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[aurable]

Hey, Drift here.

Brevity is the soul of wit and getting us the hell out of here, so I'll try to keep this to the point.

I've managed to speak to Remi, and now that I'm awake, I've been putting together what we already know. This deal with the orb, this 'phyllie' went awry, and now Remi has been feeding it immense arcane energy to keep up his end of the bargain. We all got a pretty good idea by now of how that's going.

I offered a possible solution, and it involves getting past that Sphynx and finding his body. The idea of offering something on our end to counteract the curse has been thrown around, and while Remi wasn't convinced it would work, he has expressed a willingness to try.

If you've seen me around, you've likely seen the greatsword strapped to my back. It's an artifact from Cybertron that siphons energy from my spark- the very essence of my life. Arguably you could call it my soul, but I doubt we want to waste time on a philosophical debate. My point is that energy can be channeled and redirected.

We juice Phyillie with pure, living energy and cross our fingers.

If that doesn't work, now would be an excellent time to develop plans B and C.

And

Remi gave me a parting gift that will help.

( ooc: please feel free to thread hop! )

Comments

[peasant]

you blame me for doubting you but you doubted me every step of the way too.
if we're going to keep blaming each other instead of baghra then i can blame you for never believing in me.
it's not fair. you want understanding for your mistakes but you refuse to understand mine.

[ swallowing her anger to pretend she feels any regret at running feels like choking on burning bile, unpleasant and acidic — but she manages, despite the nausea it brings. he doesn't need to know that she would make the same choice to escape, again and again, in the name of her freedom. that she knows how right she had been, to flee from him and his plotting.

instead, she continues, scrambling for what might disarm and soften his own bitter, distrusting resentment toward her. ]

can't you at least try to understand? is it so difficult for you to imagine how confused and terrified she made me?
this life and this power is still so new to me. i was scared. people don't make calm decisions when they're scared.

aleksander.
i deserved to know who you really were before we nearly fell into bed together.
i think you can at least agree with that much.

[cruelyethuman]

[Coming out of the dreams with the reminder of his mistake bleeding down his face, has left the Darkling with lingering shame and the same desperate yearning for Alina that soared through his veins at the Winter Fete. Alina's own admission to where the night might have ended, if it hadn't been for his mother and his own guarded personality, is too much.

Alina is dangling his ever desire in front of him, that she will listen. That she will believe and doing this over the impersonal network is unbearable.

The flickering of hope that her actions in his dream kindled, flares.]

You did deserve to know, but Alina, this is not the place for it. Meet me, and we can talk about this.

[peasant]

[ her stomach flips and falls, sinking out from beneath her in dread. meet me. convincing him in person is a harder trial to face than threading together half-truths over the network. with her heartbeat in her throat, she chews on her lip, weighing her options for a flash of a second before, ]

okay.
but after.
we have a princess to save and an orb to retrieve first.

[ — and, in the time between, maybe she'll better prepared for facing him. ]