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towerofanimus2013-05-15 01:54 pm
witchoftheweek) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-15 01:54 pm
first ☾do we fly heavily with the weight of what we know?
Characters: Patchouli Knowledge and OPEN
Setting: Dorms, Floor 5, Floor 12, and Floor 19.
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you!
Summary: Patchouli wakes and begins her investigation into the Tower.
Warnings: Interrupting her at her research might get you a side of snark, but otherwise, there shouldn't be any!
Dorms:
Patchouli can be found making her quiet way through the dorm floors going to or from room 3-11. She's not one for conversation; she never has been, and she's certainly not used to living in such a small space. She's just going to do her best to pass through quietly. No smiles from this librarian - she's not mean, she's just not entirely sure how to start a conversation.
Floor 5:
The question that's been on Patchouli's mind since her initial arrival in the Tower has been 'how did they get past the Hakurei Barrier?' It wouldn't be willingly, she knows that. Gensokyo is too well-protected. The Youkai of Borders and the Hakurei miko may appear lazy to the outside observer, but Patchouli knows that on the matter of protecting the border, there's no trace of that laziness.
She has to know, then: is it true? Has the border truly been breached?
So she's here, at one of the viewing stations, having found a notebook and a pen. There is no trace of emotion on her face as she intently studies the landscape before her. She recognizes everything she sees, if not by sight, then by description. Everything, from the Myouren Temple to the Moriya Shrine, down to the Underworld, back up to the Garden of the Sun, to Eientei, to the Forest of Magic, to the Hakurei Shrine...and then there is a flicker of emotion on her face when she inspects the Scarlet Devil Mansion. It's almost unreadable, but it's there.
She's silent when she finishes her inspection, the only sound in the room that of the pen moving rapidly over the paper as she writes.
Floor 12:
Her previous expedition has raised more questions than it answered, and so - with no small measure of gratitude that she can fly on the stairs - Patchouli has come to the second floor that promises some explanation of what's happened.
She has to give them credit; the illusion of being in space is a good one, and she will give that small credit where it is due.
Then the show begins, and she watches. She could map the stars if she wanted, and determine exactly where in the worlds the planet she's watching actually is, but that isn't the important thing. No, the important thing is the process. It's over as soon as it begins, and Patchouli watches, eyes tracking every point of light in that beam.
She stays for a while, watching. Tracking, taking notes, and trying to process.
Floor 19:
Of course, the library is the end point of this particular journey. Patchouli will even do her best to keep her disdain at a minimum. Nothing will ever equal the great library inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion; it's her pride and her joy, and to her, it would take something on the scale of the library at Alexandria to even begin to draw a favorable comparison.
But it's a library nonetheless, and she begins to wander the shelves. She's almost perfectly silent as she does. Missing sections in a library are simply unforgivable, however, and they get a "Tch. Sloppy work." as she approaches each of them.
Still, it's not long until she has a pile of books and a table claimed, and her notes out. It's too early to say much, but she would be remiss if she didn't at least begin to work.
Setting: Dorms, Floor 5, Floor 12, and Floor 19.
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you!
Summary: Patchouli wakes and begins her investigation into the Tower.
Warnings: Interrupting her at her research might get you a side of snark, but otherwise, there shouldn't be any!
Dorms:
Patchouli can be found making her quiet way through the dorm floors going to or from room 3-11. She's not one for conversation; she never has been, and she's certainly not used to living in such a small space. She's just going to do her best to pass through quietly. No smiles from this librarian - she's not mean, she's just not entirely sure how to start a conversation.
Floor 5:
The question that's been on Patchouli's mind since her initial arrival in the Tower has been 'how did they get past the Hakurei Barrier?' It wouldn't be willingly, she knows that. Gensokyo is too well-protected. The Youkai of Borders and the Hakurei miko may appear lazy to the outside observer, but Patchouli knows that on the matter of protecting the border, there's no trace of that laziness.
She has to know, then: is it true? Has the border truly been breached?
So she's here, at one of the viewing stations, having found a notebook and a pen. There is no trace of emotion on her face as she intently studies the landscape before her. She recognizes everything she sees, if not by sight, then by description. Everything, from the Myouren Temple to the Moriya Shrine, down to the Underworld, back up to the Garden of the Sun, to Eientei, to the Forest of Magic, to the Hakurei Shrine...and then there is a flicker of emotion on her face when she inspects the Scarlet Devil Mansion. It's almost unreadable, but it's there.
She's silent when she finishes her inspection, the only sound in the room that of the pen moving rapidly over the paper as she writes.
Floor 12:
Her previous expedition has raised more questions than it answered, and so - with no small measure of gratitude that she can fly on the stairs - Patchouli has come to the second floor that promises some explanation of what's happened.
She has to give them credit; the illusion of being in space is a good one, and she will give that small credit where it is due.
Then the show begins, and she watches. She could map the stars if she wanted, and determine exactly where in the worlds the planet she's watching actually is, but that isn't the important thing. No, the important thing is the process. It's over as soon as it begins, and Patchouli watches, eyes tracking every point of light in that beam.
She stays for a while, watching. Tracking, taking notes, and trying to process.
Floor 19:
Of course, the library is the end point of this particular journey. Patchouli will even do her best to keep her disdain at a minimum. Nothing will ever equal the great library inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion; it's her pride and her joy, and to her, it would take something on the scale of the library at Alexandria to even begin to draw a favorable comparison.
But it's a library nonetheless, and she begins to wander the shelves. She's almost perfectly silent as she does. Missing sections in a library are simply unforgivable, however, and they get a "Tch. Sloppy work." as she approaches each of them.
Still, it's not long until she has a pile of books and a table claimed, and her notes out. It's too early to say much, but she would be remiss if she didn't at least begin to work.
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[She won't respond to the blaming herself because she does. So she'll just try to avoid this part of the conversation by moving on to the next part because if she even tried to lie about it, it'd be obvious.
I have 5 of them, Received after last month's torment. I'm working on training with them but..Not my usual style I guess. I only have the one with me until I can figure out how to carry the rest.
Although, speaking of those...They can and will use mind control..I don't know how but..If I ever am not myself...please..
[She won't say it...but she hopes her meaning is clear. 'Don't let me get close..take me out..don't let me hurt anyone']
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[Patchouli hands the knife back to Meiling. She's gotten all that she needs from it, and she would rather it be in the gatekeeper's hands than in her own.]
...if I can offer a word of advice? I don't think you should try to emulate Sakuya. Her powers and her fighting style are uniquely hers. Instead, I think that working them into your own style would be far more effective.
Sakuya strikes like metal, polished, quick and precise, but you have far more fire in your nature: variable, more colorful, and while fire can cool to ash, as you often do, it can burn white-hot with the right fuel. But fire and metal aren't incompatible, you know. Not at all.
[Patchouli listens, and nods. She understands what Meiling is asking, and she will do what's best.]
Only if I can ask you to do the same for me, should I ever be in the situation where I am not in control of my own mind. I would sooner -
[She shakes her head. No, that's not a good way to put it, even if it's the truth: she would sooner die than not be in control of her own mind. Patchouli can't always control her body, and she knows that, but her mind has always been hers and hers alone, and to have that control forcibly taken from her? Being dead is preferable, but she doesn't want to say that. So, she changes her wording just slightly.]
- the thought of having that control forcibly taken from me and my magic used against others isn't something I can allow to happen.
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She will nod a bit through the fighting styles explanation. She had never thought of it that way and could understand the reasoning behind it and how the explanation was being used.]
I understand. I'll bring that up the next time I run into the person I'm training with and keep it in mind.
[She would have smiled but..this was serious and even she could understand that it wasn't the time for it.]
I understand and agree. I've been controlled twice and attacked and done other things at a whim. As much as I hate to know my death would only allow Jason to get his hands on my soul more then he has and others for possibly the first time, I will do so.
You have my word on that.
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[As a last reminder, Patchouli closes her eyes and murmurs, opening her hands after a moment. In one hand, there is a tiny fireball, in the other, a tiny ball of mercury. She claps her hands together, murmuring again, then spreads them wide. It's a miniature spell card, red and silver bullets and lasers that are too minuscule to do any actual damage to the surroundings combining in a colorful display. It fades quickly, but the point has been made, Patchouli thinks.]
You have my deepest gratitude, Meiling. I don't think I have to explain why that's so.
[The talk of souls bothers her, though, and there's another one of those flickers of emotion that she can't explain very well.]
I'm not going to like what I hear about this 'Jason', am I?
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Highly doubt it. He is the one who brings us back...Puts us back toghter after our deaths. As I've said, her isn't one I want to touch my soul more then needed.
When he is in charge, expect more physical type of things to go on..Sickness..or just things happening to your body.
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Hardly the type of person who would - no, now is hardly the time for a mythological reference from the Outside World.
[She's going to keep it in mind, regardless, though. She knows the myth of Jason and the Argonauts, and specifically how things went wrong with Medea. It's a sticking point, to be sure.]
...I'll have to be especially cautious. It would serve me well to learn some healing magic. I've never needed it before now, so it's never been a particular focus of my research, but it appears I was remiss in neglecting it, after all.
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[She really does wish she could give some good news or hope that this wouldn't be bad but..She had started to lose sight of home]
But I would not count of even healing to help with when his turns. A spell to try and break his hold on my mind failed..and when his sickness hit the Mistress and I...nothing could help us as we fell deeper and deeper into the hallucinations and torment.
{Meiling would at least warn of that.]