RP:A Fizzled Attempt at Sigil Work

Summary: Iintahquohae, expecting to be chewed out due to her foolish stunt the day before, is surprised that she is not reprimanded by Magik. Instead, she sees an opportunity to experiment with her sigil work, but it fails.

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Part of the Weave Your Own Fate Arc

The Syndicate Grand Council Hall

Magik is pacing back and forth along the long side of the meeting table. It's obvious that he hasn't slept since last night's fiasco. Any little bit of noise in the room causes him to look at the ladder in hopes of seeing a particular Owl drop down. His bow lays flat in the middle of the room, very uncharacteristic of the elf. It's usually either neatly placed somewhere or secured to his back. The dirt on his clothes hasn't even been wiped off. His face has traces of dried blood near his lips.

Iintahquohae is armed for her well-deserved scolding. Mother bakes a lot of cookies. Mostly in effort to smooth ruffled feathers or sugar someone up if bad news is on the way. She arrives with a freshly baked batch, depositing them on the HQ's table while she hovers near one of the nearest walls. Her mouth looks stained, blackish from the ooze she is known for coughing up as of late. She looks sickly and feeble, much to her dismay, but hopefully the appearance will make her scolding a little less intense. Hopefully it's just yelling and a bit of posturing. She can handle that. Her eyes fall to the chairs, as they often do when entering a room. Normally, she'd be all about tossing a chair out of anger, but now...please gods above, no. While Magik paces, she timidly breaks the silence. “I'm sorry. I realize what I did was absolutely, catastrophically wrong. ”

Magik stops in his tracks and eyes the delicious looking cookies. His heavy boots bring him just a step closer to his newest recruit. The elf deeply sighs then sits on the meeting table. He hesitates for a moment then tilts his head. Magik was too focused on Karasu, Kaaname, and Odh to realize what was going on in the skies above him, "What're you on about?"

Iintahquohae blinks. He didn't know? Now here is where she could lie, but to lie and have it come back and bite her in the future, she decides not to. “Last night. I didn't entirely understand what was going on and I tried setting Wendel- I mean, Larket's..flying mage on fire. I don't think anyone really saw us, but when I looked down...” Well, now the seamstress isn't certain. Did she trigger one of the councilmen to send out that lightning bolt? Tessa and the other swordsman? And then the King, bringing soldiers. ..Maybe it wasn't entirely her fault. That's how she'd spin it, at the very least to help herself fell better. With an opportunity to bounce back essentially laid at her feet here, she wants to take it, but also still be honest. The others, Odhranos, primarily, are her concern however. “Are you okay? Are the others that were there okay? Odh? What can I do to help?”

Magik was comfortable on the table but Ink's words made him uneasy. He can't sit still any longer so he paces once again. At first he walks away from Inks then turns around to close the distance. He stops yet again and takes a deep breath in, "Inks..Next time, you aren't sure of a situation..do nothing." He was eerily calm about the situation yet his eyes darkened as the flame within grew. "-If- your antics were spotted, I would take whatever type of punishment you have coming from the council. -If-." As far as the SoS was concerned, her actions did not effect the organization in any way. As Inks asked about the other's whereabouts, the rage grows as if Macon were in the room with them. Doing his very best to remain calm he answers her question, "Odh was pulled to safety. I'm assuming Tessa pulled back with her group as well." Ut oh. Magik suddenly reaches for a chair at the table and hurls it across the room. He grabs another and slams it into the ground before him before throwing the remainder of the leg across the room as well. The Lyastri rarely lost his cool but here we are! The elf is practically yelling at this point, "And Kaaname dragged off Karasu! They disappeared! I'm going to kill him!" Magik's breaths are quick and heavy as he tries to regain any composure he just lost in his outburst.

Iintahquohae is visibly calming down at Magik's words. She will take the council's punishment, naturally. It's the right thing to do. Just as her mouth opens to respond to the pyromancer, the chair is thrown, and her mouth snaps shut. She stiffens, but taking a page out of her acquaintance's book, she takes a deep, calming breath, and tries to pull herself together. Appearing emotionless and relatively composed is where her strengths typically lie, but with the chaos of the guild, her personal issues with her illness, and general sense of feeling lost, the facade has been difficult to maintain. But tossing chairs? She gets tossing chairs. Now that the weight of the situation feels a little less off of her shoulders, she regains some of that cool composure back. The seamstress didn't know Kaaname or Karasu, but she's quick to lend a hand. “Where would Kaaname have taken Karasu? Can't we find them, somehow?” Iintahquohae could at least try to lend a hand. Her fingers reach up to the communicator earring in her left ear, hidden by her hair. “Are these able to sense the locations of the wearers, if Karasu has one, per chance?”

Magik finally regains his cool demeanor as he shakes his head slowly, "I don't know where he would take her. I doubt he would go back to the tower." He places both hands on the table after scooting the broken chair to the side with his foot. He looks down to the ground trying to collect his thoughts, "There is just communicating magics worked into each piece. Nothing more, nothing less. I..don't know what to do." He finally looks up and looks about the headquarters thinking to himself, "Where the hell is Tessa?" After an event like that, especially with so many SoS members involved she would be here for a mission debriefing to reflect on what the hell just happened. As the elf scans the room as he thinks, he settles on the gifted cookies. Although still agitated, he snatches one up and munches on one.

Iintahquohae removes the communicator earring from her ear, and examines it. While she can register the magic within it and understands how it works by touch alone, this doesn't glean any information on how, if possible, she could make it track someone else wearing one. Kasyr could, and knowing him, likely still could track her due to their link as sire and fledgling, and she could do similarly. The feeling of 'sensing' a linked person isn't unusual to her, so perhaps it can apply here. She moves to one of the side writing tables, opening a drawer to retrieve a bit of paper along with quill and ink. Once she has returned to the main table, she sits across from Magik, sets her earring on the center of the paper, and begins scribbling a series of interconnected around it in a circular pattern, radiating out like a pulse. Completed with her design, she looks to Magik, and motions to his ear. “I want to test something. Take yours out. If it doesn't work...I don't want it to hurt you.”

Magik watches Inks work with an arched eyebrow and some crumbs falling as he continues to munch on the delicious omnoms. He wipes his hands then takes a tunnel out of each ear. After giving them a quick wipe down with his shirt he slides them across the table. He's not sure on what to expect.

“I really don't know if this will work, but thank you for humoring me,” the seamstress says to Magik, grinning sheepishly. Picking up her communicator and the bit of paper she drew sigils upon, she moves to the other side of the room, setting paper on the desk followed by her communicator in the center of the circles of markings. Now in her studies on runework and sigils, thanks to the assistance of the Guild's librarians, she had learned that written sigils and spoken runes can work in tandem. The complicated bits were on the paper, while her voice would be the trigger to make it go. ...If it worked. Removing the glove from her hand, she holds her palm face down over the paper and her communicator, and says the command phrase. A green-tinged light flows from palm to the outer edge of the sigil, slowly illuminating her markings inward until encompassing her communicator in the green light. It rattles slightly in place. So far so good? Another phrase is uttered, and the light radiates outward in a wave accompanied with a deafening snap, sound wave pulsing outward to hunt for Magik's communicator across the room. Now if it works and successfully locates his communicator, his will respond, chirping and producing a wave back to hers. If it doesn't work, she thinks one of the communicators may explode, hence asking the elf to remove his from his ear. “Bats use sound to see in the dark, so...why not us, but magically?”

Magik takes in the scene before him and quickly pieces together what's going on. He simply mutters to himself, "Come on.." As the tunnel fails to be located, Magik smashes s fist into the table but stops. "Did you hear that?" Magik scrambles for one of his plugs but doesn't touch it quite yet, "Can I..?"

Iintahquohae frowns when there is not responding noise from Magik's communicator, but it's to be expected. New mageling and all. Disappointed that she cannot help, she nods to him, then reaches to retrieve her own. The paper with its sigil work is scorched, and her earring is warm to the touch. She waits a bit to put it back on her ear to cool down. “Sh-” she frowns. “Sorry Magik, I tried.” Magik pops his tunnels back in and starts talking immediately.

Magik told your clan, "Hello? Who was just speaking? I had my tunnels out but heard someone speaking."

Khitti told your clan members, with emphasis to Magik, "Quintessa says she's in Larket's custody. *it's very obvious Khitti isn't pleased with this news*"

Khitti told your clan members, with emphasis to Quintessa, "Fine."

Magik told your clan members, with emphasis to Khitti, "*borderline panicking* Did she say anything about Karasu? Is Kara with her? Did she say anything else?!"

Quintessa told your clan, "What? Is Karasu missing?"

Khitti told your clan members, with emphasis to Magik, "No. She said she can't talk much, lest they think she's casting spells. She did say that I'm supposed to speak to Odhranos, howver. What the actual hell is going on?"

Magik told your clan, "*f-bombing* Kaaname dragged her off! I haven't seen her since. I tried to get her..I..I messed up. I flew into one of your corpsman. I was so close to grabbing her..I.."

Magik punches down on the table repeatedly, "I'm going to kill him!"

Quintessa told your clan, "*There is muffled speaking in the background, a man's voice*"

Magik told your clan members, with emphasis to Khitti, "Macon came to Xalious demanding the surrender of a Larketian boy studying in the tower. I don't know what happened. Talks were happening and violence erupted out of nowhere.."

Iintahquohae puts her earring back in in time to catch the tail end of Magik's explanation of events. Her shoulders slump, but she keeps her mouth shut. This wasn't her place to talk. Currently, she was scrambling to think of a way to track down Karasu before speaking into the communicator.

Khitti told your clan, "Goddamn it! *a crash can be heard in the background; Khitti -probably- punched furniture again* I'm going to kill Macon. Mocking the Warrior's Guild and using the word 'freedom' to name every goddamned thing they own was bad enough. But taking my daughter is unforgivable! I-- *a male voice with the trademark Catalian lilt can be heard; he's not happy and is trying to calm down Khitti* What?! No! I won't frakking calm down, Brand! We need to finish what we started! We need to go back to Larket and burn the entire place to the ground! We need to-- *Khitti's line goes mostly silent, with voices arguing in the background, and then eventually goes dead entirely; if anything else is said to her, she definitely won't hear it*"

Iintahquohae told your clan, "Does Karasu have anything particularly distinct on her that could potentially be trackable? If so, I tried something not too long ago and it failed, but perhaps I can try it again. I would just need it described to me. *there's noise of a desk drawer opening and closing, accompanied with the rustling of paper*"

Magik looks to Inks as she speaks, "Keep working. I need to check somewhere. Be safe." Magik's form is quickly engulfed in his black fire as he rushes up the ladder and off to the west.