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Cool, didn't want to assume!
Coming up from the stairs, "Didn't step in a Fate trigger this time." she announces, with a grin, only to loose it as Star makes sense. Why did he have to make sense?
"Fuck. Uh. Could you put the Cerberus back when we're done? Or is it gone?" It's probably gone, she might try her hand as Fate but her Soul wasn't Fate blessed. Or whatever. "Fuck." because sometimes you just needed to swear.
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"Nice. Good job." Spells
For realsies. Place like this? Like a minefield, yo.
"Sure? I guess?" Just do the reverse, right? Then r u n. Do it from way far away. "So. What's down there? Are we done?"
Funny how quickly reality... or a facsimile thereof... knocks the shine off of curiosity.
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"Weeeeeellll." she says, dragging it out, "Not done. I didn't get far. Pretty fucking dark." she says, but she could night vision her eyes, couldn't she? Buuut "There's lit torches, seems very linear, with a hallway, but like I said. I didn't get far. Didn't want to risk another...uh. Yeah, she says.
"Wanna explore the dark and creepy temple with me?" she asks. She wants to go forward, and she just might do it anyway Fate triggers be damned.
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Uh, no? Okay. Maybe?
I went to the Astral Tomb of an Exarch and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
Imagine wearing that.
"All right. Let's go see. But, like. You gotta watch out? This may take some," finger waggling. She'd said triggers, after all. Down the stairs, woop, there it is. These Aether eyes see them; glyphs made of sparkling threads, light shone and focused into single spectrum. Given purpose. It's a shame. Least favorite part of the job. Like jabbing a beautiful spider's web with a stick just to tear it apart. "Okay..."
They're not half bad, either. Strong. Call it fifty-fifty on fast casting. Maybe less. Dropping rits, though? Risky. Decisions, decisions. Blow glitter, maybe, or be sitting ducks. Yeah, that's not a contest.
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Long fingers are almost reverent as they trace the sigils and the whisper of High Atlantean describes a spell every Radixor Initiate knows. The weaves are strong, though, laced each time with the corresponding threads that will shape the keys to those locks. Arcadia. Pandemonium. Stygia. They are all the wind beneath the angel's wing. They're good casts. Not good enough. Over and over the pure white weaves shatter on their counterparts. Breathe. Eventually, one by one, the offending glyphs surrender to the pure white light.
Nothing's ever locked.
"...Okay."
Star is an Initiate in all three corresponding Arcana and is able to use Dispel Magic rather than Supernal Dispellation, so no Paradox rolls are needed.
I split this into two different posts to get the full Mana spend (6) registered.
6 Spells total
Saber Sloth "Bump" this post
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Briar Rose stalks back down to the underground hall, with the Illusionist following behind. The Shaman hangs back, pacing, in the gloom while Star pours righteous white light through the space, burning out all trace of the offending glyphs.
Nothing appears to happen in response.
Briar Rose sets off again, eagerly moving through the pillared hallway with its low ceiling. Torchlight flickers making the painted murals on the walls shimmer in the gloom.
Silence. Even her footfalls are muffled.
There are two exits at the opposite end of the hallway: a passage leading north and a passage leading south.
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Watching Star work is...amazing. Power, control. Certainty. He works his Will and the Temple responds in it's silence. No, alarms, no sudden appearance by other creatures of Hades.
Hearing her steps suddenly fade into quietness, is eerie, but expected considering their location. Two paths, now. She wished she knew enough to Divine, but she didn't, and so, she chooses North. North was home, maybe it'll prove itself to her again. Or maybe not. Home was a disappointment, more often the not.
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"So...," he bobbed his eyebrows. "This little Tinkerbell is about out of pixie dust."
Yeah, that's a thing. You can fly you can fly you can fly you can fly... until you can't. Weird, yo. Like the wind on a bald scalp. Gotten super used to being glittered up like someone with a Bedazzler kit and too much time on their hands.
"Keep that in mind? Fair warning: got one, maybe two rounds left in the chamber." Blue-green eyes slid upward. "Minus one if we're setting Fido free on the way out."
Gotta spell it out. Like ay bee cee spell, not bippity boppity boo spell. B-Ro seems like the type to do even less planning than angels, so. Eeny meeny miney mo...
"Your call which way."
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They take the north passage. It does not go far, opening out into a small chamber.
A torch offers a limited light, casting flickering shadows across walls that are thick with murals. Treasures - gold and silver objects - glow warmly in the dim light. Chests and a bookcase filled with ornate scrolls line the walls.
Positioned in the north-west corner is a large sarcophagus that feels like it takes up a large volume of the available space.
The air is thick, heavy, and stale.
Some of the scrolls seem crisper, heavier under Supernal Vision. A blue and a brown glyph glow sluggishly from within the fabric of the sarcophagus.
Briar Rose still has Pulse of the Living World active and she can tell that there is very little Life in this room.
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"That's....something." good to know that Mr. Badass wasn't a bottomless well. But. Well. It would be nice if he was. Just sayin'.
Either way she choosesdisappointmentnorth, and, well. Not what she expected. Honestly she'd come to expect an open place, or a slight hall. The scent of death and dust. Old mold and fire tickling her senses, but this.
This.
The gold and silver things, are glittering and enticing, but entirely uninteresting. The scrolls, pique her interest but the sarcophagus arrests her attention.
Tomb of the Exarch, they'd been promised, and here. "Do you....do you think?" she asks, hushed and a little awed at the possibility.
B-Ro dropped her Life Sight when Star casted Prime Flow. So, sadly she doesn't know there's Life here :(
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