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aionlogs2022-06-22 10:32 pm
chronosynthesis) wrote in aionlogs2022-06-22 10:32 pm
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WHO: Syrlya + you
WHAT: Syrlya needs a way to get around Horos without drawing attention to himself, and he's got just the solution.
WHERE: Greentruth + Godsblood
WHEN: Mid-Visoseri to very early Soviseri
WARNINGS: None?
[GREENTRUTH]
[Syrlya sits at the edge of the amphitheater, with a simple hand mirror he's borrowing--actually, maybe he should trade for it. It might help the persistence of his illusion to anchor in in a mirror, like Balthazar--loathe as he is to take pointers from the dead god. But that's something to consider when he's sure this is going to work.
He's pretty concentrated as he puts a hand to his face, tilting his head before purple-tinged magic builds up around his head--and leaves a very different face in its place. One made of flesh, and while this is a step above the sort of transformations he can physically feel...] I hope I have the texture right.
[So meaty. But also, a little too much like himself. He should make sure whatever appearance he takes on is identifiably different. Maybe change his jawline? Look harder? Softer?
His brow knits as the magic starts warping his facial features, adjusting it in sections so he can review the results.
To anyone inclined to approach directly, he looks at them and gestures to his face.] Have you been to Godsblood? I need an opinion.
[GODSBLOOD]
[It takes a few days, but Syrlya narrows down an appearance he thinks will be suitable for getting around Horos undisturbed: something almost human except for the shorter, pointed ears, with dark hair and long, feminine features. A higher pitch to his voice, a different shape to his body... whatever will seem disconnected enough from his base form so as to be undetected, but not so abnormal he finds focusing on the illusion unwieldy. He's swapped his clothes for something simple, to minimize the complexity he needs to manage in the glamour.
To T2 Aions, he can't hide the aura of being one even though there's no obvious shard. But otherwise the glamour runs deep, as long as Syrlya can keep it together. At least an hour at a time should be fine...
He (or she) slips through the alley at first, to duck into the streets in a direction that's less linear to the resistance's portal. At first he just... stands at the edge of the pavement, looking back and forth at the people who, in turn, don't pay any mind to him. He hasn't been this overlooked in... a long time, actually. It's a little freeing.
Now that he has the chance, he takes the opportunity to familiarize himself with Godsblood. He visits the markets, docks, and occasional pub, striking up conversation with locals that never get deep enough to ask him questions.
He'll give Aions more of his time when he approaches or is approached, but if they can't tell his illusion from before he's in no hurry to give himself away. In fact, maybe he'll see exactly how long he can keep this ruse going.
It can't last forever, though. For the most part he's good about dodging out of sight where he can draw up a hood and drop the illusion, taking a moment to recover his energy from the persistent magic use. But there's an evening he's rushing down the street to get back to where the portal is hidden, careless in how he pushes past people and objects. He might--have pushed this too far.]
((Feel free to hit me up as![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
monochromic or the game discord if you want to plan out a specific Godsblood meeting or anything else! Syrlya is a Champion so for the event period he's capable if issuing challenges.))
WHAT: Syrlya needs a way to get around Horos without drawing attention to himself, and he's got just the solution.
WHERE: Greentruth + Godsblood
WHEN: Mid-Visoseri to very early Soviseri
WARNINGS: None?
[GREENTRUTH]
[Syrlya sits at the edge of the amphitheater, with a simple hand mirror he's borrowing--actually, maybe he should trade for it. It might help the persistence of his illusion to anchor in in a mirror, like Balthazar--loathe as he is to take pointers from the dead god. But that's something to consider when he's sure this is going to work.
He's pretty concentrated as he puts a hand to his face, tilting his head before purple-tinged magic builds up around his head--and leaves a very different face in its place. One made of flesh, and while this is a step above the sort of transformations he can physically feel...] I hope I have the texture right.
[So meaty. But also, a little too much like himself. He should make sure whatever appearance he takes on is identifiably different. Maybe change his jawline? Look harder? Softer?
His brow knits as the magic starts warping his facial features, adjusting it in sections so he can review the results.
To anyone inclined to approach directly, he looks at them and gestures to his face.] Have you been to Godsblood? I need an opinion.
[GODSBLOOD]
[It takes a few days, but Syrlya narrows down an appearance he thinks will be suitable for getting around Horos undisturbed: something almost human except for the shorter, pointed ears, with dark hair and long, feminine features. A higher pitch to his voice, a different shape to his body... whatever will seem disconnected enough from his base form so as to be undetected, but not so abnormal he finds focusing on the illusion unwieldy. He's swapped his clothes for something simple, to minimize the complexity he needs to manage in the glamour.
To T2 Aions, he can't hide the aura of being one even though there's no obvious shard. But otherwise the glamour runs deep, as long as Syrlya can keep it together. At least an hour at a time should be fine...
He (or she) slips through the alley at first, to duck into the streets in a direction that's less linear to the resistance's portal. At first he just... stands at the edge of the pavement, looking back and forth at the people who, in turn, don't pay any mind to him. He hasn't been this overlooked in... a long time, actually. It's a little freeing.
Now that he has the chance, he takes the opportunity to familiarize himself with Godsblood. He visits the markets, docks, and occasional pub, striking up conversation with locals that never get deep enough to ask him questions.
He'll give Aions more of his time when he approaches or is approached, but if they can't tell his illusion from before he's in no hurry to give himself away. In fact, maybe he'll see exactly how long he can keep this ruse going.
It can't last forever, though. For the most part he's good about dodging out of sight where he can draw up a hood and drop the illusion, taking a moment to recover his energy from the persistent magic use. But there's an evening he's rushing down the street to get back to where the portal is hidden, careless in how he pushes past people and objects. He might--have pushed this too far.]
((Feel free to hit me up as