(Log) Deirdre and Brand join forces to help Vialle [Mirror 2]
Note: Old log -- Part 2 of 3.
The image of Brand says, "Ah, there you are."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre nods. "And where else would I be? Well, considering some of the places, don't answer that." White teeth show in a brief smile. "What can I do for you, Brand?" Her image is clasping a glass of wine, and she has kicked off her boots.
The image of Brand says, "Martin mentioned that you had an idea how to help Vialle."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's expression becomes slightly wary, and then she says, slowly. "Yes, as it happens. Did you happen on one yourself?"
The image of Brand says, "Nothing I've thought of has worked. But I very much want her free."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre says, "Are you offering to help?" She frowns slightly. "And ... I was not aware the two of you were close."
The image of Brand says, "Yes."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre looks away for a moment, thinking the matter through perhaps, then meets Brand's gaze again. "Tell me a little about what you tried first?"
The image of Brand says, "I only found out what happened a week ago. Naturally, I tried trumps."
The image of Brand says, "Servalle tried several other things."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's gaze sharpens. "You have a Trump of Vialle? She is not a part of my deck."
The image of Brand says, "I suggested they bring the mirrors into proximity and reflect them into each other, but it had no effect."
The image of Brand says, "So does Random."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre says, giving Brand a thoughtful look. "I've often wondered what Dworkin taught you."
The image of Brand says, "Everyone wonders that."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre chuckles, quietly. "You want to know what I can do. I want to know what you can do. A trade does seem logical."
The image of Brand sulks for a moment, and then says, "Fine. Yes. Don't go spreading it around, or everyone will want them."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's eyes light, and she says, "Some of the others must know. But ... perhaps you will consider performing the odd commission for me, for a suitable return favour. The trick I will use to free Vialle is something I've guarded carefully."
The image of Brand says, "I know ALL ABOUT guarding these sorts of things."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre nods, still looking watchful. "You want me to show you? I can, but ... with the Black Road blocking everything, it's tricky. I cannot do it from Amber, nor from Tir. You could help me considerably by giving me ... a jumping off point. I'm sure you've quite the portfolio of travel destinations."
The image of Brand says, "Come here to my lab."
The image of Brand extends his hand.
RPG: The Trump contact ends.
Brand says, "We are in shadow."
Deirdre looks around, holding her boots in her free hand, and says, "How can you get anything done in this clutter?" She frowns slightly, then drops the boots, and pulls them on.
Brand says, "The clutter is the only way I CAN get anything done."
Deirdre sniffs slightly, then says, "I've not tried to take people with me, but if I'm to bring Vialle out, it's as well to test it." She straightens up, finishing stamping her feet into the tight boots. "Do you trust me?"
Brand says, "In this, I shall."
Deirdre pauses a beat, but seems to expect no other answer, for she nods once. "Stand behind me. Try to follow."
Brand watches to see what Deirdre does.
Deirdre reaches out, pale hands flexing. The tendons stand out in them, as if she's straining with all of her strength, and then she pulls them a little apart. A strange sound, like ripping, and then the fabric of Shadow itself separates into a jagged tear. Bright light bleeds into the room and a sound. White noise, crackling and humming.
Brand leans forward, ready to walk into the rift right behind her.
Deirdre steps through, and at her back the rent heals, oozing together like water behind a stone.
Brand reaches out, but the rift vanishes when he touches it, fading away.
Moments pass, then to one side of where she left, Deirdre steps back into the room.
Deirdre says, "Too slow?"
Brand says, "Not precisely."
Deirdre's teeth show again, in a smile. Perhaps a little too much satisfaction in her face at having a trick one of her brothers cannot easily match.
Brand says, "It came apart like cobwebs when I touched it."
Deirdre frowns, then says, "Carrying you lacks dignity - but may be required as a last resort. Let us see if simple contact is enough, as with Trump travel."
Brand extends his hand.
Deirdre takes Brand's hand with her left, using her right as she had before, then curses, and drops his hand again. This time she takes his hand once she has yanked the ripped edges apart, and steps through quickly pulling him after her.
Brand slips through after her this time.
The between place is neither absence nor presence. Bright light, the white noise crackling so hard that conversation is impossible. Deirdre appears to concentrate, then pulls Brand's hand with her as she tears reality again. Power courses up and through the joined hands, a jolt similar to passing through the first Veil.
Brand doesn't even try to talk. The look on his face is one of concentration.
*CUT AWAY TO RETURN TO LABORATORY*
Brand says, "Ok. I think it will work."
Brand says, "Shall we find Random?"
Deirdre nods, quickly. "No reason to delay it."
The image of Brand says, "Ah, there you are."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre nods. "And where else would I be? Well, considering some of the places, don't answer that." White teeth show in a brief smile. "What can I do for you, Brand?" Her image is clasping a glass of wine, and she has kicked off her boots.
The image of Brand says, "Martin mentioned that you had an idea how to help Vialle."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's expression becomes slightly wary, and then she says, slowly. "Yes, as it happens. Did you happen on one yourself?"
The image of Brand says, "Nothing I've thought of has worked. But I very much want her free."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre says, "Are you offering to help?" She frowns slightly. "And ... I was not aware the two of you were close."
The image of Brand says, "Yes."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre looks away for a moment, thinking the matter through perhaps, then meets Brand's gaze again. "Tell me a little about what you tried first?"
The image of Brand says, "I only found out what happened a week ago. Naturally, I tried trumps."
The image of Brand says, "Servalle tried several other things."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's gaze sharpens. "You have a Trump of Vialle? She is not a part of my deck."
The image of Brand says, "I suggested they bring the mirrors into proximity and reflect them into each other, but it had no effect."
The image of Brand says, "So does Random."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre says, giving Brand a thoughtful look. "I've often wondered what Dworkin taught you."
The image of Brand says, "Everyone wonders that."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre chuckles, quietly. "You want to know what I can do. I want to know what you can do. A trade does seem logical."
The image of Brand sulks for a moment, and then says, "Fine. Yes. Don't go spreading it around, or everyone will want them."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre's eyes light, and she says, "Some of the others must know. But ... perhaps you will consider performing the odd commission for me, for a suitable return favour. The trick I will use to free Vialle is something I've guarded carefully."
The image of Brand says, "I know ALL ABOUT guarding these sorts of things."
To the image of Brand, Deirdre nods, still looking watchful. "You want me to show you? I can, but ... with the Black Road blocking everything, it's tricky. I cannot do it from Amber, nor from Tir. You could help me considerably by giving me ... a jumping off point. I'm sure you've quite the portfolio of travel destinations."
The image of Brand says, "Come here to my lab."
The image of Brand extends his hand.
RPG: The Trump contact ends.
Brand says, "We are in shadow."
Deirdre looks around, holding her boots in her free hand, and says, "How can you get anything done in this clutter?" She frowns slightly, then drops the boots, and pulls them on.
Brand says, "The clutter is the only way I CAN get anything done."
Deirdre sniffs slightly, then says, "I've not tried to take people with me, but if I'm to bring Vialle out, it's as well to test it." She straightens up, finishing stamping her feet into the tight boots. "Do you trust me?"
Brand says, "In this, I shall."
Deirdre pauses a beat, but seems to expect no other answer, for she nods once. "Stand behind me. Try to follow."
Brand watches to see what Deirdre does.
Deirdre reaches out, pale hands flexing. The tendons stand out in them, as if she's straining with all of her strength, and then she pulls them a little apart. A strange sound, like ripping, and then the fabric of Shadow itself separates into a jagged tear. Bright light bleeds into the room and a sound. White noise, crackling and humming.
Brand leans forward, ready to walk into the rift right behind her.
Deirdre steps through, and at her back the rent heals, oozing together like water behind a stone.
Brand reaches out, but the rift vanishes when he touches it, fading away.
Moments pass, then to one side of where she left, Deirdre steps back into the room.
Deirdre says, "Too slow?"
Brand says, "Not precisely."
Deirdre's teeth show again, in a smile. Perhaps a little too much satisfaction in her face at having a trick one of her brothers cannot easily match.
Brand says, "It came apart like cobwebs when I touched it."
Deirdre frowns, then says, "Carrying you lacks dignity - but may be required as a last resort. Let us see if simple contact is enough, as with Trump travel."
Brand extends his hand.
Deirdre takes Brand's hand with her left, using her right as she had before, then curses, and drops his hand again. This time she takes his hand once she has yanked the ripped edges apart, and steps through quickly pulling him after her.
Brand slips through after her this time.
The between place is neither absence nor presence. Bright light, the white noise crackling so hard that conversation is impossible. Deirdre appears to concentrate, then pulls Brand's hand with her as she tears reality again. Power courses up and through the joined hands, a jolt similar to passing through the first Veil.
Brand doesn't even try to talk. The look on his face is one of concentration.
*CUT AWAY TO RETURN TO LABORATORY*
Brand says, "Ok. I think it will work."
Brand says, "Shall we find Random?"
Deirdre nods, quickly. "No reason to delay it."