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Scenario A - The Dining Hall

[ You may find the forge - now called Ember - around here quite a lot over the days following the vines' retreat. She's often pacing around the huge table on the floor, looking at its structure carefully; or scaling it, taking measurements and examining the table's edge; or sometimes using her power over metal to peel away large strips from the giant dinner plates set out for the residents. She's obviously busy, but she'll stop to talk if anyone cares to ask what she's up to. ]

Scenario B - The Hearth Room

[ Ember is often laboring away over her possession-body, using its heat to help craft the metal she's brought back from the dining hall as she'd like without having to use up so much of her magic to do it. She may be twining together long, sturdy cables of metal rope, or molding small chunks of metal into pulleys, or crafting rods into sharp and durable nails, or bending long strips of metal into a wire frame. When she's working so hard, she could probably use a reminder to take a break and rest sometimes. ]

infernoandhearth

Scenario 1: Waking Up

He is surrounded by bindings, by chains, and he burns. Not the friendly burn of fire, but the vicious burn of poison, acid. And he's so tired, he's been there for so long, long enough to amend for any misdeed, really. He thinks he's just wanted where he can be accessed most easily. He won't stand for it. Struggling, he pulls himself out of the memory and onto the floor, beside himself.

Still trapped, he sees, barred up no matter where he is. Restricted no matter the punishment or the captors. That's alright. Now that he's free to roam a larger prison he can start in on some of those revenges he feels certain he'd been thinking up, even if he thinks they might have been for someone else. He just needs to determine where his jailer has disappeared to, and what his resources are so he can start.

Scenario 2: Dinner

His fire body in the brazier will only hold so many of those vines threading around the floor so he decides to attempt to sate his hunger the...usual way? That seems right. It's a bit of a climb but it isn't long before he's settling in, not much bothered by table manners, or how most people don't occasionally set their food on fire before cramming it into their mouth.

sageprincess

Grand Hall; Morning

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time."

It's a voice she recognizes as her own yet finds completely unfamiliar that pulls her out of the darkness and calls her to wake. A voice and the image of a boy with innocent blue eyes (too innocent for the burden he carries, she finds herself thinking though not knowing why) wielding a gleaming sword that shines in the light. He's important, that boy, that "Hero of Time," and yet--

The Oracle opens her eyes, and finds herself sprawled on the floor in the Grand Hall. Gone is the boy, gone is the stone temple he stood within, and when she gasps at the state of the Hall (wilted plants and ashes everywhere), her voice is the feminine one she knows to be hers and not the more masculine one she heard. Was it just a dream, then? Or a vision, perhaps? But, no, it felt too personal to be either of those...

Her quickening thoughts are interrupted as she pulls herself up from the ground, however, her attention turning to herself instead of the mess that surrounds her. Her white robes are stained black with soot, and a cursory glance reveals her hands and hair are covered in the stuff as well.

What in the world happened here?

Inner Gardens; Afternoon

Following the trail of dead vines leads to the gardens (and how fortunate she had that hint - she hardly remembers there being that many doors in the Hall), which the Fairest looks on with some relief. Even if its clear whatever fiery rampage wrecked the Grand Hall also made its way through here, being in the garden means there's water, and water means she can finally start getting the smell of smoke off of her and out of her clothes.

Should you be the type to frequent the lake, you might notice her shedding her headdress and outer robes and dunking them into the water, scrubbing them clean before hanging them out to dry. Or maybe she's tilting her head underneath the waterfall, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the grime. Either way, don't expect to sneak up on her very easily, or get away with spying...

[ooc; can do action or prose - I'll match you!]

wingedapostle

[ooc: this search is going to take place over three in-game days (days 8, 9, and 10), so please state in the post subject which day you want to go for!]

Answers have come, but not enough. She's remembered two more things since she awoke: the poisonous forest surrounding the pure land, and herself preaching peace to a crowd of people. Neither memory gives answers regarding the other, which leads her to the library's fourth wing. If in her memories she cannot find answers to her questions – Who is she? Who were those people? Why is the forest purifying the world? Why that urgent plea for peace? – then perhaps she'll find them in books.

That is, if she can find any that she can read. She's been here before, more than once, but she has never found a book in a language that she could understand. The languages in the many books she's looked over have all been beautiful-looking, but that doesn't help much when she doesn't know what they say.

She picks a bookshelf at random, and slides a book out of its place. Its cover is colorful and ornate, but a look inside reminds her that she's likely not going to have much luck on this search, at least not anytime soon. She puts it back with a sigh and takes another one out. This is going to take a while.

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