riverviewlogs | (open) look what remains

who: Lucretia & you
what: open/catch all
when: before & after the chalice event
where: a bunch of places!
warnings: n/a, will add if necessary

01 gramarye magic research institute

(You might have heard about the researcher who has been asking around her colleagues about the different ways they cast and use magic.

Lucretia is working on a personal project, one that she's been heaping her free time on lately. This is what she loves to do: ask questions, gather information, write everything up at her desk for hours at a time, eyes darting between her notes and the page as she transcribes everything she's learned so far. She's even put up a general message on the Gramarye network to ask around: a simple message, asking politely for anybody to seek her out if they would like to talk about spell casting methods, and how they obtained their powers.

You can find her at her desk with a pen in each hand, writing in two books simultaneously- or leaving a lecture theater, several heavy books in her arms- or perhaps in the library, checking her phone for responses to her message board.)

02 the river

(While Lucretia has often admired the river running through the middle of the city, she has never thought to follow it before. It's with this objective in mind that she sets off on what she hopes will be a long, distracting walk out from the center of the city; her morning has been far too quiet and reflective for her liking*.

She walks for what feels like a good two hours in silence, enjoying her unorthodox method of touring the city via the twists and turns of the river through the middle of it. The sheer greenery of the surroundings is startling to her: she can't remember the last time she saw so much foliage on a world before. She even stops to take a couple of pictures on her phone, for future reference.

Eventually, she stops walking when she comes to the edge of the first wall and finds a small cove along the riverline that opens up into a beach. She finds a place to sit that borders on the sand, pulling the strap of her bag off her shoulder and dumping the whole thing unceremoniously down beside her. In it, she has her phone (now switched off), some food and water, and a book taken from Taako's shelf that she's still half-way through.

If you're in the area, you'll find her with her elbows propped up on her knees, staring contemplatively out over the water in somber silence. Anybody who knows Lucretia even a little bit might find it odd that she isn't taking notes, or sketching; she's left her notebook at home, tucked underneath of her pillow so she doesn't have to look at it.)

*((ooc: big ol spoilers for the adventure zone in corresponding thread, take care!))

03 future prowess (chalice event catch-all b/c i forgot to do one earlier hwhoops)

(While the chalice pitching her abruptly into the future might have revealed a lot of things about her that Lucretia isn't exactly sure how to even begin processing, she is at least happy with one thing: the big increase in power. Turns out she's mastered spells she'd never dream of knowing, and her knowledge feels almost limitless, like there's nothing in the world she couldn't do. It also gels with her appearance: she's a bit taller now and her body has finally been allowed to age, released from the stranglehold of the IPRE's mission. If she had to guess, she'd think she looks around about sixty years old. Her hair is white, cropped close to her skull. In Lucretia's opinion, she finally looks every inch the powerful wizard she has grown to become.

It's hard, warring with the guilt of knowing what the future brings and wanting to be excited about this, that she's been learning how to defend her, how to keep people safe. It's all she's ever wanted to know.

Today she's trialing her magic in a wide open, grassy area on the fringes of the city. Unfortunately, she doesn't have her staff, but she's borrowed a spare wand from a friend that is working out just fine. Of all the new spells in her arsenal, her favourite is a shield that she can conjure like a wide, arcing half-bubble.

She's playing around with it now, and there are several small shields rippling and shimmery in the air about her, as if she's trying to seal herself off from the outside world.)

04 inbox

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05 wildcard

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[ He weighs her interest before answering. ]

All planes of reality are connected. I find the strongest points of entry that link them together and I can cross over.

That's... incredible. (Gods that would be insanely useful. If she's staring, it's only because she's turning this tid-bit of information over and over again in her mind.)

Can... could that be taught?

[ His brow furrows. He does not know nor has Loki attempted to teach his arts. He simply assumes they are beyond the purview of mortals. There is no reason to believe otherwise. ]

I do not think I am capable of passing the art to anyone other than my kind.

[ Or the kind he is. Which is still a mystery to Loki. Perhaps, he is part Asgardian. Or his changed form lends him their abilities. ]

Oh.

(How... disappointing. Though, Lucretia reasons, simply learning how to traverse the planes in so simple a matter almost seems too easy an out. It figures there would be conditions in play. Still, she looks discouraged all the same.)

What kind are you? If you don't- um, if you don't mind my asking, of course. (He looks human, but when it comes to the residents here, looks always seem to be deceiving.)

[ For a second, his tongue goes numb before Loki can hustle up the appropriate lie. ]

I hail from a realm known as Asgard.

(If this is hard for him to say, Lucretia doesn't notice.)

I haven't been to Asgard before.

Most have not. It is far beyond the reach of most planes of existence.

It... exists outside of the planar system?

(She didn't think that was possible.)

The fringes, more or less.

[ It's hard to explain the world tree to others. ]

That's strange. (Now she really does hope her mission eventually takes her there, just so she can see it for herself.)

What is it like?

[ Loki purses his lips tightly. ]

It is golden. A shining jewel of the cosmos it surrounds. The people choose to lead aesthetically simple lives. They live long and change little. Our stories are myths. Our words are legend.

It sounds beautiful.

(The picture he paints is very alluring; Lucretia immediately wishes to put a sketch and colour to his words.)

Do you miss it? (She thinks she would very much miss a place like that.)

[ He smiles, though it does not reach his eyes. ]

At times. I've outgrown it.

I see. Have you been here a long time, then?

(It's probably better that way, huh. To stop missing home.)

[ It takes him a minute to calculate. He is not used to how mortals gauge time. ]

Two months, I believe.

(Only two months? Is that normal? Perhaps she'll feel the same way about the Starblaster in another month's time.)

I've been here one. I do like it, though. It's certainly a lot... quieter than what I'm used to.

Oh? And what are you used to?

(How does she explain this succinctly in a way that will make sense? Lucretia decides to just go for it.)

I am used to being trapped in a loop that resets once a year is up. Not only is every individual year spent on a different planet, but my team and I are being hunted by a malevolent force threatening to swallow our entire planar system, so it's not... um, it isn't exactly time spent relaxing.

[ Oh ]

The monster from Taako's universe. Correct?

(Well, that was easier than she expected.) Correct.

We call it the Hunger.

Why a loop though?

I don't know.

I was hoping I could do some research about it here, but so far I've found nothing that pertains to the planar system.

You would not.

[ No world or heavenly body possesses that kind of power. ]

How do you travel between worlds? Surely that would be the link.

On a ship.

(Perhaps she should have been doing this from the start: picking the minds of other people, that is.)

If it is, I can't tell why. It's a hard thing to study. We're the only seven left alive from our home planet, so asking other members of the IPRE is... impossible.

[ He tilts his head in confusion. ]

What makes this ship so difficult? Surely its schematics must be available to you.

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