First Weaving: The Wheel Weaves [Video/Action if you want it]

[lanfear]

Well this was new. New and mildly disconcerting, to be truthful. As she stepped naked from her pod, Lanfear couldn't help but look around with wide eyes, bewilderment plain on her face. Shaking her head, she rubbed her temple, shutting her eyes as she thought back. She'd been talking to Lews Therin's reincarnation...and then the Soulless and the Trollocs came. And then...nothing. The next thing she could recall was the inside of that small cell.

No, not a cell. That was even more apparent as she looked around the chamber. A pod. Like something Balthamel might have come up with. Something from before the War. When? How? Her eyes darted around the dimly lit interior, taking it all. No, not a room. This was some sort of...ship? A Sho-Wing? Or perhaps like one of the great Observation Spheres. Surely not, though, those had all been destroyed after she'd been sealed. And those were feats far, far beyond the feeble minds of the present Age to duplicate. What was going on?

Stepping forward, she almost stumbled on the footlocker at her feet, a sneer forming on her lips as she read the nameplate. Mierin Eronaile. With a snarl she grasped the Source and felt the heat of it filling her, the gentle thrum of Saidar pulsing through her and sighed. That was always easier than grasping the Dark One's power, less painful in it's own way, though the weaves were slightly weaker. But enough for this. Liquid fire poured from her fingertips, incinerating the plaque and leaving nothing but a molten puddle on the floor. That name no longer had any meaning. And none need even know such a name ever existed.

Still holding the Power, Lanfear began to weave her disguise, her shape changing from ripe maturity to the blossom of youth. Selene. That face would do quite nicely. Wherever this was, looking a little vulnerable probably would be a boon. Rifling through the contents of her box, the Chosen found her gown, the angreal she always wore, and a few other trinkets she'd had on her when she'd visited the Stone. And a strange mirror with some sort of crude type-set attached. Like something from...so, so long ago. Before the Hundred Companions had sealed her away and Broken the world in their madness. An act she still intended to repay if any of those fools descendants yet lived. But that was a thought for another time she mused as she dressed.

The mirror was a small thing to understand, but as she perused this "network" one thing became quite clear. She was not in her world anymore. How she'd arrived and how to return were both matters that would need addressing. Which meant dealing with the local inhabitants. And that meant leaving this ship and speaking to the wretches. Or...using this network. That might provide a few answers. Yes...a bit of false distress. That would do nicely. Her gown shifted, becoming voluminous and thick. A touch of modesty would do no harm, either...



[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

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[akito]

You are in Verdana
I don't know why you are here
But there are lots of kind people who can help you!!
If you need help finding a way out of the ship
I can ask the wind to guide you out

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[lanfear]

[Still feigning panic, she peers down at the words that drift across the mirror's surface, and when she speaks it's in a tremulous, curious tone.]

S-ship? Is that where I am? And you can ask the wind to help me? H-how? Are you...Aes Sedai?

[She hated that word, but...it felt appropriate. She even manages to put a faint bit of awe into her words.]

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[akito]

Yes!
You're on an alien ship.
I don't know what an aes sedai is
But I am just a wind spirit!
I shepherd the winds.

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[lanfear]

[A spirit? That...was unexpected. The confusion on her face is genuine this time, though the more for the spirit than anything alien. She'd seen other worlds, so long ago, but spirits were a rare thing that few believed in. And yet here she was waking up in another world.]

You... shepherd the winds, spirit? I've never heard of such a thing. But...if...you can, yes, can you help me out of...this place?

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[akito]

Yes!
Among other things!
But mostly I just keep the winds in check
:)
I will send a breeze down to guide you out!
Just wait a moment please

[ true to his word, a warm breeze twines itself around lanfear to make its presence known, and lead her to the outside of the ship. ]

[attention_wenches]

[Loki's hardly in a position to look superior at the moment, dusty and tired as he looks after a few good hours in the vaults, but he manages it. Normally he ignores network chatter, but some things are just too pathetic.]

...Milady, is your usual response to distress to announce yourself helpless and worth robbing?

[lanfear]

[Ah, the cynic. And a young one too.]

I...I only hoped to find some kind soul who might help me.

[attention_wenches]

[It's not a common type at home; Asgardian women tend to be as fierce as their men. But he's seen acts of the kind.]

If you really think you need help, I'll send my brother along. It's what golden-haired firstborns are for, after all. But there's no particular danger shipboard. If you simply leave and follow the road into town, there are plenty of people to assist you here.

[lanfear]

[Well then. That's more information than she had before, now isn't it? ]

Is...is it far? And what of the road? Are there...beasts?

[attention_wenches]

I'm assured there are, but I haven't seen any yet. You're comparatively unlikely to be eaten.

[He just... doesn't like simpering.]

Not particularly far, though, no.

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[loveshishammer]

[Thor has been summoned, so here he is, trudging up the trail to the ship and looking for this frightened lady Loki told him to go rescue. As Thor is never averse to rescuing frightened ladies-- or anyone, really, but fear and femininity don't hurt the case any-- he doesn't seem particularly put out by this.

It's pretty obvious he's a blonde firstborn, really, even without the armor. He still has Mjolnir, anyway, just in case there are beasts. He might just be hoping for some.]

[Action]

[lanfear]

[Still embracing Saidar, Lanfear hears the man's approach without much difficulty. She peers cautiously around a corner, a worried frown on her face as she eyes both the firstborn (as if there was any doubt), and his hammer. A warrior, indeed. And a strong one, by the look of him. Why, she could almost even call him handsome, after a fashion.

She steps out, clutching the mirror to her chest.]

A-are you Thor?

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[loveshishammer]

[And there she is! Thor offers her a smile, trying to look capable and reassuring. He's actually pretty good at both those things, not that she actually needs either. He answers her, giving a sweeping bow:]

Aye, my lady. Thor Odinson, at your service. My brother claims you require assistance?

[And she does look nervous enough that perhaps he is quite right, there, in fact.]

[Action]

[lanfear]

I...I do. I am called Selene, Lord Thor.

[She takes a single, tremulous step closer]

I do not know where I am. And I fear beasts or worse on the road.

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[loveshishammer]

[Thor just nods in friendly greeting, and offers her his free hand encouragingly.]

They do not usually come this close to the ship. But I will gladly escort you down to the Old City, if you will have me do so, my lady. I can explain whatever Loki has not explained-- or whatever he has attempted to explain and only succeeded in making things less clear-- along the way?

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[genoshas_general]

You'll be fine. [Wanda's expression is gentle and concerned, but not exactly sympathetic.] As long as you calm down.

[Video]

[lanfear]

I...I am calm. Just s-shaken.

[Video]

[genoshas_general]

Well shake it off.

[Video]

[lanfear]

Y-yes...I...

[There's a pause, and she thumbs the bridge of her nose, clearly suppressing panic. Or perhaps irritation.]

Yes. Forgive me. This...is just strange. Not what I expected to wake up from.

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[genoshas_general]

[She folds her arms, trying to size this woman up.] None of us did. Unfortunately, it only gets worse from here.

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[girlworthfighting]

Has Thor Odinson found his way to you yet?

[video] Lets break time. More fun that way =D

[lanfear]

No. He has not.

[Curious...a strong sounding woman?]

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[girlworthfighting]

I doubt I could reach you on foot faster than he can fly. But if you wish I will maintain communication with you until he comes.

My name is Mulan.

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[lanfear]

That...would be appreciated, Mulan.

I am Selene.

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[girlworthfighting]

Greetings to you, Selene.

Obviously you've just woken up. How are you feeling?