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[March 10th]
( I am a soldier, a general under the Gods )
[March 11th to March 14th]
( I control all I see, and all that stand by me )
[March 15th]
( But control is not absolute, and my power not limitless )
[March 17th, Early Morning]
( I am but a mortal, and all around me, a lie )
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
( I am a soldier, a general under the Gods )
[March 11th to March 14th]
( I control all I see, and all that stand by me )
[March 15th]
( But control is not absolute, and my power not limitless )
[March 17th, Early Morning]
( I am but a mortal, and all around me, a lie )
((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
[Voice]
[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]
To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.
I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.
[The feed stops shortly after that.]
[Written; Accidental]
[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]
-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.
-- Still unable togive life toanimate constructs for more than few seconds at a time. Related to power limits of enclosure(?).
-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.
-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]
To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.
I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.
[The feed stops shortly after that.]
[Written; Accidental]
[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]
-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.
-- Still unable to
-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.
-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
Fifth Incision [Action, Video]
Aug. 26th, 2012 02:34 pm( Aspiring to be gods, angels fall; aspiring to be angels, men rebel )
[The first thing that she notices is that the Malnosso -- in what Syre can only think of as a twisted sense of convenience -- had placed her on the roof of Community Building 3, which makes the task of returning to her home a trivial one.]
[The second realization is one that is a little more irritating to bear -- there were far more people in the village than she remembered previously. Were they invaders? She didn't spot any of the Third Party among them...]
[Regardless, standing on the roof would get her nowhere. Calmly, she turned away from the view, and made her way down to her room.]
( Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood )
[The first thing that she notices is that the Malnosso -- in what Syre can only think of as a twisted sense of convenience -- had placed her on the roof of Community Building 3, which makes the task of returning to her home a trivial one.]
[The second realization is one that is a little more irritating to bear -- there were far more people in the village than she remembered previously. Were they invaders? She didn't spot any of the Third Party among them...]
[Regardless, standing on the roof would get her nowhere. Calmly, she turned away from the view, and made her way down to her room.]
( Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood )
Third Incision [Action]
Jun. 29th, 2012 08:53 pm[She had made her way to her home without much fuss -- saw that her things were in proper order. She then spent a few days in her room, resting off the ache that seemed to reside in every fiber of her being.]
[Though her physical body is in (marginally) better shape after her rest, her mind, however, is not.]
[Syre is not a stranger to war; she has been in it, thrived in it, caused it. But the draft was a whole other beast, with tactics she had never seen and technologies that were foreign to her...]
[So today, in order to fight the thoughts and memories that plague her, she will be in one of two places throughout the day:]
[Either at the fountain, an open sketchbook in hand and a familiar face on the page, or at the library, studying up on as much as her mind can process.]
[Though her physical body is in (marginally) better shape after her rest, her mind, however, is not.]
[Syre is not a stranger to war; she has been in it, thrived in it, caused it. But the draft was a whole other beast, with tactics she had never seen and technologies that were foreign to her...]
[So today, in order to fight the thoughts and memories that plague her, she will be in one of two places throughout the day:]
[Either at the fountain, an open sketchbook in hand and a familiar face on the page, or at the library, studying up on as much as her mind can process.]
( Because TL;DR is fun )
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]
...this isn't my study.
[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]
This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!
[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]
What in the name of the gods is this?
[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]
[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
