Who: adaine + CR, old and new What: september catchall When: throughout the month of september, possibly beyond Where: alternate trench, gaze, the school of mutter, the isekai books, all over trench basically
[The girl with bright orange hair looks at Sansa like she's grown a second head. She's about to say something when their conversation is in fact interrupted by the sound of the tower shaking as if it's being shot by a cannon the size of a bus.]
Well, that, for starters. [Kristen says, and she points out the window at the source. And out there, a voice can be heard booming impossibly loud ("PEOPLE OF FALLINEL! TODAY, YOUR NATION FALLS!"), belonging to the man that is at least a kilometre tall. Somehow. The book, the memory and the person it belongs to, it feels a powerful enough emotion at the sight to identify it, even if the feelings are foreign to Sansa.
Father. It isn't sentimental in nature, it's a contemptuous knot of bitter feelings that such a brief glance can't even begin to untangle. The horned girl speaks up - Fig, her name is Fig, and shoots Kristen an annoyed look, and Sansa a sympathetic grimace.]
Her sister will know where she's being held, was the plan. And we know where she is. Your, um, dad, pretty much provided the best distraction we're gonna get.
[Though, as she says that, about three people in gilded armor begin to clamber out of nothing but a plume of smoke, their swords drawing. Fig rounds on them and bares her teeth in a feral grin.] Bring it, bitches!
[And she very swiftly and very skillfully plays a sick bass guitar solo that swells into a hypnotic rhythm and causes the furthest to immediately wildly attack his friend. Kristen tugs at Sansa's arm, to signal that it's time to start running and following Fig - who appears to now be using her guitar as an axe to bludgeon one of them as she sprints past him toward Aelwyn's holding cell.]
[sansa runs obligingly, glancing at the fighting guards, out at the giant man, back at the girl with the guitar. she considers what she knows of adaine's friends, and her world.]
Of course I will do what I can. [a very brief pause.] Would you believe me if I told you I was a friend of Adaine, a...sort of druid, trying to help her from a great distance away, and I became stuck in this body through a magic accident?
[Kristen looks at Sansa like she's just walked up to her, spat in her face and shot her dog.]
Are... are you fucking kidding me?! Oh my god. Every time. Just... we'll deal with that later, I guess.
[She slaps a hand against her forehead, and Fig... didn't appear to hear this entire exchange. Instead, she's sprinting ahead, red with rage and determination.]
Adaine! We're here to save you!
[And in the window of time as she turns to enter Aelwyn's cellroom, a voice calls out, Adaine's.]
We're in here! She needs help.
[And that gets Kristen's attention immediately. So with one unsure glance toward Sansayda, she sprints off in that direction to help.]
[sansa is used to nasty looks. she doesn't bother deferring blame to never mind or asking if this has happened to them before (every time?), but hurries along as she's bid.]
Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I have all her memories.
[somewhere......ordinarily she's only ever a passenger to an unfamiliar body, knowing instinctively what they already know. this is different. she wracks her(?) brain for spells and how to do them.]
I just have to sort through them. I can do whatever she does.
Right. Just don't mention it right now, we'll talk afterwards. [Things really are desperate if Kristen is the one being placed in this role. At least that's what Adaine would think. She's about two minutes from doing one of the stupidest things Adaine ever saw in her life.
The knowledge of the spells eludes Sansa. Her access to Ayda's memories are filtered through being in a brain she does not understand, a library, ordered and systematic and structured. The brain she's in doesn't understand either, and it has created an entire life built around that fact, around finding understanding anywhere.
But the motions are there. The muscle memory. The spellbook. She could try to use it, in a pinch. Sansa already knows some of the spells from Adaine's own lessons.
But what comes out of Adaine's cellroom isn't a threat. It's Adaine, holding a girl that looks remarkably similar to her. She's taller, and she used to be heavier. Adaine could never lift her. Now, it's as if a rake has become a girl, or rather a girl has become a rake with a mop of unkempt hair.]
Can someone help? She's... passed out. They've been keeping her awake this entire time.
[Meet Aelwyn Abernant, the eldest and most beloved child of the Abernant family, and the girl that Adaine has hated deeply for her entire life.]
[aelwyn. the one they pit against her sister––the one they used up and threw out. sansa notes distantly that she's taller than adaine; she can practically hear her omen hissing that this is what littlefinger would have done with you.
she forgets the unfamiliar, overwhelming memories like a library without a maester for guidance (she resolves to brave the archives if never mind ever lets her out of here). she is reminded of marillion's eerie cries from the sky cells. the expression on her face is entirely sansa stark, and so is the contempt in her voice.]
Of course they have.
[sansa turns back towards the faintly glowing girl kristen––the glow seems healer-y, at least.]
We have to heal her. She will help us. If Adaine can't get them out of there––well, perhaps they weren't expecting any trouble from the other side of the door.
[she reaches for her own spellbook, looking for anything to do with healing first, breaking magical barriers second, breaking anything else third.]
[Fig looks at Sansa, the steel in her gaze softening slightly, maybe just at the sight of her, but also with confusion.]
...I mean, I know she's hot and all but... she did kind of try to kill us all...?
[Kristen shakes her head at Fig, some kind of signal. Usually, it's anyone giving this signal to Kristen. Or Gorgug. Times are desperate, however. And Kristen is going through her own spells.
It's hard for everyone present to believe that this was the girl they fought on the rooftops, that this was the girl who nearly killed all of them. But Adaine speaks.]
I - She tried to help me. There's no physical damage, none that sleep and food won't fix, the orb was keeping her alive and intact but... [Adaine's eyes harden with rage so potent she herself might pluck the sun from the sky.] She can't... form longterm memories anymore. It's a brain problem, I think. It probably won't have an immediate cure but - [A loud thud as another group of elementals explode above them.] Not here.
[Fig nods, sharing Adaine's resolve with a look of genuine sadness, and patting her arm softly.] We have a camp, we just need to get out of here. The others are on their way with the van.
[Kristen looks at Sansa - and at Adaine, and says.] I'll do what I can. Uh, not a lot of spellslots left, though. Let me see if I prepared Greater Restoration...
[sansa sort of expected that aelwyn would have fought them before. she nods, her steely gaze unrelenting. the promise of a vanguard is some relief––she's sure this is not the sort of stealth operation the faceless men would run, but at least they aren't completely mad.]
They've been poisoning her mind for a long time. With care, and our help, she'll do better.
[the mechanics of battle here are beyond anything in the seven kingdoms, or even what they manage in trench. sansa doesn't know all the pieces, how many of their own people are in the castle, what exactly is happening overhead, but since they're here there must be something they can do to weaken the enemy stronghold from within...]
It would be well if we could leave something behind us when we go. Not anything that would hurt any of our people, but perhaps a kind of trap...
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Well, that, for starters. [Kristen says, and she points out the window at the source. And out there, a voice can be heard booming impossibly loud ("PEOPLE OF FALLINEL! TODAY, YOUR NATION FALLS!"), belonging to the man that is at least a kilometre tall. Somehow. The book, the memory and the person it belongs to, it feels a powerful enough emotion at the sight to identify it, even if the feelings are foreign to Sansa.
Father. It isn't sentimental in nature, it's a contemptuous knot of bitter feelings that such a brief glance can't even begin to untangle. The horned girl speaks up - Fig, her name is Fig, and shoots Kristen an annoyed look, and Sansa a sympathetic grimace.]
Her sister will know where she's being held, was the plan. And we know where she is. Your, um, dad, pretty much provided the best distraction we're gonna get.
[Though, as she says that, about three people in gilded armor begin to clamber out of nothing but a plume of smoke, their swords drawing. Fig rounds on them and bares her teeth in a feral grin.] Bring it, bitches!
[And she very swiftly and very skillfully plays a sick bass guitar solo that swells into a hypnotic rhythm and causes the furthest to immediately wildly attack his friend. Kristen tugs at Sansa's arm, to signal that it's time to start running and following Fig - who appears to now be using her guitar as an axe to bludgeon one of them as she sprints past him toward Aelwyn's holding cell.]
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Of course I will do what I can. [a very brief pause.] Would you believe me if I told you I was a friend of Adaine, a...sort of druid, trying to help her from a great distance away, and I became stuck in this body through a magic accident?
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Are... are you fucking kidding me?! Oh my god. Every time. Just... we'll deal with that later, I guess.
[She slaps a hand against her forehead, and Fig... didn't appear to hear this entire exchange. Instead, she's sprinting ahead, red with rage and determination.]
Adaine! We're here to save you!
[And in the window of time as she turns to enter Aelwyn's cellroom, a voice calls out, Adaine's.]
We're in here! She needs help.
[And that gets Kristen's attention immediately. So with one unsure glance toward Sansayda, she sprints off in that direction to help.]
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Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I have all her memories.
[somewhere......ordinarily she's only ever a passenger to an unfamiliar body, knowing instinctively what they already know. this is different. she wracks her(?) brain for spells and how to do them.]
I just have to sort through them. I can do whatever she does.
[in theory. she sprints after adaine's voice.]
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Right. Just don't mention it right now, we'll talk afterwards. [Things really are desperate if Kristen is the one being placed in this role. At least that's what Adaine would think. She's about two minutes from doing one of the stupidest things Adaine ever saw in her life.
The knowledge of the spells eludes Sansa. Her access to Ayda's memories are filtered through being in a brain she does not understand, a library, ordered and systematic and structured. The brain she's in doesn't understand either, and it has created an entire life built around that fact, around finding understanding anywhere.
But the motions are there. The muscle memory. The spellbook. She could try to use it, in a pinch. Sansa already knows some of the spells from Adaine's own lessons.
But what comes out of Adaine's cellroom isn't a threat. It's Adaine, holding a girl that looks remarkably similar to her. She's taller, and she used to be heavier. Adaine could never lift her. Now, it's as if a rake has become a girl, or rather a girl has become a rake with a mop of unkempt hair.]
Can someone help? She's... passed out. They've been keeping her awake this entire time.
[Meet Aelwyn Abernant, the eldest and most beloved child of the Abernant family, and the girl that Adaine has hated deeply for her entire life.]
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she forgets the unfamiliar, overwhelming memories like a library without a maester for guidance (she resolves to brave the archives if never mind ever lets her out of here). she is reminded of marillion's eerie cries from the sky cells. the expression on her face is entirely sansa stark, and so is the contempt in her voice.]
Of course they have.
[sansa turns back towards the faintly glowing girl kristen––the glow seems healer-y, at least.]
We have to heal her. She will help us. If Adaine can't get them out of there––well, perhaps they weren't expecting any trouble from the other side of the door.
[she reaches for her own spellbook, looking for anything to do with healing first, breaking magical barriers second, breaking anything else third.]
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...I mean, I know she's hot and all but... she did kind of try to kill us all...?
[Kristen shakes her head at Fig, some kind of signal. Usually, it's anyone giving this signal to Kristen. Or Gorgug. Times are desperate, however. And Kristen is going through her own spells.
It's hard for everyone present to believe that this was the girl they fought on the rooftops, that this was the girl who nearly killed all of them. But Adaine speaks.]
I - She tried to help me. There's no physical damage, none that sleep and food won't fix, the orb was keeping her alive and intact but... [Adaine's eyes harden with rage so potent she herself might pluck the sun from the sky.] She can't... form longterm memories anymore. It's a brain problem, I think. It probably won't have an immediate cure but - [A loud thud as another group of elementals explode above them.] Not here.
[Fig nods, sharing Adaine's resolve with a look of genuine sadness, and patting her arm softly.] We have a camp, we just need to get out of here. The others are on their way with the van.
[Kristen looks at Sansa - and at Adaine, and says.] I'll do what I can. Uh, not a lot of spellslots left, though. Let me see if I prepared Greater Restoration...
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They've been poisoning her mind for a long time. With care, and our help, she'll do better.
[the mechanics of battle here are beyond anything in the seven kingdoms, or even what they manage in trench. sansa doesn't know all the pieces, how many of their own people are in the castle, what exactly is happening overhead, but since they're here there must be something they can do to weaken the enemy stronghold from within...]
It would be well if we could leave something behind us when we go. Not anything that would hurt any of our people, but perhaps a kind of trap...
[she flips through her spellbook again.]