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Mab Lady of Air and Darkness ([personal profile] rules_winter) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-06-21 11:23 pm

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky [Open]


1. Bulding glass houses
Mab had finally staked out her home, something that had before been more of a manor she now was pouring will into, icing the facade. She'd been working intermittently for days now, spilling enough magic into the structure each time to build a new layer of ice without completely draining her resources. It simply wouldn't do to be caught out without some of her strength to use. By now the building reflected the sun back in glacial colors, and almost seemed to have it's own inner glow, a pulsing of variable colors that matched her eyes and would leave those without strong magic entranced if they gazed too long. The ice was thick enough that you could no longer see the stone that had originally created the structure and you could also no longer see the door. Icicles hung like deadly spears from the eaves and the windows glittered with facets.

She pulled her hands away from the side of the building and stepped back, breathing in deeply before looking up at her work. It was nearly done, a few more days and it would be a solid defense, beautiful, remote and deadly, standing at the top of a hill bare of trees though they gathered around about a half a kilometer from the base of the hill. She shook a hand as though weary before straightening completely and giving it all a proud look. Yes, this would do nicely. Snow started falling just in the general area, carpeting the top of the hill and scattering down into the grass and heather. The snow muffled all the other noises in the area making everything feel even more remote.

2. Air and Darkness

A pale figure seemed to shimmer into space between two trees in a wooded area of the Southeastern Greenbelt. As if she'd taken off a black cloak and let it fall to her feet she stepped out of the darkness and onto the grass overlooking Crystal Palace Park. Following her as though congealing at her feet is a creeping fog, a result of her own natural coolness hitting the warm summer air. In the darkness she puts a hand out to touch the worn stone pillar on a set of stairs leading down from the Italian terrace she is standing atop and ice forms along it, spreading along the surface and making soft cracking noises as the cool expands inside the stonework. Lambent eyes take in the area, assessing who is nearby. Even as she begins to walk down the steps, the fog starts spilling down them in her wake like a living thing, silent and sinuous.

Her gown trails down behind her and it is difficult to see where fabric stops and fog starts, it all blends together.

3. Newfangled technology

Mab stood unnaturally still, looking up at the sign above the store. The sign did not sound like it should sell cellular telephones but the window displayed them. The sign should be changed. She had the strong urge to fix it for them because it annoyed her. Finally she took a noticeable breath and her head moved, dropping to look at the door which hand a metal handle. Humans loved metal far too much. It was why she found gloves necessary but she still did not like to touch the bane. Even through her gloves it burned a little. Instead she waited a moment more for someone to open the door and she followed them in, letting the door close behind her without ever touching it.

She stopped again inside the store and looked askance at the rows of different phones many of which also seemed to have metal housing. The air in the store was cool enough it didn't noticeably cool when she entered but the window on the glass door behind her fogged a little until she began to walk farther in, eyes scanning across displays that seemed to be written in English but for the life of her none of them made any sense at all. Abbreviations, numbers, features. She stared down at one of the little cards and then looked up at the displayed phone. The screen glowed with pictures splattered across the screen. Tiny tiny pictures.


4. Anything else!
Hit me up, I know there are a few people I mentioned wanting to meet, if these don't fit for you let's work something out, baby.
eyeforaneye: ({a fight to save a smile})

3, I'm so late

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-05 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Owning a cockatiel is by and large an uneventful experience.

Owning a loud old cockatiel who enjoys chewing up phone cords on a regular basis is less so, and thus Sasuke is very frequently forced into this particular shop which seems to have a problem with its coolant system today but then again he's very good at finding something to complain about. Not to mention he always runs pretty hot himself, so his body temperature can handle a greater downward flux.

"... that phone is bad." Yes, trust him to only speak up to give negative commentary on something. "You don't want that one."
eyeforaneye: ({never say goodbye})

TY <3

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-07 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Silence again reigns as he considers her request, suspicious of her demeanor in return in a way he can't quite define and it tempts him to use one of his own powers... but thankfully he resists. They're in public, after all.

"Don't buy this one or this one. This brand is also unreliable. This one is overpriced unless you want an exceptionally good camera, and even still it isn't the best value then.

This one is known for poor durability." Let him just talk about what he hates.
eyeforaneye: ({but his blood has stopped pumping})

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-17 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Redirecting his efforts to something useful and not based on his general piss-poor attitude or hatred of 90% of the things under the sun is an endeavor all on its own.

"Plastic housing." ... right. "Most people would call it its casing if you want to seem more normal." It's subtle enough to hint at his suspicion that she isn't normal without giving him away if she is. "Almost all of them are entirely plastic on the outside, and for those that might not be you can still buy a plastic covering. This one here... It's cheap and durable." Please don't be an old Nokia.
eyeforaneye: ({told to help in time of need})

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-07-27 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"..." His expression goes from expectant to confused to impassive again, slowly looking down at the phone and her covered fingers alike.

"You'll either need to take those off or invest in gloves that are almost entirely sheer. It'll get used to your patterns but you may need to apply more pressure for it to actually get a reading through fabric." He can read looks only sometimes, and honestly he empathizes with a plight in any way related to technological incompetence.
eyeforaneye: ({left to hold out})

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-08-01 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh we are on a short track to a mobile hellscape, you and me.

"... that's such a broad question. Here, it's common for the main button to be positioned on the side, so press it and hold it down to turn it on. It's the same for powering it off, and a short brief press will lock the screen in order to save on battery life. Are you actually paying attention? Because I won't repeat myself." He gesticulates at the button in question, not pausing in his explanation and expecting her to keep up.