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Lacuna nods in greeting, but ploughs through any pleasantries. "This is a mundane shed. From what I've found it's owner is just wanting for later in the season to return. There are no spatial distortions, and the incects within the hive have minimal, incect levels intelligence. Their minds are what you'd expect of incects."
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Aurora arrives and struggles through the tangle of allotments. Wholesome life glows all around her: plant life, microbes in the soil, birds in the sky and a few critters poking up here and there. What Lacuna says is true: the Thyrsus can see life building up beneath the soil, readying itself for the summer season of growth.
She can even make out, dimly though the grime spattered glass, the hive. The object itself is dim, and if it is Tass, she would need to Scrutinise it properly. The grubs within are a different matter: they glow with life. Batteries of power, gleaming like gemstones or powerful lights.
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Cracks in the Tapestry? “Do you mean the Tapestry of Time?” it was the only one she remembered being referred to as a Tapestry. “Any clue as to what caused them?” that wasn’t her thing anymore, and she longed for Tuesday.
She could analyze it to confirm the notion that it was Tass, but she trusted Sand.
Eyes blink as she listens, so they wanted her here to look at it with Life. Made sense, it was her thing now.
A nod of her head.
“Well, I think we should look at it before whoever built it returns. If it is Tass, then we can bet on the owner not wanting others poking around it.”
As to the intelligence of the whatever was in the Hive, well, she’d have to take a look.
Spring was certainly alive and well around them. It was still a shock to be out in nature and be able to sense and see the Life around her. A sight to see, one that would always fill her with awe.
The Hive was indeed alive. But she wants to get closer before really looking at it. “How close have you guys gotten?” she asks.
Life magic sparks as she reaches out to it. “I’m going to get closer to it, then take a real look at it.” And she slowly begins to walk closer to the hive. Silently hoping her spell works enough to mask her scent and not invoke an attack.
But once she feels she’s close enough, she had another spell ready to go.
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The hive is inside the converted shed / green house.
Inconveniently, the structure is locked by a very mundane padlock.
Aurora can get right up to the glass skin of the green house. Close enough to peer past the skein of accumulated grime and dirt; enough to note that the hive looks like it suspended from the the green houses's ceiling, hanging down among the plants.
The Shaman's spell goes off without a hitch. However, stuck on the wrong side of the glass, nothing appears to happen.
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Right, closed door. Some things slip past Langdon. He's gotten used to it happening. It's very easy to get distracted with the whole magic thing going on.
"Ah right, sorry. Let me handle the lock." Pen slides into a pocket as Langdon steps closer to the concerning shed. Stopping in front of the lock Langdon takes a moment to center himself. Then holds out a single hand, palm up. With a slow twist of his wrist a brown glyph forms, layers onto itself, and then flows into the padlock. The mystagogue then steps back from the door.
"More like Tapestry of reality...so Space and Time I guess? I look at it from the Space perspective. Though I guess that Time should be effected in a similar manner. Though I don't study that at all." A small shrug follows. Space and Time seem like the same side of the same coin from different angles...or could be. It's kind of messy.
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Langdon's hand moves.
The padlock springs open with a loud clack!
The door rattles as it yawns slowly open. Inside it just as they suspected: a gardening shed; a quiet refuge with shelf of books; an attached green house creating a claustrophobic conservatory.
With a big nest or hive hanging from the ceiling.
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Ignore the itch to learn, the sting of being behind in studies. Focus on the resources at hand.
"Well... shall we?"
Entering the greenhouse cautiously, eye on the Hive.
B/C
Africanized bees: typically much more defensive than other species of bee and react to disturbances faster than European honey bees. They can chase a person a quarter of a mile (400 m); they have killed some 1,000 humans, with victims receiving ten times more stings than from European honey bees.
= Bad day.
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Locked? Who locks a greenhouse door?
Picking locks was never her strong suit, but seems Langdon could fix it.
A grateful smile was offered to him as he worked his magic.
“Wish I could help with the Time part of it, but it’s not my Path anymore. But it doesn’t sound good either way.” The Tapestry being fucked with wasn’t a good thing.
Blue eyes look inside as the door opens, then looks to Sand and nods.
Time to see if her first spell worked. And if it didn’t and whatever was in that hive attacked, well, that would suck.
As she steps into the shed, she casts another Life spell, this time, wanting to analyze whatever was in the hive. Maybe she could learn more about whatever they were. Her steps bring her closer to the hive, closer than she was probably comfortable with, but she needed to know.
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Brow climbs as the Shaman speaks about her switching Paths. For someone who didn't want to talk about it, she brought it up a lot. "If you miss the weave of Time around yourself, maybe retrace your steps and begin again. The memories are there, right? Surly the practice would come swiftly."
A thought comes to mind as she stays outside the greenhouse. the closterphobic nature of the bulding clear for anyone with eyes, and for a women of 6'3, she'd rather not duck and huntch her way in there only to add to the problem.
WOrking throught the static of overloading her Pattern, Lacuna once more calls on the gross of Pandemonium, focusing on the sympathic connections between the hive and the place that obviously bore it.
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