removeimpurity: (Now you *listen* - and listen *well*.)
[March 10th]

I am a soldier, a general under the Gods )

[March 11th to March 14th]

I control all I see, and all that stand by me )

[March 15th]

But control is not absolute, and my power not limitless )

[March 17th, Early Morning]

I am but a mortal, and all around me, a lie )

((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
removeimpurity: (Look - I don't care.)
Accidental Voice: Library )

[After leaving the library, Syre's day is relatively uneventful. She grabs some fruit from the grocery store to snack on, then proceeds to sit at the fountain and take a book out of her bag.]

[Those that are so inclined to look over will see what look like research notes, written in Syre's own neat handwriting and covering whatever space isn't occupied by a diagram or a drawing of some sort; it seems she was rather engrossed in her work at the time of writing.]

[The diagrams themselves, however, seem to be of a most disturbing sort: impressively-detailed cross-sections of torsos and skulls (with all of their internal organs, glands, and other such detailed neatly labeled), and what seem to be sketches of potential theories -- figures with two heads, four (or more) arms...]

[Whatever Syre was researching, it certainly was interesting -- but certainly not very innocent.]
removeimpurity: (You. Are just hilarious.)
[Voice]

[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]

To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.

I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.

[The feed stops shortly after that.]

[Written; Accidental]

[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]

-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.

-- Still unable to give life toanimate constructs for more than few seconds at a time. Related to power limits of enclosure(?).

-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.

-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
removeimpurity: (This is none of your concern!)
Aspiring to be gods, angels fall; aspiring to be angels, men rebel  )

[The first thing that she notices is that the Malnosso -- in what Syre can only think of as a twisted sense of convenience -- had placed her on the roof of Community Building 3, which makes the task of returning to her home a trivial one.]

[The second realization is one that is a little more irritating to bear -- there were far more people in the village than she remembered previously. Were they invaders? She didn't spot any of the Third Party among them...]

[Regardless, standing on the roof would get her nowhere. Calmly, she turned away from the view, and made her way down to her room.]

Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood )
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