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This place stinks of death. Sabriel stands up from the ice, confused but not panicked. She had not crossed the First Gate, which meant that she had likely been pulled back into Life. But where? And why? At first, all she can see is ice, great pillars of it that seem like a king's guard. As she turns, she finally spies the ship- the source of the death, though she senses great life too. But no danger.

She doesn't question how she has her bells back- all in proper shape and well cleaned except for Astarael. She checks the bandolier across her chest, touching each bell gently. Abhorsen's sword at her hip and the bells at her chest, she feels a least somewhat protected. Her surcoat, decorated with a key pattern, is still around her shoulders, though she has lost the majority of her armor. It didn't seem as if she came straight from the battle, but she didn't feel any different. She could even feel the Charter here, around her, like a comforting blanket, so she must still be north of the wall.

Forming the charter marks for warmth, strength, and light, she whistles them out and finds herself with a comforting light at her shoulder that gives her enough warmth to cut through the ice. "Is anyone there?" she calls out softly, not wanting to draw attention to anything dead that might be lurking.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 12:29 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (GIVE IT UP FOR MAGIC)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange places his hand on the handle. The moment he touches the bell, he feels the magic emanate from it. He holds his hand on it for a moment, before putting his hands back in his pockets.

"What do you mean by 'the first gate?'"

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 02:20 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (maybe staring makes it work)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
"That makes sense," Strange admits, with a little nod. "I think I might have encountered that barrier when I died."

Or at least, he encountered something. Strange isn't entirely sure how to describe that feeling of nothingness that settled on him after the tuunbaq killed him. A gate is a good enough term as any.

"My world does not seem to have any of those gates. There simply is 'being dead' and then 'being alive.'"

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 03:13 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (well fuuuuuuck)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
"In my world, there are two realms where people go when they die. Generally, your moral state in life determines where you go. The kind and virtuous go to Heaven. The immoral go to Hell. I brought the men's souls from Hell and returned them to their bodies."

As he talks, it becomes obvious that the resurrection has rattled Strange more than he wants to admit. He places his hands in his pocket to hide the trembling and his expression goes distant and a little vacant.

"The magic I used was old, from the time of the Raven King. My blood served to represent the life I was giving to them. I slashed my arm, said the incantation, dripped my blood on their bodies, and soon those corpses were walking and breathing as you or I might."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 03:49 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (small little smiles)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
It's obvious that Strange wasn't expecting the physical affection. He looks surprised for a moment before giving Sabriel a small smile of his own as he says his other hand on top of hers.

"The Raven King is the man who brought magic to England to begin with. Not all of his magic is unpleasant-in fact, I find most of his magic and older magic in general to be quite useful. It was only that spell which was...unpleasant."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 06:08 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (well why don't we do this?)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
This is obviously something Strange enjoys talking about. His eyes light up with excitement as he talks.

"In England, there is a realm that exists parallel to ours. That realm is the world of Faerie. It's named for its inhabitants, powerful beings who almost have an innate sense of magic."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-21 09:15 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (fuck yeah dad's dead)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
"They're as helpful as people are. Some act out of the goodness of their heart, some are selfish and act on their own desires."

As Strange talks, he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. He's still ready to continue talking but if Sabriel is sitting down, he'll do that too.

"But yes, I have been to Faerie. It's...honestly astonishing."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-22 01:35 am (UTC)
kingsroads: (YAY RASH DECISIONS!!!)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange's grin widens. He knows it's a little unfair mentioning how wonderful Faerie is and then not talking about it. So, he's going to talk about it.

"The Raven King, the magician that I mentioned earlier, lived and ruled in Faerie for a while. So when I entered into those realms for the first time, I entered into his lands. There were bridges suspended from nothing, towers as far as the eye could see, grand castles that seem to have grown from the ground itself! Ships moored where there was no water, forests growing where there was no sunlight, stars that shone in ways no earthly stars could shine...it was astonishing."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-22 02:15 am (UTC)
kingsroads: (maybe we can talk about other things?)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
"I wish I could, but I cannot." Which Strange is very obviously a little bit bummed about. "The way to travel to Faerie is through the king's roads: roads made by the Raven King, hidden behind all the mirrors of the world. I think the Raven King only built them in the world of man, not the world of dreams."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-22 03:01 am (UTC)
kingsroads: (just sort of huffy and taken aback)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange lets out a little noise of surprise before looking blatantly embarrassed for a moment. "Good God, have I not told you that yet? Terribly sorry, Miss Sabriel, I should have started with that before chatting your ear off about magic!"

It's something that he knows is a bad habit of his and knows that if his wife were here, she'd gently tease him about it later.

"You should have a room of your own, designed after a room you are familiar with in the waking world. The ship was attacked recently, so I do not know the state of your room. If it is too unsafe to stay in, there are beds and hammocks set up in the galley. Or, you could simply sleep here and I would take one of the hammocks."

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-22 01:10 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (small cheeky little smile)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
"I mean it when I say there is nothing more I would like than to continue this talk. I have missed conversing with people about magic during my time on the Terror. I wish to make up for lost time."

Strange is the sort of man who's emotions are visible no matter how he tries to hide them. His words are the honest truth: he's just so happy and so relieved to have another magician on the ship. He gets to his feet as well, lingering a bit in case Sabriel needs any help managing her bells or bandolier.

(no subject)

Date: 2020-06-22 02:43 pm (UTC)
kingsroads: (small little smiles)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange takes Sabriel's hand and gives it a shake and a little squeeze. "I shall do so, Miss Sabriel. And again, if you have any questions about this ship or the nature of things here, feel free to ask me."

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