Scene #336: Mind the Bones

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Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga is holed up inside the fire station. Wuyin had thrown out all the zombies that had shuffled around the building, and since then Inga has taken it upon herself to set up wards to keep out the undead. There is certainly no shortage of bones to be found in the area, and thus Inga had undertaken the grisly work of collecting enough bones to create a bone-fence. Various types of bones are strung around the entrances and windows of the building, the bones carved with runes and hung from rope and torn up clothing. Inga stands by the main entrance of the building in a green wool dress that is a bit worse for wear--blood stained and torn, though she'd done her best to repair it. A long white braid hangs over her shoulder. Her eyes are watchful, her free hand resting on the hilt of a long knife at her belt as the zombies outside moan and shriek and shuffle. But they do not pass the bone-fence.
Eleanor Lamb	The insightful seer will feel a ripple of sensation from somewhere nearby. Not the feeling of the Buzzing or Anima, but rather something organic and subtle, like wind and water whooshing in unison. A little scent of sickly-sweet smoke, and then... a young lady in a sweater and khaki pants appears over in the corner of the vehicle bay, a cloud of purple-pink smoke erupting from the air. Miss Eleanor Lamb holds very still, holding up her hands. "Bothersome Zombies. Some of them could smell me through my veil. Not even a little bit fair, I tell you."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga's eyes narrow slightly, a prickling at her senses...then a woman appears before her. Moss green eyes widen at Eleanor's sudden appearance in smoke. It will be a while before Inga is used to the very flashy sorts of magic--even if she is learning to use it. She recognizes the voice as the one from the 'radio' and she nods to Eleanor, moving toward the door to take hold of a femur bone and lift it upward so Eleanor can pass beneath. "Bothersome is putting it nicely," Inga replies, a pale eyebrow rising. "Veil? Ah, a charm of passage without detection?" she guesses. Inga backs away, moving further into the building and motioning for Eleanor to enter. While the woman is obviously young by her features, her back is slightly bent, her gait uneven as she leans on her staff. "I would offer you refreshment, but there is nothing but water--you are welcome to that however," she continues, turning intelligent eyes to the other woman, looking her over, lips pursing slightly as she takes in her attire. She's certainly seen a woman in trousers before, but the style of it is odd. "You know my name...did Riva tell you about me?" she asks.
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor murmurs quietly, keeping her voice down for the sake of the zombies outside. She does follow as she reaches into her medic's satchel, the smell of food coming out of there. She comes out with a paper bag with an apple and a ham and cheese sandwich, which she hands over to the Viking girl. "Ah, it was in the report that was filed on the incident here. And yes, a charm of... misdirection, really. Though it does not work as well on the dead, it would seem." She finds a nice comfortable spot to sit on the concrete, and looks around at the bone charms. "Mmmmh. Cosy. Though the motif is not quite what I would have chosen." A wry smile.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga blinks, taking the food, a smile appearing to find food she more or less recognizes! "Thank you," she says in surprise. Riva had brought food too but it was...well, she didn't know what to do with it. Frozen dinners and canned goods. She eats the sandwich first. Meat, cheese and bread she can understand. Another smile as she looks to the bone fence. "It works. A bone fence is the best way to keep out the unwanted," she says. "Admittedly have never needed to keep out draugr before, but I knew the charms all the same." "Ah, report. I see. What did this report have to say about me I wonder?" she asks, a touch amused. Riva, Wuyin and the others had certainly managed to shock her considerably with the reality of her situation. "What should I call you, lady? You are a wise woman as well, ja?"
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor grins, and there's a look in her eyes as she regards the seer. Visions are not unknown to the young Briton. "I am Eleanor Lamb, ah... chosen of Rapture." She's trying to put this in nice, delicate terms for the girl from Ancient times. "And just your name, miss, though from your voice and the... construction of the Rune Wall, you are a magus or witch of some sort from your tribe?" She wiggles a bit on her spot on the floor. The movement reveals the leftover of some nasty bruises around her neck, last night's assault already healed down to a dulling greenish yellow under her skin.
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Eleanor Lamb," she repeats. "Inga Freyasdottir...a chosen of Freya. I do not recognize Rapture. One of your gods?" she asks. "Mmm. I am a seid-witch and spa-kona," she explains. "I resided in Upsala, before--well," she motions around herself. A pang of sadness and panic rises as she remembers just how far she has been displaced in time, but she shoves it down with a bite of apple. Inga motions to the visible bruises, frowning. "Who did that?"
Eleanor Lamb	"Ah, no, it the place I was born and grew up. Long story. I'm ah... ascended, in a sense of the term." She watches Inga eat that apple and her heart breaks softly, seeing the sudden panic cross the girl's pretty face. Though, she shifts in her spot. "I'm a... warrior sage for the Union, one of the large organizations here in the Multiverse." She tries to use a version of that word that makes it sound more like 'many places' rather than the clinical matter of fact version. Though she tugs up her sweater in embarassment at the question. "It was a rough night. I got a bit over my head in a fight, but Riva saved me. So did Wuyin. And i saved them."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks thoughtful for a bit, then nods. The idea of many worlds is not actually foreign to her--it is part of her mythology after all. The knowledge that there are more than nine worlds...well, she's coming to terms with it, slowly and in her own way. The 'ascened' bit she can't even touch right now. She will assume it is like being the chosen of a god--and Inga knows well how hard the gods will use their chosen. "Ah, I see. A shieldmaiden and a witch," she says with a smile. "I am glad they were there to help you, and you them. Are they well?" she asks with some anxiety. She doesn't know the two well, but they are just about the only people who really know what has happened to her. About the Buzzing.
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor smiles, and nods. "Riva is awake and I believe is on her way here. Wuyin died, but... ah, came back last night. When I left he was passed out in my parlor with two of my Sisters keeping him company. He is in good hands." The 'shieldmaiden' gets a grin out of her, and even a little bit of her tongue poking through those teeth in joy. "Ah, yes, that is a good description of that, though I rather think I do more hitting than defending. The connotation is correct though." She fishes around in her bag a bit more, and pulls out a bottle of juice for Inga as well. She's scraping her 'emergency snack supplies', but that's what they're here for, after all. "But yes, they are well."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga's expression when Eleanor says Wuyin died is priceless. Dismay, followed quickly by confusion. "H-he died? But came back? Do you mean he was simply unconscious?" she asks. "He heals quickly, I know..." No, Inga doesn't know about that part of her powers yet. She's luckily yet to 'die'. Inga takes the bottle of juice, eyeing it curiously. Hopefully Eleanor opened it for her or she'll be struggling with the cap for a while. Once open, she gives it a sniff, looking a bit disappointed perhaps because it isn't alcohol. She sips it though, and her expression is rather delighted at the taste. "Goodness, what is this?"
Eleanor Lamb	"It's orange juice. That's a kind of fruit. Careful with the tangy." A little snicker of breath, and Eleanor leans against the wall. A glance outside shows the zombies still milling about, but generally respecting the energy of the bone barrier. A murmur. "That is an ingenious method of keeping them out. I am not at all magically inclined, sadly. Well, not the sort of magic you use. I'm no good at Thaumaturgy or similar things." A little huff of breath, and she settles in. Keeping the girl company now.
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Orange juice--well, that is pretty succinct isn't it?" she remarks. Its orange. Its juice. Orange juice! Inga has of course, never seen an actual orange. An eyebrow rises. Thaumaturgy? She's never heard of it. "It is the only magic I was aware of. I have seen things..." she says, shaking her head, remembering Ainsley shooting lightning. Inga needs to learn some of that! All of her offensive magic currently consists of stabbing herself and using her blood as a weapon.
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor murmurs a bit. "Yes, your sort of magic. My powers come from another source entirely. Though." She bites her lip. Explaning genetic modifications might be a little out of Inga's league. "That said, it's good to see it working. And to see you mobile." She snickers, and closes her eyes. "A rough night and I'm still sore. That's a new one on me. The enemy did more than a number on me than I'm used to." She taps at her neck. "It's amazing what loos of blood to the brain will do to a person."
Riva Banari	Suffer not a zombie to live. That might not be the original quote, but it's a lot more acceptable in present company than the original. There is a short, violent scuffle outside, with some flashes of light a short time before Inga notices someone is gingerly picking around the bone-fence. A minute later, Riva arrives, looking over the pair in the sanctum. "The bones were definately new." Riva says, a quirk in her expression as she looks over at the pair. "You work fast, miss Lamb. You didn't even have an Agartha Conduit." She drops another bag next to the rest of the Emergency Supplies, and she crosses her arms, looking over the pair. "Hmmm..." She thinks, pondering something. "How are you doing out here? I'm sure it's been an experience trying to acclimate."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Ah, I see. That is a very strange sounding word...Latin? We call it seidr," she explains. The d is pronounced with a soft 'th' sound. Inga frowns then, placing her juice down in order to mover closer to Eleanor, examining her for a moment. "I do not have my herbs, but I could make you a charm...ah, and I can do this--this will help," she says, reaching for the knife at her belt. She unsheaths it, then draws the sharp iron down her index finger. "Your arm will suffice," she says to Eleanor, reaching out toward her without further explaination. It is then that Riva arrives. Inga looks toward the entrance, a smile appearing. "Ah, Riva! Yes, as there are no shortage of the dead around I have made a bone-fence. It keeps them away," she explains, a note of matter-of-fact pride in her voice. "I heard you were hurt...?" Inga looks back toward Eleanor, blood dripping from her finger. If Eleaner does not pull away, Inga would draw a few runes on her forearm in blood--the blood glows a shimmering crimson briefly before sinking into the skin. A healing spell.
Eleanor Lamb	Healing magic is not unknown to Eleanor, nor is the use of blood in magic. That said, there's an interesting reaction from the Sister as the magic takes effect. a glowing in her eyes, a a slight look of hunger at the scent of the blood, before the rune seeps faintly into her skin. A rush of energy causes ALL the hair on her body to goosepimple, and those bruises fade even further to a simple splotched faint yellow. "Aaahannnaahhhh~" She's twitchy at the sensation, itching at her skin. "Nnfffgg. Goodness that's always strange."
Riva Banari	"I was, but... I heal fast." Riva says. "Some antib... Medicine and a taco and I was fine." She shrugs. She doesn't say anything as she watches Inga prove the Old Ways still have power. "People are out there doing bad things, and they have to be stopped." She shrugs. "Getting hurt is part of the job, right? No one I know is so amazing that they can fight and never get hurt."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga watches the healing take effect, eyes wide and fascinated. While she had no doubt her magic worked, seeing it work so visible is still fairly new to her. Magic does so much /glowing/ here! Inga smiles softly however, seeing the bruises fade. "You need more iron in your blood...I would make something that would do the trick but there does not seem to be livestock /anywhere/. Have the undead eaten them all?" she remarks. Inga can't understand how anyone lived in this place when their do not seem to be farms anywhere! The wound she inflicted on herself has already completely reknit. She looks back to Riva then, nodding. "Yes, I seem to as well...that is relatively new," she comments, then; "What is a taco? Some sort of healing charm?" "Who were these bad people, and what were they doing?"