ext_201997 ([identity profile] mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-09-07 01:43 pm

Day 35: Wicker Street

[from here]

The sound of the dog lead Sheena to a building on the corner of the street. Seeing the name of it and the animals in the windows, she giggled, imagining how if Colette was here they'd never be able to get her to leave. The sweet angel would insist on staying until she held and played with every single puppy in the plac eand given them all names.

She'd only been gone a day and already Sheena was missing the simple things she'd come to accept traveling with her companions. She put her hand to the window, smiling softly (if a little lonely) at the puppy that noticed her and started wagging tis tail and licking the glass right where her hand was.

[Awaiting a chance to run into a sweet-toothed warlord!]

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"It has its moments," Rainier replied wryly. "Formal meetings can be something of a chore I admit." And the rules governing sex could be ah... somewhat difficult at times.

"I wouldn't say that it's so much about impressing people as helping the Blood govern themselves and the landens," he explained.

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"The Blood are those creatures who are able to use Craft, spells and the like, in my world. We're the caretakers of the realms and those who aren't Blood," he explained. It probably didn't make much sense to someone who came from a completely different civilisation. Who knew if she even had Craft in her world.

"What about yourself, Sheena?" he asked with a smile. "It's a little overwhelming to find out that there are worlds beyond those I've heard of. I'm curious."

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That does make sense when you already know of things like that, I suppose," Rainier agreed. "We have three different Realms, but they aren't separate worlds as such and travel between them is quite possible, although less frequent than it used to be." Terreille had seemed until recently a world that had no bearing on his own life, something little more than a story.

"So your people have Craft too?" he said with keen interest. "And how do they channel mana if they have no aptitude for it?"

He offered Sheena his arm. "Shall we walk? It seems a shame to only see a small part of the town while we're given some limited freedom."

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Rainier listened attentively to Sheena as she explained how Craft worked in her world. It seemed very different to how the Blood worked, but at the same time, there were similarities there. People being able to manipulate only their own level of power was something he understood well.

"It sounds like it could be a very useful skill to learn if it's so versatile," he commented as they headed a little further down the street, pausing outside what looked to be a toyshop for a moment. "Is it common for humans to learn this?" he asked curiously. Blood used Craft like breathing a lot of the time, especially if they were Darker Jewelled, to siphon off the power they could channel.

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can understand specialising," he said. "Some Witches in my world choose to train to become Black Widows, people who can heal minds and work with dreams and illusions. It takes many years of training to follow that path." And some people specialised in different kinds of Craft, although most Blood just used it as a natural part of their everyday lives.

"Then you must be very good at it, if you've trained for so long," he said with a smile. "And being forced is often a good way to find new and creative uses for things," he said with wry amusement.

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
There was something satisfying in seeing a lady blush with pleasure at a compliment, even if Rainier's interest was more in seeing her happy than anything else.

"Ninja?" he asked, not having heard the word before and curious about what it meant. It sounded like some kind of fighting art, but he couldn't be sure. ""It sounds like you have some very useful skills," he said genuinely and then frowned in thought. "What materials do you need for the cards? I know my use of Craft is limited here, as is that of the people from my world."

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed softly at that, giving her an understanding look. "That's alright then. I won't push. It's just not a word I've heard before." It sounded like an interesting school of fighting though, rather different to the Eyrien style which he'd been taught by Lucivar.

He tapped his lips thoughtfully with a finger. "If I see anything that would work, I'll be sure to let you know," he said. "I'd hate to see you go unarmed because of lack of materials. And yes, there are people from my world here," he said with a wry smile. "Admittedly, one of them doesn't remember me and the other is possibly a little angry with me at the moment."

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that Rainier seemed to notice, he just smiled warmly at Sheena, glad that she liked the idea. "I'll keep an eye out for sure," he said.

"I think I recognise the type," Rainier replied dryly when she mentioned the third person from her world. "I've met a few people like that where I'm from." It was inevitable that you'd get people who would take advantage of their position withing whatever Court they served in after all.

He followed her gaze and peered in through the window at the array of sweet inside, including, he was pleased to say, a few large bars of that most precious item, chocolate fudge. Now there was an idea. "Do you like chocolate fudge, Sheena?" he asked innocently. If females worked here anything like they did at home, then getting some of it could be a big help. And Daemon had said that people often showed up without warning. What if one of the Coven appeared?

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it seemed like chocolate was appreciated everywhere, from the smile that appeared on Sheena's face at the mention of it. "I have an idea," he said with a grin. "How good are you at acting?" If this town thought that they were poor ill mental patients who needed to have good care taken of them, then why not play it up a little?

"If say, a young lady were upset at her and her brother having been sent away from their loving family to help them recover from some cruel affliction, but her loving mother had always given her something to cheer her up at home, chocolate fudge, perhaps..."

[identity profile] deathandfudge.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Rainier flashed her a broad grin of appreciation for a moment before adopting a suitably concerned expression and sliding his arm around Sheena's shoulder in a brotherly way.

"I know, Sheena," he said. "But I'm sure they'll come and visit. They said there were visitors, didn't they? But we can at least go and look?"

He pushed open the door and guided the woman inside the toy shop.

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