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eastbound2023-08-16 06:46 pm
recklessenough) wrote in eastbound2023-08-16 06:46 pm
Video - Backdated to House of Manouk
[OOC: For the sake of clarity, these events happened 1 hour before Karsa transported the group away from the House of Manouk!]
un: man's greatest treasure
[The camera turns on by luck, mistake, or accident, angled in a way that suggests the usual wearer of this device has taken her talisman off and set it on a table. Viewers are treated to the library of the House of Manouk, emptied out of people, safe for this one.
The witch, standing on a stool to reach a book on one of the shelves, the title of it is not visible from this far. The book goes into the pouch she carries at her side, which should by all means not fit the book without losing shape, but there you have it. That done, she hops down to the ground, and removes a bottle of liquid from the same pouch, uncorking it.
Oil. Hermione pours it on the floor, splashes it on the shelves, empties it whole. One of the spirits seen around the House floats into view, looking amused. If ghosts could titter, this one would be tittering.]
That should do it. [She notices the company, and hurriedly moves into view of the device projecting her recording to the whole wide network, picking it up.] What do you think? It's bound to make the terrible man who did this to you very upset, I'm sure.
[(If ghosts could clap.)
But there is one more thing to do. She walks to the edge of the library, near the door, and picks up her device, puts it around her neck - notices it is switched on. (Assumes the connection is open to just two people.)]
Alright, everyone else ready? Light it up and run to the waypoints.
[The recording picks up the final moment, Hermione speaking Incendio out of view, and a wicked flame spreading across the library floor like a lash of fire. Then it ends.]
******
un: lockwood
[ Technically there was a way to send response messages, privately, but Lockwood didn’t even consider the option. He was too focused on his part of this plan.
Lockwood was knackered. When he looked back on the events to follow, he’d like to be able to believe that had he not been utterly exhausted, he would have been more reasonable about the whole situation. But; woulda, coulda, shoulda.
The most thoughts that were forefront in his exhaustion muddled conscious thinking, were a deeply ingrained need to settle the spirits in the house. Except, with no access to silver, iron, or the furnaces of DEPRAC, he figured the way to deal with this situation was to set fire to the Sources directly.
Except there were no specific Sources. This should have been where Lockwood put the brakes on this endeavor, but … exhausted … he doubled down instead.
If there were no specific sources, then he’d just burn the areas of the house where the spirits seemed to be anchored. The Maze. The shuttered hall room in the Grounds, and finally the bare stone room in the Dungeons.
Hermione had covered the Grounds, and Dany had the Maze, so Lockwood was busy setting the Dungeons alight. He’d gathered as many discarded and ripped pages as he could find, as well as his share of cooking oil from the kitchen, and built small bundles of firestarter under anything in the Dungeon that looked flammable. Using trails of oil to connect the bundles of kindling, when his video came on, he was bent over and setting a match to three lines of oil, in conjunction to Hermione’s ’Incendio’
The oil lit up with a whoosh, and in short order the piles of kindling were popping and exploding, fire rising quickly towards any combustible surface it could reach. Shadows flitted in and out of the flames, figures that appeared to be ghosts, all of them laughing or cheering with a manic sort of glee. ]
Be at peace. [ Lockwood said softly, though he wasn’t one to talk kindly to ghosts -as a rule- he had started to pick up Lucy’s habits when it came to the spirits who weren’t actively trying to kill him. ]
******
un: stormborn
[Everything had been discussed and decided with more alacrity than previously experienced by Dany. Locations were quickly decided, along with methods and the meeting point afterwards. It's all so simple and flows so easily, there's little reason for Dany to worry or reflect on what they mean to do.
With her transmission on, the viewer will see the black and red dragon swooping and circling wildly. He's restless, snapping at the air and giving a low screech. It's grating, nails on a chalkboard. The unnerving sound suits the quiet, dead atmosphere of the maze. There's no way for the viewer to smell or feel the heaviness in the air, but it's obvious from how slowly Drogon beats his wings or Dany sighs.
The last time she destroyed the dwelling of ghosts and necromancers, there was no oil. At the very least, it could direct the flames more easily. Her arm reaches into frame, encouraging Drogon to land on her arm. There's the sound of oil spilling onto the ground. This lasts for a short time before Dany backs up, treating the viewers to a first person perspective to the coming conflagration. The others had started, she's the last. Her arm nudges, encouraging Drogon to take flight again.
Calmly, softly, she calls out:]
Dracarys.
[A black stream of flame spreads across the floor, the oil catching easily.]
That should be the end of it. Find peace.
un: man's greatest treasure
[The camera turns on by luck, mistake, or accident, angled in a way that suggests the usual wearer of this device has taken her talisman off and set it on a table. Viewers are treated to the library of the House of Manouk, emptied out of people, safe for this one.
The witch, standing on a stool to reach a book on one of the shelves, the title of it is not visible from this far. The book goes into the pouch she carries at her side, which should by all means not fit the book without losing shape, but there you have it. That done, she hops down to the ground, and removes a bottle of liquid from the same pouch, uncorking it.
Oil. Hermione pours it on the floor, splashes it on the shelves, empties it whole. One of the spirits seen around the House floats into view, looking amused. If ghosts could titter, this one would be tittering.]
That should do it. [She notices the company, and hurriedly moves into view of the device projecting her recording to the whole wide network, picking it up.] What do you think? It's bound to make the terrible man who did this to you very upset, I'm sure.
[(If ghosts could clap.)
But there is one more thing to do. She walks to the edge of the library, near the door, and picks up her device, puts it around her neck - notices it is switched on. (Assumes the connection is open to just two people.)]
Alright, everyone else ready? Light it up and run to the waypoints.
[The recording picks up the final moment, Hermione speaking Incendio out of view, and a wicked flame spreading across the library floor like a lash of fire. Then it ends.]
un: lockwood
[ Technically there was a way to send response messages, privately, but Lockwood didn’t even consider the option. He was too focused on his part of this plan.
Lockwood was knackered. When he looked back on the events to follow, he’d like to be able to believe that had he not been utterly exhausted, he would have been more reasonable about the whole situation. But; woulda, coulda, shoulda.
The most thoughts that were forefront in his exhaustion muddled conscious thinking, were a deeply ingrained need to settle the spirits in the house. Except, with no access to silver, iron, or the furnaces of DEPRAC, he figured the way to deal with this situation was to set fire to the Sources directly.
Except there were no specific Sources. This should have been where Lockwood put the brakes on this endeavor, but … exhausted … he doubled down instead.
If there were no specific sources, then he’d just burn the areas of the house where the spirits seemed to be anchored. The Maze. The shuttered hall room in the Grounds, and finally the bare stone room in the Dungeons.
Hermione had covered the Grounds, and Dany had the Maze, so Lockwood was busy setting the Dungeons alight. He’d gathered as many discarded and ripped pages as he could find, as well as his share of cooking oil from the kitchen, and built small bundles of firestarter under anything in the Dungeon that looked flammable. Using trails of oil to connect the bundles of kindling, when his video came on, he was bent over and setting a match to three lines of oil, in conjunction to Hermione’s ’Incendio’
The oil lit up with a whoosh, and in short order the piles of kindling were popping and exploding, fire rising quickly towards any combustible surface it could reach. Shadows flitted in and out of the flames, figures that appeared to be ghosts, all of them laughing or cheering with a manic sort of glee. ]
Be at peace. [ Lockwood said softly, though he wasn’t one to talk kindly to ghosts -as a rule- he had started to pick up Lucy’s habits when it came to the spirits who weren’t actively trying to kill him. ]
un: stormborn
[Everything had been discussed and decided with more alacrity than previously experienced by Dany. Locations were quickly decided, along with methods and the meeting point afterwards. It's all so simple and flows so easily, there's little reason for Dany to worry or reflect on what they mean to do.
With her transmission on, the viewer will see the black and red dragon swooping and circling wildly. He's restless, snapping at the air and giving a low screech. It's grating, nails on a chalkboard. The unnerving sound suits the quiet, dead atmosphere of the maze. There's no way for the viewer to smell or feel the heaviness in the air, but it's obvious from how slowly Drogon beats his wings or Dany sighs.
The last time she destroyed the dwelling of ghosts and necromancers, there was no oil. At the very least, it could direct the flames more easily. Her arm reaches into frame, encouraging Drogon to land on her arm. There's the sound of oil spilling onto the ground. This lasts for a short time before Dany backs up, treating the viewers to a first person perspective to the coming conflagration. The others had started, she's the last. Her arm nudges, encouraging Drogon to take flight again.
Calmly, softly, she calls out:]
Dracarys.
[A black stream of flame spreads across the floor, the oil catching easily.]
That should be the end of it. Find peace.
audio; un: man's greatest treasure
Ah, drat. My bloody message transmitted to the whole network. Apologies, both - also, please check in that you're well.
un: absterge
Run.
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To flee swiftly.
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[Drogon is already ahead of her, but straw sandals don't have the best traction. Despite whatever grace she might have, Dany slips and slides over the floor, tripping on her feet.]
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Tell that to my feet!
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Can't your - Drogon - carry you?
[Sometimes witches need to be reminded they're witches when they're in trouble, in her experience.]
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[She's also doesn't have the time to explain that she only has ridden Drogon twice and her control of him is still something up in the air.]
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[She gives a yelp as flames lick at her feet. Still, she pushes herself as fast as possible, though her speed has been battered.]
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But currently he was too busy running and fighting his way up out of the dungeon. He'd check in eventually. ]