, don't give way. )
We started dating at the beginning of November, and he killed me just after Thanksgiving. He was always quiet, and confessed to suicidal thoughts just before he attacked me. He walked off a building to test his invulnerability.
It's okay!
I see. So his powers are... electricity and invulnerability. And you mentioned in your post that he's obsessed with 'collecting' powers? What did you mean by that?
cw: ref to gore
( Sarissa takes a second, exhales shortly, sets down her coffee because she doesn't entirely trust her hands. ) Go figure, hey? I can diffuse a bomb but talking is what's gettin' to me.
( A quiet joke at her own expense, as she steadied herself for this. Just get through it, simple and easy. ) My abilities are enhanced physiology, pyrotechnics and memory manipulation. I spent December and most of January terrified he'd have learned how to pull through the brains of people and know what they'd learned, it's what kept me so quiet. He kind of is like a mechanic, looking under the bonnet of a car and knowing how the engine works. Except the bonnet is your skull, and the engine is your brain, and he doesn't just understand how it works, be can replicate it. He-- incapacitated me with electricity, and then took a buzzsaw to me.
( Not quite right, but she was barely conscious, so. Sarissa swallows.) He's power hungry, in a real literal sense.
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Is there a limit to how many powers he can copy, or what sorts? Or do you not know? [Sabriel's mind is whirling, trying to make sense of this, to work out a plan.]
There are ways to restrain imPorts besides hitting them, and RISE has access to nullifiers. It might not be easy, but we could probably fight him.
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( Quietly, flatly, biting her tongue on any unhelpful extra comments she might have. Being pithy isn't going to be useful to anyone. )
There are ImPorts with nullifying powers. Jessica Jones, she's a friend of mine, she'd probably help. At the very least she wants to take him down, so... maybe she'd be useful for this.
( And, a little more-- not pushy, but clear and certain: ) He took my family. Killed me twice, for sport. I want in on whatever moves there are against him. Not to be a cliche, but it really is personal. At the very least, he's got some fixation, or something. I'd make good bait.
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( But, with that said, she rolls her shoulders. ) We ain't got the liberty of making everything personal, but. It'd never end, just keep spiralling out and hurting more people. I'm just saying that if she winds up seeming useful, she'd maybe appreciate the chance to help. She's difficult, but— she's difficult with good reasons at heart, if that makes any sorta sense.