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abraxaslogs2021-12-02 10:51 pm
nightwash) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-12-02 10:51 pm
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[ OPEN ] i have never come this far alone.
WHO: Ronan Lynch & whoever
WHAT: An encounter with Ronan by the cozy fire.
WHERE: The Great Hall of Castle Thorne
WHEN: Early December evenings
WHAT: An encounter with Ronan by the cozy fire.
WHERE: The Great Hall of Castle Thorne
WHEN: Early December evenings
Going into winter, the nights grow longer and colder, and that has historically signaled trouble for Ronan. Longer nights mean longer dreams, and longer dreams mean stronger nightmares. Thankfully, it's less of a concern these days, now that he sleeps under a watchful eye. He would have thought that alone would help his mood improve, but it turns out his melancholy in the weeks leading up to the equinox isn't so easily cured.
In the past, Ronan would take these moods early to bed with him. The thing he never realized about castles, though, is just how fucking cold they get in the winter. The Great Hall, with its many fireplaces and assembled courtiers, offers a much cozier temperature at the cost of privacy — a price that Ronan has become desperate enough to pay most nights.
After dinner, he takes his goblet of mulled wine and retires to an armchair as far from the crowd as he can manage. By the fire, it's warm enough that he can shrug off his fur-lined coat and slouch comfortably in his seat, drink in one hand and iPod in the other. Most of his things have been dreamt to blend with environment, but he hasn't bothered to camouflage his electronics, and his bulky headphones earn him more than a few stares. Not that he's a stranger to catching stares. The dubstep thumping in his ears does its job to drown out the rest of the world while he gazes into the fire, looking perfectly unapproachable.
In the past, Ronan would take these moods early to bed with him. The thing he never realized about castles, though, is just how fucking cold they get in the winter. The Great Hall, with its many fireplaces and assembled courtiers, offers a much cozier temperature at the cost of privacy — a price that Ronan has become desperate enough to pay most nights.
After dinner, he takes his goblet of mulled wine and retires to an armchair as far from the crowd as he can manage. By the fire, it's warm enough that he can shrug off his fur-lined coat and slouch comfortably in his seat, drink in one hand and iPod in the other. Most of his things have been dreamt to blend with environment, but he hasn't bothered to camouflage his electronics, and his bulky headphones earn him more than a few stares. Not that he's a stranger to catching stares. The dubstep thumping in his ears does its job to drown out the rest of the world while he gazes into the fire, looking perfectly unapproachable.
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"Nch-Hehe...It has no name. The True Runes can sense each other and I'm sure that's all that matters to them. It does speak but likely not in the manner you're imagining. It communicates with me through things like twinkling in my vision or a feeling in my mind or body, or through dreams. True Runes speaking our language is exceptionally rare."
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Ronan slouches back, but the pensive wrinkle between his eyebrows doesn't vanish. Maybe if they dreamt together, Ronan would be able to speak its language. But he doesn't like the idea of dreaming with something he hasn't met first, and it sounds like the Rune is independent of Sasarai enough that it's a stranger to Ronan. What if it's like Unmaker or the Lace and Sasarai has no idea? If he's the cell they're containing it in, Ronan doesn't want to make a door.
Like he did for Bryde.
"Do you get along?"
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He notices the thoughtful frown on Ronan's face and folds his hands in his lap.
"It chose me, after all. It would rather be with me than anyone else..."
As the words pass his lips his expression becomes slightly haunted. Is that really the reason he has a harmonious relationship with True Earth?
...He knows it isn't. He was created for it, built from the cloned parts of Hikusaak to be a perfect vessel so that the Temple could keep the Rune close.
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Oh, to be chosen. Even if by a something rather than a someone.
"Must be nice."
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Sasarai's gaze drifts towards the fire.
"It makes me a powerful geomancer but what I can do isn't half as interesting as what you can do."
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"At least you don't have to be unconscious to use magic."
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"Yes, well, that's true. Some spells do make me very tired afterward, though, as I'm sure you've noticed."
Following both the attack in the courtyard and the events of Eifstide he'd had to retire to his bed chamber.
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Ronan is no exception, although he's not eager to share the details of the full cost of dreaming. Sasarai is technically an ally, but that doesn't mean Ronan trusts him not to exploit his weaknesses at some point in the future.
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He wouldn't enjoy it but Sasarai is willing to exploit anyone's weakness if he feels like he has to.
At Ronan's response he arches a brow, sensing that the other man doesn't want to discuss his powers.
"When you put it that way I suppose my words do sound a bit silly."
Every Rune bearer feels tired after casting. Lately he's been feeling more tired than usual but he's also noticed the sensation of more magic flooding his body when he calls on the Rune. Somehow, his visit to the Horizon has deepened his bond with it. He's not weaker, he's more powerful than ever before. He's decided there's no need to mention any of this until he's adapted to this world a bit better.
He rises from his chair, reaches out to pat Ronan's shoulder, thinks better of it, and smooths out his pantleg instead.
"Well, Mister Lynch it has been..."
Nice? Not really...
"...Interesting talking to you."
Sasarai straightens up, walks to the other side of the fire then turns to face Ronan again.
"Ah, but before I go, could I ask you for a favor?"
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He sinks back in his chair as Sasarai retreats, instead, content to let the conversation die there. But then Sasarai turns back to him, and Ronan's eyebrow arches in renewed interest.
"Name it."
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"Ever since Eifstide I've had this uneasy feeling. The nations will probably mobilize now that they see what we summoned can do.
If you hear anything about that let me know, okay? I wasn't kidding when I said I was a wartime politician and general. I would like to stop any conflict before it can happen but if I fail then Thorne must be the victor."
He can't be sure of what the other nations have in mind for the Singularity but any misinformed action could doom everyone.
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Ronan doesn't find politicians particularly endearing or effective, so he has very little interest in feeding information to Sasarai. This, however, is something every Summoned in Thorne ought to know.
"Ambrose says the Singularity will be their target, if they make any move at all. The Free Cities, especially. He thinks they'll hit the Singularity the second we seem distracted. Solvunn is weaker. We could crush them, easy. It's the Free Cities we should worry about."
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Sasarai rubs his chin thoughtfully.
In the event of a war it would be useful to have Solvunn's resources but attacking them unprovoked would only further anger the Free Cities.
"It makes sense... I doubt anyone would risk moving against another territory right now. They'd be seen as hostile invaders... So if the Free Cities have their eyes on the Singularity it might be best if we secure it first."
He's heard that there are people who want to destroy the relic. It sounds like a terrible idea when nobody seems to know what it's actually capable of. It is far more powerful than even a True Rune and True Runes could theoretically level entire continents in their death throes.
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Nothing puts Ronan in a worse mood than thinking about the Singularity. Not because he hates it, but because there's nothing more precious, and all he can focus on is how vulnerable it is right now. The magic of this world is so potent, free and wild in a way he never could have imagined. He can't bear the thought of it being extinguished the way it was on his Earth.
"If it was up to me, we'd be out there right now, guarding it day and night. Protecting the Singularity is the most important thing any of us could possibly be doing."
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"...I will talk to the High Mage," he says finally. "There must be a way we can keep watch over the Singularity... Ideally something that won't involve deploying all of Thorne's Summoned to the Horizon for a constant twenty four hour vigil."