redcladidealist: (Nervous)
redcladidealist ([personal profile] redcladidealist) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2013-01-10 04:02 pm

25th Combo - Rune Crest

Who: Lloyd Irving and castmates/CR who would be aware of the Rune Crest stuff going on
Where: Winespring Inn and forge
When: Today, morning and evening
Style: Either!
Status: Closed... ish? If you feel you have an IC reason to stop in, feel free!

Note: Please mark in the subject whether you are tagging before or after the making of the Crest. The actual forging of the Rune Crest is going to be handwaved to help simplify things.

Before

[Anxiety flutters in Lloyd's stomach as he carefully gathers his tools. Today is the day. He doesn't think he can prepare himself any more than he has. He doesn't feel prepared, though, especially not when he knows he's going to have to remove his own Key Crest. Before he'd become an angel, that wouldn't have been a problem. A Key Crest applied before an Exsphere was attached ensured that the Exsphere never rooted itself so deeply that the bearer's mana became irremovably entwined. He'd taken his Exsphere off before, to no ill effect, and if he'd wanted to, he could have removed the Key Crest after that. It would have hurt, sure. Key Crests weren't meant to be easily removed. But it wouldn't have done anything worse than maybe leave a scar or two.

Now, though... Now he can't remove his Exsphere, not without risking his already unstable mana going out of control. With his angelic transformation, the Exsphere has become too much a part of him. Unfortunately, the Key Crest has to come off so that they can attach the Rune Crest to it. For however long it takes him to do that, he'll be a ticking bomb. They'd made plans to help prevent the worst, but still! Worry eats at him. If the worst happens despite everything...

He swallows. I should go warn Mat.]


After

[One breath. Another. He's not sure if it's safe to feel relief yet. Sitting on the porch of the inn, Lloyd closes his hands. Opens them.

They're shaking.

Another breath. And then another. How will he know? How will he know if the Rune Crest works? Afternoon light glints off the newly forged metal, the runes carved in it both foreign and familiar at once. He knew a lot of the basic runes, learned from Dirk since he was three, but some of these he'd had to copy from Colette's crest, had to trust Dhaos's word that they were good. If even one stroke of a rune was off, though, how would it hold if he ever had reason to really put it to the test? What if something went wrong?

One breath. Another breath.

I'm scared.

At the same time, though, he was strangely elated. The advanced metalwork that he'd just done...

I made a Rune Crest myself!]
radiantwingedone: (Dein Nomos)

[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2013-01-16 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
.... [ Duke nods, dispelling the light for a moment before repeating the sweep and following it up with a sweep to the sky.

That pattern on the floor stays the same, but the symbols spin faster and faster about him, forming a small golden whirlwind that brightens. At the brightest, it then expands, moving Duke's hair and coat about but otherwise working very little like an actual wind.

Except maybe on Lloyd's wings...
]
radiantwingedone: (Default)

[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2013-01-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
.... Not long.

[ Duke drops the blade back to his side and.. well, there went that effect. ]

Sustained dispersal is far harder than dispersal of a moment.
radiantwingedone: (Focus)

[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2013-01-17 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
... [ Let him think about that. ]

Possibly. Would likely need to both touch coral and eat then sleep for a while after... [ He thinks he can, it'd just be a bit of a strain... ]
radiantwingedone: (Default)

[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2013-01-18 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Duke settles in that chair he'd moved, putting Dein Nomos across his lap and a book atop the blade. He shifts once - finding that comfortable enough to stay put for a while, but uncomfortable enough he won't be lulled into sleep spot - and nods. ]

When you need me.