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high_seas2013-09-23 11:11 am
lost_sailor) wrote in high_seas2013-09-23 11:11 am
A ship tossed about on the ocean
Who: The crew of the Alcyone
Where: The Stormy Sea!
When: The 21st
What: A raging storm at sea rocks the decks of the Alcyone. What is the crew to do?
Warnings: None. Just possible use of Frost and Spark Plasma
Style: Brackets or Prose. I'm sure we can adapt.
Status: Closed to the crew
Piers recognized the shift in the wind before the storm clouds appeared on the horizon, and he had a feeling that Sheba did too. Being connected to the elements themselves provided certain advantages-- unfortunately, the advantages only went so far.
He needed to warn the rest. Immediately.
They were in for a wild ride.
(Catch-all log for the storm. People can do as they wish ♥)
Where: The Stormy Sea!
When: The 21st
What: A raging storm at sea rocks the decks of the Alcyone. What is the crew to do?
Warnings: None. Just possible use of Frost and Spark Plasma
Style: Brackets or Prose. I'm sure we can adapt.
Status: Closed to the crew
Piers recognized the shift in the wind before the storm clouds appeared on the horizon, and he had a feeling that Sheba did too. Being connected to the elements themselves provided certain advantages-- unfortunately, the advantages only went so far.
He needed to warn the rest. Immediately.
They were in for a wild ride.
(Catch-all log for the storm. People can do as they wish ♥)
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Thank god - the gods - whatever! - that Leo had shouted a warning, because Sheba was down on the deck and that definitely would have hurt. She looked up when he shouts and her eyes went wide, but in typical Adept fashion, she used Psynergy where just moving would have worked just as well - she never had been good at acting like a normal person, and she hadn't yet adjusted to Psynergy not being as easily replenished here.
With a wave of her hand and a low-level Whirlwind, the bolt was left hovering in the air long enough for her to reach out and grab it. She glanced up to the top of the mast and called out to Leo,
"Hey, is everything okay up there?" The weather was getting bad; she was attuned enough to the wind to be able to tell.