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staying afloat - Deimos - 09-13-2025
Traversing to King’s End amidst the wintry season didn’t bother the Sword in the least; used to the cold, the lengthy plumage of the thunderbird had coasted through the atmosphere without much difficulty, equally unbothered when he landed amidst the New Haven and shifted back to his normal figure – armor-clad and bag on his shoulder.
But the portions of this part of King’s End was unfamiliar to him, and his eyes narrowed, glancing, studying, taking in the greater point of the transformed area. Where it’d once been wholly flattened ground or terrain overshadowed by the rolling barrows in the distance, Sunjata and his citizens had carved and founded more structures for those bound to the ghosts and spectrals of the past. He had to give credit where it was due, and once he’d asked around, took several long strides to where the Flood had asked to meet – though he already found his eyes wandering down market squares and streets, eternally indulgent for treats and baked items to bring home.
RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 09-14-2025
New Haven had really taken off since they’d constructed the empty buildings. A variety of people looking to dip their toes into new adventures had come and settled, bringing with them a variety of cultures and plans for the buildings until it seemed to swell with all kinds of food and shopping sections. Restaurants had begun to flourish, which gave for easy snooping as one follows the gold glinting path of stones through the city itself.
There’s a reasonably sized Courtyard that the Flood had opted to keep buildingless in favor for a central spot for their soldiers – a barracks that had been started with a bit of help from the Dragoons when they’d spent time here left the courtyard full of training dummies and a variety of weaponry to use should someone wish to practice. It’s where Sunjata’s asked to meet Deimos and precisely where he’s standing when the Sword arrives.
Flashing the other man a crooked grin of greeting, he gestures to their little training ground. “[say]Will this work for you?[/say]” They could always find somewhere else, but a few of their younger soldiers had wanted to watch and be inspired by two of the strongest people in Caido. And since it’s from utilizing water magic on Deimos’ armor (which he assumes to be in the bag he’s brought), the Flood figures this space should be good enough to get their work done.
RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 09-14-2025
The Sword would always be lured towards an open section and sanction for training – so he was pleasantly surprised when King’s End boasted some portions, eyes flickering over the well-formed training dummies and the armaments available. Only thereafter did his gaze find Sunjata, granting a nod, some hints of a smile. [say]“Yes.”[/say] He noted the others nearby too, wondering if they were about to have an audience.
Shrugging his shoulders and snagging at his bag of holding, he withdrew the armor components. The leviathan scaled protection would’ve been utilized within the machinations of Starfall – but simply because it hadn’t been used then didn’t mean it wouldn’t become a vital portion of the future. Placing it on, he secured his other portions and set the bag off to the side, walking to where there’d be enough space for each of them to unfurl a great force of elements, and likely not maul anyone else in the wake. [say]“When you are ready then,”[/say] he signaled with another nod, indicating he was good to go on the forefront.
RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 09-17-2025
In between their own practices in the other sections of the barracks that have been made, they likely would have an audience. He settles while Deimos removes the armor from his bag of holding, slipping it on while Sunjata stretches to loosen his limbs and preps his stance. He waits until Deimos gives the signal, nodding, before he’s conjuring water from thin air.
“[say]Ready.[/say]” It swirls around him in a few large ribbons of waves before he propels it straight for the armor, a blast of water not unlike a jet stream might be as it barrels toward the other man, sure that he’d be capable of protecting himself from it if need be.
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RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 09-17-2025
The streaks of water were a given, considering the quest necessities at hand, but it didn’t mean Deimos intended to take every portion under its equal force. The leviathan scaled shape blended and lended itself to molding some of the hits in a far less cumbersome way – so when he permitted some of the element to slip by his own measures, purposeful and exact, they weren’t the biting, billowing, harsh force. There, but hardly the barbarity they were likely to have claimed, given Sunjata’s strength and demigod accords.
But then he turned it – summoning his own mastery of water to propel the motions back towards the Flood – combining and navigating Air incantations alongside so the wave of cascading dominion would encircle and encroach, purposefully intending to surround the Archon.
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RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 09-18-2025
The water unfurls from Sunjata’s magic portions and he watches as it barrels toward the Sword. He fully expects it to not hit with the force he’d sent it out with. So as it does slip under portions and leaves the Sword dripping momentarily before he’s returning the magic toward him, Sunjata grits his teeth as he prepares to evade the swirling water and air aimed his way.
It aims for him and he hunkers down, utilizing his hydrodome magic that steals some of Deimos’ water in order to prevent him from letting the air magic infiltrate the little space he’s safe and secure in. The view through it is swirling and crystallized briefly as he keeps it drawn up, giving himself a second to figure out his next form of attack. It takes only a moment before he utilizes the water of the hydrodome to send it back at Deimos – this time with the taking hold addition to make it tangible, trying to grapple him.
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RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 09-18-2025
Watching as his water was snagged to be used as a dome; a familiar one from amidst Starfall pursuits, the Sword snorted, refraining from rolling his eyes. When the air magic couldn’t find an outlet, Deimos snagged it back into his own periphery, waiting for whatever was to come – which included grappling fixtures hooked upon the liquid refrain.
Two could play at that game though; because Deimos had mastery over the same elements. Instead of allowing the tangible measures to snag at him, he maneuvered to the right, bringing a multitude of stone and dirt and debris to form a fortified shield – in case the next part of his plan faltered - before striving to snag, pull, and tug on Sunjata’s own enchantments. It took a great amount of focus to ensure either was working properly, but he deigned and strived with more amusing tactics; like knotting the incantations together, if control could be hastened and honed.
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RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 09-24-2025
As their magics work both in tandem and separate – Sunjata watches as the dirt and debris of the earth comes to Deimos’ rescue. Amused somewhat to witness it, half of his focus remains on the magic he sends hurtling Deimos’ way. The dome falls, the magic warps under the touch of Deimos’ own mastery of it, and it leaves him getting hit with the crosshair of water and rock from the sword’s enchantments.
So he switches tactics, letting his ribbon of tangible water drop in favor for letting the water bloom up above – the storm cloud that begins to pelt rain down upon them – healing for himself, harming for Deimos, but at least some of it would hit the armor more than likely to help with the quest if Deimos didn’t shift his earth shield above him.
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RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 09-24-2025
There’d been one of those juvenile temptations to perhaps have Sunjata’s watery tendrils lambasted back at him in return (ala one of those ‘stop hitting yourself’ moments), but upon the Flood’s switch of tactics, Deimos had to do the same.
Dropping the watery enchantments, especially as the storm cloud loomed, the Sword sighed, altering the shield so that it would no longer be in front of them, but directly above. But in the time and space allotted to conform, the droplets still managed to hit, pulsing down on him as he bit back a hiss; grateful for the armor as it downgraded the semblances of pain.
Eventually though, the brewing formation of the guard fortified – and only then did he send a few more rocks and portions of dirt, loam, and soil collected from the forefront of the earth (and maybe a few pockets of snow for good measure), hurtling them with the power of Earth and Air back towards Sunjata.
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RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 09-25-2025
The rain falls, plinking against the armor and the rocks and earth that Deimos has crafted and shifted his shield to try and keep the water from hitting him as much. Feeling a touch smug as it continues to fall and heals him from any little minor scrapes and cuts from the start of their fight, the Flood watches as Deimos starts to shift the earth magic.
And for a second he doesn’t realize it’s hurtling at him. So it’s a last second dodge the Flood mostly succeeds in, relatively unscathed. Rocks and debris fly at his shoulder, pelting him with more sharp nicks and cuts, a rock that’ll bruise later likely if he didn’t utilize his healing magic.
In a split second after the recovery, Sunjata angles back toward Deimos, letting his riptide erupt from him in the form of a bouncing wave that aims toward the Sword.
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RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 09-27-2025
As tempting as it was to heave more rocks and debris Sunjata’s way, given the sudden state of the impending wave launched at him, he figured it would scarcely matter. The material would be consumed, and he’d be left adrift. Smiling instead, he shifted the stance of his elements, pondering over what would work best – to streamline the control and command he had again, snag and rebound it against the Flood, or something different, a change of pace.
Ultimately, he snagged at his water incantations again, but changed their formation – launching another semblance of a barrier, but this time icy, frozen measures. When the wave came, it crashed into the solidified stance, and Deimos could remain safer from behind the thicker fortification of firm rime.
There, playing on the potential, he strived to freeze the wave too, simply to see if he could.
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RE: staying afloat - Sunjata - 10-03-2025
It’s more of a gut reaction than anything else as the riptide erupts from him, charging across the training grounds for Deimos. He watches as the water becomes a shield of ice, the water crashing against it in a brutal spray of foamy liquid not unlike a wave crashing against a cliff face. It charges upward and sharp, like hands reaching for the sky, and with Sunjata no longer focused on controlling it or drawing it back in, the Sword would find it very easy to freeze the wave exactly in place.
A sight that has Sunjata chuckling quietly despite his panting, shaking out his hands and utilizing his water magic to dry his arms from the cold that would start to fill in. “[say]Do you need a few more rounds or was that good?[/say]” He asks, wondering if perhaps a break might be worth it, all while the little crowd that had formed watches with wide and excited eyes, admiration and excitement clear in their faces.
RE: staying afloat - Deimos - 10-04-2025
Amused, he watched the display of magic unfurl and warp the enchantments – pleased and content with the results. But his head tilted as Sunjata seemed far more inclined to being done with the notions, at which he nodded, beginning to layer the incantations and elements back into their prowess and potential – dissipating soon after. [say]“You did more than enough. Thank you.”[/say] He had the watery onslaught upon the armor to prove it.
Only thereafter did he recall and remember the crowd at all, brow arching as he saw multiple faces either gleaming or screeching something back and forth to one another. He had to fight that age-old intuition to duck back into the shadows and lurk elsewhere; never fully appreciative of attention. Figuring it was for their ruler more than anything else, he could ascertain that they had probably put on a decent show regardless, and could depart with more measures of learning and sagacity within their magic-infused thresholds.
[FIN]