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eyes on the parade - Sunjata - 01-22-2025
The second the Firecracker lands in the sky port of the Citadel, Sunjata arrives in a smaller shift so as to not worry the citizens. He arrives as his Pegasus form, landing amongst the cold cobblestones and mentally cursing snow and everything that had happened to bring him out here. So many things all at once, ones he hardly had a chance to register in the short amount of time he’d had to be all action.
And he still does, retrieving Zavien’s body from his niece’s boat, bringing him into a space where it was warmer and he could get him healed. Bidding Melita away with promise to talk later, Sunjata’s face is drawn in both concern and frustration, even as he cradles Zavien to the space he can take an assessment of his injuries.
He’s reminded quickly that he isn’t Nate. He isn’t Isla. He isn’t any one of those he’d loved and adored who knew how to heal. But he does have magic and he does have the ability to get him to hang on for the portion of the rest of the trek.
So the Flood cradles Zavien as he walks, a shower of warm rain following him as it douses and washes away the blood lingering on the dragoon’s skin, healing and cleansing. “[say]I’ve just gotta get you somewhere where they know how to heal you better.[/say]” He explains to Zavien, unsure if the man could even hear him or respond. At least he’d have an idea if he was listening.
Sunjata is healing Zavien with this;
Magic: Let it Rain | Can cause rain to fall in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while damaging enemies. May be used two times per thread, with a two post cooldown.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
RE: eyes on the parade - Zavien - 01-22-2025
A soft pattering across his skin brings him back from the darkness, easing him into consciousness with more gentleness than before. The shifting of the world around him makes his mind feel weightless in his head, drifting oddly. It's both comforting and disorienting.
And the smell of lavender... like a familiar embrace.
The wetness of raindrops causes his eyelids to flutter, and he lets out a soft groan. This sure is a strange afterlife. Is the rain supposed to be symbolic? Maybe it's droplets of blood. Yet it somehow eases the pain to a dull throb, enough for him to hear a distant voice. A deity? His subconscious? Another lost soul?
Zavien tenses, aggravating the sharp agony as he gathers the courage to face whatever it is with cracked eyelids. They feel heavy and awkward, like waking from a deep sleep. Through the haze and filmed, he's relieved not to see red splashes of blood or large yeti monsters looming over his limp figure. Instead, a familiar face blurs into view. A name filters through the fuzziness enough for him to feel even more confused. [say]"Sun-ja-ta?"[/say] It comes out breathy without any support or understanding, broken with gruff raspiness. [say]"Are - are you dead too?"[/say] The squinting of his eyes makes his head throb, and he closes them gently for a moment, clinging to whatever reality he's in.
RE: eyes on the parade - Sunjata - 01-22-2025
Letting the rain dissipate, Sunjata utilizes his water magic to pull the liquid from the dragoon’s clothes, ensuring he doesn’t freeze despite the warmth his arms can provide as they drift further into the Citadel. Before too long, the breathy raspiness of his name surprises him, the effect of it flickering in the scars on his face – quite up close and personal with how he’s holding Zavien. Against his neck, multitudes of bite marks flare with light, along with a much older, faded scr down his main aorta in his neck, paired with the scars that break through his eyebrow and the worst looking one that bisects his cheek. All of them flare with a lightning crack of light before he tamps it down, flashing the young dragoon an apologetic smile. “[say]No, uh, definitely not dead. I used a feather to bring you back.[/say]” He explains softly, his accent pouring over the words.
“[say]It’s the only one I had, though. I’m afraid I’m not Ronin.[/say]” A subtle way of saying don’t make it a habit. Not that anyone anticipates dying. He surely hadn’t the many times he’d come to the brink. (At least here in Caido, I should say. He expected it quite often in the past and never once succeeded.) “[say]The yeti is dead and the Tundra’s cleansed. We’re in the Citadel right now.[/say]” He offers quietly, trying to give the man a brief tidbit of what all has transpired since he’d taken his last breath. “[say]It’s a good thing I was with Remi when you called to him.[/say]”
RE: eyes on the parade - Zavien - 01-22-2025
Zavien doesn't let his eyes linger on the scars that say more about the man's experiences than his own, focusing on the soft smile that somehow seems to convince him that he might really be alive. It brings a tilt to his lips that borders on amused delirium, eyelids fluttering in disbelief. [say]"A.... feather?"[/say] He might have heard of something similar before, but it sounds extremely strange to say that a single feather brought him back from the dead. If he had more than the strength it took to breathe, he might have laughed.
Yet Sunjata's next words hit hard. He used his only feather to save him, a near stranger. In a moment of overwhelming compassion, the soft whisper of [say]"Thank you"[/say] passes weightless between his lips like a prayer. Some of the rain must still be falling, because Zavien feels a warm dampness against his cheeks. A tightness constricts his throat, unable to stop the words he pushes through. [say]"Thank you - thank you."[/say] The simple repeated phrase isn't enough, but the thoughts are muddy with death and emotions. He just hopes Sunjata can understand the weight of his gratitude. [say]"I can't... even begin..."[/say] The words die as soon as they begin, uncertain where to go.
Inhaling a shaking, rattled breath, Zavien blinks against the lights of the Citadel. [say]"I - I thought for sure it was over...."[/say] They tremble out, weaker than any words thus far as he thinks about the darkness that he'd calmly stepped into. In the moment, he'd been content with how things had ended, with how his life had ended. And yet, despite all the pain and exhaustion wracking through his body, he's so overjoyed to be given a second chance.
A full smile stretches across his face at the news that Soh, Mel, and Alys had succeeded, cleansing the Tundra of the Void. [say]"They... did it."[/say] Relief flows over his body so fast, he nearly drifts back into the comforting darkness of sleep. The fight is over. His eyes shut for but a moment before snapping open again, concern spreading. He has to keep himself from trying to sit up, already feeling the way his muscles scream in protest at the alarm. [say]"Did - did everyone else make it out... alive?"[/say] Or did he have to live with the knowledge that his life was chosen over someone else's?
RE: eyes on the parade - Serendipity - 01-22-2025
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RE: eyes on the parade - Sunjata - 01-23-2025
“[say]Yeah, a revivify one.[/say]” He explain, pushing through it to continue to carry Zavien through the Citadel streets, cursing himself for how long it’s been since he’d taken note of where infirmaries were. Finding a promising prospect, the Flood diverts course, nodding to Zavien as he speaks and subconsciously shying away from the dazzling display that looks like people in the corner of his eyes.
Snorting softly, he lets the small smile tug on the non scarred portion of his face. “[say]You’re welcome, Zavien.[/say]” He murmurs — no harm no foul, except maybe trying to take on the void so woefully unprepared. At least he has the benefit of knowing everyone else made it out okay. “[say]I almost died a few times. I can kinda relate. But, yeah.. Everyone else made it. A companion died, I think, but aside from your untimely demise they’re safe.[/say]” He doesn’t know much about everything else, having shown up when it ended. But he’d been there when it counted.
Ducking under the awning of one of the infirmaries he’s spotted (because he’s quite tall), Sunjata steps in and sets him down on a waiting bed, remaining at this side as the nurses step in to assess the damage. “[say]Second chances are important, okay? Make sure to live. Got it?[/say]” He steps back when a nurse steps in to replace him, but he still hovers and lingers, willing to answer any questions he might have.
RE: eyes on the parade - Zavien - 01-23-2025
Tucking away the information, Zavien tries to nod his head before stopping short with a sharp tug. He grimaces a weak smile, fighting the urge to say 'thank you' again, certain that Sunjata will tire of the words with the number of times he's already said it and would like to continue saying it for the rest of his (hopefully naturally long) life. If Sunjata can do it despite his multiple scars and close calls, he can too, right? He ignores the part of him that highlights their major differences, clutching to the hope that he can do the same.
To hear that the others are safe... the relief comes again, weakening his resolve to stay awake against the pain. [say]"That's... bittersweet."[/say] Whether it was Tarak or Sascha, he's immensely grateful that he'd had the foresight to leave Sol at home. Whoever it was must be feeling about as bad as he is. They may be alive, but at what cost?
The shift onto the awaiting bed sends his vision into darkness for a moment, ears ringing through the disrupted wounds that he swears he can hear tearing. He clenches his teeth, barely catching Sunjata's advice amongst the haze. As the nurses swarm him, Zavien meets the demigod's gaze, his green eyes darken with seriousness despite their lack of focus. [say]"Understood."[/say] No more dying. Although he'd think more on what that means once he's slept for a while.
The wall of bodies cuts off his view from the demigod more with each second and his eyelids become heavy with the weight of the day's events (had it really only been a day?), but he clings on for a moment longer. [say]"Sunjata?"[/say] This time he doesn't fight the words or the overwhelming exhaustion. [say]"Thank you..."[/say]
RE: eyes on the parade - Sunjata - 01-23-2025
It was bittersweet – Sunjata can remember when he’d lost his companion, the heartbreak that had ensued when she’d been struck down. When he’d lost control over his attuned bond and blasted it at max volume the shredding of his soul to Ronin and Remi. But, like all things people might say, at least you were alive to keep the memories alive. To cherish and honor them.
It’s a thought he doesn’t dwell on, though, as Zavien is suddenly rushed over – Sunjata stepping back and out of the way after his word of advice. He’s sure he’ll see the man later, but for now there’s little he can do aside from what he’d already done. “[say]You’re welcome, Zavien.[/say]” Comes the accented rumble, and briefly between the rush of nurses the dragoon will see the charming roguish smile of the Flood before he steps away, heading to see Deimos first and foremost.
- FIN