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unfinishedlibrary2026-01-07 03:54 pm
steelfeathered) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2026-01-07 03:54 pm
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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.
no subject
[She's calling him after one of these.]
I'm sure! Even if it's accidental and of benefit, a trod-upon foot is still a trod-upon foot. Well, don't worry about me. My feet are tough.
no subject
Mm. I'll keep that in mind if I should accidentally see your past. And I make it a point to not tell people what I see unless someone's in danger.
no subject
Well, I've gone through with some things that, ahhhhh, fair seem odd without context, so you can tell me if you see anything. How often does it happen?
no subject
... It's unpredictable. I've had it happen here once, but at home it's been anywhere from days to months or closer to several months between visions.
no subject
Hah! Exactly what you want from a vision. This makes me wonder if I could teach you to scry and that'd do anything. I can look into the past but it's this whole involved process to pick out where and when and it doesn't really have anything to do with what people are thinking.
no subject
... It might. Someone was teaching me a little bit of how to control it, but it's... difficult.
no subject
[Hisako has not asked for or given her name. He didn't object to being called gray-lourie, after all.]
What were they teaching you?
no subject
[Mortal Fear is a weird name for a place, but a lot of place names translate strangely. Radz-at-Han translates literally into 'diverse city', so he's not surprised.]
They were teaching me how to track things by resonating with where something or someone was rather than having to have them in front of me.
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Hm. Well. I can find people or places like that... You want to see if I can help you look at, I don't know, the place where you sleep? Something here in the Library that you know well and I absolutely do not. Don't know if it would do anything about this involuntary thing though.
no subject
[Not being a 'complete' soul, for one.]
What do you need me to do?
no subject
[She extends her neck and breathes on the surface of the scrying medium again. Darkness spreads across it, like ink combining with water. In a few moments it's black and very glossy, reflecting the faces of whoever looks into it in a distorted way. Hisako pulls her face back out of the reflection and nods at him.]
Lean over this and look in as deeply as you can, gray-laurie. Find out if you can see anything in there.
no subject
Ow.
... Nothing.