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trans_92011-05-07 09:37 pm
brustriese.livejournal.com) wrote in trans_92011-05-07 09:37 pm
Her Flight [semi-open]
Somewhere inside the vast dome of the City, Signum floated, transformed into her battle gear, eyes closed and mind reaching out to the ship for magical reactions. The presence of Stacy's mind - not magic per se, but still psychically loud - was a constant buzz, but her senses floated to smaller, brighter sparks, aided by what she held in her hands - the "Book of Darkness" that she had taken up last week. She'd been confused, then, but now that the Administration Program was back in her proper place, it was time to start filling the pages again. She'd dawdled too long on this ship, trusting 'Stacy' to keep Hayate safe (ha!), even socializing with the time-displaced Bureau mages who had been trying to stop her before all this...
She reaches out for magical reactions. People she knew - Nanoha and Testarossa (avoid at all costs), Aibghalien (noted), Hayate (...) - and others she didn't, or whom she was merely acquainted with through the Magic Department.
Ha. A Wolkenritter joining such an organization. That was possibly her least thought-out bit of subterfuge here. They had nothing to offer her, unless some bleeding hearts were willing to sacrifice mana...but that clearly wouldn't happen. No, no, it's definitely time to go back to doing this the old-fashioned way. The very old-fashioned way, since her comrades were all still in the pods.
Yes, she'd have to be careful, but the danger was worth it. To live quietly with her Master, even in this besieged cave of a starship...that was what mattered.
She focuses in on a magical signature and swoops quietly towards it, preparing a Barrier to isolate herself with the victim. Hopefully, they'd fall quickly and painlessly...
((Okay friends, reply to this post if you a) have magical powers and want to have a fight with Signum over them or b) spot Signum and want to stop her. Threads will probably take place in skewed pocket dimensions called Barriers for privacy, but these can be broken into if you like. Expect fighting! Signum isn't in the mood to talk. Further details can be found here. If you signed up to get mugged and want to do it in another post, just let me know.))
She reaches out for magical reactions. People she knew - Nanoha and Testarossa (avoid at all costs), Aibghalien (noted), Hayate (...) - and others she didn't, or whom she was merely acquainted with through the Magic Department.
Ha. A Wolkenritter joining such an organization. That was possibly her least thought-out bit of subterfuge here. They had nothing to offer her, unless some bleeding hearts were willing to sacrifice mana...but that clearly wouldn't happen. No, no, it's definitely time to go back to doing this the old-fashioned way. The very old-fashioned way, since her comrades were all still in the pods.
Yes, she'd have to be careful, but the danger was worth it. To live quietly with her Master, even in this besieged cave of a starship...that was what mattered.
She focuses in on a magical signature and swoops quietly towards it, preparing a Barrier to isolate herself with the victim. Hopefully, they'd fall quickly and painlessly...
((Okay friends, reply to this post if you a) have magical powers and want to have a fight with Signum over them or b) spot Signum and want to stop her. Threads will probably take place in skewed pocket dimensions called Barriers for privacy, but these can be broken into if you like. Expect fighting! Signum isn't in the mood to talk. Further details can be found here. If you signed up to get mugged and want to do it in another post, just let me know.))
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Signum flinches as the magical connection is abruptly cut - not only from the suddenness and completeness of that AMF (a rare but not-unheard of sight in her personal experience), but also the fact that she hadn't noticed how far the Book was draining him. Though it seemed to have cut off almost in mid-spell, many pages were still filled with neat arcane diagrams corresponding to the elf's world's particular style of magic.
Thankfully, the AMF hadn't disrupted her or the Book (or her clothes) in any way but denying the effect of the magical drain. She thus is able to have the luxury of looking horrified at herself, ameliorated only slightly by the success of Aibghalien's backup plan. She quickly closes the Book and stows it away, not waiting for it to find a way around the wizard's defenses.
In a fight, Aibghalien would be helpless against her for the moment - Anti-Magic Fields are notable for not stopping sharpened steel - but Signum was no longer looking for a fight. Or anything. Leaving only her worried and self-disgusted expression as an apology, she takes two more steps back from Aibghalien and flies off, not wanting to hurt him further (and assuming he wouldn't be able to follow her until that spell's duration ran out.)
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But he elected not to do either of those things. Aibghalien let her go. In part it was hope that he had made a difference in her quest for magic -- either by the volume of power he had provided, or by showing her that others on the ship could be trusted to help her and trust her in turn. In part it was legitimate fear. Did he have a hope of defeating her as a polymorphed dragon? And in part it was a simple and curious feeling that, if he fought her as a dragon, he would in some way be tainting that form.
All those reasons circling in his head, he watched her go with only regret that he couldn't have helped the problem, only treated the symptoms.