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⇨ EDEN PT. 3
Who: Everyone!
When: End of Day 88, on to Day 89
Where: Eden
What: The carnival breaks into two groups, as one entertains the Architect Samyaza at her festival, and the other assaults the Cathedral through a secret passageway with the intent of claiming the Silver Mirror and liberating those imprisoned.
Warnings: Ritual sacrifices.
When: End of Day 88, on to Day 89
Where: Eden
What: The carnival breaks into two groups, as one entertains the Architect Samyaza at her festival, and the other assaults the Cathedral through a secret passageway with the intent of claiming the Silver Mirror and liberating those imprisoned.
Warnings: Ritual sacrifices.
IN GOD'S HANDS↴![]() Only those left in Eden and remaining undetected will be able to come to Samyaza's festival, which is an increasingly small group. It's also a dangerous proposition - there's no way to know what Samyaza has in store for her visitors, only that she apparently wants to interact with them before allowing the other Architects to act. It could work as an excellent distraction, drawing the eyes of the Architects towards the festival instead of towards the Cathedral while the attempt to claim the Mirror is taking place. For those that arrive in Samyaza's gardens, they are beautiful and well prepared, and music of otherworldly perfection flows through them. Tables are arranged with amazing works of art as their centerpieces, while the trees themselves are made into dazzling displays of color with an effect that seems to turn their leaves into pure light. Samyaza will be presiding, a hare that looks like she's made of something ephemeral, like wind of pure colour. She invites you in kindly, saying that before she speaks, she will honour you with a song... ► THE SET UP: For the first hour or so, the festival will be nothing but celebration. There are other Honorables there, but not as many as usual - the main event are you and the other new arrivals. After the hour mark, Samyaza will perform her song. Until then, threads can be made focusing on the pre-song mingling and planning. Will you listen when she sings? ► THE TWIST: There will be more happening at the festival than Samyaza plans. While she is comfortable waiting to act, other Architects are less patient.
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He glances sidelong to the tease. Some sort of similar construct, he assumes. "How many of those do you have?"
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He looks over at what Lambert is offering to Rita and then to Childermass offering himself. Tyki personally loved these type of situations. A gambler at heart, it made it far more thrilling this way. "Just be careful. I don't know if I can use my power of those webs or not should we need to separate you from them."
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"If you touch the web," Papyrus addresses Rita and Childermass, "and feel like you're turning into a spider's webcam... Please call for help! There's a lot of us here to try to rescue you."
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She slips the pendant over her neck and activates it, then steps forward into the room, stepping as lightly as she can. Relying on the pendant and Childermass for cover, she walks straight toward Penemue, then reaches out and activates her magic. Conjuring a glowing interface, she'll try to look at the magic in the webs before anything can interrupt her.
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They don't attach to Penemue at all, and are instead swathed around the place where the bird is sitting, and hanging from most of the ceiling. The exact type of magic it is is difficult to make out, but it's something like a construct with latent enchantment effects. The floor has something like that strewn across it, as well.
What comes to mind is the idea of how a spider can sense vibrations from elsewhere on their web, knowing exactly where to go to find their prey.
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For now, Rita sets about using the interface to 'edit' the magic in front of her, attempting to sever the threads. Maybe that'll alert Armaros, but there's a good chance that she's already done so in walking here, so it seems worth the risk.
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"Hello," he says. "You've come, haven't you?"
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She’s not sure how to respond to his calm greeting at first. But... “Yeah,” she replies after some hesitation. “I take it you were expecting us.”
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Penemue looks away again.
"But what would you do to get it, I wonder?"
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"You'd be surprised," the crow on Rita's shoulder replies, "Or perhaps not. I suppose a writer will have thought up all kinds of ends to this story already."
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"Now they've done it," he mutters, then looks to the rest, including the Furies. "Spread out. I want to be ready to cover Rita and Childermass."
And he looks to Tyki and Zangetsu, tail twitching impatiently. "One of you, give me a ride." Whichever one speaks up first, he'll be leaping onto their shoulder nimbly. He'll wait for others to make their own group arrangements before he announces:
"I'm dropping the silence spell."
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He glances back at Lambert at his request and lifts a hand at ready near his shoulder to help stabilize him whenever he decides to climb him, "Sure, sure." Because as far as he sees it, there is no reason to burden both fighters here currently 'human'.
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"Yes I think having a certain amount of imagination makes the future a frightening place. I am well aware that Eden avoids keeping historical records, and for a good reason. There is little to tell, and much of repeating the same mistakes."
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He's looking at you, Rita.
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"To be honest, I thought she would have ambushed us by now. She's not hiding around here?" As she asks, Rita's gaze drifts upward, to the artificial sky. Could Armaros be in a connected room? She can't be far.
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But really, he hopes Rita and Childermass can talk their way into the mirror.
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Penemue glances towards the stairwell.
"Yet, she smells blood. The blood of our followers."
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But he has to stifle one of his unsettling giggles behind his hand.
Well, he did ask them to get out of the way...
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