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[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

Who: all, gods and mortals
Where: the foundations of a city
When: 199, on what should be the start of an Autumn morning
What:

[ It has been a long, hot night of work. Those about to turn in for the day, may not notice the young man in black climbing the tallest structure he can. It is just as the horizon is about to burn that he speaks. His voice is slurred slightly in the way of one who has not been able to hear themselves speak for some time, but the words carry impossibly loud and perfectly through all the city. ]

Hark, O gathered! A new tapestry has begun!

Still your hands and open your ears to this prophecy is spoken to both god and mortal in tandem.

Our lady has put aside the threads of red fire and graying earth.

She weaves now of a deep, wide blackness, though which we are the only true light.

Each nation shall bind together, making a hundred vessels and a hundred more.

In this way we will be delivered from the wrath of the mother of our father.

But there will be a heavy price for this salvation!

Cords that were once unending, shall too meet sheers.

The very frame on which all things were woven must itself be shattered- each piece.

We are burried in the cracking hills, in the boiling sea, in the holy places now dying.

Destroy us, and in our destruction shall be your deliverance.

Sabra La Tau will die. Sabra La Tau will live.

Sabra La Tau will become the stars.

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Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

[ SIGH ]


It is not a matter of plans, but of truth.

[tothelight]

[ blinks, and turns. Still carrying a sheaf of papers under an arm. ]

...Master G.

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

A decent enough amount. I know one of the Core's engineers is here.

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

[. . . stepping back!]

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

The ships would have to be fairly massive.

[Hm. Do we have the materials. . .]

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Can ships go up there?

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

What do you make of it?

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[messagingly.insanejournal.com]

...

If you say it is, I will believe it. He's not going to like this.

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

Currently? No. But with the blessing and aid of the Gods, I imagine that we can do it.

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

[ pulls out a spool of shimmering, sky blue and ties it in to her work. ]


He will more than dislike it, oh my son.

[hath-no-fury.insanejournal.com]

You don't have a chance at all.

[tothelight]

...if it were my judgement alone I would think them sun-mad words.

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Aa, there's truth in that . . .

Are there seas to sail up there?

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Even now that magic and gods have been proven to you?

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

I have seen clouds of light, but no seas as we know them.

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[messagingly.insanejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer that, hands still, and watching her fingers work. It is more than a few clacks of the loom until he speaks.]

I will speak with him. Surely words and reason shall make their mark.

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Then how will a ship work . . . ?

[bearinmind.insanejournal.com]

In my homeland, the Inventors designed ships that could fly in the air.

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

[ smiles a bit ruefully ]


Yes, you will speak with him.

[like-a-truck.insanejournal.com]

So you are asking for me to hit you! WHO AM I TO REFUSE MY BELOVED SISTER?

[ENGAGE FISTS]

[thehydran.insanejournal.com]

Really?

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[messagingly.insanejournal.com]

[He stands up again, wind swirling about him.]

It can work. You surely can't say in all the patterns, all the possibilities, there isn't a single way that it couldn't resolve peacefully?

[tothelight]

.... [ fhh. ]

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

I certainly do not recall saying such a thing.

Re: [MEANWHILE, SOME ASSHOLES...]

[i-delve.insanejournal.com]

[rises, leaving her harp next to her stool and censor and steps closer, to examine. sighs.]

So small, for was once so long. Aie, we'll truely be naught but bleached taters next, should we stay and let ourself be battered. Tis true that we will not be long, set so.

But I find within me things set ajangle at this plan.