Whole new world (Madeira)

Jomi and Madeira introduce the twins to the city

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

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Whole new world (Madeira)

Postby Jomi on March 10th, 2019, 4:50 am

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Sunlight struggled to break through the dull grey clouds that lay thick and heavy over Infinity manor. Just as well, as the constant grey hid the horrific aftermath of the households battle with Uldr's priest. The Manor's sentience had been laying dormant since that day, caught up in a deep sleep as it recovered. Leaving its precious flower gardens to rot in the bitter cold. The deep jagged moat that surrounded the property filled with mud and rainwater, covering the deadly spikes that waited beneath the hastily construsted plywood bridge. Stress cracks and splinters crossed over the Manors walls where Infinity had been too exhausted to repair itself before its hibernation.

The constant rainfall that kicked off the spring season had washed away the blood and visceral of the battle. And the bodies of the Shinya that had died on the grounds had long since been recovered. But the households inhabitants, both living and dead, had taken longer to heal. Choosing to stay indoors and lick their wounds, cut off from the rest of the world.

Not that they had much time to rest.

"What in the name of Ionu's ambiguous ass is wrong with you now!"

Jomi loomed over two small wooden cots in Madeira's room at the top of Infinity's tower. Where a baby girl, much too big for being twenty days old, wailed and thrashed insesently. Her brother, who was swaddled in the bed beside her, gave a wet sounding hiccup as his eyes brimmed threatingly with tears. Upset at having been startled from his nap by his sisters cries and the angry looming ghost peering over his crib.

Madeira was in the first floor kitchen preparing food for herself and against better judgment had put the ghost in charge of the newborns in her absence. And it took all of five chimes before the situation started to spin out of control.

The ghost turned his closed his eyes, blocking out the fussy infants screams, and instead focused his mind on the erratic soulmist that battered around his form. The dull red light of the Dira stone hidden in his palm shone brighter as the soulmist carved out his body and reshaped him into a disturbingly convincing pseudo human. The ghost marvelled at the ease of the transition. A fraction of the concentration was needed to keep his soulmist in line, and it expended half the energy to keep up the appearance. He shivered at the memory of having received it. His own little piece of Death.

The ghost knelt down in a frustrated huff and extended his hand towards a meagre of fluffy cotton animal toys. Drawing up the latent power in his soulcore to draw out and activate the soulmist in his arms. Jomi rolled out his soulmist and separated the ends. Using the ribbons of soulmists to wrap around the plushies and to push them up against the pull of gravity. Jomi raised the animals up over the edge of the cot and held it up to the little girls pinched red face.

The girl child wail slowed and turned to a watery eyed sniffle at the sight of her favourite toys and Jomi took the blissful silence as opportunity to hum an old Kenashian lullaby.

Jomi's deep unpractised voice struggled to keep up the tune as he used the ribbons of soulmist to slowly turn the toys. The animals dipped into the crib and weaved around each other, each suspended by a coil of soulmist as they danced. The girls high pitched whine eased and lowered as she watched, momentarily distracted by whatever had made her so upset. Instead she watched, mesmerized by the magic trick and lulled by the ghosts janky voice.

And then the brother let loose as piercing cry.

Upset and cranky from his interrupted sleep and now enraged at being ignored by the dancing toys the little boy screamed incessantly. The ghost startled himself, having dropped his guard as he focused on the girl, loosing his focus and dropping the projecting tendrils of soulmist. The toys fell on the gurgling baby girls face, the shock of being assaulted by the plush toys prompting another fit as she battered her tiny fists against the bedding.

The ghost dissolved, dropping his form into a formless haze of panicked defeat as he fell through the floor of the bedroom and into the main floor of the Manor.

The ghost gathered himself and blinked into the kitchen, jumping desperately into Madeira's body. Their souls collided before the spiritist instinctively made space for the invading ghost, allowing Jomi to exist alongside his hosts soul. The ghost wound his soulmist into Madeira's bones, taking his time to cover the entirety of her body and seep into its small delicate pieces. The tendons in the spiritists feet and hands jumped and stretched as the ghost entered the muscles of both. Taping into and focusing on the strings of the astral soul that carved paths between the individual cells. The possession trained, broken in and familiar body encased the invading spirit like water in a vase. Jomi was sure he knew his Masters body better than he had ever known his own in life. Once fitted comfortably along side his Masters soul Jomi took the opportunity to speak directly into her mind.

LETS GO FOR A WALK

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Postby Madeira Craven on March 10th, 2019, 5:05 am

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Madeira brushed Jomi aside like a cobweb, relegating the frustrated ghost to the very edges of her bones as she worked.

"You've got cabin fever, Jomi, it'll pass."

The sound of her children wailing two stories above couldn't quite reach her ears, but the Architectrix in the walls roused itself to pull her attention upwards. Using its unspoken awareness it told her her there was something was wrong with its newest inhabitants. Madeira shook flour from her left hand, as her right was still wrapped in clean white linen, and followed the twisting, rattling staircase upwards.

By the time she pushed the trapdoor open to her master bedroom, both children were howling. Their little red faces were scrunched in what looked like terrible agony as they thrashed about in their swaddling. Madeira sighed, rubbing the heel of her hand into her tired eye.

"Hush, hush, it's okay, you're okay..." She lifted Moritz out of the cradle and into her arm, opening her dress one-handed to feed him even as she rocked Amelie quiet with her foot. "I know, I know we're all tired." she soothed, and she wasn't sure if she was speaking to the babes, the house, Jomi or even herself. "Being cooped up like this is a little too much, isn't it?"

The morning was coming in cold and grey through the window. From her three-story house she could see well over the tops of the trees and into Zintila proper, with its winding streets and its towering architecture and opulent skyglass. Twenty days on this earth and the children had never even been off the Infinity grounds. But even then, twenty days could well be a few months for the twins, who's kelvic bodies were growing alarmingly fast. Perhaps... perhaps they should go for that walk after all.

"Okay, we're going. We're going outside, won't that be ni-nice?" she yawned into her bandaged hand, and felt her broken ribs creak. They might be beat and broken and falling apart, but now that the decision was out there Madeira felt strangely cheered. Lhavit was a big place, and fascinating. She wanted her children to see it with their own eyes.

Twenty chimes later, dressed warmly in high boots and a fine fur cloak big enough to wrap around the babies strapped in slings across her chest, they were opening the manors high iron gates and stepping into the city for the first time in weeks. The buzz of life on the busiest of all the peaks was refreshing after being confined for so long.

"This is your home", she kissed the top of Amelie and Moritz's soft down heads in turn. "It might not be my true home, but it can be yours. And what a home it will be." She opened her cloak a little wider, so the children could see all the glittering opulence around them. "This city is all about education. And rest assured, my children will lean how to read. I won't be in charge of yet another uneducated kelvic", she thought of Allister and Jomi and shot the ghost a withering look.

The culture on Zintila was lively and festive, even during the day. Buskers sat on street corners, drawing crowds with lively tunes. Shops opened fresh from the dawn rest and sold all manner of strange and wonderful things. The people, resplendent in the Lhavitian's unique robes, mixed class, gender and ethnicity seamlessly, so scholars and inn keeps and artists and all manner of people could be seen conversing about the latest news and events.

A few people even called to Madeira in passing, as her colleges and students from the nearby Dusk Tower recognized her. The Spiritist waved half heartedly and moved on quickly, not quite up to facing them just yet.

"Take us to Tenten, Jomi", she instructed her ghost, who would have to take over Emma's job as Madeira's guide dog in the girl's absence. "It's a little quieter. And we can have another look at the academy, and the library." Tenten was the center of learning in Lhavit. Somehow that seemed like an appropriate place to be, like merely being in the presence of learning will somehow infect her children with their own inspiration.

"Jomi", she spoke quietly to the ghost at her side, as she rearranged the babies to lay more comfortably across her body. "I just realized, I've never asked what you think of our new home." The former kelvic was slave-born and uneducated, unable to learn magic without serious forbearance, and his dead state meant he sat on the fringe of acceptance for even Lhavit's tolerant people. What did he see in a place like this? Madeira stroked Moritz cheek as they walked, passing skyglass towers and bathhouses and expensive jewelry stores.

"I want the kids to learn magic here", she announced suddenly. "Properly. From the Towers. This is the only city that really understands magic. They don't despise it like Alvadas, or ignore it like Riverfall. They're actually studying it, with the Observatory and the Shinya and the Towers. Gods, could you imagine that kind of organization in Alvadas?" she laughed. "No, if I had to start a family I guess it's alright that Allister and I did so here."

The pair crossed the glittering skybridge between the two peaks, and on the other side, the exuberance of Zintila simmered down and drifted away. A more subdued, intellectual atmosphere suffused this peak. It was more sparsely populated, but rang hotly with discourse and debate as students of its various academic facilities passed in small groups. Even as she recognized these familiar things, something felt off about this peak today. Perhaps it was just her imagination, afterimages of the incident with Penrose. But was she seeing more white Shinya robes than usual today? Were those voices that were risen in debate a little more aggressive than usual? Madeira twitched her cloak over her sleeping children and kept going.

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Postby Jomi on March 11th, 2019, 5:05 pm

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Jomi worked fast to pull his soulmist together the best he could before the human and ghost got swept away by the crowd bustling about in the marketplace of Lhavit's busiest peak. His mist packed down and twisted until they conformed to the proper human shape, colour rose from the concentrated mist and definition was etched into his face. Jomi looked down at himself with pride, his newly created lips stretched into a crooked half-smile as the Dira stone pulsed brightly in his hand. He was getting quite adept at controlling his materialization. Even in the bathed in sunlight on the open street he looked indistinguishable from a real, flesh and blood human.

The Zintia peak sparkled in the midday sun as its towering skyglass structures reached to the home of their fallen goddess. Jomi hadn't really took the time to appreciate how beautiful the view from the mountain top city was. He spent so much time caught up in his own head and his own drama that this new foreign city had completely escaped his notice.

"This is your home. It might not be my true home, but it can be yours. And what a home it will be."

Jomi kept pace besides Madeira, a frown pulling at his lips as he watched her from the corner of his eye. In Lhavit there was no Craven family, no obligations to bloodlines and no watchers hiding in the shadows to tattle on every misdeed. The freedom to pursue a magical discipline and a orderly, structured hierarchy open to the aspiring mages was something a young Madeira would've killed for. Jomi had no doubt that the young woman missed her native city and its mad god. But to completely dismiss Lhavit as her new home was short sighted and sentimental, Jomi mused bitterly.

"This city is all about education. And rest assured, my children will lean how to read. I won't be in charge of yet another uneducated kelvic" Jomi didn't miss the way his mistress' eyes narrowed dangerously in his direction. The ghost's eyes met her withering gaze with his own. The openness of the edicational facilities was a point of pride in Lahvit. Even Kelvics would be welcomed with open arms. However Jomi worried that his mistress was considering putting human expectations on her Kelvic children, who by nature were essentially animals wearing human skin.

Madeira moved closer to her servant and fussed with the babies as acquaintances passed. A handy distraction to sheild herself from the unwanted social interaction.

"Take us to Tenten, Jomi."

Jomi nodded silently before he blinked his mists forward and caught Madeira mid step. If the stronger soul allowed it Jomi would wind himself around the bones and muscle fibres of the tiny woman. Filling out her form with his essence and making himself at home in the possession trained body.

"I just realized, I've never asked what you think of our new home."

Madeira spoke to the empty air as Jomi plucked at the threads of her astral body, earning the pair a few suspicious looks from the white robed Shinya. Taking control of their legs, Jomi steered the pair off towards the wooden sky bridge that connected the Tenten peak to Zailta.

A tension lingered in the air over the smaller, quieter peak. Students and scholars had separated into groups and shouted aggressively at each other as the duo passed. The voices of a hundred squabbling scholars continued to raise in pitch and intensity as they travelled deeper into Tenten. The ghost made sure to steer Madeira's body around the groups, giving them a wide berth. The Towers debate was becoming a topic of increased tension in the egghead community as of late. But their big words and complex questions was not something the ghost wanted to deal with today.

Jomi walked them along silently in search of a more private area as he chewed on his mistress' question. The truth was that he didn't feel anything towards their newest place of residence. Being a ghost meant existing separately from the mechanisms, simple pleasures and politics that motivated and involved the citizenry. He couldn't smell the brisk mountain air that surrounded them or eat the weird star shaped yellow fruits they seemed so fond of. As soon as he finds any indication that Edith isn't in Lhavit he would blink his way to another and never think of their skyglass city again. And nothing would be lost in his absence.

But somehow he doubted that was the answer she wanted. This was the first time since the battle with Uldr's priest that the ghost had seen his mistress show any genuine optimism for the future.

The badger struggled to suppress the inherent ghost trait of melancholy and extreme pessimism. He wasn't going to let himself ruin this mistress's uncommonly good mood.

'It's...nice' Jomi spoke through the string of consciousness that connected the two souls. Putting effort into making sure his thoughts came across more upbeat than he was feeling. 'Not as stressful as living in Alvadas' constant illusions but the people here also don't have a sick up their ass like in Riverfall. I think the twins can be happy here.'

"I want the kids to learn magic here."

The ghost felt his soulmist detach unprompted from the womans body as the shock set in. The mists began disintegrating and lifting off the muscle tissues and detangling from her astral body. The ghost didn't bother to materialize fully. Instead he stood in front of his mistress and held out his hands in front of her in the universal sign of 'what the petch'.

"Aren't you getting just a bit ahead of yourself? They-" Jomi gestured widely to the front of her dress where the babies slept soundly. Safe and warm under the thick fur coat. "Are babies. And they're not even human babies and I don't think you have fully internalized what that means for both of you."

Jomi knew the twins would need the freedom to explore their animalistic natures when the time came. They needed someone to teach them to hunt and scavenge in the wilds, how to preen and sociualize like the rest of their species. Not be confined to a desk surrounded by walls. Hai, what if one of them has wings? How would they deal with that bullshyke?

'Gods, where is Allister' Jomi seethed internally. 'That petcher needs to be having this talk not me.'

No sooner had the thought formed in his mind when a young man in muted blue robes sprinted down the street, throwing a stack of papers into the air near the human and ghost. His voice booming over the constant din of discourse.

"They mean to silence us! Education for all!"

Jomi's thin shroud activated with a though and snatched at a paper as it floated through the air. Balancing it precariously with two thin ribbons pressed down on either side, using pressure to keep the paper in place since he had no fingerprints or textured skin to hold it. A symbol marred the surface in a way that felt deliberate. Like the reapeating shapes and lines that covered the pages of Madeira's books. But he couldn't recognize the thick lines of ink. Jomi narrowed his eyes as he scanned over the thin parchment, hoping that if he stared at the ink long enough the meaning would jump out and tell him what he wanted to know.

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Postby Madeira Craven on March 11th, 2019, 5:22 pm

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“Aren't you getting just a bit ahead of yourself?”

Jomi pulled himself from her body in a cloud of smoke, the soul condensing itself into human shape. He held out a hand to stop her in her tracks, and she did, though her eyes flashed dangerously at the unspoken command.

“They are babies. And they're not even human babies and I don't think you have fully internalized what that means for both of you.”

So that was what this was all about. She rocked her body as she stood still, so the children wouldn’t wake as she took a moment to really look at this ghost who called her Master. Born a slave, raised a thief, bonded to a child he rapidly outgrew and died as an old, decrepit man at the tender age of twelve years old. Jomi lived fast and brutally, and his death was filled with regret. So who was he to tell her how these children were raised?

“It doesn’t matter if they aren’t human.” The full power of Madeira’s pale blue eyes, a trait handed down from the Craven matriarch herself, were turned on the ghost. “They are Craven. There are responsibilities that come with that, and it does not change just because we are in Lhavit, or because their father is a Kelvic. They will learn magic, they will be educated, they will be a credit to their family even if they never set eyes on their ancestral home. I am raising five hundred years of blood inheritance, and this city has everything I need to make sure they reach that potential."

The weight of her family legacy sat heavy on her shoulders as a child, and in many ways that obedience to her blood still ran bone deep. But she shouldered it, overcame it, and now she was doing everything she could to help her blood, even from half a continent away. They sold her to Lhavit, to buy an alliance? Fine, she’ll return with a kingdom. Lhavit was much like Alvadas that way, in their family loyalties. The three Towers were pillars of the community, political ringleaders, controlling vast founts of knowledge. She admired them for their power just about as much as she despised them for their impregnability. No matter, she would get there, in time.

Madeira bundled herself up and stepped through the partly materialized ghost, scattering his shroud and suffering that electric cold. She was done speaking to his small, narrow mind. He wouldn't understand the hunger that was born into her, or her children. They were half their mad, broken, devoted father, but they were also half of her. And if she passed on anything it would be that hot blood full of ambition.

The voices raised voices were only getting louder. She could distinguish dozens of voices and the root of rage that infected all of them.

"This is another case of the aristocracy keeping us oppressed!"

"Crimes must be punished!"

"-an excuse to keep the knowledge to themselves!"

"-meant to protect us!-"

The street opened up onto a plaza overlooking the Basilika, Bharani Library, and the Dawn Tower in the distance. Men and women stood divided by a line of Shinya trying to calm everyone down. The air was ripe with loaded words and a seething current of violence bubbling under the surface. There seemed nothing had escalated beyond aggressive shoving and getting in each other faces, but even Madeira could tell it was a mater of time before a fist was thrown. That first show of force would ignite the already loaded situation like a powder keg.

The Spiritist knew she should slip away, to go back to Zintila and her manor as quickly as she could before this turned into a riot. But she paused, listening to the cacophony as familiar words were shot back and forth like volleys of arrows.

"Penrose-"

"-injustice"

"conviction-"

After all that had happened last season she had given no thought to the mad, over giving mage and the battle she fought against herself, Gemma and Savis in these very streets. The thought of the hungry, sucking voids she ripped into existence and the hypnotic blood lust she put into her head was nauseating. Being cooped up for weeks meant she missed the trial, she supposed. No matter, it sounded like Penrose was getting exactly what she deserved for her misuse of magic and the endangerment of all their lives. Good.

"You were there!" A young man, a student her age, startled her as she made to turn away. His blue robes flapped about his boots as he ran to her, recognition in his eyes. "You were there! You were that blonde woman who confronted Penrose, aren't you? Tell them! Tell them what you saw!" Others began looking their way as the young man's triumphant voice cut through the white noise of aggressive arguing that volleyed between the sides of the Shinya wall.

Madeira ignored his shouts and walked away, quickening her pace without running. From her soul she ripped her dijed forward, pulling it back into the set of her shoulders and the tight line of her neck. The magic suffused through her and posture and rolled off every line of her body with a simple emotional response with the full weight of an expert hypnotist behind it: doubt.

"You're that Tower teacher, aren't you? Hey!"

A hand clamped on her shoulder and attempted to turn her around, to get a better look at her face. The jolt in her step woke Amelie, and the baby started crying.

"Let go of me!"

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Postby Jomi on March 11th, 2019, 7:18 pm

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“It doesn’t matter if they aren’t human.”

Jomi had existed in a numbing, quasi existence for the last five winters. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch someone or to be touched in turn. But in that moment he could've sworn he felt the hot sting of a palm across his cheek.

"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'?

“They are Craven. There are responsibilities that come with that, and it does not change just because we are in Lhavit, or because their father is a Kelvic. They will learn magic, they will be educated, they will be a credit to their family even if they never set eyes on their ancestral home. I am raising five hundred years of blood inheritance, and I will give them everything I can to help them succeed and enrich it.”

Madeira straightened her spine and looked through the ghost before marching through his agitated soulmist, knocking the paper out of his grasp. Jomi's mistress preferred method of dismissal was to carry on as if the unwelcome presence had ceased to exist in her world. The ghost stewed silently as he watched the spiritist walk away with imagined purpose. Her arrogance and complete disregard for others was becoming more apparent. She would sooner use the twins to live out her dream than allow them their own lives. Jomi had hoped she would be different from the others, but it was becoming more and more obvious that the skinny blonde spiritist was the living embodiment of the Craven line. But her arrogance would be her downfall. She assumed her ghost would be helpless without her, but with the spiritist, Rothsam, in his corner Jomi could rest easily knowing the ambitious woman wouldn't get her fangs any deeper into him.

The ghost followed along behind the new mother and her babies, startling the citizens with his electric mists as he travelled through them carelessly. The ghost tried in vain to shield his eyes with his transparent arm as the morning sun broke through the grey and shone down gloriously onto the ornately designed city. Reflecting off the windows and crystals, making the diamond of Kalea look as if it were radiating its own light.

The ghost drew his soulmist closer to his core. Directing his anger at the spiritist into a newfound zeal that aided the ghost as he zeroed in and concentrated of the outer edges of his etherial shroud . Folding the straying ribbons of mist inward and adding colour and definition to his form. He built himself up with the help of the red stone that shone brightly in his hand, moving far past what a ghost was capable of. In the span of a couple ticks the ghost was walking along the immaculate cobble road with a perfect imitation of a flesh and blood human body.

As they travelled the raised voiced became louder and the streets became packed with more and more bodies. Jomi moved his legs faster in a imitation jog to catch up with the spiritist as they entered the centre plaza. Two groups divided themselves down the centre of the square, hurling snide remarks and insults as the white robes Shinya struggled to keep the waring factions apart.

The ghost placed his materialized hand on the blondes shoulder as her steps stuttered and paused, pressing against her imbedded flesh with his unsubstantial form in a effort to steer her away. Even as hurt and angry as he was the Kelvic ghost couldn't bring himself to allow his stand-in bondmate to put herself in danger.

"We need to get the kids out of here."

"You were there! You were that blonde woman who confronted Penrose, aren't you?"

Jomi's hackles raised and his lips pulled back to show his long, pointed teeth as the young man picked his way out of the crowd and made a beeline for the spiritist, alerting everyone in the square of their presence. They couldn't afford to get involved in the loaded discourse and now this punk was forcing them into the centre of it.

Madeira ignored his shouts and walked faster as he continued to force his way towards them.

"You're that Tower teacher, aren't you? Hey!"

The ghost watched the young man clamp his hand down on his mistress and jerk her back, the rough treatment startling the babies as they began to wail. The ghost acted instinctively as the man carelessly to put his hands on his people. He reached within his core to pull up the latent energy that resided there and used it to fully activate the newly materialized soulmist in his hands and placed them on the exposed flesh of the young mans neck. An electric current travelled up the ghosts arm as he touched the soul of the invasive man and poured that energy into the humans very essence.

Every tendon in the mans body jumped out in sharp relief as his eyes rolled back into his head. The squares aggressive din grew quiet as the unconscious man silently dropped to the cobbles.

And like the power keg they were, the two factions exploded in a flurry of wailing fists. Each side pushing past the faltering line of Shinya as a line of men ran up to the woman and ghost to defend their fallen ally.

"Ah, shit."

Jomi dropped his materialization and blinked into the blue robed man laying prone on the cobbles and set to work smothering the hosts soul with his own and demanding the space it occupied. Twisting himself into new shapes to fill his new container. He used the shock of the surprise possession to gain as much ground as he could before the student could come to his senses. Rushing to saturate his bones and tissues and the space behind his eyes.

The man jumped to his feet as Jomi worked himself into his astral body in record time. Standing between Madeira and the erupting violence with his new disorientated and traumatized meat shield.

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Postby Madeira Craven on March 11th, 2019, 10:19 pm

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Shinya were shouting and the protest erupted into a skirmish as the defensive Jomi incited the kind of violence that they were waiting for. That was all the excuse these learned man and women needed to turn the debate physical.

Shouts of support for Penrose's conviction and restriction of magic competed against calls for the dissolution of the Towers and against the hoarding of knowledge. And all of it was spilling out, staining the streets of their quiet peak of learning. Was this the dark side of Lhavit's open education? All these learned opinions clashing head to head, some saying its too free, others that it is not free enough. It was startling how easily the structured process of debate the city thrived on could break down the moment personal stake was involved.

The man who had accosted her rose to his feet, now facing the rattled protesters at her side. Jomi was sunk deep in his bones, pulling at his astral body like puppet strings. Under her cloak both her children were awake and crying. The Spiritist wrapped her arms around them, shielding them with her body when the first person to slip past Jomi grabbed her by her cloak.

"You're from the Towers? Then you know this is wrong! This is class tyranny! Did we not suffer the Day of Discord so we'd never sink so low again?"

The clasp of her heavy fur was cutting deep into her throat as the old, bearded man demanded her answers. He might be somebody's grandfather, he looked like he'd be more comfortable with a book in her hand, smiling under the spectacles on his nose. But today his blue eyes were wide and beseeching, his wrinkled fingers grasping, pulling, insistent. He was desperate for reassurance, for answers.

"You're hurting me!", she wheezed, wrenching away. But there was another woman right behind her, a girl barely sixteen years old with a the kind of dark, determined eyes you only see on the bold and inexperienced youth. She blocked Madeira's way, standing braced with her feet apart.

"The Towers, they won't let me in! How are we suppose to learn if not from Elena?"

"I don't choose who attends! Get out of the way." Madeira dropped her shoulder and tried to brush past the girl and into the rapidly filling street, but was shoved back. The girl's hands missed Moritz by centimeters.

More and more crowded around them, some defending her as the shining example of what they were trying to preserve, while others saw her as the face of the the very evil they were trying to rid this city of. Pushed and shoved, grabbed and passed from hand to hand, Madeira clutched tight to her children and joined in their screams as they were buffeted from all sides.

Her and Jomi's argument from a few chimes ago was cast in a new light for the Spiritist. Suddenly Lhavit was no so perfect as it seemed. There was a reason magic had a stigma everywhere else, there was a reason education was limited. What was she pressing on her children, by demanding they be part of this tumultuous power struggle? Would she be turning them into one of these people, braying for more, for less, for change, for security. Or worse, would she be turning them into another overconfident Penrose? Magic was dangerous, not everyone was capable of wielding it. What if forcing Spiritism on them ruins them the way entitlement ruined these people?

Out of the press of bodies and thrown fists, two pairs of strong arms wrapped around her. White robes flapped in the tide of people as two Shinya shielded her with their bodies, and with an insistent pressure on her back pushed her along with them. They shouldered people out of their way, their voices clear and commanding as they demanded the crowed step back. Every blow and grasping hand was blocked from her body with their back and arms as they led her away from the skirmish.

The three broke free and the two Shinya led her out of sight into a back ally.

"Are you alright, miss Craven?"

Madeira looked up with a start, her head having been bowed and her body caved to protect herself and her children.

"Ilam?"

It was. She would recognize that aged, cold and stoic face anywhere. This was the same man who led the team against Penrose all that time ago. The man did not smile in recognition, or otherwise showed familiarity at all. Instead her gestured to the front of her squirming, screeching cloak matter of factly.

"Is everything okay?"

"No, we're fine. They're just scared is all." She bounced the babies on her chest and shushed them with a whisper. The dijed she let go in her body she moved back to her mouth, the gentle force laying across her lips and tongue. Her words, shaky with the hammering of her heart, dripped with calm as she hypnotized her own children with a quiet song.

"Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon's silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed.
'Til the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn",

She sang until one after the other they fell quiet, blue eyes gazing dazedly at her face. They were growing so fast, but in her arms they still looked so small. Her conflict about their future in this city rattled around her head, and a great sadness overtook her. What will we do now?

"Thank you for the help. You really saved us back there", she curtsied for Iiam and the younger, unknown Shinya at his side. "I won't linger here, it's not safe. We'll head straight back home."

"That's for the best" Iiam intoned expressionlessly. Yet as she turned to leave, already tapping her way down the narrow alley and working her onyx ring off her finger to call Jomi back to her, the man called after her. "Miss Craven..." he began uncomfortably, his voice heavy with an emotion he seemed physically incapable of showing. "I know you are new to this city, and I hope you will not judge us for what you've seen recently. We really are a good people, and clever, and kind. I hope we'll get the chance to prove it to you one day."

"I hope so too, sir", Madeira nodded, and continued towards home.

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Postby Madeira Craven on March 25th, 2019, 8:30 pm

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Jomi

Skills
  • Soulmist Projection: 3xp
  • Materialization: 3xp
  • Possession: 3xp
  • Rhetoric: 1xp
  • Observation: 1xp
  • Intimidation: 1xp

Lores
  • Lore of being unequal to the task of fussy babies
  • Dira's Stone: less energy is needed to keep appearances
  • Singing: kanesian lullabies
  • Lore of how to calm a crying baby
  • Madeira: toxic ambition
  • Lore of suppressing negative emotions
  • Soulmist Projection: catching a moving object
  • Soulmist Projection: stunning a target

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Madeira Craven

Skills
  • Caretaking: 2xp
  • Planning: 1xp
  • Politics: 2xp
  • Rhetoric: 1xp
  • Hypnotism: 2xp
  • Singing: 1xp

Lores
  • Planning: a future for the children
  • Lhavit: the price of tolerance
  • Lhavit: the difference in political/social opinions
  • Jomi: lived fast and brutally
  • Jomi: has an opinion on how she should raise her children
  • Politics: the reaching arm of a hierarchical family
  • Politics: the social economics of the Towers
  • Lore of Penrose's conviction
  • Lore of the dark side of Lhavit's open education
  • Fear: what if her ambition ruins her children's lives?

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