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come_sailaway2022-10-01 12:45 am
selenokinesis) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-01 12:45 am
☽ It takes a monster to destroy a monster
Who: Ebalon & All Y'all
What: Ebalon blows himself up with a portal. There is an ensuing tantrum when he comes back to life.
When: 10/6 (initial explosion); 10/9 (everything else)
Where: The Atrium, Promenade, Ebalon's Cabin, & Sports Deck
Warnings: Unintentional death by explosions, gore & gross descriptions, general violence, Ebalon being himself
[Mid-afternoon, an explosion originating from the atrium rings out loud and clear. Though it isn't enough to rock the ship, small in nature as it is, it is enough to leave a sizeable hole in the middle of the floor, where one might fall through if they aren't careful. Lying wedged into the partially-destroyed floor are the smouldering, red-hot remnants of a portal frame, the top half entirely missing, though if one looks hard enough they might find the shrapnel lying some hundreds of feet off. Next to it, hanging precariously on the edge and about to drop into the hole, is a torso-sized, faceted white crystal. It pulses brightly once, twice, and finally fades out.
...
Somewhere on the promenade, a shower of blood and offal rains down from above, bits of torn intestines and strands of stark white hair decorating the brightly-lit strip.]
Cabin 101 - Closed to Established CR
Sports Deck - OTA
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[Sorry I only have two prompts here, please feel free to wildcard something if these don't work for you. Ebalon is usually spotted in the library or Hurikane these days if you want to talk to him somewhere else!]
What: Ebalon blows himself up with a portal. There is an ensuing tantrum when he comes back to life.
When: 10/6 (initial explosion); 10/9 (everything else)
Where: The Atrium, Promenade, Ebalon's Cabin, & Sports Deck
Warnings: Unintentional death by explosions, gore & gross descriptions, general violence, Ebalon being himself
[Mid-afternoon, an explosion originating from the atrium rings out loud and clear. Though it isn't enough to rock the ship, small in nature as it is, it is enough to leave a sizeable hole in the middle of the floor, where one might fall through if they aren't careful. Lying wedged into the partially-destroyed floor are the smouldering, red-hot remnants of a portal frame, the top half entirely missing, though if one looks hard enough they might find the shrapnel lying some hundreds of feet off. Next to it, hanging precariously on the edge and about to drop into the hole, is a torso-sized, faceted white crystal. It pulses brightly once, twice, and finally fades out.
...
Somewhere on the promenade, a shower of blood and offal rains down from above, bits of torn intestines and strands of stark white hair decorating the brightly-lit strip.]
Cabin 101 - Closed to Established CR
[The door to Ebalon's cabin is open on the 9th.
It's a semi-open invitation to come talk to him. "Hey, how are you doing, sorry you died" or "hey fuckface we told you that wouldn't work" or "what the fuck were you thinking", something to that effect. If he doesn't like you, there's a high chance he'll turn you away at the door.
Ebalon is sitting at his desk, furiously scrawling something into his notebook on a page dated "10/07". Sitting atop it is that large, white crystal spotted at one of two initial crime scenes, recovered and scratched and as inert as the day he received it. He had managed to temporarily charge it long enough to power the portal, but in its current state, it is — again — useless to him.
Annoyed and yet again throwing himself into his work to avoid the tumultuous emotions stirring in his chest, Ebalon taps his pen against the inert Moon El, looking more frustrated than anything right about now. More concerning than his expression might be the visible corruption on his face and neck almost the colour of a bruise, etched with a bright blue motherboard pattern. That same pattern appears on both hands, though Ebalon very clearly is making his best attempt to ignore it.
He hardly looks up as you enter. Unless your name is Mizuki, and then he's immediately getting up from his chair for an embrace.]
Sports Deck - OTA
[Chagrin can only be ignored for so long before it festers like a gangrenous wound.
Ebalon makes his way to the sports deck, staff clutched tightly in his left hand while his spellbook floats after him at a brisk pace, pages fluttering in the breeze. It's late, just a bit before midnight on the night of the full moon, and he's in no mood to talk to any fellow night-owls on his way. In fact, talking to him in general is likely a bad idea (though you're always welcome to try), given that his first action upon arriving at his destination is to easily and effortlessly obliterate a part of the court with a shower of black-coloured magic. A crest flares at his back, glowing an ominous purple.
One failed idea after another. A permanent cycle of living aboard this ship. The inability to do a single thing about not only his own situation, but the situations of the people here stuck with him. Helpless, hopeless, useless, how can a man like him become someone else's toy?!
White-hot fury reaches a boiling point. With a sudden, jerky motion, he swings his staff wide and points it at the odd, ball-shaped tower nearby, eradicating it entirely with a single moonbeam. It does little to sate him, and, in fact, he thinks he might just be up for destroying this entire section of the ship. And more, perhaps!
Why not just cast them all into oblivion for eternity? It's all they're going to get at this rate! Why not give up? Give in? Spill blood as much as he wants, because it's not like any of this matters anyhow!
Ebalon takes a deep breath, tilting his head back to look at the moon. A short reprieve, as he distantly wonders if he can possibly get to the ship's engines and blow them up. If it would stick. If permadeath is better than an eternity constrained to servitude.
With a deep, exhausted sigh, his attacks continue.]
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[Sorry I only have two prompts here, please feel free to wildcard something if these don't work for you. Ebalon is usually spotted in the library or Hurikane these days if you want to talk to him somewhere else!]
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At the risk of sounding even remotely complimentary, I don't think anyone here has a particularly good reputation. Maybe Fio. But that's only going to continue to get worse; now that everyone knows the truth of our situation here they'll start getting desperate, and desperation drives people to do, well [ He gestures at Ebalon.] things that may have unfortunate outcomes.
[A huff at that.] You can thank me by never speaking of it again.
What do you suppose went wrong that caused the... mishap. [You know, the ... explosion.]
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[There's no "perceived lack", it's just a lack. But Ebalon will play up this Good Guy act as long as he needs to, really, so long as it gets people out of his hair so he can focus on the important things. Currently, that includes "getting the fuck out of here", so obviously he needs all the time he can get.
Being dead for three days put a hole in that, much like it put a hole in the ship.]
I have multiple theories on what could have gone wrong. On my end, I didn't cloak myself with protective magics, which was a major oversight in retrospect. That said, the Captain typically has ways around my magic, which might make that moot. On the Captain's end, he has a barrier surrounding this dimension, though I didn't attempt to leave the dimension. The barrier's interference could stretch this far, but I have a feeling it has something to do with ambient magical energy instead.
Or, dimensional rules are put in place, which would make sense. Pocket dimensions usually have "rules" applied to them. [He waves the compass around.] This one generates infinite water, within reason. Other dimensions, such as that of Henir from where I come from, only have "chaos" as a set "rule".
Given that the Captain cannot be killed by magic while within this dimension — his own — and that my magic is weaker than it is back home, we can logically infer that one of his rules is that magic is weakened here, or may even go on the fritz in unexpected ways. To summarize: This dimension does not allow for magic that would "mess with" the status quo. Granted, the portal was more technologic in nature, though it was powered by the Moon El, which is magical...
[Here, he starts muttering.]
Perhaps if I were to power it with Originium batteries... then it would have no innate magical properties... Ah! But that's rather beside the point.
[Sorry for the lecture.]
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But he resists because this information is probably 'important' and 'useful' and ugh.]
How does the environment itself have rules? How can chaos be one of them?
[Is any of that important? No. But it's what he gets from all of that.]
Where were you trying to go? From one side of the ship to the other? That shouldn't have been a problem for the Captain, you'd think he wouldn't care, unless the process of teleportation itself causes him to react.
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It's difficult to explain. Imagine setting up something like a terrarium — you maintain the environment through external means, such as keeping it moist for plants or dry for certain reptiles, or by feeding it artificial lighting to keep the heat at a certain threshold. Essentially, it's that, but with magic.
[It's a good thing he's good at coming up with nonsense on the fly. Still, that's probably the most apt comparison.]
"Chaos" being a rule is harder to explain. A dimension where there are no rules, and yet there is one. It goes against its own nature in that sense, and is sure to upend the principles of any other "rules" that may exist. For example... were you to use magic in Henir's Space, it might simply go haywire, instead of following the instructions you give it upon casting.
As for your latter question — as a test, I attempted to travel from the atrium to the promenade. Technically, it worked, but I was dead by the time I reached the other side.
[In pieces. He was in pieces by the time he reached the other side.]
It's possible that the process of teleportation causes him to react, but I do know how to use teleportation magicks to simply move myself around in a horizontal space — oh!
[Oh no—]
If I miscalibrated the portal, it may have taken me vertically and potentially through the barrier — wait, no, the furniture travelled through it appropriately... how irksome. Ah, that's all speculation. I'll have to interrogate the Captain later.
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So you have magical parameters. Here for instance, some have found they have certain powers stripped, those who are immortal can die, and some things do not behave in the same way they would in our home world. I see.
[Weirdly, he actually does. Ugh. Is he going to have to come to Ebalon of all people when he needs explaining on how Magic works?]
Yes. Technically. You did in fact teleport all of you from one side to the other. Just not in a format that's helpful to you.
You're going to interrogate the Captain? Should I expect to see you in pieces again afterwards?