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unfinishedlibrary2026-01-07 03:54 pm
steelfeathered) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2026-01-07 03:54 pm
in the glass cup, a liquid ruby
Who: Hisako and YOU
What: Scrying, or trying to look at what's happening in canon. She can only get still, frozen images or nothing, but she can get them of your canon if you cooperate!
When: Vague time!
Where: Garden
Content warnings: minor self-harm to a purpose (to use blood magic)
[Putting on airs for the heck of it, Hisako leaves this on a paper, painted with a brush on the bulletin board. She'll return and take it down after making her scrying effort.]
Attend my words, for this humble scribe is a sometime seer. Among my talents is to peer into another realm, even should the twain be sundered, and therefore discover what transpires in my absence. Only come to the garden and you may see this, should you behave. Behave well enough, and only ask, and I will help you see just what you are missing as well.
Those who fear the sight of skin and blood, and those who love them without restraint, are invited not to attend. On very good authority I have it that my skin is well enough, and that my blood is lacking.
- Your most lovely flapper, Hisako.
[If your character comes out to the garden, please come see this permissions post! They can cut in at any point in this process, I'll roll with it.
The preparations are simple. Hisako has brought a plastic bottle of store brand canola oil from the kitchen, and half filled a garden bucket with water - carried laboriously, shuffle-hopping, handle in her teeth - which are set to either side of a bench whose seat she hops atop. She half spreads her great gleaming wings in a theatrical gesture.]
This is the technical part! I will be very put out if you jostle me!
[Hisako pulls a wing in a bit closer and reaches out with her neck, and gives herself a shallow cut just below the hairline, wincing a little as she does. Her blood is silvery. All of the scars on her bare skin, most of them resembling knife cuts, are also silverish. A fist-sized blot of crimson light with bright gold highlights flies to batten on the fresh wound. She will look sharply at anyone approaching her during the 'technical part'.
Before long the blot draws away, leaving her bleeding sluggishly. She mantles her wings around it and it opens into a little bowl full of silver, then starts flattening and widening, spinning slowly in the air, until it's more like a dish. Hisako nods briskly.]
You, with the hands! Pour something in, won't you? It's going to be a small image if I don't thin this out.
[When she's satisfied, Hisako leans her head down on her long neck, her expression distant and intent, and breathes on the surface of the floating disk. The silver clouds over. She contorts a wing to tap a spur on the surface, and it clears to a still image of other Stormwings in flight - people like her, but their skins and feathers are much more dappled with dirt. She frowns and it clouds again. She taps it again and there is a still image of a white-eyed man talking to a tall bipedal lizard.]
Strange... Here, does this happen with you? Come here.
[When Hisako decides to stop, she realizes she's worn herself out. Reaching out like this takes much more strength than she'd expected. She pulls her wings back and sways on her feet, much too tired to take to the air. Nope, nope, no flock or friends here, she can't just show weakness! Clenching her feet, she runs the tip of her tongue between her upper lip and her teeth and summons up some bravado and a cheeky grin.]
Well, that was fun. Show's over, chickadees! Today's ripe fruit have all dropped off the vine and tomorrow's are too sour! Now scat, I'd rather clean up by myself.
What: Scrying, or trying to look at what's happening in canon. She can only get still, frozen images or nothing, but she can get them of your canon if you cooperate!
When: Vague time!
Where: Garden
Content warnings: minor self-harm to a purpose (to use blood magic)
[Putting on airs for the heck of it, Hisako leaves this on a paper, painted with a brush on the bulletin board. She'll return and take it down after making her scrying effort.]
Attend my words, for this humble scribe is a sometime seer. Among my talents is to peer into another realm, even should the twain be sundered, and therefore discover what transpires in my absence. Only come to the garden and you may see this, should you behave. Behave well enough, and only ask, and I will help you see just what you are missing as well.
Those who fear the sight of skin and blood, and those who love them without restraint, are invited not to attend. On very good authority I have it that my skin is well enough, and that my blood is lacking.
- Your most lovely flapper, Hisako.
[If your character comes out to the garden, please come see this permissions post! They can cut in at any point in this process, I'll roll with it.
The preparations are simple. Hisako has brought a plastic bottle of store brand canola oil from the kitchen, and half filled a garden bucket with water - carried laboriously, shuffle-hopping, handle in her teeth - which are set to either side of a bench whose seat she hops atop. She half spreads her great gleaming wings in a theatrical gesture.]
This is the technical part! I will be very put out if you jostle me!
[Hisako pulls a wing in a bit closer and reaches out with her neck, and gives herself a shallow cut just below the hairline, wincing a little as she does. Her blood is silvery. All of the scars on her bare skin, most of them resembling knife cuts, are also silverish. A fist-sized blot of crimson light with bright gold highlights flies to batten on the fresh wound. She will look sharply at anyone approaching her during the 'technical part'.
Before long the blot draws away, leaving her bleeding sluggishly. She mantles her wings around it and it opens into a little bowl full of silver, then starts flattening and widening, spinning slowly in the air, until it's more like a dish. Hisako nods briskly.]
You, with the hands! Pour something in, won't you? It's going to be a small image if I don't thin this out.
[When she's satisfied, Hisako leans her head down on her long neck, her expression distant and intent, and breathes on the surface of the floating disk. The silver clouds over. She contorts a wing to tap a spur on the surface, and it clears to a still image of other Stormwings in flight - people like her, but their skins and feathers are much more dappled with dirt. She frowns and it clouds again. She taps it again and there is a still image of a white-eyed man talking to a tall bipedal lizard.]
Strange... Here, does this happen with you? Come here.
[When Hisako decides to stop, she realizes she's worn herself out. Reaching out like this takes much more strength than she'd expected. She pulls her wings back and sways on her feet, much too tired to take to the air. Nope, nope, no flock or friends here, she can't just show weakness! Clenching her feet, she runs the tip of her tongue between her upper lip and her teeth and summons up some bravado and a cheeky grin.]
Well, that was fun. Show's over, chickadees! Today's ripe fruit have all dropped off the vine and tomorrow's are too sour! Now scat, I'd rather clean up by myself.
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Think on something from home. Make a picture in your mind. Hold it clear, then tap on the surface, all light and quick, and imagine it flows out and is visible. I'm reaching out, you're telling me where to reach.
[Hisako tilts her head, birdlike, to look at the apartment.] Huh. Colorful! I'd get claustrophobic I think, but, I am a bird.
You were told that? First I've heard. Someone should put it on a sign.
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[He wants to touch the reflection again, but...]
It's interesting. I see the past, and you see the present. Someone else I know - not here - can see the future. Is it something innate, or were you gifted this ability?
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[Even if the city she was from originally looked nothing like the one she's glimpsed here.]
I can scry into the past, but it's harder. The future... mmm, technically I could, but I've only done it with coaching, I've never developed that skill.
[She smiles a little.]
Well, I was born with a kind of magic actually called the Gift, and scrying is one of its applications, so I learned it when I was young. Only humans have the Gift, Stormwing magic is more limited, but scrying is one of the overlaps. I did have to be taught.
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[But that's where the Scions are at the moment, so that's where he's staying. But she's... huh. Maybe humans just look different where she's from.]
I was awakened to the power of what we call the Echo. I was also gifted a blessing by a being akin to a goddess. I can't control it like this, though.
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[Sometimes Hisako misses Port Legann. Not everything about it, certainly, but there had been good too. Hearing a dozen languages spoken around her. Food from near and far. The sight of tall-masted ships in the bay. The music her mother and aunties played. There's nothing like that in the Divine Realms.]
Huh. So it just takes you? Or does it happen in dreams?