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gameofmana2016-09-07 01:55 pm
gunbladegrrl) wrote in gameofmana2016-09-07 01:55 pm
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Every tree needs a SeeD
Who: Maria and whosoever bothers her!
What: A new arrival wakes up and tries to make sense of all this.
Where: Home!
When: Morning to noon.
Other: ??
A. Inside.
[The first thing Maria is aware of is pain.]
[This is because she is lying on two gunblades and a rifle. Aside from being uncomfortable in and of themselves, they also are holstered in such a way that lying on them bends her back in a miserable U. Which immediately tells her that she isn't where she should be. She doesn't sleep with her weapons strapped on, and if she DOES it certainly isn't on her back.]
[She's on her feet in two moments -- and looking all the more shocked when she is, because she should have been on her feet in only moment, but her body didn't respond correctly. Quick mental stock tells her that all her Junctions are gone. Reflexively, she slaps a hand to her chest, verifying that her Junction Device is indeed still there...]
[Worse and worse.]
[So it is that the sound of a door crashing violently open as it's kicked fills the air inside Home, and the girl barges out into the hallway. Her weapons aren't in her hands, but the scowl on the face and the tension in the broad muscles of her shoulder and back say that she's just looking for a reason -- or a person responsible.]
B. Outside.
[So nothing here is responsible. No one knows why. That's just super]
[Maria faces the tree, eyes squinched shut in concentration and one hand extended. While technically she doesn't need to have a hand out to Draw magic, she's always found it easier that way -- a mental prop to help her focus, as it is. But all the focus she can muster isn't enough. She can't Draw.]
[Letting out a snarl of frustration, she checks the little device in her other hand, makes a couple adjustments to it with a flick of her thumb, then sticks her free hand out again. Maybe this time.]
[Urrrrrrrrrrghhh...]
What: A new arrival wakes up and tries to make sense of all this.
Where: Home!
When: Morning to noon.
Other: ??
A. Inside.
[The first thing Maria is aware of is pain.]
[This is because she is lying on two gunblades and a rifle. Aside from being uncomfortable in and of themselves, they also are holstered in such a way that lying on them bends her back in a miserable U. Which immediately tells her that she isn't where she should be. She doesn't sleep with her weapons strapped on, and if she DOES it certainly isn't on her back.]
[She's on her feet in two moments -- and looking all the more shocked when she is, because she should have been on her feet in only moment, but her body didn't respond correctly. Quick mental stock tells her that all her Junctions are gone. Reflexively, she slaps a hand to her chest, verifying that her Junction Device is indeed still there...]
[Worse and worse.]
[So it is that the sound of a door crashing violently open as it's kicked fills the air inside Home, and the girl barges out into the hallway. Her weapons aren't in her hands, but the scowl on the face and the tension in the broad muscles of her shoulder and back say that she's just looking for a reason -- or a person responsible.]
B. Outside.
[So nothing here is responsible. No one knows why. That's just super]
[Maria faces the tree, eyes squinched shut in concentration and one hand extended. While technically she doesn't need to have a hand out to Draw magic, she's always found it easier that way -- a mental prop to help her focus, as it is. But all the focus she can muster isn't enough. She can't Draw.]
[Letting out a snarl of frustration, she checks the little device in her other hand, makes a couple adjustments to it with a flick of her thumb, then sticks her free hand out again. Maybe this time.]
[Urrrrrrrrrrghhh...]
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I am sorry, I've never heard of that. My magic usually works by speaking to the elements, but...[Well, as she had said, they were pretty much asleep. No waking them? No magic to be had.]
Evidence?
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[Her frustration doesn't preclude her from noticing the tall woman's confusion, and she turns to address the question more thoroughly.]
Paramagic is a technique for giving normal humans access to magical energy, by Junctioning powerful energy beings to them to allow its manipulation.
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[Not that it is for her, either, but such is life. At least at the moment. She gives a little bow, then, and spreads her hands palms up.]
I am Alastirra, a Farseer for the Draenei people. Who are you?
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Then again, I have seen no other Draenei. Nor do I truly expect to. I would be very surprised.
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Though to judge by the rooms that seem occupied within, we are hardly the only ones, so not truly alone, at least.
I do wish that my ability to speak to the elements had not been stifled; that would really come in handy right now! Perhaps I could ask them what was going on?
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[Because whatever one is, she sure doesn't see one.]