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epidemiology2016-12-06 04:12 pm
thornydisposition) wrote in epidemiology2016-12-06 04:12 pm
[ closed ] someone say a hail mary for this house
CHARACTERS: Elias Ainsworth, Suyumkhe, Sieglinde Sullivan.
DATE: Around 11/20ish.
WARNINGS: None, presently.
SUMMARY: Armed with one living captured Deemer and a truth spell, the trio set out to an abandoned corner of Perdition's Rest to try to wrest some more answers from their charge.
[The captured Deemer didn't do very much. He had been in their custody for a few days now, and besides eat and drink what was offered, the rest of his time seemed to be spent consumed in sullen silence. He was passed between hands as the Audentes agents went about their personal prerogatives—Elias himself spent a few hours one day searching out a space that would match the requirements posed to him by Sieglinde.
Out of the way, with a large, unobstructed floor to use for the runic circle. With the town in a state of unease, and feeling as though he had very little to barter with for use of an occupied building, he eventually ranged out towards the outskirts. Most of what he found was unfit—either for the spell itself or just in general—but he eventually comes across a barn with most of the floor clear, its uses for storage apparently let slide some time ago.
From there, it was just a few short messages to both Shuyi and Sieglinde to establish place and time before he went back to fetch the prisoner, leading him out to the given location at the given hour.
Elias guides the Deemer silently—not as though the infested qorral would have much to say to him, given his taciturn nature since his capture and the death of his companion and the escape of his leader. He might need to be prompted to speak to make this spell work at all. The idea is distasteful to Elias, but so is much that they were forced to do here.
The day was progressing to late afternoon, and the heat was thick and heavy in the air, settling over him like another particularly stifling layer of clothing. The relative cool of the shaded interior of the barn was appreciated, then; bright red eyes moved in the dark eye sockets, scanning the area for those he had summoned. Empty, as of yet. This was fine. He had left a little early.]
Forward. [The lowly-intoned word was laced as a command, and the glance that the Deemer shot him was only partially indignant before he shambled forward onto the rough-hewn planks of the barn's floor, only partially broken with weeds and rot.
The magus stepped inside the barn to wait, unblinking red gaze keeping the prisoner as restrained as the rope binding his arms behind his back.]
DATE: Around 11/20ish.
WARNINGS: None, presently.
SUMMARY: Armed with one living captured Deemer and a truth spell, the trio set out to an abandoned corner of Perdition's Rest to try to wrest some more answers from their charge.
[The captured Deemer didn't do very much. He had been in their custody for a few days now, and besides eat and drink what was offered, the rest of his time seemed to be spent consumed in sullen silence. He was passed between hands as the Audentes agents went about their personal prerogatives—Elias himself spent a few hours one day searching out a space that would match the requirements posed to him by Sieglinde.
Out of the way, with a large, unobstructed floor to use for the runic circle. With the town in a state of unease, and feeling as though he had very little to barter with for use of an occupied building, he eventually ranged out towards the outskirts. Most of what he found was unfit—either for the spell itself or just in general—but he eventually comes across a barn with most of the floor clear, its uses for storage apparently let slide some time ago.
From there, it was just a few short messages to both Shuyi and Sieglinde to establish place and time before he went back to fetch the prisoner, leading him out to the given location at the given hour.
Elias guides the Deemer silently—not as though the infested qorral would have much to say to him, given his taciturn nature since his capture and the death of his companion and the escape of his leader. He might need to be prompted to speak to make this spell work at all. The idea is distasteful to Elias, but so is much that they were forced to do here.
The day was progressing to late afternoon, and the heat was thick and heavy in the air, settling over him like another particularly stifling layer of clothing. The relative cool of the shaded interior of the barn was appreciated, then; bright red eyes moved in the dark eye sockets, scanning the area for those he had summoned. Empty, as of yet. This was fine. He had left a little early.]
Forward. [The lowly-intoned word was laced as a command, and the glance that the Deemer shot him was only partially indignant before he shambled forward onto the rough-hewn planks of the barn's floor, only partially broken with weeds and rot.
The magus stepped inside the barn to wait, unblinking red gaze keeping the prisoner as restrained as the rope binding his arms behind his back.]
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Too bad.]
Agreed. [He turns the attention of those red, reptilian eyes back to the captive.]
So, [his voice takes on that odd intonation once again,] what is next for you, now that you have infested so many in town?
[Now that the words had been pried and loosened from him, the staggered trickle of information widened to a stream, flowing much more normally. The qorral gives a choking laugh.] If we hadn't been discovered you mean. [He tries to spit, but it doesn't go well, mostly just getting on his face.] We were supposed to join up with more Zymandis agents and drill to the - temporal crystal in the core of the planet, so we could ... destroy it and this Timeline both.
[He falls silent as Elias tilts his head to one side. It's what he had suspected, but...]
Why?
[Expression resolves itself into something steely on the qorral's face, and he looks Elias dead in the eyes. He seems to hesitate for a second, but in the end he simply clears his throat, continuing,] Zymandis wants to find those abnormalities in the timeline, just - like ALASTAIR. But they - we want to topple it piece by piece by piece until - the whole thing shatters.
Why? [He repeats it a little louder.
The captive just gives a defeated-looking half-smile.] I've - told you all I know. That might be a question... for the Queen.
[The circle doesn't react to his words. ...Disappointing.
Elias takes a step away, turning his back on the qorral. The shadows relax ever so slightly as the thorns disappear, letting him slump to the ground. The shadows clustering in the poorly-lit corners of the barn begin to behave a little closer to normal.
He glances towards Sieglinde.] What do you think?
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It is a hard thing to comprehend, only being told it in words- even if she knows for a fact that the taraxa was speaking the truth. Even ALASTAIR's mission was obscure and hard to truly wrap one's head around, what with the lack of real viewable influence on a timeline, let alone addressing the morality, the sheer arrogance of saying that you alone knew the way a world ought to be...
But to topple it...
Sieglinde is silent for a long moment, until she finally moves a half step forward and scuffs the magic circle she'd drawn upon the ground, the red retreating and seeping out as the lines lost their sharp and neat edges, power draining from it and from the man himself as she looks up at Elias.]
... we must tell the others.
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So even though Elias couldn't help but be interested in the endless pursuit of understanding and knowledge, he's aware that it's of a limited use. In the end there is merely the words and the deeds, action and reaction, cause and effect.
That of what occurred here today was that they had acquired information, regardless of their methods. He eyes the exhausted qorral where he slumps onto the floor, deep in consideration.
Sieglinde steps forward to break the circle, and the magic steadily drains from it. For the best.]
Indeed. [His voice is a deep intonation as he steps up to the prisoner one final time. The shadows have, at this point, returned to normal, as has Elias' appearance. The man is still bound, however, and the mage gets the feeling he would not try to make a break for it at this point, not with what he had just done and divulged laying thick upon his conscience.]
Rise, and follow us.
[It takes a stumble and a moment, but the creature rises to his feet to comply.
Elias turns to face Sieglinde, catching Shuyi's eye as well.] Let us go, then.