genessia | 001 ❆ Open Log

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001 ❆ Open Log

Who: Elsa and YOU!
What: Arrival
When: March 13th, daytime
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: None
Notes: Brackets or prose are both fine!

Elsa hasn't wandered very far from the archway that brought her into the city. She can still feel panic coursing through her at finding herself here, despite the pamphlet advising her that that's exactly what she shouldn't do. The location herself was only adding to her confusion - especially when she'd stepped out into the street and been nearly run down by some sort of horseless carriage - but the majority of her distress is with herself rather than her strange surroundings.

Her right hand is covered by a blue velvet glove, in which she clutches the walkie-talkie and the pamphlet that she found upon waking. Her left hand is ungloved, and Elsa clutches it to her chest, desperately trying to hide and cover it as best as she can. "Conceal, don't feel," she whispers to herself, trying to calm herself. "Don't feel, don't let it show."

In the Bay, the patches of ice that had appeared wherever she'd stepped in the shallow water are beginning to thaw. Elsa's one relief is that no one had seen her there as she despaired of herself and the power she's struggling to contain.

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Bumblebee had been in this place for nearly a month at this point. Upon his arrival, he had been a bit confused, thinking that when he left that other place that he was in, that he’d be going home. Clearly that hadn’t been the case. So he just took to making himself more comfortable here, which wasn’t very hard at all.

He’d learned most of the layout of this place already, but still found himself exploring from time to time. Possibly because he didn’t feel like being stuck inside for entirely too and would just rather be out even he wasn’t doing anything but walking around. His wandering today lead him to come across the girl leaving the Bay. It was easy enough to tell that she was brought here like the rest of them just from seeing her leave that location.

Bumblebee walked a little closer to the panicked girl, and he could hear her speaking something to herself.

“Excuse me? Are you alright?”

Elsa had been so focused on herself and staying calm that she didn't notice Bumblebee approach until he spoke to her, and she looked startled as she realised she was being addressed, flinching a little as she felt tiny crystals of ice forming against her palm and pushing her hand into the folds of her cape to conceal it and stem the icy flow.

"I'm fine," she replied, a little too quickly. "That is, I'm not hurt. I'm trying to get my bearings."

Bumblebee shifted his gaze a little to her hand as she pushed it away into her cape, then he shifted his attention back to her face.

“Are you sure?” With the way she was treating her hand, it seemed like it really could have been injured. “I know that I am a stranger, but you have no need to be afraid. I’ve been brought to this place just as you have.”

"It's not that I'm worried about, I--" she said hurriedly, then sighed. "I just don't want to hurt you, that's all."

She's not surprised to hear that others have been brought here too, and it does comfort her a little that she's not been singled out, kidnapped on behalf of the enemies that she and her kingdom were bound to have after her outburst at the coronation. "How long have you been here?"

“Do not worry about harming me. I am made of much tougher stuff than I look.” He isn’t really sure what she could do to harm him, but she didn’t look at all dangerous.

“Almost a month. There are those that have been here longer, though.” So it wasn’t like this kidnapping thing was just something that started happening recently.

His reassurance doesn't make her look any less worried about it. The memory of Anna, lying limp on the ice she'd created for her to play with, her body turning cold and her hair white, is burned into the forefront of her mind, as it always is in her interactions with others. She's only lucky that no one had got hurt at her coronation, she reflects.

"Why?" Elsa looks completely bewildered now. She feels as though she ought to have heard of this happening, of people disappearing to this place.

Gajeel hadn't been in the city for very long himself, but having a better idea of what was going on made him that much more determined to get the lay of the land. And so he found himself backtracking to the place where he'd first entered. No particular reason, just curiousity...he'd been so determined to disappear the first time that he hadn't gotten too much of a look at the area around the Bay.

Normally he'd have passed by the blonde girl without a second glance. Her obvious distress didn't move him (he was kind of a jerk like that). Still, when she started to whisper under her breath he stopped and turned to look at her. "The heck are you muttering about?"

Okay, so empathy didn't really get his attention. Curiosity, though? That would do the trick.

Elsa's cheeks turn a little red as she realises that someone's heard her, and she instantly straightens up, making sure that the frost beginning to cover the inner lining of her cloak is hidden as best as she can.

"It was nothing. Nothing important," she replies hurriedly.

"That so?" Gajeel wasn't entirely convinced, but he shrugged and kept on walking, only stopping to enter a nearby store.

...

And then, once he'd judged enough time had gone by, he stepped back out onto the street. He had her scent now, so it wasn't like he needed to keep her within sight. With a determined frown, Gajeel set off after Elsa.

That girl definitely looked like she was up to something, and he planned to see just what that was.

Elsa set off down a small side alley away from the main road, glancing around once or twice but more concerned about getting into seclusion quickly than she was about potentially being followed. She sat on an upturned crate, withdrawing her uncovered hand from her cloak and breathing deeply and slowly to calm herself before brushing the frost from the fabric of her dress.

There was a sudden clattering sound above Elsa's head. If she chanced to look up she'd see that Gajeel was now crouched casually on a second-floor fire escape and peering down at her. "Ice Make? That's all?" He almost sounded disappointed. She had certainly looked like she was up to no good.

Elsa gasps as she hears Gajeel's voice coming from above her, her eyes wide with apprehension as she raises her head to find just where he is. She can't help bristling a little at his comment too, shrugging off her power so casually, as though he'd seen its like a hundred times, as though it wasn't dangerous at all. "It's dangerous. I'm dangerous."

"Nobody's sayin' it ain't dangerous," Gajeel said with a faint frown (probably his default state). "The guy I know who does it is one annoying bastard. But you're actin' like somebody caught you dabbling in the Black Arts."

Gajeel's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Just sayin', it ain't the kind of thing a mage normally tries to hide." Unless, of course, she took the unspoken invitation to explain what made her different.

"I have to hide it." She slowly lowers her bare hand and wraps it back in the folds of her cloak, feeling a little more confident now it's concealed. "People have got hurt, people I care about. I'm not about to risk that happening again, not for anything. Besides, I... I was just made queen. They wouldn't accept me if they knew I had magic." They hadn't, as a matter of fact.

Gajeel cocked his head to one side. He'd heard of people who don't like magic, but an entire country? "What kind of backwards..." Ah well. Not like it was his problem, now, was it?

With a casual shrug, Gajeel held his arm out over the railing of the fire escape. Without a sound or even any apparent exertion on his part, it turned to a dull black metal of some kind from the elbow down. He tapped it on the railing to demonstrate, where it gave off a distinctly metallic 'ping!'.

Mab had been testing the gates and when we say testing she was probably trying to break them just to see what would happen. She's still trying to determine what effects her magic has on this place. Her knight wasn't around to complain and she hadn't collapsed it so there was very little chance he'd start giving her a hard time and she had broken no promises. All in all not a terrible experience but hardly fulfilling as she hadn't been able to do much to the gate at all. She was on her way back toward the center of town to get some food and then head home when she felt a tug of familiarity on her own magic. Like someone tapping into Winter's heart.

She turned and moved in the direction it had come from, her expression alert. She brushed by people without giving them a second look though most moved if they'd seen her around once already. She had a way of making certain they kept their distance. When she came upon the young woman curled in on herself, murmuring she stopped and observed. The girl was quite caught up in trying to ... hide something. Though there was still that quiver in the air of magic dripping through the cracks, expanding and contracting chaotically because the wielder didn't know how to control it and it was clearly doing more of the controlling. She tilted her head a little to the side, her inhuman eyes seeing more than just the surface. It was definitely coming from her. It wasn't quite Winter's power but it was something very similar, enough to resonate with Mab.

Elsa shrank back a little as she felt eyes on her, and her frame tensed as she met Mab's gaze, a realisation running through her that chills her far more than the ice she's creating. This person knows what she's trying to hide, she's sure of it, though whether it's a genuine assessment or her own paranoia after what had happened at her coronation ball, she can't say. She drops her eyes to the ground, unable to stop the fear and shame flickering over her features, her mind racing as she tries to think of an explanation, if it comes to that.

The girl's expression starts out with something that looks like horror or perhaps embarrassment. And she should be embarrassed with that small amount of control. Has no one taken her in hand? She wields a great deal of power. And she drops her eyes to the ground looking shamed. That is prey movement. It is fortunate Mab is a high ranking Sidhe or Elsa would have far more to worry about than freezing the block. She is nothing if not an apex predator with ridiculous amounts of control.

Untapped talent is so very rare, especially on this level. Mab's face goes from impassive and rather emotionless beyond intense interest to a soft smile. "Thy master hath left thine studies sorely lacking." And she rolled out of the old speech into something more modern, "Why do you hide such power?"

Edited 2014-03-15 04:23 (UTC)

Bridget had been waiting for the sun to set for the last hour in the shadow of one of the many buildings around the central lake. It would be easy for someone to overlook a shadow within a shadow since she was completely enveloped by a hooded cloak that would protect her even from the indirect rays of sunlight that reflected off the water. But since it got rather boring waiting the last few hours until sunset inside a rented room Bridget had started trying to spend at least some time attempting to adjust her eyes to actual sunlight no matter how indirect it was.

But someone was... leaking. Bridget's hood lifted just a little at the sense and squinted a few moments into the sunlit areas before having to drop her hood again for a few minutes. By the time she was able to very slowly lift her eyes again there were two figures. Bridget mentally reminded herself to buy some dark sunglasses as she adjusted bit by bit to watch the two women.

One was painfully undisciplined and leaking her power like water from the first attempt by an apprentice cooper while the other... Bridget didn't try to read that one. She didn't even try to read such a confident aura since there was so much of her current environment was an unknown. Bridget was aware though, and was watching the pair with complete neutrality.

"I have to hide it," she replies. Her face is a little flushed from the shame she feels, but she looks up at Mab now, her stance defensive. "People get hurt otherwise - I can't control it. And sorcery isn't looked kindly upon where I come from."

The soft snort says what Mab thinks about human's fear of magic. "Humanity fears what it does not understand. You have no need to fear your powers, Child." Mab began to walk closer to the girl, absolutely no fear in her face. Why fear someone who is what you are in many ways. Or what you might have been when you began. She holds out a hand, long fingers tipped with polished nails that seemed to change color in time with her eyes in an unsettling way. Her eyes, cat slitted shifted like the aurora borealis through greens and blues and violets, and a human who was not careful could lose themselves forever in those eyes.

"Your hand." And it was an order, sounding like she was used to giving them and expected nothing less than for Elsa to hop to it. "You wish to learn control?" She had seen the other woman appear though Bridget had not come any closer she paid more attention than the denizens from this world tended to do. And the cool power like her own was not only coming from the woman in front of her. Bridget seemed to have control of her own power though.

Bridget leaned her elbows on her knees under the tightly-woven fabric and smiled at the irony at the woman's statement. She could hear them even from the distance they were at. It really was true that many humans tended to react to the unknown with fear first and then with the desire to somehow conquer that same unknown.

So she was content to watch for now. Her own power was completely known to Bridget and she was in complete control. She'd even started setting up a new network of passive telepathic webs through the city to collect even more information.

The way that she approaches, with no fear whatsoever, makes Elsa immediately wary. She's regarded that part of herself with such revulsion for so long, it's hard for her to consider trusting anyone who'd flaunt those powers so flagrantly. At the same time she admires it, and can't help wishing that she could be strong and powerful and comfortable with herself like that. But Anna and the people of her kingdom aren't here for her to hurt, she reminds herself -- maybe if she can get more of a handle on her powers now, then when she returns to Arendelle... She forces herself to abandon that train of thought, remembering the looks of horror she received for even possessing magic, not even harming people with it.

There's a part of her that still thinks this is a bad idea, and she still feels extremely wary of the woman in front of her, but she tentatively reaches forward to accept the hand offered to her nonetheless.

Well, she isn't a complete fool if she has the sense of self preservation to be wary around a being of power such as Winter's Queen. As the girl sets her hand on Mab's, she lets her own power reach out and graze Elsa's. Just the barest hint of the mass of magic she holds herself. "Do not hold it back, mortal Child, you cannot hurt me." Her hand glows a little as she creates a containing barrier around their hands. She had promised her knight she would not hurt innocents unless provoked. He may not be responding to her recently but it was not the right time to force him out.

Her eyes do not move but she does call out to the woman eavesdropping. "It is rude to listen in on conversations while skulking in the shadows." That one did not feel human.

She finds that it's difficult to let go completely, even with Mab's assurances. As she feels the touch of her stronger power, though, the idea that she's potentially in far greater danger than she can cause here is reinforced, and she slowly lets the magic flow. At first she feels overwhelmed by it - it's been so long since she let her powers free, and she'd been so young then, the magic had only increased exponentially with time - but then a surge runs though her, and she looks absolutely delighted. For the first time in forever, she feels free.

Elsa hadn't noticed Brigdet at all, and she jumps a little as Mab calls out, looking around frantically; the thought of being watched and more people knowing about her powers seeming less of a concern than there being more potential targets for her to inadvertantly hurt. Her smile falters, and she instinctively closes her eyes and tries to will the magic to stop. Conceal, don't feel, don't feel anything.

Oh, so she had been noticed. Not that Bridget really cared. There was only so much curiosity that could be sated with passive listening and both women were worth some active participation from her. But... 'skulking'?

She was tempted to roll her eyes but refrained. It was one thing to do something so childish around Strauss, another around strangers she wanted to know about. So instead she raised a hand and made a flicking motion to send one of her communication threads towards the pair. The non-human would probably hear her just fine without it but the scared young woman deserved the courtesy of hearing Bridget speak as well. That way it would sound as if Bridget was only a few feet away. She closed her eyes and lifted her head enough that Elsa could spot her more easily before lowering her hood again. Stupid sun, she should have chosen a cloudy day to try this.

"Skulking? You make it sound like I'm trying to hide myself, which I have not." Bridget stated without any trace of guilt. If two people started a conversation in the middle of a public area it was hardly a crime to listen. "I would join you if I could but that's currently not an option. Unless you'd accept an invitation to join me in-please stop doing that. You have done absolutely nothing wrong." Bridget frowned slightly as the flavor of Elsa's thoughts and actions turned towards panic and then partial shut-down.

[[ooc: I hope you don't mind a bit of vague telepathy? Bridget isn't reading her thoughts so much as the speed of her thoughts and translating that into emotions. If you do mind I can edit that part no prob! Bridget won't actually read thoughts without permission.]

Elsa blooms like a rose for a little while, letting her power curl inside the small protection bubble Mab has created, it is still young and inexperienced but delightfully full of potential. When Elsa jumps and Bridget talks, Mab takes a moment and frowns disapprovingly at the young Queen. "Do not stop." Her voice is stern where Bridget sounds more reassuring. At least relatively speaking. "You should be able to use you powers and speak at the same time." And then thinking it might make her more agreeable she added on, "I will keep it contained."

Turning her attention to Bridget she does not take her eyes off of Elsa. "Listening without invitation in a dark corner. It is rather the definition." But her attention more curious. There were no barriers across the streets that would keep creatures out, that she had discovered anyway. And she was certainly a creature many would like to keep out. But the darkness was a hint. There were many creatures who shunned the sun. Something about Bridget chimed against her own powers though she definitely was not a creature of Winter.

Keiichi whistled to himself as he took a walk through town. He wondered how his friends were doing back home. It seemed like he was trapped here, but for how long he wondered. He sighed saying that being cooped up in a room wasn't good for him so he decided to embark on this relaxing walk. This could also make for thinking up strategies to get out, but that only lasted for a few minutes before he shook his head to rid of them.

It only seemed to hurt his head.

The boy stopped his musings as he saw a person who seemed to need some help. He walked over to her, careful not to startle her and gave a big smile to introduce himself.

"Um... are you lost miss?"

Elsa tensed a little as she's addressed, unsure how much to trust anyone here and still worried about hurting anyone who comes too close even though she's calmed herself enough to just about keep her magic under control, although the slightest provocation would probably be enough for the ice to flow again. Still, she couldn't help but soften a little at his broad, friendly smile.

"I just found myself here."

Ah. So she was new to this world as well. This made him wonder just how many people were here that weren't born in Genessia. How many were transported here each day? This place was a mystery.

"Ah, you too? I just got here not too long ago myself. So we're both in the same position. Though, it's a nice change of pace I guess... Get to meet new people and all."

Angel had been watching the woman. She didn't need mind reading powers to tell she was different...maybe even different like Angel herself was. Moving into view, Angel cleared her throat, wanting to get her attention.

"Are you okay? I know it's really weird, but I can show you around."

She liked her, kind of...liked her enough for not really knowing her at any rate. She seemed nice.

The smile that Elsa gave Angel showed her nervousness - visions of Anna come to the front of her mind, and she's desperately worried about hurting her or worse - but the offer is just too tempting for her. She feels a little calmer now, and as long as she keeps her bare hand wrapped in her cloak and doesn't get too worked up, she might just be all right.

"You're very young to be out all by yourself. But I could do with someone showing me around."

Angel couldn't help but roll her eyes at the young comment. She was tired of probably being one of the smartest people on this island and still being considered too young for most things.

"I'm not a kid you know, I'm seven years old." Or so she figured anyway.

"Stepping forward, she offered a hand. "My name's Angel, what's yours?"

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