Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Jan 7, 2014 13:57:08 GMT -8
“Note to self: have Sheila hang a Flicker Flash attuned to Actor on me,” Moira thought, distractedly.
That had been a nasty close call, and she still couldn’t say what impulse had driven her to ask Corvie to follow the new Knight out on his mission, and then to press the issue again when she hadn’t left a few minutes later. She just had a bad feeling about someone going out alone; too many months in a war zone, she supposed.
And Moira had been right to, after all. Corvie had caught up to the new Aesin Knight in time to see his chimerical body being messily consumed by a large Nervosa while his confused mortal shell lingered nearby. Moira had Flickered onto the scene the minute Corvie had reported back, but she had then found herself in the uncomfortable position of trying to get him far enough away from the Nervosa that she could safely reawaken his Fae soul without getting eaten herself in the process. It had been a touchy bit of business, and frankly having the ability to ‘port him out and deal with things in a better location would have been a nice option. She might not have done it, given the semi-public location, but she could see a future time where it might be the only way.
The nervosa problem was getting worse, and some of them were painfully close to the house. “Second note to self: get Chimerical bullets made.” Moira didn’t like the fact that her guest had been killed, and it looked like maybe this was something she could do herself, while the others were attending to more important issues. She’d become quite a hand with a sniper rifle over the past year, and taking out Chimera from a quarter-mile away seemed like an excellent plan. The Banality would be a taxing risk, but as long as she maintained her Mastery of Naming, she could buffer herself with Glamour better than almost anyone else here. So.
She wondered, briefly, if there were any people with Mastery of Primal remaining. The twin advantages of heightened perceptions and flight would be a boon for sniping; she would ask around. Maybe someone in the Crystal Circle or the Silver Web, if not locally. One of those Hung would not go amiss.
She felt that old familiar heat rise in her chest at the thought of a good hunt. It had caused Duke Marso and Countess Lorraine more than a few moments’ worry in the past, the gleam that came into her eyes when she talked about killing. But she spent so much of her time and energy in all the grey areas of politics and diplomacy; there was a clean, hot clarity to killing something with brutal and decisive efficiency, in knowing that there was one more enemy who could never harm your people again. She hadn’t realized it, but she needed that rush right now. Maybe she and the Aesin could team up on a hunt; he was quite a hand with arrows, if she remembered his Olympic showing correctly. That would be quite enjoyable. “Third note to self: get Chimerical arrows made.”
“Oh, yes,” Moira thought, that dark and unsettling gleam burning in her eyes again. “This is going to be fun…”
That had been a nasty close call, and she still couldn’t say what impulse had driven her to ask Corvie to follow the new Knight out on his mission, and then to press the issue again when she hadn’t left a few minutes later. She just had a bad feeling about someone going out alone; too many months in a war zone, she supposed.
And Moira had been right to, after all. Corvie had caught up to the new Aesin Knight in time to see his chimerical body being messily consumed by a large Nervosa while his confused mortal shell lingered nearby. Moira had Flickered onto the scene the minute Corvie had reported back, but she had then found herself in the uncomfortable position of trying to get him far enough away from the Nervosa that she could safely reawaken his Fae soul without getting eaten herself in the process. It had been a touchy bit of business, and frankly having the ability to ‘port him out and deal with things in a better location would have been a nice option. She might not have done it, given the semi-public location, but she could see a future time where it might be the only way.
The nervosa problem was getting worse, and some of them were painfully close to the house. “Second note to self: get Chimerical bullets made.” Moira didn’t like the fact that her guest had been killed, and it looked like maybe this was something she could do herself, while the others were attending to more important issues. She’d become quite a hand with a sniper rifle over the past year, and taking out Chimera from a quarter-mile away seemed like an excellent plan. The Banality would be a taxing risk, but as long as she maintained her Mastery of Naming, she could buffer herself with Glamour better than almost anyone else here. So.
She wondered, briefly, if there were any people with Mastery of Primal remaining. The twin advantages of heightened perceptions and flight would be a boon for sniping; she would ask around. Maybe someone in the Crystal Circle or the Silver Web, if not locally. One of those Hung would not go amiss.
She felt that old familiar heat rise in her chest at the thought of a good hunt. It had caused Duke Marso and Countess Lorraine more than a few moments’ worry in the past, the gleam that came into her eyes when she talked about killing. But she spent so much of her time and energy in all the grey areas of politics and diplomacy; there was a clean, hot clarity to killing something with brutal and decisive efficiency, in knowing that there was one more enemy who could never harm your people again. She hadn’t realized it, but she needed that rush right now. Maybe she and the Aesin could team up on a hunt; he was quite a hand with arrows, if she remembered his Olympic showing correctly. That would be quite enjoyable. “Third note to self: get Chimerical arrows made.”
“Oh, yes,” Moira thought, that dark and unsettling gleam burning in her eyes again. “This is going to be fun…”