crystal

[pathlit]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Jason Talons & Viktor Tendercrisp
RECIPIENT: One thread private to Cosima, Marcus, Yseult & the current Diplomacy representative; otherwise, open.
NOTES: Context under the cut.

[ It's an ordinary day in post-sieged Kirkwall. The air is muggy with intermittent summer showers that dampen dirt and stone, invoking the scent of earth and, in the lower streets, aerosolizing the stench of a crowded populace. Reparations continue, maneuvering around them normalized.

So it's an ordinary day in Kirkwall up until the exact moment that a workshop in Lowtown erupts with a brilliant hue of blue light bursting from every open window, door and crevice. The blast is felt more than heard; a subtle drop in pressure 'round the block seconds before acute release, its pulse strong enough to rattle the foundation and knock an average-sized human off their feet.

A pillar of fire shoots out from the building's chimney, high enough to be seen from The Gallows for all of a few seconds before abruptly vanishing. Light blue particles glimmer in its wake, as if suspended amongst the humid air, then gently float downward to vanish the moment they alight.

No casualties (aside from whatever creature may have been naïve enough to roost upon the chimney's crown). Mild property damage. Elation. ]

( open )
[Viktor's voice, broadcast to Riftwatch at large, is at first distantly quiet.]

What should I—

[Suddenly much closer and clearer:]

Ehh— should anyone happen to have noticed a combustion event on the mainland just now, please be assured it's nothing to worry about.

( closed to Division Heads )
[ Minutes later, the sending crystals of the division heads light up. ]

Hey! Hi, uh-- [ Jayce clears his throat. ] Hello. It's Jayce. Jayce and Viktor. Research div. There was a-- an incident in Lowtown. That was us, not an attack. Everything's okay. Could you let the Viscount know?

[From a few metres away, raised thin with excitement, Viktor's voice:] Tell them! Tell them what we've done!

[ Jayce, with a breathy laugh and an excitement scarcely backdropped by the worry of reprimand (and-or shock of success): ] Yeah, we've-- we've got it! Runic enchantment. Viktor and I figured it out. How to do it ourselves, I mean.

Comments

[pathlit]

Is that a... [ frysquint, wracking his brain for context, ] person or a thing?

[elegiaque]

( she makes a sound best described as angrily orlesian and counts backwards from ten in her head which at least stops her from saying fucking debatable! immediately. )

A problem we really don't want to remind people we harbored for years while he wanked himself off about how hard it had been for his social life doing a terrorism to Kirkwall.

[grindset]

It's fine, it's... judging by the state of the workshop, the surrounding neighbourhood will have sustained no appreciable damage, and,

[looking to Jayce for support, perhaps nodding along to each other,]

and this one was blue.

[elegiaque]

If so much as someone's bonne-maman has a sprain, ( is a sentence that she apparently doesn't think needs explicit finishing. )

[grindset]

[Indeed not. Someone cover up Bastien's crying grandma—]

[cozen]

[ Fear not! She didn't sprain anything. She's only having a traumatized flashback to the event that killed half her family, which is fine. ]

[elegiaque]

( is it )