Loud noises in the City [Open]

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

For the keen-eared to hear, there's shouting and loud voices coming from the lab opening cut high in the side of the Jedi Temple. Those new to the area, or possibly GLADOSed for an extended period of time -- in short, those who haven't learned to tune this sort of thing out -- might even be able to make out words, if they listened.

"No! That was not a command!"

"Command entered! This section of the laboratory is now being guarded against all intruders."

"Oh, for the sake of--"

"Warning! Intruder, leave the premises or face the wrath of arcane fury!"

"...I'm an intruder. In my own laboratory. You've got to be--"

"You have ten seconds to comply!"

"End instruction! Keyword: Sielwode."

"Keyword override is locked out for protection. You have 5 seconds!"

A few seconds passed.

"Why does it always have to end like this?"

A moment later, flame belched out of the laboratory opening, as a low thump heralded the fireball's detonation. Another moment later, the elf drifted out of the cut and to the ground, waving away the smell of brimstone and scorched defective golem with a miserable look on his face.

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi was still mostly lost, but there was no mistaking the sound of a large explosion. It was close -- was it an attack by these Ohm that he'd heard about? He took off at a dash, but slowed down once the laboratory came into view and he saw no signs of any world-destroying creatures swarming about.

There was a man outside the building in which the explosion had occurred, and Zouichi called out to him. "Sir, are you all right?"

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"One gets sick of being repeatedly forced to fireball one's failed attempts at golem creation into ash," Aibghalien said. He paused to cough into his hand, then, once his lungs were a little clearer, he added, "It's hardly the worst I've been through, though."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Golem creation? Is that a sort of machine?" Zouichi wasn't particularly well-versed in Earth mythology, although the word tugged vaguely at his memory. "Are you an engineer of some kind?"

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"it is a construct automated by magic," Aibghalien said. "Its technological counterpart is a 'robot', if I recall the term properly. I myself am a wizard."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

At least he had a vague idea of what a wizard was, though he'd never exactly encountered any magical beings back home. Zouichi wondered briefly if the man's ears had anything to do with being a wizard, although it was probably best not to ask.

Remembering his manners, he reached into his pocket, producing a small cloth and offering it to the other man. "I'm Kanoe Zouichi, by the way. I arrived recently, with the last batch of... from the pods."

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Accepting the handkerchief graciously, he set it aflutter in midair long enough to deliver a razor-sharp bow. "Aibghalien Marsai. It's a pleasure to meet you... though I can't imagine the circumstances are pleasant for you."

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

Marco never actually visited the Jedi Temple. Or anything of the other temples. Religion just wasn't his thing. Normally, he'd never have even heard the explosion.

But since today he was up in the sky in osprey morph, the giant fireball was kinda hard to miss.

Recognising the guy that had fought with him and Spidey against the Giant Plant Thing of Doom, Marco folded his wings and dived, pulling out of it when he was just above Aibghalien's head. Hey, he did not want to land next to the lingering flames.

<Dude, are you insane?! Wait, don't answer that. You are clearly insane. Okay, do you have a healing spell plus three or something handy or do I need to go grab medical?>

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"Oh, hello," Aibghalien said, recognizing the bird from all that time ago - since to an elf, all that time really hadn't been that long ago. "Don't worry, I'm quite all right physically, but thank you for your concern."

He glanced down at himself to make quite sure he was telling the truth. Luckily he was; his robes were sooty and ash-flecked but unharmed.

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

<Dude, a few moments ago you were on fire. Unless you've got some secret ability to not burn, I kinda doubt that you're fine.> Peering closely to make sure the flames were all gone, Marco carefully landed on the ground nearby. <What the hell were you even doing, anyway?>

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"Just the fringes of a fireball spell." Aibghalien dusted some ash off himself with a weary expression. "I do that all the time. I've been working on golems, but I've had little luck so far. Most of them have tended towards opening hostilities, so... it becomes necessary to destroy them."

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

<Ah, so the little clay men are getting uppity> Marco said, bobbing his head. <Have you tried, oh, giving them an off button instead?>

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"Wooden, in this case. A fireball IS their off button," he grumbled. "They keep getting lockdown in the orders phase. I'm enchanting them improperly, and I'm not certain where."

[curiousredsoul]

Celena was wandering the Jedi Temple for once, padding through the halls of what had been made the headquarters of the Mystical and magical department, one depart she knew she should look further into than she had yet had the chance. Thus far though she had yet to really encounter anyone as she took in the architecture of the Temple's corridors.

Her attention was drawn as the voices drifted down the halls from a few corridors down, raising an eye ridge at the exchange as she drew closer. Only as she drew around the corridor did she sense the magic just before the thump and the burst of fire that followed.

At the sight of the elf drifting out from the smoke, she couldn't help but give a bemused tilt of her head, "Magical experiments gone awry I would gather?" Her gaze swept over the other briefly, the fact that he could still float out of the room was indication in itself that it was nothing too threatening to the other's health.

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Aibghalien nearly fell out of the air. He did, in fact, drop a few precipitous feet before recovering his bearings. Not often did the elf lose his composure utterly, but this was one such time. For a few long moments he stared at the dragon in slack-jawed shock.

The sheer level of his own rudeness, as well as the fact that he had been addressed, penetrated his awareness a moment later. He hurriedly snapped his jaw shut and swept into the deepest bow of his life. "My apologies if I disturbed you," he said -- then realized he hadn't answered the question, and hastened to add, "Apparently the construction of golems cannot be mastered in a fortnight."

[curiousredsoul]

Celena watched with some interest as the Elf seemingly near fell out of the air from the sight of her. She didn't find his staring all too rude, amusing perhaps though. She'd had many differing reactions to the sight of her among the crew, each as intriguing as the last, the one before her now all the more.

His bow was soon returned with a bow of her own head before she gave a small shake of her head, "Not in the least, my apologies in turn if I startled you," she replied easily, raising an eye-ridge in interest as the other continued, "Indeed? A magical construct I would assume? Far from the simplest of things to construct,"

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"Y-yes, that is correct." Aibghalien grabbed desperately for some signs of composure, but very few things could have disconcerted him more. He would have taken a god's presence more calmly than this.

Finally, he swallowed hard, manned up, and spoke again. "I very much apologize for a terribly rude question, but... are you not a dragon?"

[curiousredsoul]

Out of politeness Celena kept her amusement of the others reaction to her hidden within, a friendly enough smile on her snout though as she dipped her head at his reply.

A curious headtilt was given as he spoke again before she dipped her head to the affirmative, "No need to apologize, I do not mind, and to answer your question, I am indeed a dragon," Celena would reply calmly and easily, curious as to the elf's interest and reaction to the fact that she was a dragon, before seeing it about time she introduced herself, "I am Celena Vantari, a pleasure to meet you,"

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Aibghalien had guessed at that amusement, hidden though it may be, because he was certain that irritability or annoyance would manifest more overtly, so amusement must be responsible for his current existence.

"Aibghalien Marsai," he said, hastening to deliver another deep and utterly respectful bow. "At your service."

Oh yes; elf, king, archmage... quietly freaking out!

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Finally a bit more at ease with the situation she was in, the half-orc girl began exploring this 'ship'. Didn't seem like a ship and more like a floating city. Kind of like Dalaran. She was walking down a new area before she was startled by a huge explosion.

She normal kept her Shadowmourne and armor back at her room, only taking with her her mothers twin swords, and the magical locket her dad had made her, simply for protection's sake. She ran towards the area where the sound was heard.

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Aibghalien glanced up at the sound of onrushing footsteps. When, through watering eyes that he wiped on his sleeve, he managed to discern the identity of his visitor, he smiled. "Hello, Ronnae."

The moment was rather ruined by a small secondary explosion that sent a few boards hurling out the side of the temple to land by his feet. "Damn. I must've caught a flask in that fireball too," he said, ducking his head sheepishly.

[encourage]

A low thump wasn't always something to attract attention, let alone when overwhelmed by everything else that could in this City within a Living Ship within Space that wasn't quite Space. Yet after hearing some of the shouting from a cut in the side of a building she didn't recognize, the thump was almost worrying.

Almost, because not long after Sakura arrived, she discovered at least one person to focus her attention on. They didn't look worse for the wear, at least not in any way she was used to dealing with, even if they were strange to her eyes.

"Are you injured? What happened?" Better to cut straight to the point for now.

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Amidst the tedious process of dusting ash off himself and grumbling, the elf still had the presence of mind to hear the approaching girl, and offer a wan smile to her as he looked up.

"I'm fine, thank you. A little singed, but that's an occupational hazard. I had to... forcefully decommission an experiment."

[encourage]

She found herself raising an eyebrow at his short explanation. "Was all of this," she said, gesturing vaguely around the area, "Part of that decommission, or a side effect of said experiment being decommissioned?"

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"Sort of both?" he said, somewhere between sheepish and amused. "I'm creating golems, but that was never a specialty of mine and I don't have the necessary reference materials for the practice, so I'm sort of inventing it from scratch."

He glared up at the still-smoking opening in the wall, as if it was somehow responsible. "I'm making an error in the command structure somewhere. They interpret words randomly as orders and then lockout all further instructions. Somehow this always leads to violence, and... frankly, fireballing them is a much better outlet for my frustrations once they decide to do me personal harm."

[encourage]

"Golems?" Everyone had such specific language for the things they did, and Sakura was attempting to get familiar with it. Golems was another new word that didn't quite make sense in and of itself.

"Thta all sounds... annoying." She'd settled with annoying, though bothersome, irritating, ridiculous and several other apt descriptors had come to mind. When one's construction turned against you based on an error you made in the issuing of commands -- one you can't yet pinpoint -- sure, she figured annoying was as liable to describe the attached emotion as that sounds stupidly dangerous could describe her knee-jerk reaction to hearing about them. "Your lab manages to survive these encounters?"