(Lucretia's a reluctant fighter, one who will do what she has to if the situation calls for it. Even then, her grasp on magic is still tenuous, physical fighting skills rusty and unpolished; turns out hanging around with a group of people who will go for almost anything if it looks at them sideways for long enough has its downsides after all.
The creature soaring up above is no doubt drawn to her IPRE-issue jacket, the bright red a beacon against the concrete ground. When it swoops down towards her, instinct is the only thing that saves Lucretia at the last second: she jumps to the side, and lashes out with a fist, surprising herself with the swiftness of her reaction.
It barely connects, but sends the thing spinning back up into the air nevertheless. When it turns for another go at her, all Lucretia can do is raise clenched hands against it, stomach tight with anxiety as she desperately tries to remember anything Magnus has ever tried to teach her in the past.)
03. homesick bazaar
(Now that she's at three days since she came through the portal, Lucretia is starting to reconcile with the reality of her situation: this (whatever this is) is not another cycle. This planet– this city– is unlike anything that she's seen before. Usually this wouldn't perturb her, but the disappearance of the Starblaster, and her fellow IPRE members has changed everything. It's starting to hit her, hard.
Barring this, the Light doesn't seem to exist here, and there's nothing to shoot for, nowhere to start. Anxiety is settling in as she wanders the streets, completely thrown by the sudden disappearance of a structure she has been dutifully following for more than thirty years now.
The Bazaar provides a welcome distraction. Her attention is immediately drawn to familiar smells that abruptly remind her of her mother's home cooking; of a planet with two suns that she misses more than she can say; of a ship, and of people she's starting to dread she'll never see again. She accepts a plate with shaking hands and takes it to a quiet place so she can sit and pencil a few, quiet thoughts into her pocketbook about things she is worried she might, one day, forget.)
05a. network video, user: chronicler
(The feed buzzes for a short while, static crackling until the video finally comes into proper focus; even then, the camera is angled down. Lucretia's shoulder is the only thing in shot.
There's a soft 'okay' and a gentle shuffling of paper, and then a journal is being held up to the camera, opened wide to focus on a double page spread of a watercolour painting. The painting is of purple and green hills, some of which are cracked neatly down the middle to reveal rock inside that sparkles like the night sky. In the middle of the page, bright white contrasting starkly, is a large, soft white circle. It's brushed in delicately, and seems to be radiating light out over the hills surrounding it.
Lucretia clears her throat, speaking loudly and clearly from behind the book.)
Has anybody seen anything like this planet side? I'd appreciate any information you have.
05b. friendr
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Lucretia
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Lucretia / The Adventure Zone
The creature soaring up above is no doubt drawn to her IPRE-issue jacket, the bright red a beacon against the concrete ground. When it swoops down towards her, instinct is the only thing that saves Lucretia at the last second: she jumps to the side, and lashes out with a fist, surprising herself with the swiftness of her reaction.
It barely connects, but sends the thing spinning back up into the air nevertheless. When it turns for another go at her, all Lucretia can do is raise clenched hands against it, stomach tight with anxiety as she desperately tries to remember anything Magnus has ever tried to teach her in the past.)
03. homesick bazaar
Barring this, the Light doesn't seem to exist here, and there's nothing to shoot for, nowhere to start. Anxiety is settling in as she wanders the streets, completely thrown by the sudden disappearance of a structure she has been dutifully following for more than thirty years now.
The Bazaar provides a welcome distraction. Her attention is immediately drawn to familiar smells that abruptly remind her of her mother's home cooking; of a planet with two suns that she misses more than she can say; of a ship, and of people she's starting to dread she'll never see again. She accepts a plate with shaking hands and takes it to a quiet place so she can sit and pencil a few, quiet thoughts into her pocketbook about things she is worried she might, one day, forget.)
05a. network
video, user: chronicler
There's a soft 'okay' and a gentle shuffling of paper, and then a journal is being held up to the camera, opened wide to focus on a double page spread of a watercolour painting. The painting is of purple and green hills, some of which are cracked neatly down the middle to reveal rock inside that sparkles like the night sky. In the middle of the page, bright white contrasting starkly, is a large, soft white circle. It's brushed in delicately, and seems to be radiating light out over the hills surrounding it.
Lucretia clears her throat, speaking loudly and clearly from behind the book.)
Has anybody seen anything like this planet side? I'd appreciate any information you have.
05b. friendr