Ulpianus (
encoreinthedeep) wrote in
shellphones2026-01-06 06:24 pm
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Whale Man Tries to Turn Around And Walk Back Into the Rift
Type: Text
Sender ID: encoreinthedeep (Ulpianus)
To: Everyone
Subject: Return
Warnings: None
Requesting all available information on how to return to my own world.
[ He sends this message within ten seconds of receiving his shellphone. ]
Sender ID: encoreinthedeep (Ulpianus)
To: Everyone
Subject: Return
Warnings: None
Requesting all available information on how to return to my own world.
[ He sends this message within ten seconds of receiving his shellphone. ]

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It is what I am.
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[She doesn't want to play that game. How about a round of specific questions? He clearly loves those.]
What is your name? The one you received on your nameday.
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[ But... well, she's willing to learn more for reasons other than surface curiosity. He can respect that. ]
Ulpianus.
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[She repeats it, the word feeling all too foreign on her tongue. There's probably a meaning behind it, but Jill isn't going to ask that. Not when it's like she knows the meaning behind her own name.]
What is an Aegir? You mentioned they've descended from aquatic creatures. Do all of them appear as you do?
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Some retain the minor characteristics of the type of creature they're descended from. [ Like Blandus's tentacles. ] Including the ability to breathe underwater.
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Back to an earlier question, if they aren't inherited, how does one come to have a Seaborn?
[She can't imagine something like that is forced into a person somehow.]
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And hey, about it being forced into a person... ]
Landbound fools resort to mutual cannibalism with the Seaborn to become one with the many. The result is unstable and the Seaborn cells take control of the host quickly.
Hunters are genetically engineered... [ he pauses, realizing he may have to account for her world's science being less developed. ] That is, they have the essence of the Seaborn implanted in them. It is far more controlled.
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Implanted? [There's a look of confusion on her face.] Willingly?
[Probably not because who'd want to harbor the essence of their enemy?]
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Yes. All Hunters volunteer of their own accord.
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[If she wasn't born a Dominant, Jill can't imagine allowing someone to put Shiva into her later on. The idea sounds absolutely insane.]
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Weren't you the one who said we should try to understand them? This was the best way Aegir came up with to understand the Seaborn and stop them.
Seaborn have no notion of individuality, but a strong awareness of their... kin. By taking the Seaborn into themselves, the Hunters can track them. Fight them. Stop them.
[ It's omitting some details, but... he's not going to sit there and tell her everything. ]
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I was assuming there would be some scholars to study them, perhaps write a handful of tomes that others would read and learn from. Not... [do something so risky and crazy] ..that.
[Shaking her head, she feels like she need to move on.]
Are there many Hunters?
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[ His tone is curt again, and he narrows his eyes. ]
The number of Hunters is irrelevant to this conversation.
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Pushing her chair away from the table, she leans back to rummage in her hipsack and pulls out a couple of doubloons, leaving them on the table to pay for the ale.]
Well, then I assume our conversation is complete.
[She never did finish that list of questions.]
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No. The questions I asked you pertain to my home's survival. Yours was of idle curiosity. Do not presume that my refusal to answer broke the balance.
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You presume it hasn't broke that balance. I am telling you that you are wrong and I feel I've given you more than enough information for today.
[Jill stands and moves from her chair in preparation of leaving, curving a path around him.]
Now if you'll excuse me...
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Tell me how you kill your Eikons.
[ He does bar her way, grabbing her arm for good measure. ]
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No, wait, that's a lie. She does say something more.]
Unhand me.
[And if he feels a chill running up his own arm, no he doesn't. Just ignore the crackling of ice crystals forming.]
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He can feel that cold spreading up his arm, but ignores it; though his fingers twitch as he assesses how much movement he still has. It appears to be a caution for now, not an attack, and he can deal with that. Instead, he keeps his eyes on Jill's face, waiting for her next move. ]
Answer my question.
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It indeed begins as a warning, but it doesn't take much longer of him holding his grip for it to turn into a full on assault. The ice speeds up its formation, thickening as Jill casts it farther along his forearm.]
I have no qualms about ending your life.
[Not quite the truth, especially these days, but if push comes to shove and her safety is on the line, there will be one less Hunter on Eltrut in a few moments.]
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That does make Ulpianus move his arm away, shaking it roughly to break the forming ice. Hmm, he can feel the blood flowing slower, but it's not like he needs both hands to fight. ]
And I am not above making you talk.
[ It seems that she needs to make contact to use her power, so keeping his distance is beneficial. Ulpianus moves as if to step back, but instead his other arms shoots up, sending a length of anchor chain flying towards Jill. His aim is to bind her arms - or torso - and fling her aside.
(OOC: IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE FIGHT SCENES lmk how you want things to go!) ]
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And assumptions have never served anyone well, because while making contact serves to make an attack easier, it is not the only way Jill can defend herself. As soon as Ulpianus pulls his arm away, she reaches for the rapier on her left hip, yanking it from scabbard before whipping it up towards his throat.
Meanwhile, the bartender has taken note that the strangely dressed man and the silver-haired lady are coming to blows and waves his arms in the air, screaming HEY! HEY, TAKE IT OUTSIDE!]
You wouldn't be the first to make the attempt and fail.
[She's never been much of a verbal blowhard, especially in battle. Slinging spells and blades serve to be so much more apt. But having to balance that plus magick means the anchor chain manages to catch her offguard and circle around her waist. Ugh. Why won't he just let her be?]
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I don't fail.
[ It's factually wrong, of course, but still serves its purpose of provocation. Ignoring the cries of the bartender, he yanks the chain roughly to the side, looking to make Jill lose her balance. But despite its strength the pull is still much weaker than Ulpianus knows himself to be, even on land - he can't even send her flying across the room. There's a brief flash of angry surprise on his face before he recomposes himself, prepared for her reaction. ]
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Expecting to be yanked forward, she's drawn sideways instead which has Jill stumbling a few inches. When that is the only he can't help but wonder for a second if he means to be gentle with her, to scare her rather than truly hurt her. In any case, wasting time trying to decide which is which never served her well on the battlefield and it won't do any of that now.
The blue glow from earlier returns, visible aether spreading across her body from top to toe as she throws out a hand towards his face, shooting slivers of pointed icicles intended for his eyes.]
You failed to get the answers you seek. And continue to do so.
[A little destruction of your opponent's ego never hurt anybody.]
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Knowing now that he has to exert more strength than usual, Ulpianus yanks on the chains again, much harder, complementing the motion with kicking the table they'd been sitting at up into the air between them. Distract her, obscure her vision, then find a moment to strike... He can tell she is calling upon the power of her Eikon, and unfortunately her consciousness itself seems to be the conduit. He will likely need to knock her out first to neutralize her.
If Jill's attention is diverted enough by his little table trick, he'll duck down to try and sweep her off her feet with a roundhouse kick to the shins. Ulpianus, master of impressing girls. ]
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Sliiiides in here :D
A HERO
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