There were often experiences he had no intention of repeating – no matter the outline, the sketches, the details mapped and designated upon pathways and trails – and the latest pursuit ranked high on the never again list. Hence the alcohol. The latest onslaught had made its mark on him, new scars, new burns, new rattles and crackles to his breathing, some that would eventually fade and heal, others that would linger, crawl, seethe, and loiter in his mind for an eternity, another sensation of nightmares, pandemonium, and havoc, difficult to break and shatter. But it was likely nothing compared to what the others saw, once he’d left, once he’d ran, once he’d tried to summon Safrin (and failed; a familiar arrangement), once he’d embarked on the outskirts of the Spire and watched, waited, because there was naught else he could’ve done. The last thought dragged behind him well after the tumultuous events had concluded, pressed on his shoulders with a hostile, acrimonious weight. They settled there, like knives, like daggers, like rapiers, as he’d journeyed towards the bakery, bottles upon bottles of liquor stashed in his arms, striving to remedy the day’s toxins with something else to wash away the memories, the pain, the sting of those strangled instances, those unwinding claws. It wouldn’t heal anything or everything, but it didn’t really matter in the present. They still had the future to grasp and sever, to chain and tether. This was just one more chink in their armors, one more knot in their threads. The Reaper reached the stairs, slowly inclining his way up, and lowered his head, ashamed, ashamed, ashamed, thinking he should bang his skull against the door, pondering if that would alleviate any of the sentiments surrounding, clenching, ripping down his spine now. Instead, he used his foot, a swift few kicks to indicate he’d like to venture inside, but made no other noise, silent as the grave (that he should’ve been in by now), his throat stinging, his eyes burning. He wasn’t even sure what to say when a favored form opened the door, except to hang his head again and drag himself within, bottles placed on a table, each one a heavy thump until his hands were free.
For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate |
wash away our sore eyed souls
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07-05-2019, 10:02 PM
the Sage
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07-05-2019, 10:36 PM
There had been no words. What words could encompass the fall of a goddess, and her potential demise? It did not matter whether one had loved or despaired of her, for she had been eternal and now... Now she was gone. Jigano could not say whether it was a temporary state or a permanent one; as she herself had reminded him, he knew little of the gods of Caido, how they truly worked and what they held dear. All he knew was that Amalia had loved the lady of the stars, ardently and all her life, and because of their actions both goddess and Tulmhainar were... Lost. He had stayed at her side after the goddess had blown to dust, saying nothing but offering everything that was in his heart through the Attuned link: his love and grief, his comfort and support - as she had supported him, not so long ago. In a raven's feathered form he had tucked himself close, and when they had reached the safety of the bakery he had taken the form of a man again, to help however he could. There was tea to make, and a gryphlet to let in so she could curl up in Amalia's lap, and bread to knead while minds race and spun in circles of shock and disbelief. Everything else could wait. The bard had been taking bread from the oven - only a little burned on the bottom, but otherwise salvageable - when a thumping came at the door that was most decidedly closed for business. Deimos looked as terrible as they all felt, somehow even worse than Jigano, the pair of them having received no Fae or deific healing though at least the bard hadn't been ravaged by fire. He sucked in a breath at the sight of the man - and promptly coughed as his wounded lungs protested. The alcohol was welcome, but it was water that Jigano offered his big friend first, water for both of them to wash down and dilute the poison still haunting their throats, before he stepped back to give Amalia room to fuss over him, if she had the energy for it.
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What a mess, Kiada thinks as she approaches the bakery. She doesn’t know what she expects to find upon her entry, but if it’s anything like Deimos’ insistence to return to the Spire after failing to call Safrin down for help, she thinks it’s going to be a very long and very tough night. And while Kiada doesn’t particularly drink enough to get drunk, with the events of what’s gone on, she imagines tonight is as good a night as any to give it a shot and get absolutely smashed. She stops by the Rathskeller on the way to Amalia’s, stopping to get a few extra bottles of the harder liquid to drown their sorrows, before she makes her way to the bakery. She doesn’t see Deimos arrive, nor his sorrowed state, and she still manages to approach with a heavy heart (pinched and pulled at every corner with the uncertainty of what she’ll find) before she knocks on the hard wooden door. The Harpy doesn’t give it more than a second after she’s knocked before she opens the shop and steps in, an arm full of bottles and that same hollowed look along her face. “I thought we could use this.” She says quietly, making her way to the table to drop off the liquid before turning to see how Jigano and Amalia ended up after it all. No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 the Archangel
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07-06-2019, 10:03 PM
the Sage
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07-07-2019, 04:07 PM
Kiada's presence was unexpected but sorely welcome, and the bard's expression softened at her entrance, grateful for both her unwounded self and the gifts she brought. He left Deimos to arrange the liquor and take a seat while he went to cut the fresh bread. No one would have appetite, yet they would all need to eat, to keep up their strength, to heal the wounds left on both body and soul. That much he could do, mechanically and without needing to think about it as his mind shied away from the day's events. Deimos' burns were as worrying as his own gas-induced sores and wounds; more so, because the big man had endured both while the bard had only had to deal with one attack. "Will you pour, please?" he asked Kiada softly as he brought the bread over to the table, sitting across from Amalia and leaving the seat between them free for the harpy eagle. Isuma peeped quiet welcome to the friends who had come, but stayed nestled close on her leopard-sister's lap, offering softness and warmth and affection in her own way to support the girl whose heart bled more than any outer wound the men bore. Four lost souls in a sinking ship, and none with the energy to bail out the inrushing water, Jigano thought wearily. Deimos' wounds would need tending soon, though he wasn't sure his friend would be in the mood to tolerate it. But before he could begin worrying about that the mountain spoke - to him, not the silent Amalia and he winced as the question threw his mind back to the awe and confusion and disbelief, the grief and denial of a mere few hours before. "The Tulmhainar... could not be saved," he said quietly. "She did not want to be saved. She had been there, wounded and alone in the dark for too long. But... we had thought... we wanted to let her see the sky, the light, one last time." His explanation was as much for Kiada as Deimos as he took a slice of hot bread and began methodically reducing it to crumbs with his hands, an idle tic he wasn't even aware of. He kept his head down, but not so far that he couldn't steal glances at Amalia as he spoke, ready to stop speaking if it looked like she had something to say. "She was..." he hesitated, then shrugged helplessly as words proved inadequate. "Impossible. A creature so old, so vast, in such a small body... it was as if she bore the weight of aeons, of worlds, on her shell. She could not make it to the stairs; we could not carry her to the sky. So... the sky came to her." He stopped again, taking a shuddering breath and coughing against his ravaged throat. "Safrin... Amalia warned me and I flew up the stairs, just as the goddess began to blast her way down. I don't know... the Voice was there so long, I don't think it was... I think the Spire resisted her," he stumbled through the memory, a vision brilliant and deadly and overwhelming such that he shuddered even now, hours later. "But somehow she... she did it. She tore the heart from the Spire, opened the basement to the sky so the Tulmhainar could see the sky and then she... she fell... and..." He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut as he relived that sight. The impossibility of it, and the grief. The fear of watching a goddess fall, a star that glimmered and guttered out before his eyes. "And then she... she was gone," he said, voice barely a whisper as he opened his hands and let the crumbs fall to the table before him, shredded and lifeless on the wood.
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07-08-2019, 06:46 AM
KIADA
Her heart yearns for those that dwell within the Bakery, for Jigano weary and bloodied and bruised, for Amalia who doesn’t even attempt to look at her as she steps in, to Deimos who had witnessed and dealt with so much in these short few hours. She yearns for them all, in her own way, unable to express it with words, but able to with actions. And with it, she listens silently to Jigano’s question and nods somberly. Taking a few glasses, she chooses the strongest alcohol to help ease the anger and frustration and pain all of them are feeling. She pours herself one, about half full before pouring one for Jigano and listening as he recounts the story of what happened. Upon listening to what occurred to the Goddess of the Stars, Kiada then pours Amalia a glass (a bit more than hers and Jigano’s) as well as a tall glass for Deimos too. She leaves her cup by where she plans to sit, and begins to dish them out – first to Jigano with a small soft smile of understanding and thanks for explaining it (considering she had no idea they were even going there to begin with). Turning to Amalia, she approaches the woman with the glass and aims to land a warm, soft hand on her shoulder to give her the cup. When she’s finished there, she turns to Deimos and gives him his cup as well with a lingering glance and slight half nod. Then, she sits and exhales loudly, taking in the information before downing her cup in one chug, feeling the alcohol burn down her throat. Clenching her teeth she sighs quietly and looks to Amalia to see what she has to say. No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 the Archangel
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the Resurrected Sword
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07-08-2019, 10:32 PM
the Sage
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07-09-2019, 01:03 AM
He managed a wan, almost-smile for Kiada as the alcohol was brought around, and once the tale was done he took his glass in hand and tossed it back with the ease of long practice— Or it would have been ease, had the gas not left his throat raw and wounded. He hissed, grimacing as the alcohol burned against skin still stinging from the poison, but it was a welcome pain, reminding him that he was alive – they all were – when the price of the day could have been so much steeper. Then again, a goddess fallen into stardust was steeper than he had ever expected. Amalia’s voice was a welcome reprieve, even as Isuma looked up at the baker with worried golden eyes. Certainty filled her quiet words, a belief that put the Oracle to shame as he bowed his head and Deimos answered for them all. ”You had to try,” he added gently. ”We all did. We could not leave a creature suffering in darkness down there, alone and forgotten…” He hesitated, looking around the table, and then reaching for the bottle Kiada had brought, pouring another round in each of their glasses. ”And neither could Safrin,” he added his voice managing to soften further. ”She knew what she was doing. She could have stopped, if she did not believe it worth doing. Whatever price she paid… she chose to pay it, Amalia. As you and Kiada chose to come with me to the Greatwood.” A gentle reminder of the guilt he carried over what had happened to her, that she had absolved him from. ”And as the Tulmhainar chose to let herself fade, rather than endure the darkness any longer.” There was more, the gears of his mind slipping and catching doggedly again after hours of shocked numbness and mechanical reactions, but for the moment he swallowed them back along with the alcohol – grain alcohol? Potato? Fuck it, all the mattered was how strong it was, and it certainly tasted highly flammable – and let his worry and care for the people around the table pulse slow and steady through the Attuned bond, even if Deimos couldn’t feel it.
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07-09-2019, 02:04 AM
KIADA
She can almost feel the sorrow as it pushes through the air from Amalia, and as the alcohol settles in her stomach, she feels the burn and warmth in her arms and face. Her cheeks blush as she listens to Deimos and Jigano in turn, watching as the silver haired man pours them all another round. She takes it easily, swinging it back until it’s gone as she clenches her teeth against the sting. The alcohol she’d brought was definitely stronger than anticipated. Her lack of a tolerance for it is another story, something she doesn’t realize until she turns her head quickly toward Amalia to begin to ask a question when her peripheral vision blurs with the movement. She takes a moment to ground herself again, eyes lingering on her motherly figure. “Jigano’s right; it’s not your fault Amalia.” She says, using the Leopardess’ name for the first time. “Everyone knew what could happen when they approached the Spire, you just didn’t take it into account. But it happens. Safrin probably knew too. She probably just needs some rest and she’ll be back.” Her voice has a bit of a slurring edge to it as she rambles, her face grows slightly redder. “Deimos has a unicorn now so that should help the next time you go and face the unimaginable; I know you guys won’t stop going where you probably shouldn’t. But the unicorn fixed his arm up perfectly.” She rambles, sitting up and placing her hands palm down onto the table, realizing they probably didn’t know about it but it was too late now. “There was a landshark—I think— and it bit his arm! There was bone and everything just poking out and he’s fine now because of the unicorn!” Her eyes fell onto Deimos with an almost shit eating grin before she looked down at herself to see if she was still covered in his blood. “Gods, it was brutal.” No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 the Archangel
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07-10-2019, 09:28 PM
the Resurrected Sword
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07-10-2019, 10:38 PM
the Sage
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07-11-2019, 03:40 AM
Kiada’s support – everyone’s support – for Amalia warmed the bard, but he slanted a concerned glance at the Harpy as her words began to slur. He hadn’t expected the alcohol to hit her so fast, or with so little needed, but his surprise took on a different turn entirely when she mentioned the unicorn. And the landshark. The word alone sent a shiver down his spine, but the effect on Amalia was far more important. For the first time she seemed to shake out of her fugue and reach out, fussing over Deimos more like he had hoped she would when the mountain had arrived at the bakery’s door. He could almost smile, even, as her questions poured out like a fresh round of shots. He caught Deimos’s look, but could only offer the slightest shake of his head. The big man might not like being the center of attention, but if it broke through Amalia’s sadness he wasn’t going to distract her. Besides, his girlfriend was allowed to worry and fuss over him when he did something crazy and dangerous, and fighting a landshark certainly qualified for both! ”A unicorn…” he murmured, still finding it hard to believe after everything else that had happened that day. It felt surreal, like something from a dream, but Deimos filled in the gaps that Kiada’s tipsy tale had inconveniently left out. He nodded at his friend, and then gave Amalia a soft nudge through the Attuned link, sending warmth and love back to her, as she had once done for him. His words, however, were spoken aloud so all could hear. ”And we would feel the same if we lost you,” he pointed out gently. ”We cannot live without risk, but…” he glanced to Deimos, a weary smile plucking bravely at his lips. ”A unicorn for a friend is certainly one way to make things a little safer.” For brave, enduring Deimos, a man who made himself both sword and shield, the bard could think of no finer companion, and he bowed his head in agreement to the invitation. He rose, the alcohol barely making a dent in the tolerance of a man who had made his living in taverns for more than half a decade, and offered Kiada a gallant arm, even as Isuma crawled up to Amalia’s shoulder, peeping at her big sister encouragingly. ”Lead the way whenever you’re ready.” | ||||||
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