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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[attention_wenches]

And therein lies the rub. Coming from my home, the question was, "what world, if not one of the nine?" We're all pulled from such vastly different places that common points of reference seem far and few between.

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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.]

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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.

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[lanfear]

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

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[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.

[lanfear]

So...perhaps both?

[Her voice has firmed up a bit, now more intrigued than fearful]

Is such a thing possible? Of course...it must be so, but I had...I had not considered...

[lanfear]

Two days? That's...curious. You seem very well adjusted.

[akito]

The winds have been very kind to me.
And there are people here who can see me
So it's been easier to adjust thanks to them!

[attention_wenches]

[She might be cannier than she'd been letting on. Or perhaps she just got there eventually.]

Apparently it is. In any case, the world is called Verdana. The city is called the Old City, because people are seldom as creative as one might like. The city under the enormous dome of energy is full of tyrannical lunatics. That covers most of the important bits.

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[girlworthfighting]

Has Thor Odinson found his way to you yet?

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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?

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

[lanfear]

No. He has not.

[Curious...a strong sounding woman?]

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[lanfear]

Thank you. You are most generous and I am in your debt.

[She steps forward the rest of the way, gingerly taking the offered hand with a slight nod. At least he seems convinced of her frailty.]

Your...younger brother, I take it? He informed me that this is a different world. Though, he was somewhat unclear about the meaning of that. Do you know more about the nature of this place, and how I was abducted?

[lanfear]

[Much cannier. Of course, anyone with a weak heart might find all of this overwhelming at first, but talking helps keep the mind occupied. Now, the mention of the dome...questions just come tumbling out.]

Will those in the dome trouble us? Are they the rulers of this Old City as well?

[attention_wenches]

Yes, followed by no. Or not directly. I've been warned of their pitiless assaults with overwhelming force, but they seem less to rule and more to terrorize.

[He's yet to see any real sign of it, but he's only been here a little over a month.]

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[loveshishammer]

[He's convinced of her fear and confusion, anyway. His smile is warm when she accepts his hand, and he settled Mjolnir on his opposite shoulder, half-hidden by his head from her point of view, so he can lead her down the path towards the ruins of the city visible in the distance.]

This is indeed a different world, my lady. It is called Verdana, and there has been war here that damaged many of the cities and caused those domes--

[Mjolnir comes off his shoulder briefly to be used to point at the distant blue glow.]

--to rise up, locking some people inside and some outside. I would suggest staying well away from that dome, my lady. They are not very friendly. As for how you came to be on that downed ship you came out of....

[He shakes his head.]

That, no one knows, I fear. Everyone who comes from there seems to be from a different world-- or time from that world. Most seem to have skills or abilities that may be useful in a place like this, or against an evil regime.

[There's no obvious assumption in that comment that he thinks she has such skills or abilities, or if there he, is makes no judgment of what she can or can't do.]

[lanfear]

Then I shall hope for the same good fortune.

[After all, who am I to turn away aid freely given? Given that they have no idea who I am, in all likelihood...]

Are you not usually able to be seen?

[lanfear]

Terrorize? You mean they attack residents...who presumably live in peace?

[That sounds like something a fool like Sammael or Demandred might do. Artless waste of resources, that.]

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[lanfear]

[The confusion, at least, is genuine. As is her gratitude. Never let it be said that she is not gracious to those who give her aid. She listens to his story wordlessly, nodding at first and peering out into the distance at the dome. That, at least, she understood. Some manner of barrier, and Loki had told her of the inhabitants. Lanfear's eyes narrow for an instant, intrigued at what might be inside the dome, but fading as she regards Thor.

She speaks in a quiet voice, though a good deal more steady than at first. Talking has that calming effect on frightened ladies, she muses to herself.]

Well I am accounted a poor hand at such things as swordplay and the craft of war I leave to men. [Though...if she was to be forced to defend herself it would become known that she wielded the Power, and better that she not seem a liar, given that she was stuck here...] Though I know a bit of magic, I doubt it would be much good against...that. [She gestures to the dome]

[akito]

I'm sure you will be given the same kindness!

I am invisible to those who don't believe in me.
So I'm used to being unseen.

[attention_wenches]

That does appear to be the size of it. Which puzzles me greatly, truly. I've studied my history and I know the ways of tyranny, and there seems to be no real benefit they extract from the populace. I would assume the threat of attacks keeps them docile, but they don't seem to pay taxes or produce goods, so what would be the point?

[He's just taking the opportunity to speculate out loud, really. He's not much interested in her opinion unless she continues to indicate she might have a brain hidden in there. He's played helpless himself, once in a while.]

[lanfear]

[Brainy doesn't even begin to describe her, and inwardly she's already trying to tackle the trouble of an enemy that wants nothing, and presumably has no real reason to trouble anyone coming out of that ship. This, at least, is nothing too confusing. These Dome dwellers are clearly an enemy. So...gather information on one's enemies, maneuver into a favorable position, and crush them. And the boy has seemingly no reason to lie, if things are as he says. Not that she's completely trusting his word...]

Fear of outsiders, perhaps? Or perhaps dissenting opinions on how to deal with them? It would make sense to simply destroy one's enemies, and the fact that they have not...yet done so indicates that they either mean to use...us...or have other reasons. Do you know anything of the history of this world? As I presume you are no native, either.

[She's slipping back towards the collected (if still uncertain) behavior one might expect from a noblewoman. ]

[attention_wenches]

[To Loki's mind, a noblewoman would likely have strode out of the ship with sword or spell at the ready and shouted until the problem was attended to one way or another. But she might do as she pleased.]

A little. I've been researching of late, and there are far more natives than the rabble that comes off the ship, who are really quite reasonable about our constant nuisance.

[There's a bit of ironic amusement in describing himself as rabble, along with both those friends and those adversaries he has.]

There was a war with another world, I am given to understand, and the dome was once a defense against those attacks. But now, clearly, the fortress stands against its own people.

[lanfear]

[For a fraction of a second, Lanfear's lip curls into a sneer at the idea of being rabble. But...no. Not the place for an outburst.]

A war. Perhaps they consider us...rabble...to be tied to those enemies?

[lanfear]

Believe in you? Your existence is predicated on the belief of others?