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WHO: Abel, sometimes Abel & Himeka, and maybe sometimes YOU!
WHAT: Post-rescue through Sekiseri catch-all! Some OPEN and CLOSED prompts will be included in the comments below.
WHERE: Greentruth, Godsblood
WHEN: Late August thru September
WARNINGS: Possible mentions to torture (past-tense, ty everyone 🥺)

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GREENTRUTH

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CLOSED: for rand; immediately post-rescue

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[ when was it, exactly, that his eyelids had gotten too heavy to keep open in the chaos following their rescue? Abel isn't quite sure; it might've been some time at the tail end of Ernesto's healing ministrations, or maybe it had been after that where the comforting rhythm of Rand's gait where Abel was carried upon the other Martyr's back had lulled him off before he knew it.

either way, he'd been well and truly asleep until the boughs of Greentruth were overhead - and much like a sleepy child coming around, Abel's taking a deep breath of grogginess and mildly fidgeting where he's still being piggybacked, fingers curling in Rand's good sleeve. everything... aches, but in the way of healing wounds rather than injuries left untended and festering, and he knows he's safe.

he's safe, and among friends.

among one friend in particular... who is receiving a groggy: ]

...Rand?

[ in the way of alerting his dutiful chariot he's come 'round again, if that weren't evident enough...! ]

[dragonmount]

[ it seems that rand takes his first full breath in weeks, when he steps through the portal to greentruth.

getting out of the city had been — hard. estinien's gruesome death (because what else could that have been?), the awakening of the achamites, the specters of darkness. it'd been like trying to escape shadar logoth but worse, so many more peoples' fates to fear for, not least the precious cargo on his back. but there had been tehri, astoundingly, and her dragons, and the life-saving mist. and they had made it out. he'd made it. himeka and abel were, finally, safe.

he doesn't linger in godsblood, barely considers the idea of staying before heading for greentruth. the city is a lot of things, is still the most familiar place to rand, but it's not safe. he learned that at amos's hands even before himeka and abel had been snatched away. and, besides, the two rivers boy in him can't help thinking that there's little more comforting — healing — than being surrounded by fresh air and flowing rivers and green, growing things. good for the soul, and light knows that's needed as much as the medical care.

it's not hard to notice when abel stirs, so there's little surprise when he wakes. rand readjusts his arms to hold the man more securely, says, ]

We're home. [ they're close to the more domestic areas available to aions, so he says, some lightness creeping into his tone, ] Did you want the bath or the food first?

[ it's a serious question, though. much as abel could surely use more sleep, there are some things to tend to first. ]

[inutilis]

[ home, was it...?

...the air is so clean, here. fresh and earthy, the heavy scent of the foliage and old, old wood - it is a far cry from the spaces Abel and Himeka were made to occupy for so long. and even if Greentruth has no remarkable meaning in Abel's heart, Rand is right.

carried on the back of his friend, he is home.

it's almost enough to see him sinking right back out into a comforted haze, that reassurance - but he holds on, small and tired... but grateful... smile tugging at his lips. ]

A bath sounds...

[ divine? heavenly...? achingly beautiful?? god, he can only imagine how much grime needs washing away-- poor Rand, having suffered hauling Abel around for this long in such a state. ]

ABEL and/or HIMEKA, OPEN: 2 days post rescue,

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[ two solid days have passed since two wayward Pleroma were returned home to Greentruth.

the majority of their time had been spent in a thorough state of comatose - not the medically concerning kind, mind you, but the sort that comes when one's body crashes upon the relief of finally finding safety after a harrowing adventure. a harrowing... taxing... unpleasant adventure, as it turns out - but one they did indeed survive thanks to their allies. given food, clean water, bathed, and freed of weeks worth of grime... they're practically new people - and it's got to feel good. wounds new and old have been dressed and are diligently healing, comfortable beds beneath their heads... they slept off the worst of their exhaustion.

and now, two full days later, they're beginning to return to the World Of The Living - enough to open the doors to their small, shared domicile among the trees to guests should any wish to come calling! you might find one of them awake, balancing a bowl of soup over a knee as the other sprawls gracelessly in a bed nearby, drooling into their pillows - or you might find them both alert and lightly chatting amongst themselves and happy to fold you into the conversation.

the physical marks of their time in captivity are fading day by day. the scars Achamoth left in less visible places may take more time to heal, but even so, it should be obvious that your presence chases some of the shadows from their eyes as you enter: the Pleroma is their home, and they're so... so glad to be back. ]

[ ooc: please include if you would like to visit Abel, Himeka, or both in your subject line! you can feel free to assume the other is sleeping for some privacy during your chat if you'd like a 1 on 1; we are happy to accommodate!! 🥰 ]

Abel and Himeka (separate or group thread is fine)

[hippocarnival]

[As people first came through the portal, harried and exhausted, Yuya held his breath until he finally saw Himeka and Abel brought through--wounded, unresponsive, but alive. It's the first bit of relief he's truly felt since he heard they were taken.

And then... the news of everything else trickles in. Of Estinien. Of the Innocence Entity. He felt something deep inside him stir, and he wonders--was that her last gift, before...

It's... a lot of guilt and hopelessness and grief. The former two, he manages largely to grapple with in the next couple days. Mostly. It's impossible, though, to completely release himself from the aching bitterness of having lost Estinien when bringing them home. It isn't fair. With how badly he'd wanted this--he deserved to return with them.

...

He doesn't wait long, when they're finally allowed to visit. It isn't the running to see them he maybe saw before, as he sluggishly enters the doorway with sucken eyes (he's done so much crying lately).

But his expression... lights up a little, tentatively as he brings his gaze up to see them both aware.] You...

himeka's coming in next!

[inutilis]

[ the door has been left ajar to let in some fresh air and sunlight, dim as it might be where it filters through the thick canopy ceiling - but it's far more than they got where they'd been kept down in the Citadel's dungeons. it's perfect.

Abel is seated beside Himeka on one of the beds; he's working on clumsily peeling a fruit with a short knife when Yuya's shadow obscures the doorway. his hair is hanging loose at his shoulders and there are bandages at his wrists, ugly bruises still fading across his skin, but-- just like Himeka... he's the same ol' Abel as ever.

and he's giving the boy a gentle-- if slightly wobbly-- smile to see him enter. it's impossible to miss the telltale signs of crying and duress; of course. all of this, especially for a child, must be incredibly difficult. cruelly so. ]

...Long time no see, mm? You're-- you're alright, Yuya?

[ he's not watery YOU'RE WATERY, ]

Abel and Himeka (separate, group, either works!)

[youngprodigy]

[Though Cid has never spoken to Abel much, it seems pertinent to speak to the both of them. As much as he wants to speak to Himeka, both of them went through pure horrors while he was in Venera.

He's seen and experienced no shortage of horrors, approaching the two of them with wrapped sandwiches made by one of the Resistance members he's been working with for the past several moons.]

How... are the two of you faring?

[It's asked gingerly, with the grace one might expect from a man who has seen people he cares for gravely injured before.]

abel will go next!

[aquaveiled]

[ The room is one of many like it, available for any to claim as needed while they settle into Greentruth. There had been talks of finding something else for the long-term, but it's served well enough as a bit of a home base in the forest. There are a few personal effects on the walls or on surfaces, for the most it is easily mistaken for any other dwelling in the heart of Greentruth.

Himeka sits on the edge of her cot, applying some light healing magicks to Abel's clothed back. When she hears footsteps, she loos up from her work. The light slowly dwindles as she recognizes who it is and just what he's brought.

They're tired, physically, mentally, emotionally. So many have come through for them and others have fallen in the process. They're healing, bit by bit, but it will take time. Time they have for once.

Himeka smiles softly. ]

Well enough for lunch.

[ She gently pats Abel's shoulder. ]

Don't you think?

abel and himeka! (group or otherwise is fine with me!)

[bingos]

Come on Poromon, hurry up!

[ Miyako can be heard from outside of their sleeping quarters before she can be seen. Poromon doesn't respond with any verbal remark - For a moment, it would seem only like two passing strangers through the trees of Greentruth. If not for the fact that something- someones would appear in the doorway moments later.

She'd debated hard - if not particularly long - on if she should visit too veritable strangers. Despite how her own heart fluttered in her chest, her first instinct is to try to help support others. Instead of giving in to panic, she did the next most Miyako thing: Overdo helpfulness.

Which is why the first thing either see is the appearance of a small, pink bird like creature with a bag full of food held between its beak... He's doing his very best to keep steady as it pulls him down. Moments later the cheerful figure of the young woman appears carrying... several more bags of... Something. Who knows, do you even want to ask? (It's mostly food). She's cheerful, waves - and doesn't act at all the world that she thinks they're strangers: ]

Hello~! Your neighborhood friendly room service is here!

[ That's not a thing, Miyako. Why do you say that with such confidence? Poromon, for his part, blushes apologetically but look! ]

himeka's coming in next!

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[ Abel is busy rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking a bit like he's not entirely certain if he's still dreaming, or if one of his wounds has managed to grow infected and this is all some kind of hyper-realistic but incredibly surreal fever dream. sure, a lot of strange things happen in Horos; sure, a lot of strange people occupy it as well, to say nothing of the Aions. but you know,

you know. even after months of this, sometimes... something just.

something just, okay? it just.

and the Just, here, is Pink Bird.

it's captivating. entrancing, honestly - Abel doesn't hear a word of what Miyako (lovely Miyako; this is so sweet) has said. he is busy staring directly into the bird's eyes, utterly enthralled, mouth hanging lightly agape, blanket rumpled in his lap where he'd wriggled around in his sleep. head empty; thoughts... bird. bird.

...........and he's reaching out-- not to assist the wonderful creature where it is lugging a bag of food, but to attempt to, ah. poke it?? in its feathery body. experimentally. ]

Wildcary (27th) - Himeka and Abel

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya eventually swings by to see Himeka and Abel, once they've been released to where Himeka and Estinien usually stay. He knows he'll find only one of them there, though.

Still--now that he's back among the world of the living, he wants to see how they're doing. Being released from the medical ward is a positive, at least.

He knocks against the doorway first, not too loud in case they're sleeping--but enough to draw attention if they aren't.] Hello--Himeka? Abel?

abel will go next!

[aquaveiled]

[ They're doing markedly better, at least physically. Being regulated to bedrest has given them ample time to discuss plans which may lead them away from the forest ere long, but for now continue to find solace beneath the boughs of the old wood.

At the knock, Himeka looks up from where she is stitching closed holes in some garment left to wiles of clever forest insects. She glances to Abel with a tilt of her head before turning back to the door. ]

Syrlya? Is that you? Come in.

wildcard for HIMEKA, a few days post rescue

[dragonmount]

[ things have begun to quiet.

himeka and abel are back in greentruth, and that is an enormous worry soothed, at least in part. definitely in part. the fear for them had eaten at him for weeks, and the fact that they're returned and safe sometimes doesn't feel entirely real. fright is such a lingering, insidious thing, isn't it. even if its cause is gone, it takes its time in leaving.

he didn't have much energy to dwell when he came down ill himself, or even the next day when simple acts like standing or walking took a conscious effort. but the worry returns, inevitably, and once he's better, he...

has his own reasons for going to greentruth, of course. that seeing them is one goes without question; that's important. but he can't safely practice channeling in godsblood, nor continue to train with a sword, and those are both important for him to continue. this is a reprieve, little more. much as he wishes otherwise.

and he doesn't want to disturb himeka or abel, not when they're resting or eating, not when they're speaking with other people. so there are a number of times when he contents himself with a look in, a glance, an excuse to walk past the room(s) where they're recovering on his way elsewhere.

such as today. himeka seems to be sleeping, so he only pauses by the doors for a moment... ]

HELLO SON

[aquaveiled]

[ They have had visitors over the last couple of days and, honestly, it's been a decent distraction from where her thoughts tend to stray. A difficult balance between the warmth and love she feels for her friend and allies and all they've done for her...and the substantial losses suffered along the way. At time she feels like crying in joy and others...well...

She has noticed Rand's presence from time to time. He isn't as subtle as he likes to believe but she also understands that he's doing his best to look out for them as well. Yet this time while Abel is resting, Himeka lays just with her eyes closed, trying to direct her thoughts to something positive. She thinks on the way the flowers bloom just east of this room, little pink flowers on vines that wrap around one of the walkways...

--She feels Rand's presence close by. He doesn't speak--he hasn't spoken any time. But this time she calls him out.

Not moving from her spot nor opening her eyes, she says quietly as not to disturb Abel... ]

Are you just going to stand there or say "hello"?

separate or group is fine...!

[comelately]

[ considering he has no bedside manner - especially not for people that he only sort of knows - it's a relief when he pokes his head in and they're both actually awake and seemingly back to normal. Comforting words aren't his specialty; he's rarely ever received them in his nineteen years. Smoothing things over with gifts was his go-to, but that was when he had money. Here? Not so much. He can only spare enough for a cask of cheap wine, and that's what sits on his lap as he cautiously rolls his way in. ]

Oh, you guys are up... [ an awkward pause, his hands stilling on the wheels as he sits in the doorway. ] Uh... I brought you something.

[ hesitantly, he holds up the bottle - locally-made, naturally, for better or for worse. Johnny has clearly been through the wringer, himself; there are still bandages wrapped around most of his visible skin, but it looks like he's on the mend. ]

himeka will tag next!!

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[ both the room's occupants are Tired and bearing healing signs of their endeavors, but despite it - neither are the sort to languish in misery. putting on a smile and continuing onward despite it all is simply part of their natures, which means...

as Johnny heads inside, he'll find Abel seated at the end of Himeka's bed, fiddling absently with a roll of bandages for something to occupy his hands-- and giving his guest an affable smile of greeting.

they are trying Very Hard to tuck everything away, to offer some semblance of normalcy in a time where 'normal' seems increasingly difficult to stomach. ]

...Mr. Johnny, and you come bearing gifts? Himeka, he's a man after my own heart-- you see this...?!

both pwease

[salvageable]

[ Unfortunately for Dokja, he hasn't had the time to rest. After they'd returned from the raid, his first priority had been to leave for the Artisan shrine in order to bring back Sooyoung. There, he'd spent his time restlessly pacing the floor or chasing off emotional breakdowns threatening to tip him over the edge. He's back now, haggard and weary from the travel, but he still has more trips to make.

Greentruth is still fairly new to him. He'd only just moved in before the call to raid Achamoth had been raised, and so he hasn't had the time to settle in just yet. And like with all places unfamiliar to him, Dokja ends up hopelessly lost among the trees. It's only by chance that he stumbles across the open doors and he only means to poke his head in to ask for directions when he catches sight of just who resides in this place.

Upon seeing both Abel and Himeka awake, there's an ache to his heart. Not painful, just... reminders. He'd been trying his best to keep it together after the raid, losing Han Sooyoung, his failure to convince Liem, the way Eustace won't answer his calls, Yoo Joonghyuk being as difficult as ever, it just—

So much is going wrong.

But seeing Abel and Himeka back here, where they're safe, dulls some of the chaos rolling around his head and he hesitates for a moment at the threshold, uncertain if he's disturbing a private moment between the two. He should turn back, leave them to their rest, but he finds that he can't move from where he's standing. He's missed them. More than that, just being able see them like this bleeds some of the tension in his shoulders, gently touches upon him that quiet moments like these are possible. Finally, after an agonizing few seconds where it takes all of him to make up his mind, he raises a hand to lightly knock against the open door to make them aware he's here. ]

abel will go next ♡♡+.ﾟ(￫ε￩*)ﾟ+.ﾟ

[aquaveiled]

[ So much has gone wrong. Parts of which Abel and Himeka are only beginning to understand. What transpired outside of Achamoth while they were incarcerated, the lengths that their allies went to in order to ensure their freedom...they're well-aware that while they're free, it wasn't an easy process. It was hard fought and there were losses.

It's a freedom they don't take lightly. And it's one that they won't forsake either, not for these people who gave so much to secure it. People like Dokja, who had already been lost themselves before venturing forth for their sake.

He will find them sitting on the edge of Himeka's cot, bandaged but healing. Himeka has leaned in is saying something to Abel in a low voice, but the words fall quiet on her lips when she senses an audience with that knock. Yet when she looks up from Abel to see Dokja in the doorway, it's only an expression of warm surprise that she dons. ]

...Dokja!

[ It's a similar sound of relief to when he'd found her at the pyre. She beckons him forward with little hesitation, knowing that Abel is likely just as happy to see him. ]

Come in, no need to be a stranger.

One or Both, Whatever you want.

[superbshot]

[Caitlyn was not a healer, she wasn't even close, but she was concerned. And she knew well that a visit from a friend...and a small burst of positivity...could have a restorative effect on the body and mind. She doesn't bother hiding the creases of worry in her brow as she slips into the room with a basket. She's done it for a couple of days now, hoping that the duo is awake. Today, there's a shuffling as she knocks, and when she enters Cait dips her head.]

I'm glad to see you awake.

Your call on this old coot, just like with Caitlyn.

[heavybreaths]

[Vader is likely not the most comforting presence to have strolling into one's convalescence room, but he's not going to ignore the strangers he'd stuck his neck out for. He strides into the little domicile, ducking his head in a vague nod of greeting as he enters. It's about as polite as he ever gets, given his demeanor. Tall, sturdy, with his distinctive breathing, he's odd at least.]

My name is Vader. We have not met, but I wished to see you. The others speak highly of you.

[He's yet to make a decision on how he feels. The Raid had been a foolish risk, and they had paid for it, but they did have two of their own back.]

How are your wounds?

both, either, or! whatever you want

[dragon_rider]

[ It's somewhat into the later time of returning that the two may hear... a commotion. Like something large - or largeish - trying to navigate the pathways. Or how to keep wings from knocking into them. And tails. Were Night Furies always this gangly? Hard to say, but he's feeling like a young teenager who tripped over his own feet all the time -

Or it's the general idea of the dragon's demeanor as he lowers on his hunches on the hunt for something - someone(s). Green eyes alert to all the movement around them. Specifically on how close things were as he approached. Hiccup Haddock III had always joked about what it meant to be a dragon. Suddenly being one is a different experience. Which he could appreciate, later. Maybe.

At the moment, having heard that Abel and Himeka were recovering he... Originally had half the mind not to go visit. But as it turns to days and he's slowly getting less aware of why he wanted to, he decided to go visit anyway. Not a great idea when the treetops aren't exactly made for dragons wandering its path.

But hey! He makes it eventually, tail smacking into a few things as he passes and then just... Suddenly.

With a low trill, kind of the sound of a cat purring there's a dragon head peeking in their doorway with wide, curious eyes. He might try to smile if not for the fish hidden in his mouth. ]

in the right spot this time; BOTH, either separately or as a group, w/e!

[locumstudentesquire]

[It takes Ryunosuke a few days to work up the courage to go visit them.

Partially because he's recovering; from his own wounds, from immense exhaustion... From grief.

The other reason he takes so long, is simply plain old fear. He's just not sure how to face them, after... Everything. Everything that happened, everything that they'd suffered, and then the terrible loss at the end of things...

Most of all, he's afraid of the pain that's sure to come, standing in a room with the two of them blessedly safe and sound... Only to remember that Estinien should be there as well.

He was supposed to come home with them.

Ryunosuke knows he can't keep avoiding it. Aside from it potentially being incredibly rude to not stop by and at least wish them well, they... May have questions that they're absolutely entitled answers to. And he may be the only person left who can provide them.

So he stops by one afternoon, lightly rapping on the door frame before peering in, his expression openly nervous and somber. He wishes he could meet them with a smile, but he really doesn't have it in him to force it right now.]

Miss Himeka? Father Abel? [he calls softly. Just enough to get their attention, not so loud as to risk waking them, if one should be resting.] S... Sorry to bother you...

Both (probably aren't available now ;;) I'm sorry, I had a lot going on in Aug, and I'm late.

[goldendeceiver]

[ Immediately after everything that happened, Ernesto had another charge to be worried about for some time. It turns out that for certain messy magic users, an overuse of the stuff will result in concerning fevers high enough to cause hallucinations, and Ernesto did not have a fun time learning that fact the hard way.

He's tired himself right now, having not gotten nearly as much sleep as he should have, and feels kind of loopy as he comes into the room to sit on a rough wooden chair between the beds. Wiped though he might be, he's still all smiles as he makes himself as comfortable as he's going to get.

He'll address whoever happens to be alert and awake at this moment. ]

You're looking a lot better.

GODSBLOOD

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