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The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-08-06 19:40:00

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!days 150-159, albert de morcerf, allen walker, amami riku, apollo justice, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, excel, fay d. flourite, gokudera hayato, howard link, johnny rayflo, kiryuu zero, kudo shinichi, kuroba kaito, minami ikki, nabuca, nakayama yayoi, rabi, ryougi shiki, sakura, uchiha itachi, wanijima akito, watanuki kimihiro, yoi-te, yuffie kisaragi, {cara mason}, {charles j. krishund}, {chaz villette}, {elgala}, {howell jenkins}, {il palazzo}, {kharg meleol nidellia}, {kohaku}, {lenalee lee [1]}, {lucy}, {mireille bouquet}, {natsume maya}, {red xiii/nanaki}, {shut hell}, {simi}, {sohma rin}, {uruki}, {zack fair}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{almaz von almadine adamant}}}, {{{bianchi}}}, {{{cloud strife}}}, {{{date masamune}}}, {{{hakuba saguru}}}, {{{james t. kirk}}}, {{{leonard 'bones' mccoy}}}, {{{mao}}}, {{{mikaila}}}, {{{miranda lotto}}}, {{{mitani wataru}}, {{{revan}}}, {{{spock}}}, {{{taiki}}}, {{{tailmon}}}, {{{toboe}}}, {{{zelgadis greywords}}}, ~{weaver}

Who: All regular Blanks
Where: In your dorms
When: Day 155 and 156
What:

[It doesn't really happen all at once, or to every dorm at the same time. But over these two days, you might spy a tiny spider slipping under the door. It is soon followed by several others, skittering along the floor, up the common room table and small cocoons of webbing are industriously opened. Almost as quickly and efficiently they scatter, vanishing.

If you missed this event... then perhaps you simply looked over and saw six small memory berries and the traces of webbing around them, fine threads catching the torchlight.]

((OOC: Two things! FIRST! Start your dorm's threads with [Your Team Name] for the sake of organization. SECOND. When you take your memories, ping Nishi with a thread link.))

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Re: [Hydra]

sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 02:32 am UTC (link)

As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.

[[You circle your apprentice slowly, staff tapping on the flagstone floor. Daft child had fallen asleep again in front of the pot he was to watch. Right where you'd left him, right down to the same pose, slumped at the table and chin cupped in his cheek, except now he was drooling a bit, like an elderly house-currwis.

You consider, rubbing out your arthritic knuckles, what to do with the child. The teen seemed to spend half the time flitting after a pretty face or reciting some lofty ideal that only the young or daft believed in. And the rest... You sigh, you knew you shouldn't have taken on this bright eyed thing, no matter how much potential he seemed to have, or how bright his chatter was.

The mixture was well and soured far past any use. The Queen's Fingers was a delicate but deadly plant, the wrong heat on it would destroy the medicinal properties of it and reduce it to little but poison at best, a gooey, foul-smelling mess at worst... A quick, professional glance tells you it would boil over in a few minutes... No. With a wry smile, you correct yourself: It WILL boil over in a few moments.

You turn, staff steadying your gait as you make your way for the door. If words were no use, another day wading through the sludge and fending off insects to replace your stock might beat some life skills into the brat.]]

As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.

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Re: [Hydra]

sabra_la_iudex
2010-08-07 02:35 am UTC (link)

[There is the gentle sound of a shuttle moving through taut thread, and as the memory settles deep, your eyes open to the familiar garments of your kin on both yourself and those around you, dyed proud and bright.

Rough and practical, clothes like these don't take shit from anything or anyone. Not you, not each other, and not that four feet of swamp mud it's gone through and come out the other side, still dry. Both genders get a one-piece jump suit made from a blend of oiled cort and spider-silk. It's tough enough to endure damn near anything, woven tight enough to turn water, and when that fails at least it'll still keep you warm. Along the bottom, it tucks into a set of waterproofed, leather workboots. Pockets with mushwood buttoned flaps are placed at the sides of the suit's legs, with slightly deeper pockets at the waist. The rest of the suit is fitted with matching wooden buttons that close up the top half. The men have a plain, sleeved shirt underneath in an appropriate shade of green, while the women's version is sleeveless. Dark, heavy coats with long tails and a set of matching (if plain) bandannas round out the outfit.]

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	Re: [Hydra] righthandsmoke 2010-08-07 02:39 am UTC (link)
	[doesn't seem to have even noticed the change in clothing, putting one hand to his head and staring at the other in confusion] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Hydra] assumedposition 2010-08-07 02:44 am UTC (link)
	[STARING. OPENLY.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Hydra] righthandsmoke 2010-08-07 02:47 am UTC (link)
	[GOSH THIS HAND IS INTERESTING] Poison of the marshlands, huh . . . (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Hydra] assumedposition 2010-08-07 02:48 am UTC (link)
	... Scowl? Our clothes... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Hydra] righthandsmoke 2010-08-07 02:52 am UTC (link)
	Wha—ah! These are . . . I was wearing these. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Hydra] assumedposition 2010-08-07 02:53 am UTC (link)
	Huh. ... Cool! Maybe we'll get something else if I take mine? [OM NOMMING] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)