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[Semi-Open] An Esteemed Guest of Lohkimareen
WHO: Hayame (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
warmare) & Makoto('s Head) (affal) & You
WHAT: Visits, interrogations, supply drops, medical aid, nightmares, maybe an eventual rescue?
WHERE: Lohkimareen, near the Valley of the Innocent
WHEN: Throughout Sekiseri (Sept.)
WARNINGS: there is a living severed head in this log and almost no one is going to be nice to him + a variety of referenced CW's (torture, amputation, SA, etc.)
[There is a new resident of the forest of Lohkimareen, to the west along the border with the Valley of the Innocent. It had taken portals and days of travel to make her way there, but Hayame (and her unwilling "guest") now call those woods... "home", following the advice of the aion Tehri, who assured that the Regent's eyes should not be able to penetrate the trees. So for now, Hayame and the severed head of the Kenoma Makoto tied to her withers spend their nights in hollow trees and caves, moving location each day, just in case, even though the forest is supposed to protect them.
Perhaps she would have spent those days quietly, putting her efforts into recovering from her injuries... if Makoto would stop waking in the night and mouthing off at her, and if he was not a valuable potential resource to the Pleroma, some of their number which desire to speak to him. But she will not trust his "care" to another, not when he was... something. Her trophy, her hostage. Even when others come to call, she refuses to leave the "room", even if she will largely leave them to their devices as long as the visitors do not touch or attempt to mess with the shard in the man's skull. ... There's a bit for when he gets too mouthy, blinders and earplugs for when sensitive information needs be discussed between only the Pleroma. Other than that, he looks... almost well taken care of.
Supplies need to be brought, Hayame needs medical care for the raw eye socket where her left eye had been, there are interrogations and talks with Makoto to be done... But what business has brought you here today?]
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warmare) & Makoto('s Head) (affal) & YouWHAT: Visits, interrogations, supply drops, medical aid, nightmares, maybe an eventual rescue?
WHERE: Lohkimareen, near the Valley of the Innocent
WHEN: Throughout Sekiseri (Sept.)
WARNINGS: there is a living severed head in this log and almost no one is going to be nice to him + a variety of referenced CW's (torture, amputation, SA, etc.)
[There is a new resident of the forest of Lohkimareen, to the west along the border with the Valley of the Innocent. It had taken portals and days of travel to make her way there, but Hayame (and her unwilling "guest") now call those woods... "home", following the advice of the aion Tehri, who assured that the Regent's eyes should not be able to penetrate the trees. So for now, Hayame and the severed head of the Kenoma Makoto tied to her withers spend their nights in hollow trees and caves, moving location each day, just in case, even though the forest is supposed to protect them.
Perhaps she would have spent those days quietly, putting her efforts into recovering from her injuries... if Makoto would stop waking in the night and mouthing off at her, and if he was not a valuable potential resource to the Pleroma, some of their number which desire to speak to him. But she will not trust his "care" to another, not when he was... something. Her trophy, her hostage. Even when others come to call, she refuses to leave the "room", even if she will largely leave them to their devices as long as the visitors do not touch or attempt to mess with the shard in the man's skull. ... There's a bit for when he gets too mouthy, blinders and earplugs for when sensitive information needs be discussed between only the Pleroma. Other than that, he looks... almost well taken care of.
Supplies need to be brought, Hayame needs medical care for the raw eye socket where her left eye had been, there are interrogations and talks with Makoto to be done... But what business has brought you here today?]
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There is business to attend to. Business enough that she has apparently either put aside or blocked from her memory how desperately she had lost her temper with this man over the unsettling mode of communication that was Communion.
She jerks her head sharply back towards the inner part of the cave behind her, her fingers stilling in their task weaving reeds she'd harvested from a riverbank on her trek through the first this day, just one of many she's taken since her arrival, unwilling to risk staying in one place for too long even though Tehri had assured her that the Regent's eye could not pierce the trees.]
It's inside. He hasn't called death upon either of us yet, if that is what you are asking.
["It". "He". She hasn't decided which was the most appropriate yet.]
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Thoma isn't entirely assuaged by that response, but he tries to brush it off and focus on the task at hand as he approaches her a bit more closely. He's still tense because it's Hayame, and it's physically impossible for him not to clam up around her, but he's also determined because it's Hayame, and she's an ally that needs to be fed. ]
I'll take a look a bit later to make sure it's still dead in a bit. I'm not used to the mechanics of revival in this world. In my world, everything that gets beheaded, doesn't get a second chance unless they come back as ghosts.
[ Which is a whole new set of problems he doesn't want to think about just yet. He's had enough imagined nightmare scenarios about the head just as it is –watching them all with cold, lifeless eyes. ]
Because you've been more or less probably traveling since you left the battlefield, I thought you could use something to reenergize. I wasn't sure what sort of portions you'd prefer, but I made a lot anyway.
[ He lifts the blanket to offer her a peek at his pile of skewers, their scent waft more freely towards her. She has to at least be feeling a little hungry by now. Then again, jinba are probably built differently and might be able to last longer without food... ]
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That is how things are supposed to be.
[Things that are decapitated should die. Supposedly any other aion who that had happened to should have at least dissipated and left only a shard behind. But M... M stayed, more proof of what a sick and unnatural existence he was.
But as much much as she wants to... as much as she would rather berate this man for appearing before her uninvited... She hesitates a moment, her lip twisting and her throat bobbing as the delicious aroma of grilled meat fills her senses. No, she can not allow herself to be so weak-]
I did not invite you.
[Is what she says.
But what she does...
Her stomach rumbles. The lower, larger one.]
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Fortunately, her stomach is inviting him now, so he feels less like an imposition when he holds the basket out even closer under her nose. ]
Then just think of me as passing by with fresh treats at an opportune moment. I promise they're safe to eat. I've had others try them out, and they gave some good reviews.
[ Cooking with dinosaur meat is still a work in progress. He's not going to pretend otherwise. He'd never before considered slicing up lizards and trying to make the best out of their muscle and innards, but with the right combination of spices and heating, he's managed to achieve a level of delectability where most people can't even tell it apart from fowl meat. ]
As for the head, well, I saw Kaeya's body get pretty badly mutilated by Estinien in Venera, only for him to be perfectly fine again in Achamoth. I am not sure when and how the revival process starts, but I wouldn't be terribly shocked if the head starts blinking.
[ That's a lie. He'd probably shriek or pee himself a little in shock, as one does when heads spontaneously start to move independently of the rest of the body. ]
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She is hungry.
But she does not want to thank him for bringing her something she had not specifically asked him for, (never mind that she'd asked for it in general, before their... disagreement). She manages to stay strong enough to resist taking the food from him just yet, even as her lower gut rumbles again and her remaining eye twitches in anger at her body for betraying her.
But more importantly-]
It's already blinking.
[What did he think she'd needed to ask for a bit for?]
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[ He swallows a little noisily. He somehow missed that detail and maybe would have sent someone braver than he with the treats, but he's a big boy. He can handle a blinking disembodied head.
It's just so creepy. ]
You still have it covered, right ?
[ It's not going to stare at them while they eat, is it? Hopefully, it will stay quiet too, but Thoma is really trying hard not to think too deeply about it at all. He hadn't had the (mis?)fortune of meeting the person who the head was attached to before his untimely temporary death, so he's not sure if they were someone personable or terrible. ]
I wonder how resurrections like that even work... does the rest of his body grow back, or does it reattach itself to the rest of him?