Post by Loci on Feb 19, 2007 3:59:30 GMT -5
Blinking into a glass walled decayed room within the Deep Sea Research facility, Loci stretches his arms, admiring the view of the undersea life just on the other side of the glass.
"Well, this certainly is an interesting place I have here. Now why did I come here...?" He asks himself, perplexed by his own question. "Oh yes, what better place to prepare for Natalia's arrival."
He walks over to a console against the wall, punching in a few keys he brings up a display. It scrolls with hundreds of pages of information concerning Guardian Force magic drawing, chemical formulas for crystal production, containment of magical entities, etc...
The glow of the screens silhouette against Loci's face, bathing it in a pale blue. As he reads on, his satisfying grin grows.
Turning away from the console, he clasps his hands together. "Excellent... now to prepare the decorations."
Extending his arms out, he wiggles his fingers, cracks his neck and begins to create runes with the tips of his fingers. "Oh this has been awhile, hope I'm not too rusty..." Symbol after symbol appear from his fingers, he moves and shapes them as if they were on a screen till the entirety of his body is encased within them. He smacks his hands together and the runes explode, suddenly the facility lights up with an eerie orange glow. The room itself almost appears to rebuild itself to Loci's specifications, a high back chair facing to the glass wall. A surgical table off to the corner that has elaborate restraints etched in runes that softly glow yellow. Several tables, book shelves, a statue of Loci, and various other comfort items.
Loci, satisfied with himself, takes a seat in the high-back chair. He crosses his legs and stares intently out at the ocean fish and sharks. "Now for the final touch..." Raising his hand up he etches out one last rune, more complicated then the others, one he learned from Nae'Bils, one that suppress magical power, demonic or celestial, for anyone in the vicinity around the rune that wasn't suppose to be there. One that would keep those he wanted kept out, out and those he wanted kept in, in. A shield and a restraint all in one.
He claps his hands together and the rune explodes out, enveloping the entirety of the facility in a bubble of energy before dissipating. Loci breathes a sigh of exhaustion.
"Dear gods... I must work out more often." His head nods as he struggles away sleep. "Cursed host body... the flesh is weak." His eyes grow heavy. "Must... recover..." Then his head falls down to his chest as his body gives out, then fades away, leaving an empty chair.
"Well, this certainly is an interesting place I have here. Now why did I come here...?" He asks himself, perplexed by his own question. "Oh yes, what better place to prepare for Natalia's arrival."
He walks over to a console against the wall, punching in a few keys he brings up a display. It scrolls with hundreds of pages of information concerning Guardian Force magic drawing, chemical formulas for crystal production, containment of magical entities, etc...
The glow of the screens silhouette against Loci's face, bathing it in a pale blue. As he reads on, his satisfying grin grows.
Turning away from the console, he clasps his hands together. "Excellent... now to prepare the decorations."
Extending his arms out, he wiggles his fingers, cracks his neck and begins to create runes with the tips of his fingers. "Oh this has been awhile, hope I'm not too rusty..." Symbol after symbol appear from his fingers, he moves and shapes them as if they were on a screen till the entirety of his body is encased within them. He smacks his hands together and the runes explode, suddenly the facility lights up with an eerie orange glow. The room itself almost appears to rebuild itself to Loci's specifications, a high back chair facing to the glass wall. A surgical table off to the corner that has elaborate restraints etched in runes that softly glow yellow. Several tables, book shelves, a statue of Loci, and various other comfort items.
Loci, satisfied with himself, takes a seat in the high-back chair. He crosses his legs and stares intently out at the ocean fish and sharks. "Now for the final touch..." Raising his hand up he etches out one last rune, more complicated then the others, one he learned from Nae'Bils, one that suppress magical power, demonic or celestial, for anyone in the vicinity around the rune that wasn't suppose to be there. One that would keep those he wanted kept out, out and those he wanted kept in, in. A shield and a restraint all in one.
He claps his hands together and the rune explodes out, enveloping the entirety of the facility in a bubble of energy before dissipating. Loci breathes a sigh of exhaustion.
"Dear gods... I must work out more often." His head nods as he struggles away sleep. "Cursed host body... the flesh is weak." His eyes grow heavy. "Must... recover..." Then his head falls down to his chest as his body gives out, then fades away, leaving an empty chair.