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thecrossinglogs2025-03-28 11:12 pm
witnessvelama) wrote in thecrossinglogs2025-03-28 11:12 pm
Lightning strikes thrice
WHO: Closed to Celehar, Frieda, Urameshi
WHAT: Bottling the storm!
WHERE: Out in the desert.
WHEN: At various times, when the storms come over the desert!
WARNINGS Potential electrocution warnings!
The desert surrounds the oasis, and the sky enfolds it all below. The weather is ever-changing, and as such the surroundings in the desert, too, shift from minute to minute, day to day. On this day, when the light begins to thicken, there are clouds heavy in the sky, and the shiver of something in the air. An anticipation.
They've all of them spoken to the Ferryman, and received what advice, and what materials, they can offer. The shard of lantern, dull and lightless weighs heavy in the inner pocket of Celehar's waistcoat. These fragments may not hold the lantern's light, or the sun's, but there are other sources of power, it's been told, he has been watching and waiting for something like this - and so the note that he puts into his book is simple.
The weather is turning. We should go.
And here he waits on the edge of the lantern's light, wearing his black coat of office once again, as the wind picks up, tugging at his braid. The clouds overhead are darkening already - or maybe the day is passing quickly, with the rumble of thunder to lead it on as he waits for the other two to join him.
WHAT: Bottling the storm!
WHERE: Out in the desert.
WHEN: At various times, when the storms come over the desert!
WARNINGS Potential electrocution warnings!
The desert surrounds the oasis, and the sky enfolds it all below. The weather is ever-changing, and as such the surroundings in the desert, too, shift from minute to minute, day to day. On this day, when the light begins to thicken, there are clouds heavy in the sky, and the shiver of something in the air. An anticipation.
They've all of them spoken to the Ferryman, and received what advice, and what materials, they can offer. The shard of lantern, dull and lightless weighs heavy in the inner pocket of Celehar's waistcoat. These fragments may not hold the lantern's light, or the sun's, but there are other sources of power, it's been told, he has been watching and waiting for something like this - and so the note that he puts into his book is simple.
The weather is turning. We should go.
And here he waits on the edge of the lantern's light, wearing his black coat of office once again, as the wind picks up, tugging at his braid. The clouds overhead are darkening already - or maybe the day is passing quickly, with the rumble of thunder to lead it on as he waits for the other two to join him.