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aionlogs2022-07-29 02:05 am
lifespanned) wrote in aionlogs2022-07-29 02:05 am
OPEN
WHO: Misa & co.
WHAT: event aftermath!
WHERE: Achamoth, tiny smidge of Godsblood
WHEN: late Soviseri, early Firaseri
WARNINGS: will add if applicable!
I. early return (citadel, misa's room)
[ The return to Achamoth is, ironically, uneventful.
Misa is unconscious for most of it, and when she makes it back to the Citadel, those who see her right when the Godsblood envoy returns will see that she needs the servants' assistance walking to her quarters, and she favors weight far more to her right side. Even still, she doesn't wrap an arm around those who assist her, either, the reason for which is a net of bandages that cover and wrap around the entirety of her right shoulder.
Those who don't witness her directly may still become privy to her weakened state; she doesn't emerge from her quarters for a full day after after the return, which is highly unusual behavior for the outgoing and boisterous Misa, often seen around the Citadel bothering anyone she lays eyes on. Should any other Kenoma try to reach out to her with Communion, or further yet, knock at her door, she'll answer with a tired and irritable: ]
What is it? I'm trying to sleep, here.
II. later return (in the city)
[ When Misa gathers the strength to do more than keep herself contained to the Citadel, the first thing she tries to do is drag other people out with her. It's her number one way of dealing with anything unpleasant in life - to bury it, deeply, beneath something fun and happy and exciting. She's certain she won't be thinking about everything that happened in Godsblood if she spends a little time outdoors with a companion. And luckily, she'll drag just about anyone she knows out with her.
But it's perhaps that over eagerness to go do something to take her mind off things that prompts her to... push herself too fast. While she seems enthusiastic to go outdoors, the fact of the matter is that she's still not wholly herself - her hair remains un-styled, face bare of makeup, due to the lack of mobility in her right arm while it heals. Heavy blood loss in Godsblood has rendered her complexion a little paler than usual, and difficulty moving has rendered her wardrobe much less extravagant and cute than is typical of her outdoors fare.
Not long after she and her trusty out-on-the-town friend have made it away from the Citadel, she suddenly stumbles and slumps heavily in her companion's side in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion. ]
Woah...! I guess I'm still a little woozy.... [ She gives a nervous laugh, clearly trying to play off her dizzy spell— she even tries to reorient herself (with little success, still basically leaning into her Kenopal for support), sticking her tongue out cutely as if she'd just tripped on a rock instead of come close to fainting. ] Gosh, I feel so clumsy.
III. wildcard + closed starters
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lunarians or in the discord if you'd like to do something aftermath flavored that doesn't fit into these! i'm ofc also open to communions for any pleroma that wanna do aftermath stuff, since it's not likely misa will be up and about in godsblood for long. anywho, i'll be putting closed starters below! )
WHAT: event aftermath!
WHERE: Achamoth, tiny smidge of Godsblood
WHEN: late Soviseri, early Firaseri
WARNINGS: will add if applicable!
I. early return (citadel, misa's room)
[ The return to Achamoth is, ironically, uneventful.
Misa is unconscious for most of it, and when she makes it back to the Citadel, those who see her right when the Godsblood envoy returns will see that she needs the servants' assistance walking to her quarters, and she favors weight far more to her right side. Even still, she doesn't wrap an arm around those who assist her, either, the reason for which is a net of bandages that cover and wrap around the entirety of her right shoulder.
Those who don't witness her directly may still become privy to her weakened state; she doesn't emerge from her quarters for a full day after after the return, which is highly unusual behavior for the outgoing and boisterous Misa, often seen around the Citadel bothering anyone she lays eyes on. Should any other Kenoma try to reach out to her with Communion, or further yet, knock at her door, she'll answer with a tired and irritable: ]
What is it? I'm trying to sleep, here.
II. later return (in the city)
[ When Misa gathers the strength to do more than keep herself contained to the Citadel, the first thing she tries to do is drag other people out with her. It's her number one way of dealing with anything unpleasant in life - to bury it, deeply, beneath something fun and happy and exciting. She's certain she won't be thinking about everything that happened in Godsblood if she spends a little time outdoors with a companion. And luckily, she'll drag just about anyone she knows out with her.
But it's perhaps that over eagerness to go do something to take her mind off things that prompts her to... push herself too fast. While she seems enthusiastic to go outdoors, the fact of the matter is that she's still not wholly herself - her hair remains un-styled, face bare of makeup, due to the lack of mobility in her right arm while it heals. Heavy blood loss in Godsblood has rendered her complexion a little paler than usual, and difficulty moving has rendered her wardrobe much less extravagant and cute than is typical of her outdoors fare.
Not long after she and her trusty out-on-the-town friend have made it away from the Citadel, she suddenly stumbles and slumps heavily in her companion's side in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion. ]
Woah...! I guess I'm still a little woozy.... [ She gives a nervous laugh, clearly trying to play off her dizzy spell— she even tries to reorient herself (with little success, still basically leaning into her Kenopal for support), sticking her tongue out cutely as if she'd just tripped on a rock instead of come close to fainting. ] Gosh, I feel so clumsy.
III. wildcard + closed starters
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no subject
[ She protests, even if he does try to give her advice, her grip only tightens, completely ignoring what he just said and continuing to try to force out what had happened just to prove her point. And perhaps it's that spike in aggression, that irritation that brings forth an extremely dense, acrid magic from her fingertips, dark and with a momentum and force that belies her inexperience with magic. Quite like a beginning mage mysteriously having access to some powerfully raw spell.
In the space of a few instants, the corrosive nature of the magic spreads cracks along the planter's ceramic shell, and very quickly, it falls from her hands, destroyed into a few dozen pieces just from her touch, crumbling messily to the ground in a pile of dirt and shards. The only difference between the situation in her room and now is that the magic lingers on her hands, inky and violet, so dense and concentrated that even her hands are slightly obscured by murkiness. ]
Ha! See, it does exist!
[ Majorly irresponsibly, she waves a hand out for him to see, obviously only thinking of showing him visibly the mark of the magic - and not of the potential danger of moving her hands about in a haphazard way with a spell active. ]
no subject
He gives her the smallest smile. ]
So it does.
[ He leans forward just a touch. ]
It is not a curse. Although, I suppose the definition of that may change depending on whom you ask.
no subject
[ Her brow quirks, immediately suspicious of his wording regarding the nature of her display. She puffs out her cheeks slightly, eyes traveling to her hand rather than directly at him, as if it'll help her discern for herself what the answer is. ]
That it could be considered a curse to some?
no subject
[ Just being honest. Yeesh. ]
No matter your opinion, I would hope you remember that this is your talent and your talent alone.
no subject
[ So... it is some kind of magic? Her loss of focus makes the dark, sheer clouds of magic dissipate from her hands, away into nothingness. ]
So it's some kind of... magic, that's coming from me, then? If that's true, how come I can't control it? It's just been coming out randomly. Is that normal...
[ She never lived in a world with magic; she doesn't know what awakening to powers is supposed to be like in the least. At least with the enchantment of her eyes, she had experience testing and utilizing such a power - it was much easier to grow accustomed to new ones. But this is just out of her league. ]
no subject
Which means that you must be more diligent if you wish to control it.
no subject
[ Sounds like a BIG chore, which is why she seems a bit whiny over it. Devoted as she is to their cause, she's not exactly the studious or responsible type. ]
This sounds like you're about to start giving me a syllabus and homework.
[ She's joking, calling back to her descriptions of him as a grumpy professor, though she is genuinely curious as to how she's supposed to gain control of such a power without some type of plan or regimen. ]
no subject
I suppose you could leave it unattended and destroy whatever you may instead.
[ Or perhaps she could go with the "homework". Not that he's offering. ]
no subject
[ Constantly living in fear of blowing stuff up? No thanks. Her face settles into something more contemplative, brows knitting. ]
Okay, fine, [ she'll do the homework, ] but only if you're going to do the hard part of figuring out the curriculum, got it? I don't know where to start with figuring this out. If there's no other way...
[ She already just assumes that he'll have to help - who else would be able to help her? If he thought he may avoid being voluntold by her to become her professor, that no longer seems like an option, sans outright telling her no. ]
no subject
Hm...? I don't recall volunteering to make you a curriculum.
[ The upbeat tone of his voice indicates he's joking, but at the same time there is no way he's going to sit down and personally pen something so readily ignored. ]