Jaenelle Angelline (deeperthanblack) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-18 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaenelle angelline, seth nightlord |
Who: Jaenelle Angelline and [OPEN, psychics welcome to hear her]
What: Stranger in a Strange Land
Where: Random city street
When: early evening
Rating: TBD
Status: incomplete
It was just another potion. Then again, for Jaenelle Angelline, it was never "just" anything. Anytime she found a recipie for a healing brew, or a new tonic for Papa, it was a matter of tweaking the ingredients, scrapping all the excess, and improving the effect until she was satisfied.
Of course, in the course of her investigations, this often led to a few minor explosions. Luckily her shields were strong, and her reflexes sharp.
But this time, something happened. Something that was unexpected. The brew began to color, as she wanted, but when the bubbling began, it was quick work to snap a Black shield in place. The explosion shattered the cauldron, filling the workshop with smoke. Jaenelle waited, knowing nothing was going to be able to penetrate the shields around her. It had taken many years for her to reach this comfort level with her strength, many years under Saetan's gentle guidance. Witch. The living myth. The first, last, and only of the Blood to wear the Birthright Black.
She felt a change just as the smoke began to clear. Something soft and subtle, but a severe enough blow to her connection with the land to jar her. Something had changed. Something had changed. Jaenelle called up an ounce of Craft and dismissed the smoke around her. Then her sapphire eyes widened in shock. Stone streets. The odd carriages that moved through them. The people. Landens all, for she could feel no trace of Blood strength in any of them, and yet, the carriages were powered by no animal she could see.
Jaenelle backed up, against the wall of a building, looking around for anything she could recognize. Nothing, not even the land, was familiar. The land was different, cold and weak. Worried, and trying not to let herself edge from there into frightened, Jaenelle send a thought into the Darkness, a psychic cry to anyone who might hear it.
*Hello?*