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WHO: Rand & you!
WHAT: Event aftermath
WHERE: Greentruth and Godsblood
WHEN: Late Soviseri to early Firaseri
WARNINGS: Will add as needed

GODSBLOOD

[ he lays low.

after vaeka's execution is prevented, after things start to quiet, he risks one trip to the building where he'd been living. he isn't there long: enough to check on eleanor (and dodge questions about the fading bruises on his face), enough to speak to the person he rents from, and enough to vacate his apartment. he doesn't return there. he doesn't visit any of his usual haunts, before or after the kenoma leave the city, nor any of the handful of places that'd gotten used to giving him odd jobs. the idea is to effectively vanish, and he does a decent job of that.

if asked, he isn't totally unavailable, especially to fellow aions. he's avoiding the kenoma, yes, but he's just as much avoiding the godsblood locals who know him. so: if asked, he'll admit he can be found at ernesto's. and he's not unwilling to meet people in the city, either, so long as they avoid some of the more populated areas at busy times. caution isn't his native language, but it's one even he can use sometimes. ]

GREENTRUTH

[ once things settle further, once the kenoma envoy finally leaves godsblood, he starts chancing trips back to greentruth. carefully, of course; after however vaeka was found out, they have to tread carefully. and the safe haven in the forest is more important than ever, now that the regent has seen fit to remind them that godsblood is technically under their domain. he'd never do anything to jeopardize it.

more saliently, after getting stabbed in the leg by a surprisingly strong girl and her huge magic scythe, getting around isn't as easy as it usually would be, even with healing. those with an ability to use or see magic predating their arrival in horos might notice, at moments, the faint glow of a weave wrapped around his bad leg. he only uses it while standing still, mostly — the logistics of getting this small magic to move with him when he walks aren't currently in his skillset — but it helps him be more stable on his feet than he really is. and he's here, after all, to work.

he still offers instruction in archery and related skills, can be easily found carving bows and fletching arrows (sitting, usually) or else correcting stances and generally providing advice for anyone who wants to learn. his own lessons in swordplay unfortunately likely have to wait till he's better, but that doesn't mean he never wanders over to borrow a training blade and...you know, start getting ideas. recent experiences in godsblood might have made the prospect of becoming a swordsman more painful, but not enough to stop him.

but maybe the real difference is that now, not infrequently, he practices channeling. usually some safe distance from more populated areas, but not impossible to find, he'll find somewhere to sit and — those aforementioned with an ability to see the Power will be able to notice a swirl of light and darkness around him. those who can't will only be able to see the effects of his channeling. he likely looks strange, often frowning at his hands before,

an orb of light appears between them, floating through thin air,

or a gust of wind blows around the area, (though hopefully not too violently? but also: no promises. weirdly, no matter how violent the gust, his hair and clothes stay completely unruffled),

or thunder seems to rumble overhead, briefly,

or, just maybe, he accidentally shoots off a fireball in your direction.

in any of the more dangerous cases, he'll scramble to his feet hastily, wincing, and dispel the magic with frantic apologies. see: ]

Sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.

WILDCARD

[ hmu if you'd like to plan something! the intent is for this post to be a catch-all for the month of august. ]

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[Hayame would prefer it to look as if she were just here for more arrows.

She would also prefer if no one asks her about her injuries, which the dark look she shoots to anyone who looks her way might be taking care of. Her approach is slow and measured, limping on a left foreleg with a swollen shoulder and heavy bruising that her dun coat is not dark enough to disguise. Her left shoulder (the other one) is likewise stiff, and uncharacteristically she is wearing a sleeved shirt. No amount of fabric would disguise the deep cut on her haunch, though- probably from a sword, judging by the length. A wound that still weeps, because each step disturbs flesh attempting to scab over and heal.

Never mind that.

Beside Rand, Hayame carefully drops her depleted quiver (disgraceful, but she can’t bend well to place it gently), followed by two of the feathered lizards that roamed the forests of Greentruth. Fletching. An offering.

She opens her mouth to ask him… how he was. What happened in Godsblood. If he was hale. What comes out is-]

Did you know that your apprentice is trying to present himself as able to make arrows under your name?

[/Nailed it.]

[ Hiccup found himself antsy and restless. How could he not? There's a part of him, a rather large part of him, that reminds him the best answer is to disengage - run away. But he can't do that now, won't do it. And so he finds himself simply growing more and more restless. He's stayed in Greentruth, asking after anything he can help with. Shoring defenses, supply lines - anything - and it's not enough.

He finds the only thing that's enough to clear his mind, even temporarily, is flight. He'd always joked about needing his own pair of wings and now that he had them it's convenient - Maybe he could fly away if he really wanted to (he doesn't). It's hours later after surveing from the top canopies of the trees and the skies itself -nothing abnormal is out there - he's tired enough to come down.

Thankfully, he still has enough of his senses to dodge a sudden fireball that makes him look in its direction sharply — a dragon? No, he'll have to change that association of fireballs equaling dragons, he thinks. His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he touches back down with a shrug: ]

Yeah, well, I don't think most people are looking up when they're shooting those things off... Actually, maybe they should given we're in a forest. [ His comment is less sarcastic than it usually is as he brushes down his clothes to avoid looking at the other: ] Just practicing or...?

[ The fireball is easy enough to absorb when it bounces his way, his shield rising to take the brunt of the pyro damage. He'd mostly been taking a walk to clear his head and hadn't expected to catch Rand mid-casting, but he is happy to see him safe and in one piece. Relatively. He'd been worried about those who had been trying to take care of things in Godsblood and had caught enough of their distress through their unified link to know they didn't have any easier of a time than they did in Venera.

Aside from being banged up and briefly imprisoned with Ryunosuke, Thoma isn't too banged himself –just a few scrapes, burns, and bruises. Nothing that won't go away with time, but the fact that he can still walk is probably proof enough he's not in too bad of a state.

He lifts a hand to wave to Rand once he's in view before quickening his steps to join him. His other hand rises, a bit of fire gathering in his palm as he gives Rand a half-smile. ]

Did you drop this? You should be careful where you toss them. Anyone else would be missing a few strands of hair by now.

[ More importantly– ]

...How was... everything? Are you all right?

Whoa! [Syrlya staggers out of the way to put as much distance between himself and the incoming fireball, watching it sail by. It wasn't exactly close, but... rather not take the chance.

He stalls a bit to ensure it didn't ignite anything. Then he turns back to Rand to continue approaching, and holds up a hand.] You're fine. Practicing your aim?

[ dextera has not interacted with rand. he knows of rand, in the distant way he’s observed every one of his fellow pleroma, but the only words they’ve ever actually exchanged have been in ephemeral ink and one curt sentence from the man himself. dextera had seen fit from that point on not to approach rand despite some budding desire to apologize, and it had served him fine until now.

now, a war has truly broken out. dextera has chosen sides, too, as much as someone like him is capable of choosing. he shouldn’t stay on unhappy terms with any of the people around him, especially considering… well, especially considering all he’s seen and heard of rand since the regent’s address to them all. ]

…

[ that’s his plan, anyway, but what happens in practice is that he stands silently, obscured from afar, watching rand go through his various forms of channeling until the sound of thunder draws a flinch and what can only be termed as a whimper from his throat. ]

[ That Rand wanted to go back to his apartment at all made Ernesto someone nervous, given the fact that Kenoma had him imprisoned not long ago, but long run it's smarter to let him. There are loose ends to tie up there, and it's smarter if Rand goes solo so that he draws less attention and raises less questions than he would if Ernesto went too.

But he's wishing he had as he sits on his couch, tapping his finger against the cloth covered arm while trying and failing to maintain any sort of aura of calm. He does better when eyes are on him, and he feels more pressure to perform. Keeping up the act when he's all alone can feel stifling, because without anyone to talk to his own thoughts really start to eat at him.

His ears perk up when he hears the door being unlocked, and straightens up his back as he cranes his head around to look towards it. ]

[Ryunosuke is already up for some early morning target practice when Rand makes his way over to the archery range. This right here is a potential clue in and of itself that he's not doing so well; Ryunosuke infamously likes to sleep in whenever he can get away with it, and the fact that he's out here this early on seems to imply that he just... Didn't sleep at all, most likely.

There are much bigger, much more obvious clues than that, though. To say he looks 'different' would be a pretty gross understatement, because he's up three entire new limbs since Rand will have last seen him: a long, scaly tail, and two feathered wings, pure white in an echo of the Entity that marked him. There are other more minor changes as well; a smattering of scales, across some patches of skin, fingers that have become clawed, and larger ears that look almost more like a deer's than anything else.

The latter are a particular point of vexation, because there's an issue Ryunosuke has always had with his archery that he'd only just begun to get over, via a combination of Rand's instruction and regular practice. And it demonstrates itself now, because Ryunosuke doesn't see Rand walk up; he's focused on the target, bow drawn and ready, arrow in place.

He lets fly. The bowstring goes twhip, snapping forward, annnnd... It nicks his ear, making him jolt in surprise. It throws off his aim at the very last millisecond, and so the arrow misses the target, flying wide and thudding into one of the tree trunks behind the range. Ryunosuke makes an aggrieved face and lifts a hand to rub at his poor, stinging ear, grumbling under his breath.]

[Well! That sure was a fireball! Fortunately, Caitlyn had seen it coming and ducked out of the way. Even more fortunately, she was feeling...much tougher...than before. Really, she's just kind of laughing this off.]

Quite alright. No harm done.

[Well, okay, since Moiraine isn't here to lecture.]

But perhaps we should find you a practice ground, Rand?

[ There's something to be said for a truly impressive spellcaster.

Akua was one such sort, of course, but watching Rand, she could swear she could almost see the potential in him. It's there, in the way when he "channels", as he calls it, how the wind almost kicks up violently, but he's still within, like he's creating a vortex by simply using his power. Akua doesn't even blink when there's an errant fireball, but instead...

Well, it's instant, the way the fireball ricochets off a shield she'd put into place in the space of a breath. Not even the kind of weave that would require high arcana. She's so fast, no hand movements, if Rand notices, that it's clear that Akua's former motions -- false things that she'd used to show she was like the rest of them... they were gone.

Getting killed by the "Wizard Howl" was something that had reminded her of the folly of her pride. Akua's Folly, they called it in Calernia. ]

I see you're practicing.

[ She says, in lieu of greeting. ]

Estinien spends much of his time in those unpopulated places, easy enough to travel to but far enough to avoid damaging anything important. He moves on wing, theoretically scouting, but... increasingly, he finds himself flying without particular aim. Instead, it has become a way to pass the time between immediate tasks, where stillness has become too abrasive to stand.

He should rest, he knows. He just can't stand the silence.

As so, when he hears thunder crackle overhead and the wind picks up, he finds himself startled out of his malaise. His luminous, seraphic form glides downward, his six wings stretching and folding as he angles to land safely. He's forced to fold them in swiftly, like a man trying to avoid being pulled along by his umbrella. He holds out a hand, as if expecting to feel raindrops. He sees Rand, very suddenly, out here in the wood with him.

"A storm is brewing," he says, having no idea he is speaking to the man responsible. "I would head towards shelter while you can."

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