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[21 Dec 2009|10:57pm] |
The ever changing scenery of the multiverse has expanded to include what appears to be a section of woodland that opens up into a sunbathed clearing today. Other Nexus goers can cancel any plans they might have had to have a picnic there, however. It has already been claimed by another visitor, one that is quite capable of filling most of the space by themselves. Lounging in the very heart of the clearing is a large black dragon, its wings spread over the ground as it suns itself and gazes at the rest of the Nexus with detached interest. The beast looks to be a little on the thin side for a dragon, its scales slightly dull and ashen and what few movements it makes marked with drowsiness. Winter has just ended in her home reality and she has only recently emerged from her den after a few months of hibernation. A couple successful hunts and a good rub against a decent rock formation to jumpstart the molting process will restore her to her usual glory.
Yawning lazily she curls her whip-like tail close to her body and slowly raises her head, uncrossing her forelegs and shifting her weight around a bit. She blinks almost dreamily as she directs her eyes to the Sign. Her gaze does not linger for long on the blindingly bright object, however, before she returns to regarding the multiverse at large. “What do you believe in?” she asks. It is a simple enough question, but one with countless answers. The dragon isn’t looking for anything in particular. She is simply bored and too lethargic to go hunting.
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[20 Dec 2009|07:36pm] |
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Ah, the Nexus. For those not appearing in person, there are terminals, vidscreens, blackboards...and artefact books? An old tome to be sure, open to a page inked with tight, slightly cramped handwriting:
With the solstice near upon, at the least in my realm, a question comes to mind:
To the rest of you, good folk, what - in your realm - is magic? What do you make of it?
An associate of mine has quite a talent for sleight of hand, chicanery and such that can give the appearance of sorcery, but that is all it is - sleight. Some cannot tell the difference.
True spellcraft is my art, but mine is for the most part transparent - abjuration, protective spells and subtle enchantments, the practical and the informational. Some might not call these things magic at all, for there is little spectacle to it.
But there is a different side to true spellcraft, conjuring creatures, tossing fireballs and lightning, raising the dead and shaping the earth. Such things are grand, they can be seen by all and sundry. This, to many, is 'real' magic.
What say you, for your realm and plane?
~ Adrimar, Magician in Service
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[20 Dec 2009|04:08pm] |
The Nexus is behaving oddly today. There's a water-filled shaft by the Sign.
It's a deep one, too, as is evidenced by the way it remains so still for a long while before the surface of the water suddenly begins to ripple and a blonde, finned head abruptly breaks the surface, oceanic eyes looking around boredly.
Then blinking, then looking again, then once again.
"...This is not the Caves of Menaces," the head's owner says suspiciously.
It's a light female voice, so those who are witnessing this whole spectacle probably won't be surprised to see a mermaid emerge from the water, her tail flicking powerfully to launch her out of the water and high into the air - from there, obviously having a flair for the dramatic, she neatly backflips to put herself out of range of the shaft's edges and glows briefly, landing from her jump on a pair of very nice legs and looking around once more. "Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before. And these people...they're so strange," she murmurs, making another sweep of the area with her eyes and now spotting the Sign.
"That's painful." But she moves closer with a self-assured stride and squiiiints hard to make out what it's saying. "Ask a question? A question? I'm not going to ask a question. I don't take orders from strange signs. Especially when I don't know where I am."
"...So where in the world am I?"
((Ashefish in mermaid form -- Ashefish in humanoid form. Just so you know what you're meant to be seeing.))
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[20 Dec 2009|06:42pm] |
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Rain flops down on a couch and puts his feet up, laying his guitar against the arm of it beside him. "Most wonderful time of the year, my ass. For those of you that don't have family or friends, what do the holidays mean to you?"
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[20 Dec 2009|11:01am] |
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Bouncing around the sign area and making Dog yodel excitedly as the big animal romps with her.
"So!" says the young woman, grinning from ear to ear as she shoves her hair out of her face with her splinted right hand. "I have a job! I heard this guy talking about a tournament that was open to the Nexus, 'n went and kicked a few guys in armor's $@$@#@s, and now I'm the king of Lore's monster hunter! And the sweetest part? Fifty gold coins per monster."
"Which brings up my question." She stops and flops onto the arm of a couch and puts an arm around Dog's neck. "Anybody know what to do with gold coins?"
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[20 Dec 2009|02:10am] |
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There seems to be a rather large malamute in the Nexus today... or maybe a black and white wolf? Either way, he's here, and seems to be searching for something, or someone. With an irritated growl, the canine transforms into a dog-like mech. "That slagger'd better not have gotten himself killed..." And then he sights the sign. Cue the cursing and averting of optics, "Slaaaag. Is that thing someone's idea of a sick joke, or what?"
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[20 Dec 2009|02:46am] |
[ Suddenly, in the middle of $area_name, there is a guy in a black cloak on an inexplicably tall chair stacked on top other chairs in an atrocity of logic. It's possible that he just stacked said chairs there, but much more likely that it's entirely spontaneous. Either way, it's probably going to fall over soon. ]
I'm preeeeeetty sure this isn't where I'm supposed to be. Just guessing, mind! [ A quick glance at a notecard aaaaand -- ] ... yeah, this is wrong. Oh well! Clearly I am lost and confused and not at all shirking my duties again, honest, Saïx, it was a genuine mistake! ... Yes. That'll work.
Does anyone have a ladder?
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[20 Dec 2009|12:39am] |
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Hank was restless. He asked, "How long does it take to get over someone?" He was thinking of his wife. Her betrayal and her death were mere moments apart, arguably the same thing. The pain was like a hydra's bite, always coming from where he was least prepared. He'd always began to accept one aspect of his loss just before the other would twist it's blade in his heart. And hence, he asked strangers what they thought; perhaps it could serve as a signpost on his endless journey.
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