pullmeoutalive | RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[Thor is out and about in full armor and cape, with hammer in hand. Doing the God of Thunder thing, just took down an evil villain, or possibly a publicity stunt with the Avengers, whatever. He's just minding his own God of Thunder business.]

[It's probably going to be a long unsolved mystery as to how Korra ended up in Kirkwall. She's not sure if had something to do with her usually untapped connection with past Avatars and the Spirit World, but otherwise she's found herself in a completely different world where there are not benders, but people called mages who can control elements like her (but not really bend) but their abilities are called "magic."

A scuffle in Lowtown against some thieves and the display of her bending abilities had men and women in metal armor and swords -they were called Templars- lead... or rather forced her into a place called the Gallows. The name didn't bode well. Republic City had its problems, but this Kirkwall. The Avatar's only seen a few things that the city had to offer, but they just weren't pleasant whatsoever.

Maybe it's not so bad she's here though. Naga must have caught something awful because her animal guide isn't feeling quite well. She's told that because of her strange "magic" she needs to meet someone important? Right now, she and Naga are outside and she's comforting her tired out friend.]

Are you holding out okay girl? It seems bad now, but I think we'll be okay! They said that this Enchanter guy can help you out!

[Korra looks around, noticing that there's still a few Templars nearby keeping an eye on her.]

If he can't help, I don't think anyone else will.

[When she'd been at home, she'd never been on open water. In fact, after her visit to the hellish apartments, she'd developed a large reluctance to go near open waters at all if she couldn't see the bottom. Especially after the incident that had left her nearly crippled in one leg and just shy of being torn in half. That had been years ago and still she had nightmares of it.

So how she managed to let Ian convince her to stay on his ship she has no idea, though at the moment she was tucked beneath a set of stairs out of the sun on the main deck where she wasn't feeling so claustrophobic. Her satchel held protectively close as she read through her notebook, flipping the page and continuing to write. Somehow writing distracted her enough to keep her from thinking too much about what could possibly be swimming beneath the ship.

And because writing was better than openly boggling at the crew members.]

[To whoever visited Amelia's comfy home in Blackgale and knew about her being a witch... well, there was always more space than there appeared. It was her mentor's old place of residence after all so even after 50 plus years she's pretty sure she's barely explored all the doors that appeared in the endless hallway. Amelia had been able to keep track of a good number of them, but every once in a while she found a surprise.

The door that led to a library located in another continent and world altogether was one of them. It's a recent discovery and slowly she's learning about this "Thedas" and the city of Kirkwall and the misfortune of magic users here known as the Gallows.

Amelia kept herself out of sight and mind from these mages elves and human. Obviously, being a magic user was a negative thing if they had to be present in this location at all time while being guarded by these Templars. Definitely didn't want any trouble here. How on earth would she explain HER kind of magic?

But the lure of books filled with the history and culture of this new and fantastical (if dangerous) world called to her and she makes her third visit longer than the first two (a few hours each of being discreet and listening and not even setting foot outside and reading through choice books quickly).

She's supposed to be careful, but soon the history of Grey Wardens, dwarves, the Chantry, and magic engulf her. Amelia sits surrounded by piles of books immersed in these pages.

And promptly forgetting that her invisibility spell has just wore off and that her red hair, spectacles, and different clothing would make her stand out...]

Edited 2012-10-19 06:52 (UTC)

[Well. This is an unprecedented development. Find their way off one world, only to smash through yet another spacial distortion... and wind up on a more habitable planet.]

[The caveat being -- one of them is not as he should be. Maybe they've managed to locate a hotel or something they can crash in for a while. But that's of little consequence to him. He's far more interested in trying to figure out what this strange new frame is capable of.]

[... starting with abusing the coffeepot.]

[It was one thing to somehow have Orsino appear on Air Temple Island and having to make sure he wouldn't be overwhelmed with his new surroundings. It was another thing to explain to Tenzin who Orsino was and how she knew the First Enchanter and her other worldly experience in Kirkwall and that magic business thingy (Although she didn't go too in depth. Just enough out of the bag so Tenzin would be welcoming towards the elf).

And then it was just getting ridiculous as Ikki and Meelo circled excitedly around the elf, exclaiming over his ears and robes, with the former shooting out a hundred questions about a time about whether Orsino had better hearing than everyone else around him and where did he come from, etc. Korra had to grab the two and get Jinora to reel her younger siblings in so she can FINALLY have some one on one with the mage.

She's led him to her usual training grounds, where the airbending gates reside. It's a cool afternoon and it's peaceful in this area where the bamboo plants are serene and the sound of the ocean is never too far away.]

Sorry about Tenzin's kids. They're... excitable to say the least.

[seriously whoever you feel like playing, I will make something up for them and we'll go.]

[The wards around the town were looking well today, though Mika made certain to double-check Jezebel's machinations and automatons just like the woman had showed her how. They hummed and chortled and blew oddly fragrant steam, their filigree hiding all the protective inscriptions that Jezebel and Mika had carved into them themselves. Rift was pleasantly quiet today, the town sleepy in the afternoon sun, the train station in a lull between arrivals and departures while it was still far too early for the saloon to be in full swing.

Mika took a moment to ease herself into a chair on the general store's porch, unhooking a wrench from her tool belt and setting to work on the metal and embellished leather harness that kept her right leg from limping. Well, usually it did. Today she'd found the knee-joint sticking and making her stumble, grumbling to herself as she had to adjust the straps around her shoe and noticed how it was rubbing her ruffled spats. She would definitely have to talk to Jezebel about that.

After several arduous minutes it became clear that she was simply not going to be able to fix it herself with the tools she had to hand. Jezebel had designed the mechanisms in the framework to allow her to walk smoothly as if she hadn't been lame at all, while still giving her exercise to strengthen the bad limb. Which meant that outside of the simpler maintenance like she'd done with the ankle, Mika required a more mechanically-trained eye to help her with it. The knee joint looked as if it was jammed somehow, grit and dirty grease had probably gotten it stuck, and she raised her wrench to give it a solid whack to loosen it out of pure frustration.]

[Aw, great. Just great.

There's a blackbird in Las Vegas -- no, really. What it's doing smack dab in the middle of Sin City is anyone's guess really. It's in front of a building no one else seems to notice. It's daytime so there isn't as many people out and about, but the bird does seem to realize that there's an invisible building.

The bird hops around letting out a pained chirp. It's left wing sticks out a sign of it being broken. It looks around desperately as if looking for something or someone. Or just trying to stay out of danger.]

Edited 2013-09-02 04:02 (UTC)

[ So there's a new guy on the base. Well, not new really, but apparently he's been decommissioned for some time (sound familiar?) and is making his way around. He was probably one of the first, didn't last very long in the field, fell into the ocean and that was that.

Well, until they dug up his body years later, and until they told him he was needed back on base. They promised he wouldn't have to do anything, train the recruits maybe, help with some strategy, but no combat. They said they won't strap him back in and make his partner realize what drowning feels like.

Silly Steve, he believed them.

So there he is, not really watching where he's going because it seems pretty empty in this hall, reading a language help book because if this is a permanent staple, he might as well learn a little Chinese. ]