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Hey guys! I need candles. Also matches or a lighter, mine's running out of fluid. I guess it would be too much to ask if anyone had any incense?
[Some Time Later, Outside on Deck]
[Wanda is getting pretty good at building snow altars. She'll have to go back to setting things out on the deck proper after the snow melts, but for now the makeshift plinth can both hold her altar tools and offer partial protection from the chilly breeze.]
[Altar tools such as they are...some stubs of candles, her most complete cigarette burning down as an offering, a stack of fruit with a dusting of snow, a cup of water stolen from the kitchen. She has no Goddess image to venerate. Once or twice she's thought to mold one from snow, but...that would require her to know who exactly she is praying to. Which she just plain doesn't yet. Faith...it is complicated. With her faith in people and justice went her faith in the Divine, and she spent all winter trying to at least get that part back. All she really wants was the sense that she has an edge, someone up there pulling for her...something.]
[But even if she doesn't know who she is praying to, she knows the prayer. The same one she has made every night since she started these rituals. Scrawled on a piece of paper in russet ink that isn't ink, folded and set under the tallest candlestub:]
Give me freedom or give me death.
[She stands at the altar, not ever knowing what to say anymore, just trying to focus her power and intent without knocking the candles into the air in an outrage-fueled burst of chaos energy.]
Hey guys! I need candles. Also matches or a lighter, mine's running out of fluid. I guess it would be too much to ask if anyone had any incense?
[Some Time Later, Outside on Deck]
[Wanda is getting pretty good at building snow altars. She'll have to go back to setting things out on the deck proper after the snow melts, but for now the makeshift plinth can both hold her altar tools and offer partial protection from the chilly breeze.]
[Altar tools such as they are...some stubs of candles, her most complete cigarette burning down as an offering, a stack of fruit with a dusting of snow, a cup of water stolen from the kitchen. She has no Goddess image to venerate. Once or twice she's thought to mold one from snow, but...that would require her to know who exactly she is praying to. Which she just plain doesn't yet. Faith...it is complicated. With her faith in people and justice went her faith in the Divine, and she spent all winter trying to at least get that part back. All she really wants was the sense that she has an edge, someone up there pulling for her...something.]
[But even if she doesn't know who she is praying to, she knows the prayer. The same one she has made every night since she started these rituals. Scrawled on a piece of paper in russet ink that isn't ink, folded and set under the tallest candlestub:]
Give me freedom or give me death.
[She stands at the altar, not ever knowing what to say anymore, just trying to focus her power and intent without knocking the candles into the air in an outrage-fueled burst of chaos energy.]
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Date: 2012-02-22 05:05 am (UTC)After all, the Admiral was likely some god of neutrality hiding his true identity behind the title, and the only place Raistlin believed that his own gods may sense him was in the CES, as he did see his moons there, although he wondered if they were even truly his moons at all.
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Date: 2012-02-22 05:10 am (UTC)There had to be. It was the one scrap of hope she had managed to muster up after months of utter despair.
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Date: 2012-02-23 01:28 am (UTC)In which case...he had an idea, and perhaps he could turn this to his advantage. It was a long shot, but it was one that if it didn't work, nothing would be lost, so he might as well try.
"Of course, if that is the issue, when we're in port we would be remaining in the domain of one pantheon of gods for a longer period of time." He paused, and added, "If you do contact them and negotiate a deal, perhaps you could manage one that would benefit all of us."
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Date: 2012-02-25 03:53 am (UTC)"Thanks for that."
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Date: 2012-02-22 05:13 am (UTC)[Wanda did you know that George performs strange rituals in ancient languages full of symbolism with men in long robes? And he's a Freemason too!]
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Date: 2012-02-22 08:02 am (UTC)They should probably do each other's hair.
Date: 2012-02-22 11:56 pm (UTC)It would take ten minutes apiece. XD Heck they nearly have the same hairdo.
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From:Royal blue hair would totally bring out his eyes! :D
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Date: 2012-02-22 05:42 am (UTC)[ as if it's an afterthought, but a question she should have asked] What's the plan?
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Date: 2012-02-22 08:04 am (UTC)I'm just trying to pray. Since the damn Christians think they own the chapel I gotta scrounge my own space and supplies.
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Date: 2012-02-22 08:13 am (UTC)A thousand hexes on Erik Lehnsherr, who destroyed my life and gets to get away with it. A thousand hexes on Charles Xavier for standing by and letting him do it without rescuing me. On Raven Darkholme, who made a tool out of me. On Franklin Mott, who claimed to love me and then broke me. On this crazed Admiral, who keeps me a captive without cause. On all of them, for doing to me what I did not and do not deserve, may the suffering they cause be visited on them not threefold but a thousand times. For them, let their punishment be swift and let me be witness to it. And as for me...
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As for me, either get me out of here or kill me in a way they can't bring back.
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Date: 2012-02-22 04:24 pm (UTC)One step at a time, Castiel. He studies the altar for a few moments, noting the nubs of candles. wanda might hear the sounds of wings moving, and of air rushing. the angel takes a few steps forward to make his presence known, then silently offers a hand, in which are four brand new, stock-white candles.]
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Date: 2012-02-22 11:47 pm (UTC)[Arthas looks at her curiously - he remembers what it was like to be cold in a way that wasn't tolerable. The first night he should have died in the arctic but didn't was probably when he stopped being human, in retrospect.]
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Date: 2012-02-22 11:53 pm (UTC)Spam
Date: 2012-02-22 11:57 pm (UTC)Your soul. To what?
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Date: 2012-02-23 01:29 am (UTC)He coughed, feeling vaguely awkward and like he was intruding, but.]
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Date: 2012-02-25 03:42 am (UTC)[The sight of him did bring her out of her despair some.] How you doing?
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Date: 2012-02-27 02:13 am (UTC)Alright. You?
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Date: 2012-02-24 12:26 pm (UTC)Filter
Date: 2012-02-25 03:40 am (UTC)It may sound strange but...I'm trying to rekindle my faith. It's a thing. I have worked on self reliance but it gives me a sense of being part of something larger.