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REPORT 027.5 :: WALL // ACTION
[Someone in full armor is at the village, going through the crowds with an ease she remains grateful for. Even though this situation is fortunately less hectic than the one with Kin'Corras, it still puzzles her to see as many.]
What is going on?
[But, it is still an opportunity. Standing taller than a lot of people, she tries seeking for anything that could be familiar -- old friends, faces, whatever.]
What is going on?
[But, it is still an opportunity. Standing taller than a lot of people, she tries seeking for anything that could be familiar -- old friends, faces, whatever.]
Lithna Shirens | OC / The Inquisition MUD
She's never seen anything like this, and this doesn't look like Lithmore City. At all. The village could be a sleepy one like Lothos, perhaps.
The thing in front of her could be an abomination. She's never seen armor like that, not even among the Daravi. Instinctively, she reaches for her sword.]
Who goes there? [She tries to make her voice ring with the command of a titled Knight, but this is difficult when facing something disproportionately large... in a place she's starting to think can only mean magic. The skin on the back of her neck prickles, another sign.]
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Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023. UNSC.
[The voice is solid. Female, young, but no alien to any wars or command.]
Who are you?
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She, like Daisy, stays alert but waiting. She identifies herself first.]
Dame Lithna Shirens, of the Knights Lithmorran.
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SPARTAN-023 wasn't sure how permeated were the biases in the world of this woman. But she would take care.]
You're a long way home, ma'am. I'd suggest you found allies in here.
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[And this officer is the only person she's seen since then. Lithna's eyes narrow in suspicion. They say the first person you encounter after witnessing heinous magic may well be the perpetrator returning to the scene.]
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We were all in different worlds. If you look around... you'll see things too different from what you know.
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And if somehow, this is an illusion - or even true - then there is only one source. Her eyes narrow.]
Magic.
[She says the word like a curse.]
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Not just that.
[Ripping off band-aids has turned into a habit.]
There are wizards here, but they should be different from those of your world. My universe could only use technology, but the laws of reality vary from place to place.
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This leads her to only one reasonable conclusion.]
The Daravi lands. [She had somehow ended up on the very wrong side of the borders, with... Wait. With a Daravi knight who spoke the king's tongue?]
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Are you kidding? If it was possible in her world, they would abuse it to turn frogs into oranges, and his unlucky counterpart in another game is going to realize it.]Ma'am? [She tilts her head.] What do you mean?
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How is it that you speak the King's tongue?
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I don't know. [She tilts her head towards a resident with the wings she has hidden in her armor.] The people set in this world have wings they understand eachother with. I think I understand your language, and I'm speaking in a way you understand me.
We're from too many worlds. It's the reason we can all understand eachother. If you listen closely, you'd hear my language -- English.
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How can that be?
She has heard, in that 'vague rumor because no one would ever confess to having firsthand knowledge of this except on the rack, but it sounds plausible' way, of spells that give speech to mages.]
Some talisman. [The wings must be some spelled object, somehow.]
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It's the nature of this world. We don't have talismans here -none magical that aren't native to this world-. They just appear... Even with those born in this world.
[Especially with the Third Party.]
It's strange that you don't have them.
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I would never allow myself to be so tainted.
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[She nods to someone else.]
The wings serve no purpose save for language and flight. People set on this world grow them without surgery or magic involved.
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You are saying this is surgery. Like sewing a wound. [But how can they do this with an entire body part?]
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[Tactically, the Spartan acknowledges it might be dangerous to tell her the wings are a weak spot, especially so when she has the attitude of a Covenant Elite.]
Everyone gets them. It's strange that you don't.
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And you accept this? It does not trouble you that men sprout wings?
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[Her voice notes part knowing it happens, and part still hating it.]
If it was our choice, we wouldn't have them. [Her visor turns back to her.] And you still need to adapt to this world.
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[There are shortages sometimes, in a city like Lithmore. There is a changing political climate. There are new guild leaders, new guild personnel. New officers transferred to the city as promotion.
Unfortunately, this ranks as none of those.]
And there are those which cannot be tolerated.
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[The most brutal truth.]
The faster you realize this, the better you'll cope. And more you'll be ready for those changes.
[Otherwise, you'll mentally and emotionally blue-screen much like Daisy did in her first week.]
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There is no accepting of this magic. It must be rooted out. [On the other hand, it gives her a wonderful motivation for any plots against the Malnosso.]
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[Damn it. She was worse than a Covenant Elite.]
If you're not for magic, fine. But don't bother those that use it and still want a peaceful life. I've heard enough of gods and heresy where I'm from.
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She draws her sword.]
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Put that weapon down before you hurt yourself.
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I know how to use it.
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[Frederic taught her how to twist swords away from Elite Zealots, too.]
Put it down.
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mage-lover.]
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For the record, Daisy is not a mage-lover. Lina Inverse left before they could start dating!]Then I will. I won't let you hurt anyone here.
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She cannot kill this woman right here. She cannot even find an Inquisitor to see to the body if she did. And she has the certain feeling that there is no Cathedral in the square, not even a village church of the Order.]
I will harm no one good and true.
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The armor steps forward.]
Then hold up to it.
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[She unsheathes Lina's short sword, as her visor stares straight at the woman's own weapon.]
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No knight would do so.