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poly_chromatic2012-05-03 06:50 pm
auguria) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-05-03 06:50 pm
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⊰iv⊱ // video/action // never hurt us
[[ooc; For this curse, Jast will be battling Godzilla Bird. If you would like to have seen this ENORMOUS FLUFFY CUTIEPIE chasing him around the city beforehand, that is fine. Jast will even rescue you from being squished. Action to come gawk at Godzilla Bird is cool too. Jast will also reply to this video he just made:]]
[Beneath the shelter of the trees, the wild forest beyond the clockwork-bound city, with the high breathless mountains standing in solemnity above, Jast finds his way to open clearing, his blue eyes scanning the treeline overhead to gauge how long he has. Great flocks of birds have leapt up from their songs and nests to meet the augur's need, their arrows of flight piercing swiftly across the sky. Jast stands panting for only a moment before he tosses the device aside, the beads wrapped around his wrist follow only a moment after, their colorful shapes clicking harmlessly against the screen as they settle into the grass, glimmering in the afternoon sun.
Jast moves to crouch in the center of the clearing, chest still heaving, as he digs down into the earth with his fingertips, a little song already beginning to echo from his lips. Were there anyone nearby to feel it, they would know his work has begun as the air pulls tight around him, vibrating like so many strings which he will begin to pluck, one by one until the buzz of energy is almost perceptible. The trees surrounding him sense it and begin to rattle and shake, their leaves whispering secrets, their bark groaning in a harmony of creaks, the wind whistling across their grooves and hollows. A shower of leaves falls with their trembling, and these gifts are caught up in the zephyr of wind that has begun to circle round the augur. His handful of dirt is tossed high, creating a ceiling to this little sphere, which hangs steady in mid-air before it separates, spreading out to spiral round alongside the air and the leaves, beads of earth laced into this growing form.
Inhaling deep, Jast continues to sing, head tilted back and eyes closed, pale throat exposed. His hands are spread wide and open from his sides, a glimmer of blue light gathering around his fingertips and palms only to grow brighter and brighter. Tendrils of his energy flow into the surrounding spiral, weaving a delicate lace netting amongst the leaves and earth.
A net to be cast, and when Jast lifts his hands, the structure is lifted with them. He stands waiting for Godzilla Bird, and when the beast pokes its big head and curious eyes down into the clearing, the spell is cast, wrapping the poor thing up in sticky webs of energy, in the immovable nature of the earth and the trees who root down deep within it. The giant bird flails, before inevitably tumbling onto its side. The trees it has cracked will need Jast's care when this is through, and he will give it.
For now, however, he cautiously approaches the bird to see if he can soothe its anger.]
[Beneath the shelter of the trees, the wild forest beyond the clockwork-bound city, with the high breathless mountains standing in solemnity above, Jast finds his way to open clearing, his blue eyes scanning the treeline overhead to gauge how long he has. Great flocks of birds have leapt up from their songs and nests to meet the augur's need, their arrows of flight piercing swiftly across the sky. Jast stands panting for only a moment before he tosses the device aside, the beads wrapped around his wrist follow only a moment after, their colorful shapes clicking harmlessly against the screen as they settle into the grass, glimmering in the afternoon sun.
Jast moves to crouch in the center of the clearing, chest still heaving, as he digs down into the earth with his fingertips, a little song already beginning to echo from his lips. Were there anyone nearby to feel it, they would know his work has begun as the air pulls tight around him, vibrating like so many strings which he will begin to pluck, one by one until the buzz of energy is almost perceptible. The trees surrounding him sense it and begin to rattle and shake, their leaves whispering secrets, their bark groaning in a harmony of creaks, the wind whistling across their grooves and hollows. A shower of leaves falls with their trembling, and these gifts are caught up in the zephyr of wind that has begun to circle round the augur. His handful of dirt is tossed high, creating a ceiling to this little sphere, which hangs steady in mid-air before it separates, spreading out to spiral round alongside the air and the leaves, beads of earth laced into this growing form.
Inhaling deep, Jast continues to sing, head tilted back and eyes closed, pale throat exposed. His hands are spread wide and open from his sides, a glimmer of blue light gathering around his fingertips and palms only to grow brighter and brighter. Tendrils of his energy flow into the surrounding spiral, weaving a delicate lace netting amongst the leaves and earth.
A net to be cast, and when Jast lifts his hands, the structure is lifted with them. He stands waiting for Godzilla Bird, and when the beast pokes its big head and curious eyes down into the clearing, the spell is cast, wrapping the poor thing up in sticky webs of energy, in the immovable nature of the earth and the trees who root down deep within it. The giant bird flails, before inevitably tumbling onto its side. The trees it has cracked will need Jast's care when this is through, and he will give it.
For now, however, he cautiously approaches the bird to see if he can soothe its anger.]
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I don't... hmm. A curse, I think... Unkind.
[The whole thing is very confusing and upsetting to him.]
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N-not my place... To change the nature of the City.
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[Beware, Jast :|]
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[He gets up to go look for the string of beads that Howl had enchanted for him. He wraps it around his wrist once more, and when he begins his little twittering song, it is better understood,]
I may not enact what is not mine, Karl. I know my place, I have no power beyond it.
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The City is as it is meant to be, its chaos is its nature. The augur has no rights to demand otherwise.
[...he won't even say 'I' right now. Good job, Karl.]
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Who cares about right if you have the power to do so?
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Do not question my devotions.
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Even if they appear to be a tad skewed?
[You're one to talk, Karl.]
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[Someone's feathers are ruffled.]
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[Karl's work here is done :|]
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Thank you for your consideration.