❪ october plot conclusion; wyver takes ❫

[natha]

THE END TO THE EPIDEMIC     On the morning of November 3, there is a palpable buzz on the streets as both the natives of Wyver and Olympian refugees share the same sentiment: excitement. Word will quickly spread that a cure to VIOLET2710 has finally been developed and is ready for mass dissemination. Throughout the city, the cure can be found at any of the numerous small temples and outposts of the Altar of Volkkra. The shamans of Volkkra will happily distribute the cure to any of the ill in need of it, without restraint. A joint venture between both Olympia and Wyver, citizens of both are granted equal access. As the lines form, the shamans will ask that able-bodied persons administer the cure to themselves and to others. Don't let the needles scare you! It'll only hurt a little. At each of these outposts, signs will be posted giving credit to those who aided in the creation and manufacture of the cure: Claire Fraser Amaterasu Pike Trickfoot Charles Xavier Alan Foster (Bruce Wayne) Keyleth Rosalind Lutece Shinjiro Aragaki Mipha Wrathion Dorian Pavus Merlin Morrigan Clarke Griffin Rose Lalonde Peter Parker Linnaeus Zelda John Watson You Watanabe Jean Grey Mikleo Daenerys Targaryen Dylas Frankenstein Waver Velvet As they distribute the cure, the shamans will note that those receiving the cure should give thanks to those named. Without their contributions, it may have taken much longer for the cure to be found and created in large enough quantities to save everyone. SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?     With Olympia and Wyver's fragile alliance still in effect and a cure to VIOLET2710 distributed, Olympia finally opens its gates once again to Refugees if they feel a little homesick. High-speed transportation will be available at record low costs as politicians, merchants, and other business owners desperately hurry home to salvage whatever they can from the terrorist attacks. Refugees are advised to remain in Wyver until food rations can be recovered and the water can be decontaminated. However, those more personally attached to Olympia may discover that the city is preparing a mass call for volunteers that will go out in the near future. In the meantime, and understandably, you should do what you can to help the Wyver people. The Dragon city has started posting quests, not only for you to do your part, but for the Wyver people to gauge your worth as visitors to their sacred land. Thesa also has an interest in the unfolding events. Refugees have now been exposed to both lands, and certainly some will find themselves more invested in one side than the other. Darma finally wakes from slumber to observe, and while she is thankful that Refugees are immersed in her world, there is something foreboding on the horizons. On the night of the 3rd, Darma will appear in your dreams for a conversation. It has been some time, Refugee... ah, no, certainly not for me. I am Darma. It is my hope that Sael as served you well in my place. The Natha do not feel, but I must express gratefulness that I am able to return to you. My greeting extends to both old and new faces. As we watch you, we see that this world and its people have begun to influence your hearts. In time, your loyalty to either of these lands, to Olympia or to Wyver, shall affect how you are seen by the other side. As observers, we are unable to provide either region a winning edge. Thus, once you pledge loyalty to one, you cannot use Thesa to teleport to the other. Choose wisely, or choose none at all. There is no war for those who do not wish to see it. For those who do... if I may be prudent— this alliance will not last. Keep your friends close, Refugee, for they may not remain so if your allegiances conflict. You will wake before you get a chance to reply. THE UNDERLYING PROBLEM IN THE UNDERGROWTH     The locals often speak of a cursed place deep within Wyver territory, confounded by the spirits of dragons who passed long ago: those who still wish for vengeance on the people of Olympia for their untimely deaths. Though these stories began as nothing more than urban legends among the raiders and shamans, over time the idea has become mainstream. So much that the rumors have started causing unrest between the people of Wyver and their guests. More than a few people within Wyver have used these rumors as justification for opposing the current alliance with Olympia. Many Wyver locals see these rumors as a sign that their ancestors disapprove of the alliance. As a result, those in charge have decided that it would be prudent to mitigate some of the anxiety from either side. Those who are willing to look into these rumors further will find themselves lead towards the darkest parts of Wyver, deep within the Undergrowth in a region devoid of light. The faint of heart will be advised against delving further. Common among these rumors are accounts of people being attacked by an unseen enemy, or talk of possession and out-of-body experiences. Those who press on will find that the culprit is none other than a new, undocumented beast. This creature is able to camouflage itself perfectly to its environment. This, paired with darkness of the deep Undergrowth, makes this beast nearly impossible to detect with the naked eye. The creature also release a noxious gas that can spark a range of emotional responses: some may grow hysterical, while others may be consumed by despair. The effects only last for minutes, though some may linger in the back of one's mind for hours after. While the creature does not actually attack people directly, the other beasts of the Undergrowth may take advantage of its victims. Fortunately, Wyver is not looking for the creature's capture. They respect the delicate balance of the jungle as they see themselves as its protectors. For now, they only desire more information about this creature in order to assuage the people. Good luck and do your best to keep your wits! ALRIA'S FULL MOON     While Olympians worship the ever-present light of Thesa, the people of Wyver are captivated by the smaller, yet ever-changing Alria. Alria cycles in and out of the night sky much like what denizens of Earth would remember as lunar phases, and those who are familiar with that may notice it is very similar to their own. And likewise, the creatures, men and women of Wyver are affected when Alria transitions into its full moon phase. DRAGONS & LUNATICS — The dragons are restless. Perhaps because this particular full moon is accompanied by far more human scent than they are typically used to, but there's no doubt that they are eyeing humans as they do fresh prey. That is exactly why humans or human-like refugees will be tasked to tame a particularly rowdy dragon stable. The dragon mounts at Lhongha Stables have broken free from their homes, roaming aimlessly in the deep undergrowth. You and another will be advised to strip down to your undergarments (it's hot, relax a little, human!) and lure the dragons back to the stables with your bodies. Rowdy dragons do love their human flesh! "Just a hunch," says the owner of the stables, "But I bet they'll come running faster if they smell your human blood." He laughs as he hands over a pocket knife if he sees you're not carrying a weapon. The owner assures you that the dragons have been trained not to attack unless told to, but who knows how serious he is about that? JUNGLE HEAT (NSFW) — The full moon affects Wyver in other ways as well. While Olympia has a district blessed by Thesa's light all year long, Wyver only feels it at a certain time of the month. "The Heat" lasts for a full week starting on a full moon. You'll see it everywhere. Olympia has its lust confined in a single district, but in Wyver, during the phase of the full moon, the lust is everywhere. The people of Wyver will be friendlier then, offering you ale and meat. They sing songs of destroying their enemies up north, but even the native Olympians won't be able to will themselves to be angry when Alria shines upon them. Perhaps you'll be find yourself affected, too, by Alria's light. And it's okay to get touchy; it isn't like the locals care about public displays of affection when they most certainly are getting handsy themselves. THE PACT OF VOLKKRA — Shamans, too, participate in celebrations of Alria's full moon. During the event, the shamans will give pairs each a couple of blessed dragon teeth necklaces. Wyver tradition states that if a shaman approves you as a pair, then you are granted a chance to form a Volkkran Pact. This pact, the shaman will explain, will bond a pair as an unstoppable team, granting one another a small influence on each others' powers. "King Shanrian and his Pact, Counsel Shenya benefit from this. Shenya was granted physical strength, and our King his Counsel's perception. It has made quite a difference." THE VOLKKRAN PACT AT NAMARAK SUMMIT     Despite being mistaken for a pair, there is no need to take the shaman's advice. The necklace will disappear if the Pact isn't completed in a week's time. However, if the Pact's benefits might be something of interest to you and your partner, then you'll be advised to travel further south, until you reach Namarak Mountain. At the summit, you'll find an altar, where you and your partner are expected to return the necklaces and make a vow to support one another. The shaman there isn't particularly interested in what you do to complete the Pact. In fact, many people who attempt the Pact tend to... go a bit further than is necessary, when it can be achieved through a simple kiss between the partners. The Volkkran Pact's effects are immediate upon physical contact. Each Pact can be broken through a special process with the head Shaman, but there needs to be at least a month's time before one can sever it. The pairs may be fake and still receive the benefit of the Pact, though they may find that sharing power with someone they are not truly committed to is a mistake. NOTE: Players may be creative about what powers can be shared. The recipients of the such powers can never be granted its full strength, but it may be strengthened with Wyver REP rewards. Please note that PCs does not need to pledge allegiance to Wyver in order to keep the Volkkran Pact; they will only need 10 Wyver REP in order to strengthen it. Refer to the questions thread below if you have any questions. BUILD-A-BLADE WORKSHOP     Sirod, the weapon's head shopkeeper, is interested in procuring a few materials for his clients. While these clients have already collected the claws of larger beasts and various other parts needed to create their new weapons, they are still missing some rare, necessary items. In particular, they are still missing the following: High Prisms — These tiny crystals attach themselves to the branches of older trees. They tend to hang near the tops of them, hiding in the shadows of the leaves. Unfortunately, retrieving them requires one… to climb. Hopefully you got a lot of tree climbing practice as a kid. Who knew that skill would ever come in handy? Crystal Drop — These are normally found near bodies of water. Especially water that has been enchanted, past or present. The drops tend to cling to the floors of these mystical streams and lagoons. Those seeking them will also have to be careful not to be affected by the water’s properties. Perhaps that's part of the trick of gathering them. Frozen Mylan Root — Mylans are a type of live vegetation that grows on Namarak Mountain. Constantly roaming in the warm seasons, they root themselves into fertile earth during the winter where they sleep until spring, making the snowy mountain ideal to acquire the roots. Plucking them from the ground takes strength, and slicing them will prove equally difficult... and of course, there is a blood-curdling scream when you wake it from its slumber. Well, it wouldn't be a real test of strength and emotional fortitude otherwise. Those who retrieve any of these items will be rewarded 100 Silver. FINAL OOC NOTE     An AC-eligible thread for 2 WYVER REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by DEC 10th 11:59 PM EST. We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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Waver Velvet | Fate/zero

[chickenhearted]

Giving the Cure

[ Waver has been working as hard as he's able to try and find the cure, and in general just caring for the sick. It's not much he feels, but it's the best he has to offer right now. It's not like he can just summon up magic to cure everyone. That'd be too easy (and he doesn't possess the skill level in the first place).

but now they finally have a cure. He's only too happy to help deliver that to the ailing patients, too. Even if it means sticking them with a needle. ]

Alright, now don't complain that it hurts. [ Because that would be silly, he thinks. The pain is worth it compared to the rest of the symptoms! ] Just hold still. If you don't, who knows where I'll stick this thing! [ The last thing they need is a needle mishap. ]

Build-a-Blade Workshop

[ Once he's done playing Nurse Velvet, Waver is a little at a loss of what to do. He isn't sure if he has any loyalties toward Olympia or Wyver just yet, but it does seem like there's more of Wyver to explore. He doesn't want to leave quite yet. On top of that, he could always use a little extra cash, so he takes it upon himself to try and find some of the ingredients for those clients. It shouldn't be so difficult, right? A man with his skillset and level of intelligence would hardly be caught having trouble over such a simple little task.

A) ...or so he thought. He's already pretty small so climbing up in high places is extremely daunting, especially when looking up at the target from the ground. He swallows slowly and places a hand on the tree he's in front of, exhaling through his mouth. ] I've been up higher than this... it's not a big deal. [ He's just trying to psyche himself up,

but then, isn't that a taller person coming by? He has a better idea all of a sudden. ] Hey, you. Can I stand on your shoulders?

B) [ Okay, maybe he's just playing it safe after all. He stands at one of the so-called enchanted pools of water, looking into the clear surface at the pretty crystal drops there. He rolls up his sleeves and approaches, frowning. ] If I had my alchemy tools, I could detect just how much magical energy this water has. It's too dangerous to just reach in....

[ Unless...
He looks at the nearest person. ] You there. Stick your hand in this water.

Jungle Heat (NSFW option)

[ It's time for the full moon, and Waver is hardly prepared. Thinking nothing of it at first, he's still out and about in the city, looking for information or any useful tools. Things start to get a bit weird when he sees people sucking face in public, but he ignores it for the most part.

Until he starts to feel it himself. His cheeks flush, and he slows down his walking, eventually unable to carry on any further. He slows until he finds a seat, ignoring those around him. There may be couples doing the nasty or there may be innocent people like him, he can't really focus enough to pay attention. All he knows is that he feels....strange. Something is Off. ]

This is...wrong... All wrong... [ He mumbles to himself, swaying a little as a strange pressure thrums in the pit of his stomach. He needs help, but he doesn't know how to ask for it. He doesn't know if he wants to? ]

WILDCARD

[ Want to make up your own prompt? Maybe do a random Volkkra Pact with me?? Here's your space to do that stuff!

Feel free to plot with me for any of these options either via PM or taroutachi! For the smut option, it's OTA though he has very little experience and none with females so keep that in mind re: levels of awkwardness! Seriously though I'm up for everything. ]

moonlight madness

[worldlyafflictions]

--Uwah, Yona-san...!

[Getting naked, how scandalous--! Even though Shima had already been told to get shirtless himself before he was shown to where the other "volunteers" were getting ready to go er... dragon baiting, and knew everyone was supposed to get undressed, he still wasn't quite prepared for this.

He only has himself to blame if she stops though.]

anders

[judicia]

fetch quests

( He's heard a little about this lagoon from the shamans, how it's used for patients suffering with pain and stiffness because of the water's natural relaxant properties. It also happens to be the home to an abundant source of crystal drops, which is why Anders is out in this secluded part of the city, stripping himself down to just his trousers. He's not sure how quickly the water is going to affect him, especially with him diving all the way down to the bottom of the lagoon, so he's some enlisted outside help to stand guard in case anything goes wrong. )

You don't have to jump in after me or anything just... make sure to fish my body out if you see me floating.

( If he can swim all the way across Lake Calenhad, he can do this. Probably. )

dragons & lunatics

( Anders doesn't harbor any affection for dragons — he's fought enough of them over the years to know how dangerous they could be. Even though the ones in Wyver were domesticated, and may not bite or spit flames at him like feral ones they had at home, he's still a little anxious about offering his body up as bait to lure the escaped dragons back to their stables. )

Can't we just find some raw meat for them instead? ( Honestly, it's like you people don't even know the meaning of self-preservation. )

jungle heat, nsfw

( The atmosphere in Wyver affects him a little more differently than in Olympia's red light district. Maybe because the feeling is so prevalent, so ubiquitous, he can't run away from it even if he tried. Not that he really wants to. It's been so long since he's felt anything beyond a lingering touch.

The free refreshments aren't all that bad either, even if Anders isn't allowing himself to imbibe in any of the stronger drinks. He walks around with one in his hand for a while, smiling amiably at anyone that catches his eye. )

Here, I got you a drink. ( Before they could answer, he presses the mug into their chest. Take it, please. )

wildcard

( i'm up for anything so feel free to hit me with another prompt or send me a pm or pp at raykes if you want to plot things! )

needles are scary

[circulets]

[ Mikleo's not a doctor, but he's been taught how to give shots and where to do it. Though, he'd understand if Yona doesn't want a stranger to do it... Still, he's gone as far as helping to create a cure, he can at least help to finish by assisting those who need to be cured.

He extends a hand, offering a more neutral expression. ]

If you don't mind, I can help.

prisms;

[circulets]

[ Unfortunately for Mikleo, he... had been walking fairly close to that tree when that prism ended up falling. And unfortunately for Mikleo, he didn't move out of the way in time, thus resulting in the prism hitting him right in the head. ]

--!! [ He ends up holding the top of his head, quickly looking upwards are just what had hit him. Geez. Warn a guy beforehand, would you? ]

Loras Tyrell

[triplerose]

[JUNGLE HEAT]

[ Since arriving in Wyver, Loras has felt better. More like himself, more involved with things going on. And with a cure being found, everyone is in high spirits.

Very high spirits.

The friendliness hasn't gone unnoticed by the young knight. At first it makes him blush, though it's hardly long before the easy feeling settles over him, too. It's a good feeling. Absolutely good. His conversation is a little smoother, his smile a little easier. In fact, you just might be the recipient of the aforementioned smile. ]


[BUILD-A-BLADE: mylan root]

[ It's not until they make it up the mountain that Loras is wondering just what he's doing here. Far out of his comfort zone, that's what this is. But he needs money and - hey, the chances of getting in the good books with a weapons maker isn't awful, either. Everything is about who you know. ]

Is this it?

[ He asks it once he's standing over a peculiar plant. Crouching, Loras gives it a look over, and glances up at his partner. ]


[WILDCARD]

Want to play something here that isn't listed? Go ahead, or feel free to hit me up at fritzwinky to plot.

mipha | legend of zelda: breath of the wild

[fisherwife]

[A: Epidemic End]

[It's both flattering and a little embarrassing to see her name posted up or whispered about in thanks for her contributing. She doesn't need thanks, she thinks, because she was only doing what she does best. She was just trying to help people, and she did! That's all the thanks she needs!

Mipha can be found helping to administer the cure to anyone who comes by, smiling gently as she brandishes the needle.] I am Mipha, do you need the cure as well? It won't hurt much at all, I promise. I've gotten quite good at this, I assure you.

[B: A Much-Needed Rest]

[But you know what's exhausting? Working on a cure and healing people and not allowing yourself to rest much. Sure the end result was great, but Mipha is now exhausted.

She stifles yawns throughout the day, on probably her 15th wind and flagging fast. A simple rest is all she needs! If she just sits down for a minute or two, everything will be fine because there's still so much to do, she can't allow herself to really sleep...

At least, that's what she'd like to believe. The reality of the situation is that every time Mipha pauses to sit down for a brief respite, she ends up falling asleep. Which is why your character may catch her in the most inconvenient of places to be sleeping around the Altar of Volkkra, the small flame she's been gifted to help her in case she gets lost close by.

She can be found outside the Altar as well, though never really far, sound asleep sitting in little alcoves and all.

Help her.]

[C: Monster Hunting]

[Okay not hunting so much as...researching? Attempting to research.

Something like that.

Mipha's armed with her trusty trident and a look of determination on her face as she travels through the Undergrowth, keeping her senses open as much as she can. Despite her slight stature and how gentle or frail she looks, she wields the trident with the utmost confidence and ability. There's no need to doubt she knows how to use it.

Anyway, keeping her sense open doesn't seem to be getting her anywhere with this supposed undocumented beast, but since there doesn't seem to be much to go on in the first place...]

It's a little... difficult to find something no one is really sure about... We don't even have much of an idea of what it looks like or the extent of its abilities. So please, let's be cautious.

[She smiles at whoever her companion is, reassuring as ever.] I'll be able to heal you, so please let me know if you get injured or are in need of help.

[D: Jungle Heat]

[It's nice to see everyone in brighter spirits lately, even if Mipha herself is feeling odd about it all. The public displays of affection, ranging from simple hand-holding and kisses to groping and pulling partners into more shady areas, are.. sort of embarrassing and flustering to witness.

It's not as though the Zora are terribly uptight or anything about these sorts of things themselves, but Mipha herself has always been on the shier side. She's also one of the few (as far as she knows) distinctly non-human looking people around, which gets her a few lingering looks that she's becoming more and more aware of as the days go on.

She feels almost a little feverish and seriously considers a trip to the snowier mountains to escape it or maybe just hide out somewhere else until this passes, but alas, there's no such respite. Especially not when she's been roped into helping to pass on the offered ale, when a mug's been shoved into her hands and she in turn, shoved off into the direction of anyone who doesn't already have a drink (or whose drink might be emptied).

With a little yelp, Mipha manages to keep herself from actually colliding with the person in question, though she's blushing already.] I do apologize. I was-- I believe they were just-- [She looks over her shoulder and the woman who pushed her is all smiles and waving as if to say 'go get them!' and Mipha sighs deeply.] ...Just trying to help...?

[Embarrassing.]

@ Prior Walter: The Undergrowth

[triplerose]

[ Loras hadn't planned on journeying this way. Quests and monsters were not his forté, but Prior had asked and - Loras found it hard to say no. Apparently it was the right sort of task for a decorated knight. Also he still felt moderately guilty about his petulant behaviour, so, if Prior wants to go seek out a mysterious creature, Loras is at least bound by honour to accompany him.

Okay, and he likes to show off. Assuming he gets to do anything with his sword, but having it at his side, and he thinks it makes him look a little more impressive. ]

Is this outing everything you'd hoped it would be?

@ Reinhardt Wilhelm: Crystal Drop

[triplerose]

[ He's glad to accompany the older man on the trip to fetch crystals. Now that Loras is starting to feel like himself again, having another knight is a good influence. Having friends is nice, too. That's something Loras has always lacked in life. So he's eager to offer his assistance, pleased to have been invited in the first place. ]

These must be for some peculiar weapons.

[adelphoi]

[ .. look okay she said 'look out below'!! how is this not warning enough for you knucklehead.

but uh.. she still winces in sympathy when the prism cracks him on the noggin, hissing through her teeth, sorry friend. ]

Ah - are you all right?

[ calls a disembodied voice from up the tree hello ]

[revlon]

Re: the Pact, are the effects temporary? Or will both sides of the Pact hang onto those shared abilities basically always unless they choose to sever it?

convalescing, brace for impact

[punshots]

[ "The cure is ready".

At first, it doesn't quite sink in. It feels like it's been days, weeks, months that he's been waiting to hear those words, waiting for her eyes to open again, waiting to hear her laugh or at least her voice saying his name. But each day is the same as the last. He camps in a chair at her bedside at the sanctuary most of the time, keeping a constant vigil. Things haven't changed, which in some ways is a blessing; her condition hasn't gotten any worse. But neither has it gotten any better, and in those late hours when he's been shuffled out by the healers, left alone to his own devices without a wink of sleep in gods know how long, it's...difficult, to say the least, to maintain the flame of hope that had burned so brightly the last time he'd seen her awake. To keep the promise he had made to her. To believe she'd be able to keep the promise she'd made to him.

So it takes him awhile to fully absorb what he's been told, that the cure is ready, really, truly ready and that he can take her to get it immediately. Numb though he is, he doesn't hesitate at all. He gathers her sleeping form up in his arms, improbably finding the strength to do so, and carries her to the nearest altar. It's so simple. For all that she's been through, it almost seems too simple. But truthfully, he's far too weary to doubt it too much, and he's hoped for this for far too long. It has to work. It will work. And it's that thought that steadies his hand as he manages (somehow!!) to poke her arm with the needle, and then do the same to himself.

The effects are not an immediate cure-all. She doesn't spring awake in his arms, ready and rearin' to go after being sequestered in bed for a month, but that's...only to be expected. Right? Her body has been through a lot. It's going to take time. He can't panic now, not when they're so close to the end of this.

And that's when it hits him more fully, as he's carrying her back home. That with any luck, any blessing of the Six or the Twelve or the Natha or whoever you want to credit, she would soon wake. Finally, finally, what he's been agonizing over for this past month will be over, the worst behind them. Of course, he's always hoped for it, begged for it in quiet moments under his breath while he held her hand as she slept on, but facing the reality of it is another thing entirely. They're on the threshold of reclaiming their lives from this, and it's all he can do to stop himself from skipping home with her in his arms. Soon, so soon...

But not yet, as she sleeps on, and the cure will take its time to work through her system, to repair the damage that was done. Prompto tucks her into bed, Peo hopping up to curl next to Alisaie with an eager whimper. He and Prompto share that sentiment, though poor Peo has been home alone through a lot of this ordeal, save for the brief visits Prompto made to feed him and take him on short walks. When she's awake and has her strength back, the three of them can go walking all over town until their feet are sore. They can play fetch until they can't lift their arms anymore. There are so many wonderful, wonderful, plain and precious things that they can do again once they have her back.

And then there's...nothing to do but wait, now. It's impossible to resist pacing, for at least a bit, but when the adrenaline rush of the cure's announcement begins to wear off, it leaves him once again weary as hell and dragging his literal feet. His mind is racing, but his body isn't, and so eventually he pulls over the desk chair and sits at her side, winding his hand loosely around hers. It won't be long now. It can't be long now.

It can't be long now...

...He starts to doze. Of all times for him to fall asleep... ]

yells a lot

[adelphoi]

[ it feels like sinking into mud, like she's moving through a thick bog, her consciousness a quicksand she must fight against to find her equilibrium again, to piece together the fractured bits of her memory.

in the end, it's the warm weight of prompto's hand around hers, and the rustle of peo beside her that brings it all into perspective, that stops the world from tilting and at last fills in the fuzzy edges of her vision. she's awake. she's aware. the room is warm and quiet, the walls familiar, the sunlight slanting through the window a soft and gentle yellow.

of course, she has no way of knowing just how long she has been asleep. it could have been a single night, or just a day; she's ignorant of all that happened while she slept, and she's in the very same bed she had last spoken with him in. to alisaie, it's simply been another night.

her fever has at last abated, but she does not quite have the wherewithal to fit all of the pieces together, to understand that the cure has come, that the nightmare is over. she does know she is comfortable though, that her body still aches but it is not quite so keening, that her thoughts are thick but not so frayed as they once were. alisaie squeezes the hand in hers, her lidded eyes shifting to his face. she should let him sleep, he's worked so hard, done so much, she cannot bring herself to wake him - though she cannot keep herself from slipping her hand from his to glide her fingers through his hair, her knuckles ghosting the edge of his jaw. ]

diana prince / dceu

[wondie]

FEEL THE HEAT.

( Diana herself does not feel the affect of the light of Alria, though, she can't claim to be troubled by it. truly, the lack of modesty is frankly a welcome change — modernity seemed to come hand in hand with prudishness, something Diana has yet to fully understand. she is enjoying the energy of Wyver as the population delights in the warming glow of Alria's light, though she has yet to indulge herself.

not for lack of trying. a wyvern man wanders up to her with a drink and attempts to charge her a kiss for the pleasure. truly, she is actually quite gentle in turning his affections away, and sending him in the direction of a man that seems more inclined. it seems to work out for the both of them, which makes Diana laugh a little. ) Passions can be so very fickle, ( she muses. )

HAPPY WORKING SONG

( enchanted water is truly no object to a determined amazon princess. she has some crystal drops she wants to collect, and there's no other way to do it but dive on in. Diana is humming an idle tune as she plucks at her cloak and starts stepping out of her boots, unabashedly undressing from some of her heavier pieces.

if you are going to stop her before she dives in head first... well, now would be the time. especially because it is fairly hard to tell how much Diana intends to strip. Steve and Etta are not here to stop her this time. )

DRAGON BAIT.

( as an amazon herself, dragons don't seem quite as remarkable to Diana as they do some of the displaced. the stories of their blighted form at the hand of a god is a rather sad story, though tales of gods often seemed that way. if they could not be controlled and humanity was without hope, something had to be done, did it not?

still, despite their ferocity, she doesn't despise the creatures. when given the task of leading them back to their stables, she is not reluctant. she rolls her shoulders to prepare herself before suddenly and unapologetically starting to strip. because one naked prompt is clearly not enough for one top level. ) I shall take its focus, if you can guide the both of us in the right direction. ( Diana says to her company matter-of-factly, clearly expectant of an assist. no please or anything. meanwhile she does seem very inclined to follow instruction and take her clothes off. avert your eyes if they are innocent!!! or maybe ask her to keep her dress on, idk your life.)

WILDCARD.

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[punshots]

[ Though he's finally managed to slip into some state of rest, it's hardly deep and full, his consciousness still perched on the lookout for any change around him. Still, it takes a few moments for her touch to sink past the static in his mind, to really connect to his thoughts through his dreamless reprieve.

But even half asleep, he tips his head into her touch, nuzzling against her hand. Ah...he's dreaming, isn't he? He should...really wake up. He needs to be awake for when she snaps out of it, he needs to be there, ready to greet her, to explain everything that had happened...

But it's such a nice dream. ]

Just...five more minutes...

[ He's missed her touch so much... ]

prisms / wildcard

[kimaris]

[ Rather than being on the ground when the prism falls, Gaelio is similarly in a nearby branch. That's where the similarities end; he's a lot larger, and seems like he shouldn't be up a tree at all. In fact, only practice as a child has prepared him for this type of thing again.

The fall to its death is unfortunate, but he's just reaching over and gently tossing another one to her instead. ]

I didn't think skill would ever benefit me past childhood.

[adelphoi]

[ a low chuckle moves in her chest, and the corners of her mouth tug up into a smile. he's cute when he's sleepy, however sad the reason for his exhaustion might be.

the real question is, why in the world is he sleeping in a chair rather than in the bed? she's sick, surely, but that hasn't stopped him from sleeping beside her before, and slumping like that can't feel comfortable.

so she glides her thumb along his cheek, gently tickling his ear. ]

Co-

[ gods, her voice feels like rusted steel, her throat so dry that little more comes out but a whisper and a creak. she swallows and coughs, clears her throat and tries again. ]

Come.. up here, silly boy.

[ okay, she still sounds like someone shoved a weedwhacker down her throat but at least those are words. ]

[adelphoi]

[ oh, hello mystery tree companion.

but my goodness grandma, what big.. everything you have. especially for someone hanging out in the highest boughs of a tree. tol, meet smol. for a moment she's just.. staring a little bit, like she's watching a dog walk on its hind legs. how did you even get your big self up here??

but ah, thanks for the gift. alisaie turns the prism over in her hand, looking it over, before crouching down on her branch again for a little more stability. ]

Climbing is always a useful skill, of course.

dragons!

[originallutece]

Raw meat isn't fresh. You, however, are.

[So calls Madam Rosalind Lutece, her voice light. It'd be a lie to say she isn't a bit self-satisfied at not having to be the one to strip down, and boy , but what a view . . . but she shan't ogle him. It's enough to get this done so they can split the reward.

She holds up a knife.]

Now. Are you ready?

[kimaris]

[ Years of trying to be better and faster at climbing trees than his best friend. Years of failing to do just that. ]

Apparently. [ He could lurch forwards into a nostalgic yet depressing memory of how his skill in climbing is now a painful memory, but he's going to spare her from that.
Instead, he's turning a smaller prism over in his gloved hands. ] I wonder what kind of thing will be made from these.

[punshots]

[ For any vain attempt he'd subconsciously been making to cling to sleep, Prompto twitches awake as her thumb glides over his ear, spine straightening and eyes snapping open like he's been touched by a live wire. It's not just the instinctive response to her touch in a ticklish place; everything is coming into focus so quickly. The warmth of her fingers, the deliberate movement of them, the scratchy sound of her voice - still a croak, yes, but undeniably belonging to her. To Alisaie.

It's funny. You'd think with how long he'd waited for this moment, he would immediately react, springing onto the bed next to her and pulling her into his arms and laughing and crying so hard it would hurt, but for a moment, that numb feeling returns. Perhaps it's how tired he's been, still is. Perhaps it had been some lingering fear in the back of his mind that this moment never would happen, that what she'd prepared him for the last time they'd spoken would truly come to pass. Perhaps he's simply too enraptured by the simple stirring of life within her, of her eyes open and really seeing him, him and nothing else spurred on by her illness.

His lips tremble, trying to form a smile, trying to form words, but it's like he's forgotten how to do any of that in the simple reality of her being awake. ]

A-Alisaie - you - you're -

[ Sorry. He's just going to...need a moment, to be absorbed so fully by this one fact. ]

[cutefaced]

What?

[Fortunately (or unfortunately?), Yona doesn't really see the problem. She does stop undressing, but only so that she can shoot him a puzzled look.

In her mind, there's nothing weird about this - it's what they've been told they need to do in order to accomplish a task. It's not like they're going out of their way to strip down just so they can ogle each other or anything.]

Is something wrong?

[cutefaced]

I don't mind.

[...she kind of does mind, if the wary look she's giving the needle is any indication. But she minds continuing to be sick even more. There are people who are waiting for her to get well again, so she has to do this, whether she likes it or not.]

...it's not like I know where this is supposed to go, really... is anywhere okay?

[adelphoi]

[ he snaps awake so quickly that she feels a little guilty for tickling, but the sooner he rests in a real bed and not a hard chair the better.

the look on his face, though -

slowly, alisaie's brow creases, her eyes flicking over his features, his expression tight with worry and something like subtle shock. but why? they're home and safe(ish), she's still alive, still breathing.. mayhap she has been asleep longer than she'd thought? it would certainly explain the clinging fatigue, the way her joints and muscles feel creaky with disuse. ]

What?

[ her hand drops to his collar and stills. ]

Is there.. something on my face?

[adelphoi]

Weaponry of some sort.

[ probably wise to save the sad stories for when they, you know, at least actually know one another's names, lest we make it awkward. for now she sits astride the branch, swinging her legs back and forth while she studies the prism in her hands. ]

Back home, something like this would have been used to focus aetherial energy. Or for decoration. Mayhap it shall make for someone a pretty scabbard.