PLAYER EVENT ★ HELIOLOGY

[ricksybusiness]

INTRODUCTION. It's difficult to tell time without the presence of a sun or moon. There are no stars. The world is in constant blackness, the heavens barely visible from below and the only light artificial. It's been like this for months. Suddenly, those who expressed interest in observing the sun (or lack thereof) will all at once receive a text message on their ALASTAIR jewellery from 82736775: Get your shit and go look at the sky. Now's the time. If you need me, I'm around. It's time to get to work. OBSERVATION. Find the highest point you can and point the telescopes at the sky. Should be easy, right? Be mindful that there are still guards patrolling the city, looking for escaped prisoners, and some citizens would be very happy to tip them off to your presence. There are still animals in the forests to contend with, and there are still nosey citizens who may ask you too many questions. There are also your fellow ALASTAIR agents, who may not be very willing to share the spot they already staked out before you just showed up. People and animals aren't all you need to look out for, either. Seven hours after the observation starts, there is a lightning storm. It lasts for 30 minutes, bolts of electricity arcing across the sky. It might be a good idea to scurry down someplace lower when this happens -- you know what they say about lightning and height. 82736775 doesn't contact anyone after the initial text, so observers are free to give up whenever they decide they've been sitting out in the freezing dark for long enough. [ note: even if you didn't sign up, feel free to tag in! your character won't have a telescope but that doesn't mean they can't mingle. ]

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[invisiblade]

[she eases closer, stopping once she's reached the telescope as he suggested she should. her gaze lingers on Sion a moment longer before she turns to cast her sight on the foreign device.]

Such an odd contraption... it looks more akin to that of a canon built for warfare than a tool used to survey the stars.

[she's clearly uncertain of the telescope, with not the slightest idea of how to attempt to use it. she tilts her head back, looking skyward for the moment... the entire concept seems far fetched to her. how could one possibly lessen the distance between the earth and stars without physically changing their position?

that line of thought is interrupted, however, as Sion proceeds to explain his 'condition' in more detail.]

You are a Mage.

[it's more of a statement than a question per say, that much she'd already determined prior to scaling his tower. but something in the way he talks about it, makes him seem almost melancholy, despite the playful air about him.

there are a great deal of magic users in this realm, including herself, but surely he's already aware of that if what he says is indeed the truth.]

[sunderings]

Indeed, I am. [ Perhaps amused, Sion lofts a brow high as he considers her, Saber who seems wary of the curiosity that is Rick's telescope—would she truly abandon it in favor of using her own two eyes? He doesn't know if she means to be endearing, but she is very much so all the same! ] Most in my kingdom are, for in the realm I hail from, magic is a thing intertwined in the flesh of all humans.

[ And the truth of the reason why is too weighty a thought, so Sion waves it away, banishing it from mind in an instant. Instead, he sets upon starting a fire, as he promised...! Though, it isn't so much starting as it is casting, a vibrant seal of light coming to life beneath the tips of his fingers. As though the air were his canvas and the energy surrounding his paint, he first draws the formation of the spell, before adjusting the equations. Altering, weaving anew, amending the shape.

The original magic is renowned as one of his country's most destructive spells, but beneath his attentive care and gentle touch, instead of producing a firestorm, the seal summons forth a lovely little flame upon the words of incantation, vibrant as it flickers and flares with warmth. ]

And you are... [ Voice trailing off, he thinks on it, closing his eyes as he searches, feels for her. ] ...more.

[ She is too many things, really. A shining light, perhaps akin to his own, for too does she seem blanketed by solitude. But then, then there is something fearsome about her, alluding to her name of Saber, and it seems nearly as ancient as the Hero which he harbors. (Though that cannot possibly be the case.) ]

I would say that you are a spirit, for you appeared as something spectral in my mind's eye as you ascended my stairwell of light with an ease which is innate to no corporeal creature, not even myself.

[ Ah? Is he serious? Jesting? Who knows! ]

It is a bit rough around the edges, I know, but do treat yourself to a glance through the telescope. What you see might even make you feel at home.

[invisiblade]

[her attention immediately diverts to the seal upon it's summoning, sharp eyes watch every stroke of his fingers carefully as if memorizing the design he creates. even the smallest usage of magic proves to have a strong enough effect on a creature whose very life source is built upon it, but whose reservoir is nearly sucked dry just by existing. it is a tedious balance of life and death, but one she must shoulder none the less.]

That assessment is not entirely false.

[however it's not necessarily the whole truth of the matter, either. Saber's gaze turns to herself, placing a hand atop her chest as she breathes deeply. she's certainly much more than a ghost, with a physical body that needs air to breathe and bleeds red the same as any living human would.]

Perhaps you might liken this form to something akin to a magic familiar.

[Servants are, at their core, Heroic Spirits but Saber herself is a rather... finicky case. the details are muddy and in some capacity unclear even to herself, but there's no denying she is a Servant. however she won't go much further into detail about it unless he presses her to.

a wandering eye falls back upon the telescope, seemingly mulling it over for a moment or two.]

How does it work? [she leans in to better angle herself towards it, glancing back to Sion for guidance.] I simply look through here and... then?