player plot: when my time comes around, pt. 2.5.

[propulsion]

WHO: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Viktor, Wysteria de Foncé, feat. James Flint, Yseult, and sundry!
WHAT: A sleepless month.
WHEN: First week of August
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Partially open! Within are some closed threads for time travel solutions and geniusing, but feel free to use this post as a catch all if you wish to RP about time travel and sciencing or talking to people about time travel and sciencing.

Something is happening!

And at first, who could possibly say what, with the research workrooms kept closed? But the sounds of other voices muffled on the other side can be picked up at just about any hour. Eventually, this becomes more erratic, but only because there is the sound of metal grinding, clanking, and quiet conversation drifting and pattering up through the lyrium-glowing stone passageways that funnel down into the basement of the Gallows.

Eventually, an announcement is made, and the cause for at least four of the Research division being utterly consumed by work becomes apparent. Do feel free to stop by, whether to register your disapproval, make sure they are eating, or to lavish upon them your tearful gratitude, but don't expect to stay too long regardless.

Comments

[delphian]

Tsenka rolls her shoulders, sweeping her staff out in front of herself in a way that seems — because it is — more like a warm up than anything truly purposeful. In this moment, at least; Stephen is not exactly unfamiliar with magical forms. That she's taking the time now to stretch her legs, figuratively speaking, doesn't mean she always would, or that not doing so might never look a lot like this.

She looks like what she is: a person grimly bearing the unbearable, presented with an outlet she's in dire need of. Her brother is dead and the cause he came to believe in here might burn in smoke with his body. There is a slim chance that entertaining this might contribute to undoing that grievous wrong,

and she's had a really shit couple of weeks and she'd like to do meteors about it.

“That's what makes rift magic dangerous,” she says, by way of confirmation. “Manipulating that energy in an entirely different way means getting that energy entirely differently.” She considers, for a moment—

swaps her staff to other hand. Holds the free one out to him, and plants her feet.

“Take my hand and pull as hard as you can.”

[portalling]

“My hope,” Stephen says, “is that I might have some applicable experience which could translate well for this. Back home, my magic came from tapping into multiversal energies — siphoning from the ambient power in the cracks between worlds — so perhaps siphoning from the Veil is similar enough in theory. That’s what I’m banking on, at least.”

He doesn’t carry a staff, which sets him apart from the local mages; but a lot of the mechanics are the same, his own natural magic having been hammered into a different shape when he came here to Thedas. So he squares up, eyes Tsenka — wondering what she’s about to illustrate — and reaches out. Takes her hand in both of his, fingers cinched around palm and wrist, and tries to pull.