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Post by vurma on Sept 7, 2013 11:58:10 GMT -5
Rafn had parted with Ciela in what he realized was yet another place he did not know. Sighing, he began to wander the streets looking for, well, anything. He had a fair amount of time until he was supposed to meet his... friend? He was still unsure of how much he could trust her, but from his experience so far she was very kind, and very open with him. For most of his life, all of the friends he had known were dead, so this would be a very interesting change of pace if she indeed turned out to be a friend to him. The buildings around him all started looking the same, so much that he was beginning to lose track of his location. This city was definitely not something Rafn saw himself getting used to, as it was much too large and dense compared to the sparse and quiet villages of his home. It was odd, he thought, that worlds upon worlds upon worlds were open to him now to explore and behold, yet all he could think of was his home. Innistrad wasn't perfect by any means but it was home, and the calming presence of his favorite spirits was something he had greatly missed since his 'accident'. Well, it was pointless to dwell on it now. Until he knew how to control his new found power, he was stuck in this massive city for Avacyn knows how long.
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Rafn's wandering had lasted enough time that the sky was beginning to darken, and he decided it was about time he started looking for the tavern that Ciela had designated. Wandering into a dark and empty alley, Rafn performed his usual ritual of calling some spirits for aid in finding his destination. Once he had his bearings, he set off west, for the Blinking Drake.
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Post by Icetigris on Sept 8, 2013 1:16:15 GMT -5
Back at the Izzet Guildhall, Ciela had arrived just in time to witness an explosion coming from the fabrication lab she'd been working in before.
"Oh shit." Ciela ran towards the lab door despite the smoke and electrical arcs, dodging a few goblins in the long hallway. As she burst into the room, she had only one thing on her mind. That thing, unfortunately, had been thrown across the room by the blast shockwave and shattered against the wall.
"Ah! Ms. Halefarne! We were waiting for you," a short, stocky goblin greeted cheerfully.
An incensed Ciela marched right past the guildmages and pointed at the wreck that was her prototype. "Can you explain to me what the FUCK happened here?!"
"Oh, ah, we were conducting an experiment and it...had a much higher power output than we were expecting," the goblin replied.
Ciela looked down at the goblin and then back up to a weary old human guildmage who was adjusting his mizzium gauntlet. She flared her nostrils. "First of all, and I should not have to tell you this, this is a fabrication, not test lab, so why in the name of Niv-Mizzet's ass were you TESTING in here?!" Ciela took a step closer. "Do you remember why I took this job? Do you remember why I help you with your absolutely batshit insane test flights that are 99.98% of the time destined for catastrophic failure? Why I offer you my skills in aeromancy? Why I put up with the bullshit of not being a full-time guildmage?"
This was not the first time these mages had born the brunt of this tirade, but they averted their eyes and looked at each other sheepishly.
Ciela slammed her fist down on the table. "SO I CAN USE THESE LABS WITHOUT PEOPLE DESTROYING MY WORK!" She snarled and smacked her palm on the table to punctuate her rage. A small crowd was gathering by the door; Ciela's rage was a thing to behold. "You do this one more time and I swear to the gods I will bring the damned Azorius in here over breaching contract, do I make myself clear?" Ciela heard whispers and snickers and her eyes locked onto the gaggle of guildmages outside. Her eyes snapped to the source of the sounds and they scattered, talking amongst themselves about what they'd just witnessed.
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After a long and frustrating day, Ciela was greatly looking forward to a quiet meeting with a fellow planeswalker at a bar she liked. There had been far too much bullshit for one day and her patience was at approximately zero. She arrived at the bar just as the streetlamps were being lit, the sky aflame in pinks, purples, and reds.
Ciela got herself a spicy drink before setting at a small table in the back corner of the Blinking Drake. It was a hole in the wall, but a warm, friendly, respectable sort of place, with worn blonde wood and antique crown glass windows. The background noise of other people's conversations and clinking glasses would be more than enough to conceal a quiet conversation between two off-worlders. She thought about buying the guy a drink, but figured he might be creeped out by it, so she felt in one of her pockets for money instead. She hoped he had some off-world cash on him for both curiosity's and practicality's sake, though if not, she did have an open tab.
A handsome, but overtly arrogant Izzet guildmage approached her table and, without even asking her, sat in the chair across from her.
"I'm waiting for a friend, can you sit somewhere else?" It wasn't a question. Ciela's voice was prickling with frustration.
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Post by vurma on Sept 8, 2013 11:45:53 GMT -5
The path to the Blinking Drake was mostly uneventful. The Spiritcaller elected to travel through primarily alleyways, as he preferred to not speak with anyone if he could avoid it. Naturally, there were some corpses in his path, and naturally he spent a few minutes examining each and taking what useful items they had on their bodies, though he found it was best not to linger too long. He had found a small notebook that had various dates and names in it, and a surprisingly large amount of numbers. It was emblazoned with what appeared to be a black and white star, with a purple clasp. There was a fair chance it would turn out to be useless, but if that were the case it was a very well made and sturdy book so he was sure he could find a use for it somewhere. Eventually the lights of the tavern were visible, so he entered after spending a few moments to admire the intricate carvings of the sign they had hanging. It was peculiar, he thought, that all of the worlds he had ventured to thus far shared a common language. It wasn't clear if it was his 'spark' that enabled him to comprehend them, or if it merely was coincidental that they all were the same, but that was something he could perhaps ask Ciela about.
The inn was very typical. Slightly more populous than that of his current 'residence' at the Gilded Lantern, but not overbearingly so. Rafn spotted Ciela sitting with someone who appeared to be allied with the dragon, Niv-Mizzet, and though he felt he was on fair terms with the Firemind, he elected to sit elsewhere until their conversation was finished. Rafn ordered himself an ale and sat at a table in the slightly darker opposing corner to his 'friend' and her acquaintance. His back to the wall, he stared directly at the pair and called forth a minor spirit to his side. "Listen to them," he ordered it, and he watched as it moved in their direction and quickly faded from view. She seemed trustworthy enough, yes, but she also didn't tell him she would be meeting someone else here, and he wanted to be sure.
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Post by Icetigris on Sept 9, 2013 0:59:57 GMT -5
The Izzet guildmage smirked, crossed one leg over the other, and gave her a cocky side-eyed glance. "I don't know, I like this spot, the view is nice."
Ciela's lip curled in disgust. "Listen buddy, I have had it up to here-" she gestured to her temple. "-with anyone and everyone involved with the Izzet today. I don't care if you're just here to come on to me, but I swear to the gods, I will choke the life out of you with your own breath if you don't get away from me right now."
He raised an eyebrow and uncrossed his legs. "Whoa-ho, fiesty!"
Ciela crossed her arms and glared with the rage of a thousand suns. "Get the fuck out of here."
The guildmage took the hint and rose to leave. "Well, I'll see you around the guildhall then," he said, winking over his shoulder before sauntering off.
"Ugh." Ciela watched as went up to the bar to get something, hoping he really was going to leave her alone. He wasn't bad-looking and maybe if she hadn't been so frustrated, she would have played along for a while, but not tonight.
She took another sip of her drink and went back to waiting for Rafn.
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Post by vurma on Sept 10, 2013 22:24:54 GMT -5
The geist he had summoned returned to him, delivering the dialogue that had transpired between Ciela and the other Dragon-allied mage. Rafn felt a little bad for eavesdropping, but he couldn't be too careful. Picking up his drink, he stood from his place in the corner booth and proceeded to head towards Ciela's location. He approached the table and took a seat before looking around the room and asking, "and we'll be free to talk here?"
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