Jayce Talis (
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crystal
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.
crystals;
[ animated orlesian follows ]
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hi.
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crystals
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[ There's a burble of conversation in the background, pitched frantic in tone if not in volume. And, notably, someone wailing.
Everything is muted by the way Bastien's hand is closed around his crystal, mostly hiding it. ]
You made a grandmother cry.
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closed to the criminals + div heads.
[ —and it is dead impossible to tell of this is Marcus' angry-efficient or just the normal kind, a snapping to what he deems most immediately important to determine. ]
I'll send a griffon. Where are you now?
[ Before they get, you know, arrested. ]
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crystal.
You couldn't have done this when we actually had Anders on hand to throw under the cart wheels?
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That was so big.
[ you're doing amazing sweeties ]
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it's very good
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—> private;
private ∞
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[ plain citizen's under guard jurisdiction. but if it gets them on the bird, ]
But go with him, alright? Nobody got hurt, 's gonna be fine. Just need you back here to help settle it.
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closed to the two of them and div heads;
Once everything is secured and you're back, I want to know what you were doing, specifically. And I think everyone's made the optics drawbacks of Lowtown clear, so I won't like, belabor that, but if there's a practical reason you weren't working in the Gallows, I want to know that too.
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Crystals
Impressive.