Champions, Gather! Our Hour is Here (Plot)
Feb 12, 2013 3:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Feb 12, 2013 3:26:35 GMT -5
Crawford was glad to hear that he wouldn’t be in the thick of battle. He had much to live for and many yet who depended on him. It was a comforting thought, too, that he would be working with Schuldig. After so many years, they worked very well together, and Schuldig wouldn’t require more explanation than needed with regards to his visions like others who weren’t accustomed to Seers might. Even without a promised reward, he would have agreed to this, but he certainly wouldn’t reject the offer of help for Grandisle.
I accept, my Lady.
Oh, fuck yes. Mental cuddling was something he needed right then, too, and Schuldig shifted to rest his head against the Force’s shoulder as he listened to him talk. Teaming up with his long-time friend and ally? He had no problem with that. He did most of his best work at a distance, and even without being Minds, he and Brad could read each other well. Probably better than before since their Joining.
Schuldig raised his head with a gasp at the rush of power, and he instinctively reached out to weave the thoughts that came unbidden into his web of mental shield. That was one advantage to having been trained as he’d been in Morilanta; he knew how to deal with being forced to touch his signs constantly. This was kind of similar.
If any minds get blown, they won’t be mine.
Zira let himself hang limp in the sky of his mindscape, feeling his spirit lift a bit at his Lord’s embrace. He knew they weren’t done yet, but this moment could be enough to hold him through. Good. He would get to fight, to strike back against the ones who took his friends from him and their families. Against the one who had slain the angel who’d protected him. He wouldn’t be reckless—he had too much to live for for that—and between the shield and his regeneration, he would be well-protected.
A chance to say goodbye, his homeland mended…. How a heart could feel so full and yet so close to breaking, he didn’t know. Yes, he whispered, wrapping his arms and wings around himself in his mind as though to somehow hug Thuoth’s presence back. I accept.
The Peanut Gallery
~It’s not that,~ Dart sent back to Mikasi. ~I’m just trying to imagine how it feels. Sensory Mind, remember?~ It looked like he’d get to actually find out soon enough, though.
“This doesn’t apply to me, but I’m indulging in a bit of Curiosity,” Master spoke up. “What would happen if you did a like-sign Joining with two people with you in there like that?” Not really relevant to anything, but he did wonder.
I accept, my Lady.
Oh, fuck yes. Mental cuddling was something he needed right then, too, and Schuldig shifted to rest his head against the Force’s shoulder as he listened to him talk. Teaming up with his long-time friend and ally? He had no problem with that. He did most of his best work at a distance, and even without being Minds, he and Brad could read each other well. Probably better than before since their Joining.
Schuldig raised his head with a gasp at the rush of power, and he instinctively reached out to weave the thoughts that came unbidden into his web of mental shield. That was one advantage to having been trained as he’d been in Morilanta; he knew how to deal with being forced to touch his signs constantly. This was kind of similar.
If any minds get blown, they won’t be mine.
Zira let himself hang limp in the sky of his mindscape, feeling his spirit lift a bit at his Lord’s embrace. He knew they weren’t done yet, but this moment could be enough to hold him through. Good. He would get to fight, to strike back against the ones who took his friends from him and their families. Against the one who had slain the angel who’d protected him. He wouldn’t be reckless—he had too much to live for for that—and between the shield and his regeneration, he would be well-protected.
A chance to say goodbye, his homeland mended…. How a heart could feel so full and yet so close to breaking, he didn’t know. Yes, he whispered, wrapping his arms and wings around himself in his mind as though to somehow hug Thuoth’s presence back. I accept.
The Peanut Gallery
~It’s not that,~ Dart sent back to Mikasi. ~I’m just trying to imagine how it feels. Sensory Mind, remember?~ It looked like he’d get to actually find out soon enough, though.
“This doesn’t apply to me, but I’m indulging in a bit of Curiosity,” Master spoke up. “What would happen if you did a like-sign Joining with two people with you in there like that?” Not really relevant to anything, but he did wonder.