[God Quest] [GOD QUEST] So that these eyes might see

A moonless night. A darker shape moves within the familiar shadows as Wessex slinks in a roundabout way to the Underground with her hard-earned (mostly) ingredients. She also has the LongNight book she’d snagged from the Atheneum tucked under one arm. Hoping that Lucas will be on time and have his pieces of the puzzle, she has come a little earlier than planned, just to get a moment of alone time with Her. Finding the shrine is easy now, she knows the sequence of turns along the pathway like the back of her hand. Upon arrival, Wessex takes a moment to put the book aside and take the shards of ice from their hiding place in a bag in a cloak pocket as well as the two pieces of glass from another protective pouch. She places them neatly before the shrine and then takes her customary knee, looking expectantly towards the orb with something akin to a smile on her face. With everything that’s gone on - her talk with Amalia, the declaration of Zariah, the rescue in the Drop and ongoing exploration (defying orders, always!) of the Greatwood - well, much has happened. “Lady, Lucas and I have what you require to alter our vision.” ------------------- Turning in the Quest given here: In the beginning there was Darkness Accomplished in these threads: tit for tat we need a delivery service WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here

"Sorry I'm late." He wasn't (and if he was, it was fashionably), but it was proper to make an apology nonetheless. Lucas stepped in through the opening to the shrine wreathed in darkness, the Ascended moving to take the knee beside Wessex. He slipped a small pouch from his pocket, laying out its contents next to the rest of the apparent ingredients. A few decent sized pieces of onyx; even if he wasn't considered for this upgrade - it was technically for Wessex, after all - this was still a worthwhile visit. Falling quiet, he waited expectantly for their lady to appear. LUCAS making work for idle hands

the
VOICE

"How proud I am of you."

The Voice appeared as she normally did; sparks and electricity, a body not quite corporeal, and eyes that shone like blue-current. "How powerful we are on our own, but together? We are unstoppable as your speed has shown." Sitting with one leg folded over the other and with eyes bright and wise, the Voice regarded two of her best creations with a look of complete pride.

With a wave of her hand, the combined ingredients rose into the air. Shards of ice shattered themselves against the glass creating an impenetrable coating that would never overheat. The onyx warped and broke apart, creating into the lens small pathways through which information could be carried directly into the ascended's minds.

"Now come. Drink from me while I work." Extending both wrists, one for Wessex and one for Lucas, the upgrades would be installed as her children took their nourishment. Like when they had been created, they would feel no pain, only the white-blue chill of their internal components being rearranged to fit their new devices.

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Congratulations! Wessex and Lucas have both received:

Optical Upgrade: Can translate written words regardless of the language. Eyes glow blue when in use. (OOC: Will translate two plot-related text per season.)

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It never gets old. Every time Wessex hears the pride in her Lady’s voice, something inside her (something put there?) reacts; it floods her asymptomatic nervous system with fake endorphins, sends her into la-la-land. The blonde woman beams, smiles more genuinely than Lucas has probably ever seen from her, and then drops her head in thanks. Together. There is a limit to their togetherness, surely their Lady knows that. For now their goals are aligned. In half a year it may not be so. Best to get shit done while they can - and there is more still to do. “Thank you, Lady.” The ingredients break and shift and sustenance is offered, which she gladly takes, going for the offered left arm. A chill floods her body, and though she is eager to test her new abilities when the installation is over, there is a question to be asked first. Before retreating with the LongNight book, Wessex rises and wonders aloud, “Zariah… Do you know if there’s a way to negate Magic? To neutralize it, maybe?” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here

Lucas did not need to be told twice to feed. In all honesty he hadn't expected for them both to truly be granted the gift only offered to Wessex, and that in itself put him in a rather glorious mood. Where Wessex apparently suffered a personality transplant, however, Lucas was bold and brazen as ever. He rose to his feet, offering the goddess before him a polite smile and a crooked wink, before bending to drink from her right arm. He felt the changes within himself as background noise, more interested in the bliss roaring through his system as he replenished himself. Once he was finished, Wessex was already asking her question. Together. Yeah - he shared his fellow Ascended's sentiments on that. Nonetheless, he remained quiet to watch and to listen. LUCAS making work for idle hands

the
VOICE

Her children appropriately satisfied and strengthened, electric sparks snap from her wrists eliminating the marks left by the fangs of her beloveds.

With a child-like laugh indicating an almost annoyed recognition of the queen, the Voice leans forward with eyes like electric marbles. "To negate it entirely? That would take decades of work. To negate it within one specific person? Perhaps in a specific instance?" Though the Voice's lips turned down in a frown, the corners of her eyes crinkled with amusement. "That is indeed possible. But do remember this: though Zariah is like a gnat, always buzzing, ever present, she is so far beneath you, my bright ones. Our purpose is so much greater than a woman who would name herself queen. I would give you the stars before I gave you the power to silence such an annoying child...but.."

She shrugs. Anything is possible with enough time.

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Her gaze shifts to Lucas as their Lady calls Zariah no more than a gnat, a bug, and utterly beneath them. Which, of course, is great to hear, but not so great in practice, considering that they have to find a way to live with her AND fulfill their Lady's wishes. Lucas will probably be just fine. He seems to have less qualms about certain things… or people… than Wessex does. And anyway, she's tired of sharing. Whatever comes next will be for her and her alone. "Understood. Something to think about, then," she concludes decisively. Something for later, when she knows what she truly wants. With so much up in the air, it would be rash to ask about something on which her hard work will he wasted. Wessex bows ever so slightly to the hologram and takes her leave into the night, book held tightly against her side. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here

Lucas was more interested in Wessex's response to their goddess's remarks than what the Voice had actually said, and his chilly Ascended buddy definitely delivered. She was correct about him, at least - Lucas was much more likely to work with this self-proclaimed Queen than against her. Why? Because it kept him alive and because he was more able to bend rules if he was chummy with the monarch. Simple. "Thank you, as always," he purred to their lady, inclining his head politely and turning to follow Wessex away into the underground. Rejuvinated and refreshed, the darkness held no fears for him. LUCAS making work for idle hands