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The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2010-12-16 19:20:00

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!history, aeris gainsborough, allen walker, ashikawa mitsuru, claude c. kenni, edward elric, excel, gokudera hayato, howard link, jace beleren, johnny rayflo, kiryuu zero, minami ikki, sumeragi kururu, wanijima akito, yamamoto takeshi, yuffie kisaragi, {emil castagnier}, {nicholas d. wolfwood}, {uruki}, {zim}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{frey wilhazen}}}, {{{james t. kirk}}}, {{{toboe}}}, {{{zelgadis greywords}}}

Who: Any
Where: At the base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, early autumn
What:

[The great mountain is the largest mountain on the content known as the First Land. It is a marker that can be seen over most of the lands of Pyxis and Canis for its inspiring height. The crystal city, in all of its marvels is built into the western side of it, perhaps a fourth of the way up in a valley between it and the nearest mountain.

Its peak is obscured by the clouds, and no traveler or climber ascending to its great top has ever come back alive, leading most to simply accept that it was a dwelling place of the Gods and thus, no place for man or his ilk.

Today, at its base, a priest is pouring over detailed construction plans that seem to shift and expand under their own magic as he pens in the countries and supplies as they come in.

Great flags of black are set in an enormous circle, stretching out of sight in an enormous circle, and far into the lands that are considered Pyxis.

A great deal of shelters are set up, most tent at the moment, within the circle. Food and water getting the first stone structures erected and thus far are without guard.

A young Ophiuchus of Caduceus cut greets you as you approach, and waves you to the table that the hooded, red lined priest sits.]

His excellency has requested you report directly to him. Please hurry and send your representative.

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	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-10-10 10:41 pm UTC (link)
	[ --blinking at the sound. ] ...huh? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-10-10 10:54 pm UTC (link)
	[She pauses to wipe off her fingers, keeping the stains hidden within the cloth.] Try not to move yet. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-10-11 02:51 am UTC (link)
	Move...? [ ...tries to look at his right without actually shifting his head. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-05 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	[Rods and wires spill from under the cloth covering where his arm ends, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle just waiting to be worked together. The smell of dust and Pavo in the air mingles, just faintly, with the scent of blood.] The feelings . . . it's the link. But the structure isn't all there, so your body wouldn't know what to do. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-20 08:52 am UTC (link)
	[ he frowns at the sight for a moment, the words sinking in one by one. ] ...phantoms... s'called. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-20 04:16 pm UTC (link)
	To us, they're the body's memories. And for simple works, like this . . . [Curls a wire around her finger, only it feels, in that moment, like her finger resting in the centre of his palm.] We're taking those memories and building them form. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-22 06:39 am UTC (link)
	[ ... his eyes shift back to meet hers. ] ...from that form... 'd there be new memories? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-23 02:58 am UTC (link)
	[Her lips twitch.] Not as detailed. But more than nothing. [A few more wires, and it's almost as if his finger was curled around hers. Her voice softens.] It would be my honour to make new memories with you, my lord Kenni. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-24 03:01 am UTC (link)
	..."Chrys". (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-26 01:24 pm UTC (link)
	[Cups his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek.] My Chrys. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-26 05:56 pm UTC (link)
	[ closes his eyes, focus drifting to that heightened sensation of her skin against his. ] ...yours. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-26 06:53 pm UTC (link)
	[There's the sound of metal on metal, somewhere close to where his arm isn't, close to where her other hand is moving. But the touch stays, the warmth of it, the pressure and movement of her fingers . . . and the soft touch of her lips on his forehead.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-26 07:37 pm UTC (link)
	[ his hand moves to cover the one on his face, closing gently over it. ] My Feathers. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-26 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	[Another kiss, soft and lingering against his cheek.] Stay with me? Open your eyes, Chrys. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-26 10:20 pm UTC (link)
	[ ...they do so, half-lidded, looking up at her face. ] ... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-26 10:29 pm UTC (link)
	Don't sleep. Don't drift off. Stay with me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-26 10:50 pm UTC (link)
	...mm... Not going anywhere. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2011-11-26 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	Good. [Her hand slips from his cheek, brushing his lips as she picks her tools back up, ready to finish what she's started.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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tothelight
2011-11-26 11:22 pm UTC (link)

[ lowers his hand to the floor, still watching her...

...he finds himself talking again, though he's not quite sure about what. Something in the vein of stories, definitely, ones from his childhood, when he and Red would huddle together on the floor by the light of a tiny candle and read, careful to hide the light from the rest of the house, so late at night... stories of tinkers, and inventors, and the discoveries they lucked on or worked towards, towns they saved in the nick of time... explorers and adventurers, searching for lost cities... ]

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roadtothesky
2011-11-27 04:09 pm UTC (link)

[She listens, giving small answers, here and there, or questions, slipped in so subtly as to give him no pause. "Of course he would. Curl your first finger?" "Mmm, if it was like that . . . move your thumb?" One by one, mapping his responses to a building web of metal and gears, a construct wound and powered by the subtlest movements of his body, by impulses sent to flesh no longer there.]

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	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2011-11-27 08:13 pm UTC (link)
	[ each response comes without much of real conscious thought, each request obediently followed... when he falters in his words, hers prompt him to pick up again, and he does, the back of his mind reminding him of the goal of keeping his voice in the air, over the quiet. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] roadtothesky 2012-01-01 05:16 am UTC (link)
	[Finally, she simply reaches over to his other hand, holding it still as she looks down at him.] Would you touch me, Chrys? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2012-01-01 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	... [ there's no real thought in it, as he reaches up for the side of her face. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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roadtothesky
2012-01-01 06:08 pm UTC (link)

[No thought . . . no moment to think about what should or shouldn't be there, no question of how it might work . . . just the desire to move, and the metal frame of a clockwork arm reaching in response to that desire, skeletal fingers curving up to her cheek.

The sensation of pressure as those fingers make contact, different than the intricate sensations of true touch, but still something, still there.]

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	Re: [Other Arrivals] tothelight 2012-01-01 07:29 pm UTC (link)
	[ those fingers that move from cheek to jawline, tracing and feeling the contours, the subtle changes of pressure under metal tips... ] ... [ eyes moving from hers to the moving clockwork. ] This is...? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)