Twister!

[lucetimods]

Who: You!
What: WHOOSH
When: The 18th, at 5:23 PM.
Where: Through the village (seen on this map)
Summary: A tornado blows through Luceti! It's loud, windy, and dangerous. React?
Rating: B for Blustery

It had been an unusually warm day for October. Dark clouds loomed in the day and had been accompanied by strong winds. A strange green aura tinted the clouds in the west before it finally happened. It was loud. Deafeningly loud for those near it, like a freight train hurling itself through the sky. Dust and debris whipped up inside it and anything not securely fastened was pulled towards it, sometimes right off the ground. A tornado had formed in Luceti and it was moving fast. Faster than a person could run or follow.

The smart people would be staying inside. The not so smart? Hopefully they could handle it.

((I'd suggest checking this comment out to get an idea for how tornadoes work! A plotting thread exists here as well.)

Comments

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

I had assumed as much.

[Like much of what he does, it is a simple, subtle exercise of will. He has the hair as a connection to Saori. It's a simple matter of drawing a line between them, opening it. He's careful to keep the power from himself the bare minimum to keep the transmission open, the feeling of the energy surprisingly warm and inquisitive.]

Done. Go.

[Action] tl;dr actiony startup

[windandrain]

[Saori feels the spell wash over her, a subtle tingling that makes the hair on her neck stand on end. She did not like feeling exposed like that, but while she had his hair she could muster defenses of her own if he decided to do something. Making herself vulnerable to him was decidedly not high on her priorities list, and it was better to be cautious at the least.

Wind swirled under her feet and she began to float towards the cyclone that was rapidly heading to greet her. She could see others combating the wind, trying to slow it down, and feel other magical defenses being raised beneath her.

Approaching from the north, her feet planted wide on two whirlwinds, Saori's hands began to move in circles. Her fingers flew through a series of incredibly complex gestures as she swayed with the wind. Behind her, a blue white mandala flared to life, a single character emblazoned in the center of the circle. This was her element, manipulating the wind and commanding it. The role she was created to play.

Saori threw back her head, screaming in joy, and continued working her spell, power thrumming in the air around her as she tried to establish a link between the wind and herself. It was not her place to stop the wind, or even change its path. Weather was every bit as alive as she was, but to weaken it was but a small thing. That way the noble cyclone could continue on its way, but she could spare the town as much danger as possible.

With a howl of elation, the Daughter of Wind and Rain hurled her spell at the oncoming twister, the eerie light flashing between her and the wind. It struck, forming a link of magic between her and it, and to Loki far below, energy coursing through the conduit...]

[Action] And now you can basically just ignore him.

[complicatedliar]

[That was a bit more energy than he'd expected. But rather than feeling overwhelmed, he felt as if he was riding a powerful wave. Loki redirected some of the power into the shield he had constructed over the stables.

There was still quite a bit more than he knew what to do with.

He added another spell, something to sooth the horses. They weren't particularly resistant, and that took very little power as well.

It was, he realized, a matter of use the power, or potentially explode. He was set up to act as a conduit, not a battery. He needed something to do with it. He cast around for the next closest building - the community housing unit - and put another, much larger shield on that.

Well, if it meant he got to play the hero for the benefit of the mortals, fine. That was certainly better than letting his brain slowly cook like an egg, and it would ultimately act to his benefit were it noticed.

He stayed standing on the roof of the stables, wind whipping the hem of his coat, green-white light leaking out from under his eyelids.]


(OOC: Have now been told that the stables in question are about half a mile behind CH7, so just wanted to note that. It doesn't really change what Loki is doing, since a half mile is still within easy sight distance.)