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ximilialog2023-02-16 01:15 am
bindsthedead) wrote in ximilialog2023-02-16 01:15 am
Open | Station Log
CHARACTERS: Sabriel
LOCATION: Throughout the station
DATE: Second half of February
CONTENT: Catch-all log!
WARNINGS: Possible discussion/description of injuries
Infirmary
[It's depressing how often it's happened- the mission ends with a fight, and the infirmary fills up. Sabriel's in the infirmary, trying to help everyone who was injured in the fight against the dragon, and the dremnin before that.
In either case, Sabriel surveys the damage, working with McCoy and the rest of the infirmary staff to prioritize who needs magical healing, and who can recover with bed rest and modern medicine.
Under other circumstances, it would have been a relief to immerse herself in the Charter once more, to feel part of some greater whole and to let it flow through her and out her fingertips. But right now, it's merely grim necessity, as Sabriel cleanses poison and heals injuries, calling forth mark after mark until at some point, stray marks start hovering around her hands even when she isn't casting, reflecting off of surfaces or lingering for a few moments on whatever she's touched before fading, before she reaches the next patient]
Just relax- this should mend the damage, but you'll need to take it easy for the next few days.
[She can also be found napping, her head cushioned on folded arms or resting on an open medical textbook, only to jerk awake at the slightest touch.]
Sorry! Sorry, does someone need healing?
Training room: Magic (Closed to current students)
[Sabriel shows up early for her classes, dressed not in the robes one might expect of a mage, but rather in dark, sturdy work clothes, her hair pinned out of the way. She has papers ready, detailing the marks for the spell she's about to teach. (And more papers for homework later, because she's Like That sometimes).]
Let's get started- today, we're covering healing magic and shields.
[Which might explain the selection of objects at her feet- all small enough to be picked up and thrown, but of varying weights. But before anything else, Sabriel reaches out, touching her student's Charter mark with two fingers and motioning for them to touch hers.
She might be the only one here from the Old Kingdom, but she wants her students to understand a little of the practices surrounding Charter magic- if only to make sure that if they do meet another mage from the Old Kingdom, there won't be any misunderstandings.]
Training room: Swords and fists
[Swordplay is something Sabriel's studied since childhood, and there's something almost meditative about going through her forms- letting muscle memory guide her movements as she shifts from stance to stance, and strike to strike. Her form is elegant, but there's an efficiency to her movements as well- no flashy flourishes or wide swings.
And it feels good to hold Abhorsen's sword again, to feel the magic that's been in the steel since its forging, and let herself focus only on her movements, and her breath.
Martial arts require more thought- she's only started learning them more recently, which means that it takes more effort to guide herself into the movements, to shift from stance to stance. When she realizes she's not alone, she looks up, smiling apologetically.]
Sorry, I didn't see you. We can practice together, or I can give you some space?
[Not everyone wants to spar, or train together, after all.]
Common area
[Sabriel can often be found in the common area, her nose buried in one book or another. Sometimes, she sketches out a spell, sketching out a sequence of marks that flare with golden light- and then a book, that had been on the other side of the room a moment ago, is now in her hands.]
Well, I'm getting better at the range...
[Later on, Sabriel will try, with somewhat less success, to put the book back on the shelf by the same method, and might end up dropping it on someone's lap- or their head. Later in the evening, she can be found absentmindedly tossing a ball of golden light up and down- a ball that breaks into a swarm of golden butterflies mid-toss, that vanish before they hit the ceiling as Sabriel looks up, with a smile that looks... almost sad.]
Kitchen
[Sabriel can be found in the kitchen at various times. During the day, she can be found chopping vegetables, or helping to prepare a number of dishes. She'll cheerfully ask for help, or suggestions on what to prepare next.
But she can also be found there at night, long after the lights have been turned down, rummaging through one of the cupboards before looking up, a bit sheepishly.]
Do you know where the cocoa is? I can't seem to find it.
[Given that there's already milk and sugar on the countertop next to her, Sabriel's plan is clear. Normally, she tends to prefer herbal teas for her late night drink, but occasionally, she wants cocoa, even if it requires slightly more effort.]
Simulation Room
[If someone were to open the door, they'd find themselves looking out onto miles and miles of shallow, sparkling water- aside from the wall of darkness behind them, there's nothing else- just ankle-deep water, and a sky so full of stars that they almost blur together, forming a luminous cloud and illuminating everything in a light almost as bright as the sun, but far softer.
And if they were to look up they'd feel a calling- an urge to just let go, leave everything behind, and rise to join the stars. But that calling is muted- and impossible to answer. Sabriel is standing some yards away from the entrance, eyes closed and in apparent meditation.
Or perhaps you've come across Sabriel standing in the middle of a rose garden, filled with roses of all colors- red and pink, white and yellow- and some that are such a deep purple they're nearly black. Sabriel looks up from the near-black rose and smiles, a bit sheepishly]
I suppose one of my ancestors had a flare for the dramatic.
[For a family of necromancers, black roses seem both appropriate, and rather cliche.]
LOCATION: Throughout the station
DATE: Second half of February
CONTENT: Catch-all log!
WARNINGS: Possible discussion/description of injuries
Infirmary
[It's depressing how often it's happened- the mission ends with a fight, and the infirmary fills up. Sabriel's in the infirmary, trying to help everyone who was injured in the fight against the dragon, and the dremnin before that.
In either case, Sabriel surveys the damage, working with McCoy and the rest of the infirmary staff to prioritize who needs magical healing, and who can recover with bed rest and modern medicine.
Under other circumstances, it would have been a relief to immerse herself in the Charter once more, to feel part of some greater whole and to let it flow through her and out her fingertips. But right now, it's merely grim necessity, as Sabriel cleanses poison and heals injuries, calling forth mark after mark until at some point, stray marks start hovering around her hands even when she isn't casting, reflecting off of surfaces or lingering for a few moments on whatever she's touched before fading, before she reaches the next patient]
Just relax- this should mend the damage, but you'll need to take it easy for the next few days.
[She can also be found napping, her head cushioned on folded arms or resting on an open medical textbook, only to jerk awake at the slightest touch.]
Sorry! Sorry, does someone need healing?
Training room: Magic (Closed to current students)
[Sabriel shows up early for her classes, dressed not in the robes one might expect of a mage, but rather in dark, sturdy work clothes, her hair pinned out of the way. She has papers ready, detailing the marks for the spell she's about to teach. (And more papers for homework later, because she's Like That sometimes).]
Let's get started- today, we're covering healing magic and shields.
[Which might explain the selection of objects at her feet- all small enough to be picked up and thrown, but of varying weights. But before anything else, Sabriel reaches out, touching her student's Charter mark with two fingers and motioning for them to touch hers.
She might be the only one here from the Old Kingdom, but she wants her students to understand a little of the practices surrounding Charter magic- if only to make sure that if they do meet another mage from the Old Kingdom, there won't be any misunderstandings.]
Training room: Swords and fists
[Swordplay is something Sabriel's studied since childhood, and there's something almost meditative about going through her forms- letting muscle memory guide her movements as she shifts from stance to stance, and strike to strike. Her form is elegant, but there's an efficiency to her movements as well- no flashy flourishes or wide swings.
And it feels good to hold Abhorsen's sword again, to feel the magic that's been in the steel since its forging, and let herself focus only on her movements, and her breath.
Martial arts require more thought- she's only started learning them more recently, which means that it takes more effort to guide herself into the movements, to shift from stance to stance. When she realizes she's not alone, she looks up, smiling apologetically.]
Sorry, I didn't see you. We can practice together, or I can give you some space?
[Not everyone wants to spar, or train together, after all.]
Common area
[Sabriel can often be found in the common area, her nose buried in one book or another. Sometimes, she sketches out a spell, sketching out a sequence of marks that flare with golden light- and then a book, that had been on the other side of the room a moment ago, is now in her hands.]
Well, I'm getting better at the range...
[Later on, Sabriel will try, with somewhat less success, to put the book back on the shelf by the same method, and might end up dropping it on someone's lap- or their head. Later in the evening, she can be found absentmindedly tossing a ball of golden light up and down- a ball that breaks into a swarm of golden butterflies mid-toss, that vanish before they hit the ceiling as Sabriel looks up, with a smile that looks... almost sad.]
Kitchen
[Sabriel can be found in the kitchen at various times. During the day, she can be found chopping vegetables, or helping to prepare a number of dishes. She'll cheerfully ask for help, or suggestions on what to prepare next.
But she can also be found there at night, long after the lights have been turned down, rummaging through one of the cupboards before looking up, a bit sheepishly.]
Do you know where the cocoa is? I can't seem to find it.
[Given that there's already milk and sugar on the countertop next to her, Sabriel's plan is clear. Normally, she tends to prefer herbal teas for her late night drink, but occasionally, she wants cocoa, even if it requires slightly more effort.]
Simulation Room
[If someone were to open the door, they'd find themselves looking out onto miles and miles of shallow, sparkling water- aside from the wall of darkness behind them, there's nothing else- just ankle-deep water, and a sky so full of stars that they almost blur together, forming a luminous cloud and illuminating everything in a light almost as bright as the sun, but far softer.
And if they were to look up they'd feel a calling- an urge to just let go, leave everything behind, and rise to join the stars. But that calling is muted- and impossible to answer. Sabriel is standing some yards away from the entrance, eyes closed and in apparent meditation.
Or perhaps you've come across Sabriel standing in the middle of a rose garden, filled with roses of all colors- red and pink, white and yellow- and some that are such a deep purple they're nearly black. Sabriel looks up from the near-black rose and smiles, a bit sheepishly]
I suppose one of my ancestors had a flare for the dramatic.
[For a family of necromancers, black roses seem both appropriate, and rather cliche.]
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The third, she steps into, letting it strike a glancing blow as she goes for the grapple.]