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farsickness2020-10-15 06:05 am
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An Angel Falls
WHO: Merlan O'Keefe; Open
WHEN: October-November
WHAT: Merlan is back, naked, with a whole new body, and boy did she miss her forge.
WHERE: Forge, town
WARNINGS: To be updated; Naked angel
001. ππ½ππ ππ½π πππππΉ πππΉπ; π ππππΆπ ππ ππ½π πππΆππ
WHEN: October-November
WHAT: Merlan is back, naked, with a whole new body, and boy did she miss her forge.
WHERE: Forge, town
WARNINGS: To be updated; Naked angel
001. ππ½ππ ππ½π πππππΉ πππΉπ; π ππππΆπ ππ ππ½π πππΆππ
God is a bastard. He knows it and at the time, she was pretty sure everyone else did, too. There was just something about the sky and the grey-greenness of it that struck Merlan wrong on a massively fundamental kind of way. The air felt wrong, too, people clustered outside in the late spring air doing what humans did. Talking about it. The supernatural communities were screaming about portents and signs and freaking out harder than they ever had.
It made her bones ache and her very genes itch. The magic part of her, well, that was a mess. She was back in Ballarat, sitting in her garden, holding up a death notice for her aunt as the sky looked like it was going to piss down death and destruction. Earthquakes in South America, the coast of California and various fault lines rended earth and sent tidal waves rushing in. Mass beaching events across the world. Communications disrupted worldwide, then.
Fucking end times.
Her magic rose, all of it, when ash began to fall. And she stepped through a rip in time and space. No, no. She fell through it, screaming, as everything around her burned. Merlan remembered it, all of it, and then God in His infinite assholery did something fucked up. He made her better than new as she fell, her made her an honest-to-whatever-deity-you-pray-to angel.
She was still screaming when she hit the ground in a tangle of wings and limbs in a familiar forest. There was darkness for a time, not due to the landing, just a heaviness of heart, of spirit where she drew her knees to her chest and her wings around her. Her voice was so raw, her throat burnt, that nothing was going to come out of it for a long while.
She stood, dirt streaked, naked, and discombobulated and let out a sigh.
002. πΏπππ ππΎπππ
It made her bones ache and her very genes itch. The magic part of her, well, that was a mess. She was back in Ballarat, sitting in her garden, holding up a death notice for her aunt as the sky looked like it was going to piss down death and destruction. Earthquakes in South America, the coast of California and various fault lines rended earth and sent tidal waves rushing in. Mass beaching events across the world. Communications disrupted worldwide, then.
Fucking end times.
Her magic rose, all of it, when ash began to fall. And she stepped through a rip in time and space. No, no. She fell through it, screaming, as everything around her burned. Merlan remembered it, all of it, and then God in His infinite assholery did something fucked up. He made her better than new as she fell, her made her an honest-to-whatever-deity-you-pray-to angel.
She was still screaming when she hit the ground in a tangle of wings and limbs in a familiar forest. There was darkness for a time, not due to the landing, just a heaviness of heart, of spirit where she drew her knees to her chest and her wings around her. Her voice was so raw, her throat burnt, that nothing was going to come out of it for a long while.
She stood, dirt streaked, naked, and discombobulated and let out a sigh.
002. πΏπππ ππΎπππ
Merlan walked the whole way to the Forge, too out of it to realise she could probably fly. Who knew how long it had been? But the forge was still standing and she checked to make sure her horse was still there. He was and happy to see her, too. She felt, vaguely, like a trespasser as she crept into her home, washed up, and put on a fresh set of clothes. Her shoes were there, too, which was a great relief, and by the time she felt close to normal, she had made a cup of coffee.
Strangely, it tasted really good black, and she sat out on the porch.
"Well," she said to no one save the wind, "that was officially the worst vacation ever."
Strangely, it tasted really good black, and she sat out on the porch.
"Well," she said to no one save the wind, "that was officially the worst vacation ever."
003. πΉπΆππππππ πΎπ πΆ π½πππ
She lit the forge and chose a hunk of iron ingots to smelt with a touch of carbon that would net her some nice steel. There was nothing for anger and despair than good hard beating the everliving fuck out of metal. Merlan realised she wasn't going to tire around an hour and a half but the act of making the long blade of a sword without magic was definitely taking her mind off her varied worries and the shock, Hell, everything.
It also helped her think it through. She still had her magic. It was still there, weirdly. So what did that make her exactly?
"Angel mage?" she said aloud like God was going to pop in to confirm. "Mage angel? The fuck am I now, huh? You know, besides definitely not human anymore." God did not pop in. She slammed her hammer down. Damn this was gonna be a nice one. "Actually, Angel Mage, sounds brilliantly badass."
004. ππΎππΉπ½ππΆππ; ππΎππΉπΈπΆππΉ - ππΆππΎπΈ πΎπ πΆ ππΎππΉππππ
It also helped her think it through. She still had her magic. It was still there, weirdly. So what did that make her exactly?
"Angel mage?" she said aloud like God was going to pop in to confirm. "Mage angel? The fuck am I now, huh? You know, besides definitely not human anymore." God did not pop in. She slammed her hammer down. Damn this was gonna be a nice one. "Actually, Angel Mage, sounds brilliantly badass."
004. ππΎππΉπ½ππΆππ; ππΎππΉπΈπΆππΉ - ππΆππΎπΈ πΎπ πΆ ππΎππΉππππ
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"Well, I can do it!" she says, flicking her wings back smartly.