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thisavrou_ooc2017-03-24 10:49 pm
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Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.
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⋆ The boat that eventually comes to your rescue isn’t very big, one of a fleet used to transport visitors from the floating Ingress platform. Only a few passengers are allowed on each one--a maximum of six. The boat’s captain is quite insistent that each group remain small, handing out blankets to those who did not come prepared for the chill. It isn’t too much trouble as there are a great many boats and plenty of natives to pilot them. The weather is cool, the skies are dark with rain that might fall, but for now things seem alright. Leaning out on the rail, you might see some shark-like sea creatures breaching the surface to breathe. Of course, you might also see quicksilver figures darting underneath the water from the corner of your eye, which is then followed by a sharp rocking of the boat. Did something nudge the vessel? Maybe you ought to make sure people stay back from the sides in case they fall in...
⋆ Despite the calm appearance of the sky, the worst has happened. A storm hits at just the right time to drive your boat against one of the multitudinous reefs, roughly jarring its passengers, and then, the waves continue to batter the ship against it until it falls to pieces. You get lucky and find a piece of debris to hold onto to keep your head above the water until the storm passes, although it’s some time before even a calm comes. Once it does, you have to deal with the facts: you’re stranded with minimal supplies, all alone except for the other people who were on board with you when the ship went down in the waves. And what’s worse, the water isn’t getting any warmer. What do you do to survive until help, hopefully, arrives? Will you make an attempt to swim to shore or wait for someone to send another boat?
⋆ The few who manage to weather the storm and make it to one of the few islands of Escoria are, indeed, lucky. What lies beneath the surface of those dark waters is much more dangerous and deadly. Distant cousins of Thisavrou’s native Gorgona of Region Four, these nameless creatures are ruthless as they hunt. They slither the shallow surfaces of the reefs spread out across Escoria, waiting for even the slightest ripple of water to alert them to their prey. At first, looking into the water reveals nothing. Then, the closer these things come to the surface, the faster it begins to change and look as if something familiar, something you long for is calling to you. It can be a person, alive or dead, or it could be something intangible like a goal waiting to be fulfilled or an object waiting to be touched. This is how they lure the unsuspecting below the surface, and once they have their claws in you, it’s very difficult to escape. The urge to be with them is impossibly strong regardless of the fact that no one can hold their breath for that long or survive the deep cold of the water for longer than a few minutes.
Your only chance of escape? Someone who might have noticed that you’d suddenly slipped under without a sound. Or, if by chance, you manage to snap off a piece of the coral in the reefs. It changes with the shape of the holder, and that, if you’re lucky, might be the very weapon that saves you.
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Illidan Stormrage | Warcraft
There was magic in these lands, too, which made it easier for him to navigate his way. When there was a lack of it, his own magic emanating outwardly from him was enough to see with unseeing eyes. With giant horns, wings, cloven hooves for feet, and the fact he was eight feet tall, Illidan had no idea if he stood out or not nor did he care. For all he knew, everyone here looked the same as he did, though he doubted it very much. Different types of magic looked and felt different though, and he could even tell individuals by what their particular magical signature looked like.
Illidan sat perched, day after day, in various spots around the bustling Ingress. It would be impossible to learn everyone to a point where he could recognize each individual. When someone had no magic at all in them, it was the way they carried themselves, their smell, the sound of their voice, the way they breathed and rhythm of their heart which he could memorize.
But this place, it was far too busy for that and too many people were coming and going constantly. Illidan was alright with that, in his solitude, lost and confused in a sea of tumultuous magical trails spinning dizzily like a constantly disturbed mist all around him. It helped him to forget people from his home, of people he missed, people he wanted to forget. The Ingress was the perfect distraction.
When someone new approached the spot he was crouched in, high above the streets below where people were hurrying about their business, Illidan turned his head. One clawed hand rested on the cold metal edging of the alcove. Further back, there were pathways and ladders which could bring nearly anyone here but hardly anyone ever came up to these spots. That was why Illidan liked them. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to remember this individual's unique wake in the mist.
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"Oh hello, I'm lost. well, I'm not lost, wait I am but that's not my name. Can I try this again?" Her voice carried no fear, at least not of him at any rate. She was more concerned with being rude, and clearly distressed at being lost, "Hello, my name is Merrill, and I'm lost. It is nice to meet you!"
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"Is it?" he asked her, his tone of voice neither friendly nor hostile. It had been thousands of years since he'd had someone try and be polite to him and he was, to say the least, rather out of practice of being at all polite himself. Illidan recognized that it was a saying and had little weight to it but the idea of anyone at all finding it nice to meet him was unbelievable. No, he didn't believe her, but he could forgive the white lie for what little harm there was in it.
"I cannot help you find your way," he offered, not expecting a response to his question. Illidan didn't know his way around any more than she did, he'd guess.
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She takes a breath and hangs her head, there was no digging out of the hole she had just dug for herself, "I'm rambling again aren't I? I'm sorry."
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"Your friend has the same coloring as I?" he thought to ask, although again he went on not much expecting an answer and instead asked what he was more curious about. "And what color do you have? Merrill the Lost."
Illidan pushed himself up to stand then, turning so that he was more fully and properly facing her. He tried to imagine what she would look like but nothing much came to mind except young, female, with a very strong sense of magic. He cocked his head slightly, his visage not directly facing her now as his intention was to listen more closely to her voice.
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His second question made her stall, then she finally noticed the blindfold. There was a lot of him to notice after all. She looked at her hands, thinking of the best way to describe it, "I am peach colored? Light sand maybe? We have the same colored hair though."
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At the moment her mention of magic was far more curious than what race she might be. Illidan didn't hesitate in asking about it. "And I shall guess you are said mage and find use for this blood magic yourself." The Demon Hunter lowered his chin, narrowing his eyes behind the blindfold as he lifted one hand palm upward. His long, black nails were more like claws than not, and green tendrils of smoke swirled around his arm and tangled like serpents between his fingers. "My last guess is that you are rather good with it."
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His inquiry and display on magic was enough to put her back on track, "Oh! I am yes! I-I know what people say about blood magic, but I'm careful with it! I promise!" Her explanation came out quickly and a bit frantic, like it was some sort of disclaimer she had to tack on her introductions so people wouldn't think she'd sacrifice their children or something to that effect. "My clan's keeper taught me magic as well, so I can use that too."
She watched his display curiously, granting a moment of silence, a very brief moment of silence,"Are you a mage too? Is that how you keep your ears from drooping?"
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Illidan huffed softly, the instant rage gone from him; the scowl remained. "All elves from my world have ears such as this. Only children have small ones." His wings flared slightly as he cocked his head the other way. "I was once a sorcerer, yes. Tell me more about the blood magic you practice, I've not heard of it at all." His imagination was picturing some of the warlock and succubus practices but really, he hadn't much clue at all what blood magic was, besides its name.
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"You're an elf too? But you look..." She stalled as she tried to think of a way to describe how he looked, "you look like someone took a dragon, and a sheep, and an elf, and a rabbit then squished them all together and painted you purple. A very pretty purple though, I like it." Because she didn't want him to feel insecure for being purple or anything.
"Oh! Right! Magic! Stay on task Merrill." She took a deep breath to prep herself for speaking of the loathed blood magic of her world, "Well, I learned it from a demon- spirit. A spirit. It taught me how to purify an artifact from our past. I only use my blood, but there are other mages..."
She hangs her head and the further she spoke on it, the more quiet her tone became. She knew what her magic had the potential to do, but explaining it felt as though she were fueling the beliefs that it was all evil magic used by evil people, "Other mages use it to manipulate the blood of others. You can control them, change them, summon demons, and not all blood mages use their own blood... it is forbidden in most places."