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Open Log ➵
WHO: Hayame and YOU(?!)
WHAT: centaur cryptid action, the angriest breeding season ever, archery, a local lurker probably yelling at kids to get off her misty lawn and stop trying to care about her
WHERE: Lohkimareen [Greentruth heights, misty depths, and forest's edge]
WHEN: Beginning of Visoseri (June)
WARNINGS: potential suicidal ideation, mentions of csa, violence, estrus
01 ➵ IN MISTS [FORESTS BELOW GREENTRUTH]➵ 霧の靡に
[The Aions have been provided lodging among the tall, fortified trees of Greentruth... But one potential member of the Pleroma group has not made use of them a single night. In fact, for the more observant types... the centaur who had been among their number that first night through the portal from Godsblood, who had hung around the edges of the welcome banquet silent, brooding, and angrily eavesdropping... has barely been seen since.
There are whispers, though, the occasional bit of gossip amongst the natives. A man who often works one of the freight elevators that transports supplies up from caravans on the forest floor who complains about an occasional extra load who doesn't even tip. Merchants who talk about being watched by a strange monster or spirit in the mist, shaped like some unnatural combination of mount and man. An armorer who laments that as much as they ought to aid the Aions in their mist, there is just this one who keeps taking shortbows- what is she doing to them?
And if someone were to actually seek out that woman... The search will take them to the dangerous mists below the safety of the Greentruth trees, where shadows play across the mist and large beasts roam. But amongst the tracks left behind by reptiles are faint imprints of hoof, there is a hollow tree that seems to have been made into some sort of crude shelter, game hanging to dry high off the ground and half-prepared pelts stretched out over makeshift racks, and when you turn around-
There might be an arrowhead embedded in a tree near your face, the arrow shaft quivering with the force that has punctured the bark.]
02 ➵ FLETCHER [GREENTRUTH, NEAR GODSBLOOD PORTAL]➵ 矢作り
[There is a downside to the intense aversion Hayame feels to using her shard for so-called "communion". Mainly... she has refused the easy way to know where people are across the planet. To her it is normal, coming as she did from a world in the year 1590 where the most advanced technology consisted of woodblock printing, looms, and matchlock rifles, but...
It means she does a lot of waiting in exchange for trying to keep people out of her head, where she has so much less control than she would like people to think. Risk emotion bleed with inexperience into a conversation that, if held in person, she'd at least be able to control? She does not fancy it.
And in waiting for the man she has commissioned a bow from to appear from Godsblood... she stands (glowers) near the portal from the coastal town, hands crossed beneath her tightly bound breasts. After a few hours... she begins to resent herself for the wasted time, and right there, her large body taking up a decent amount of space near the portal...
She just commandeers a table and starts to work, pulling a feathered kill from its place hanging at her harness and beginning to pluck feathers off it right there, squinting at each one and beginning to cut them into arrow fletching. Sorry, did you need to get past her? Wondering why she's still standing there?
She isn't volunteering. She's working.]
03 ➵ NATURAL DESIRE [RIVER NEAR GREENTRUTH]➵ 発情期
[Hayame has always resented the fact that she was born a woman.
From the moment she had been old enough to watch the empty shell of an Armless woman that was her dam be led to the mounting post each year and understand why, she had known what women were best suited for in a breeding stable. Even as she trained herself in bow and polearm and blade, threw her entire effort into making herself a warrior who would be bought by a warlord to bring him victories in battle, the possibility of being sold as a broodmare or "companion" mount had always been a possibility. Always.
And nothing was a better reminder of the femininity she strove to cover with bindings, strength, and harshness than a jinba mare's heats. The urges frustrate her as they always do, turn normal scents in the air to tempting aromas, make her body into a traitor willing to lift her tail with interest at the sight of potential mates, and force her to burn with desire that anyone with a proper nose or eye would notice.
Which is what has led Hayame to the cold mountain river she is now immersed in up to her lower shoulders, letting the water wash away proof of her want and cool her body. Thinking herself alone... she allows herself the luxury of a moment of weakness, letting down her fetlock-length ebony hair and trying to work her fingers through the tangled strands that have grown difficult to handle without her master's women to provide oils and comb.
The sounds of the water, unfortunately, mean that she is somewhat unprepared for visitors. Her bow and knife, however... are still within reach.]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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WHAT: centaur cryptid action, the angriest breeding season ever, archery, a local lurker probably yelling at kids to get off her misty lawn and stop trying to care about her
WHERE: Lohkimareen [Greentruth heights, misty depths, and forest's edge]
WHEN: Beginning of Visoseri (June)
WARNINGS: potential suicidal ideation, mentions of csa, violence, estrus
01 ➵ IN MISTS [FORESTS BELOW GREENTRUTH]➵ 霧の靡に
[The Aions have been provided lodging among the tall, fortified trees of Greentruth... But one potential member of the Pleroma group has not made use of them a single night. In fact, for the more observant types... the centaur who had been among their number that first night through the portal from Godsblood, who had hung around the edges of the welcome banquet silent, brooding, and angrily eavesdropping... has barely been seen since.
There are whispers, though, the occasional bit of gossip amongst the natives. A man who often works one of the freight elevators that transports supplies up from caravans on the forest floor who complains about an occasional extra load who doesn't even tip. Merchants who talk about being watched by a strange monster or spirit in the mist, shaped like some unnatural combination of mount and man. An armorer who laments that as much as they ought to aid the Aions in their mist, there is just this one who keeps taking shortbows- what is she doing to them?
And if someone were to actually seek out that woman... The search will take them to the dangerous mists below the safety of the Greentruth trees, where shadows play across the mist and large beasts roam. But amongst the tracks left behind by reptiles are faint imprints of hoof, there is a hollow tree that seems to have been made into some sort of crude shelter, game hanging to dry high off the ground and half-prepared pelts stretched out over makeshift racks, and when you turn around-
There might be an arrowhead embedded in a tree near your face, the arrow shaft quivering with the force that has punctured the bark.]
02 ➵ FLETCHER [GREENTRUTH, NEAR GODSBLOOD PORTAL]➵ 矢作り
[There is a downside to the intense aversion Hayame feels to using her shard for so-called "communion". Mainly... she has refused the easy way to know where people are across the planet. To her it is normal, coming as she did from a world in the year 1590 where the most advanced technology consisted of woodblock printing, looms, and matchlock rifles, but...
It means she does a lot of waiting in exchange for trying to keep people out of her head, where she has so much less control than she would like people to think. Risk emotion bleed with inexperience into a conversation that, if held in person, she'd at least be able to control? She does not fancy it.
And in waiting for the man she has commissioned a bow from to appear from Godsblood... she stands (glowers) near the portal from the coastal town, hands crossed beneath her tightly bound breasts. After a few hours... she begins to resent herself for the wasted time, and right there, her large body taking up a decent amount of space near the portal...
She just commandeers a table and starts to work, pulling a feathered kill from its place hanging at her harness and beginning to pluck feathers off it right there, squinting at each one and beginning to cut them into arrow fletching. Sorry, did you need to get past her? Wondering why she's still standing there?
She isn't volunteering. She's working.]
03 ➵ NATURAL DESIRE [RIVER NEAR GREENTRUTH]➵ 発情期
[Hayame has always resented the fact that she was born a woman.
From the moment she had been old enough to watch the empty shell of an Armless woman that was her dam be led to the mounting post each year and understand why, she had known what women were best suited for in a breeding stable. Even as she trained herself in bow and polearm and blade, threw her entire effort into making herself a warrior who would be bought by a warlord to bring him victories in battle, the possibility of being sold as a broodmare or "companion" mount had always been a possibility. Always.
And nothing was a better reminder of the femininity she strove to cover with bindings, strength, and harshness than a jinba mare's heats. The urges frustrate her as they always do, turn normal scents in the air to tempting aromas, make her body into a traitor willing to lift her tail with interest at the sight of potential mates, and force her to burn with desire that anyone with a proper nose or eye would notice.
Which is what has led Hayame to the cold mountain river she is now immersed in up to her lower shoulders, letting the water wash away proof of her want and cool her body. Thinking herself alone... she allows herself the luxury of a moment of weakness, letting down her fetlock-length ebony hair and trying to work her fingers through the tangled strands that have grown difficult to handle without her master's women to provide oils and comb.
The sounds of the water, unfortunately, mean that she is somewhat unprepared for visitors. Her bow and knife, however... are still within reach.]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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[ She said, and hid the amusement with a hand to her lips. She bent to collect the pages that had fallen to the ground, collecting each one with deliberate care. If someone stepped through and bumped into her -- well, she could suffer the indignity she supposed.
With those gathered, she stood, and watched Hayame strut away. Not a surprising thing, honestly, and she walked slowly, deliberately to watch her throw the feathers over the side. ]
So... throwing things off the side today? Very useful. [ She eyed the bird on the table. Was she... trying to make fletching? She'd watch Archer do that on occasion. ] Or were they not up to snuff?
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But at the same time... With that tone, she could easily imagine only encouraging the other if she tried to be dismissive, and so in the interest of hopefully getting rid of her quicker...]
I have no need for the feathers useless for fletching.
[If she were some housewife or something, perhaps a use could be found, stuffing a pillow or some sort. If she was some weak human who needed blankets to keep warm in the chill, she could make some sort of garment. But she wasn't.
She is moving back to her makeshift "table", though, getting back to plucking without much more acknowledgement.]
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Akua was no slouch herself, but the fact that she could tell that Hayame wasn't interested in even getting to know her fellow Aions at even the base level...
Well. Akua knew what that was like. She knew what it was to see oneself as superior to those around you, to be ever-alone in one's kingdom of superiority. How wrong it was. How much it hurt her, when she'd found something different. Started to actually care, even if she'd pretended that she didn't. ]
Ah, of course. I know the Archer -- she was Archer -- could shoot further than anyone alive. [ She eyed Hayame, almost curious. ] What sorts of arrows are these? Stock? Any tricks to them?
[ Indrani had kept quite the collection of trick arrows. ]
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The look on Hayame's face, though she doesn't actually turn it towards the other woman, likely makes it clear enough that she does not mess with such things. She was a practical hunter, with little use for flashy things such as that.
She almost answers. As her fingers sift through the feathers she's kept, picking one up to examine the shaft, she could clarify that she was intending to make the longer, powerful arrows to match the bows of her world now that she had commissioned a maker to create a weapon more suitable for her draw strength and size...
But instead-]
... "the" archer?
[Is that... a name?]
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Yes, of course. She could shoot further than any living being known to date. She could shoot a combatant several miles away, and had a bow so powerful that only she could string and draw it. Apparently, an Orc tried to draw it once and nearly broke his arm doing so.
She used an array of trick arrows on the battlefield, since there's no advantage that she wouldn't take, especially when you're fighting undead and fae.
[ With the way Hayame had looked, when she mentioned them, Akua was quite certain that she was not... keen on that sort of thing. Honestly, she couldn't even say she was surprised about that, given the way she'd approached everything else Akua had seen from her. ]
I was simply curious if you were planning ahead, for future battles.
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Hayame's expression continues to reveal that she definitely wasn't... keen on the idea of trick areas, or fighting battles with tricks in general. Honor was exceedingly important in her culture, and though she might not have much but tatters of it left...]
No archer can hit a shot miles away. Not even Nasu no Yoichi.
[Is she still saying things like that with the absolute surety of a woman who wasn't in an entirely different world?
Apparently.]
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What's Nasu no Yoichi? [ She asked, instead. ] Or is it a whom?
[ Was it a title, or a person? There was none of the implied weight that she was all-too-used to, when she heard such titles. Then again, in this world, there had been many titles that didn't have the same weight. She's still getting used to it. ]
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The best archer in the Minamoto clan, who fought in the Genpei War.
[She says it as if the answer was obvious. Look at how generous she is, supplying information she had no obligation to divulge while she's busy plucking a reptilian bird thing for its feathers?]
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[ She says it, but there's a touch of teasing in her voice. Mostly because she suspected that Hayame didn't like anyone, or much of anything, beyond a bow and arrows. Even Indrani had liked more than just shooting arrows -- although she did like that. ]
I wonder how they would square up. The Archer loves a challenge, then again, most Named do. Anyone who could be considered the "best" archer must be similar, yes?
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Surely. If he were not some five hundred years dead.
[If it were Nasu no Yoichi, there would be no trick arrows. Of course. He had been an honorable warrior... according to the lute ballads.
Not that she'd ever hear one of those again, guarding the stable master and benefiting from proximity to occasionally experience the likes of things like music or dance. The thought makes her expression even more sour when she turns to the other woman.]
Do you not have someone else to bother?
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[ She said it, but her tone was light. She even settled against the railway, when Hayame asked the question, as if that should be obvious. ]
No, not really, and I'm far ahead of schedule, as predicted.
[ Her lips curled, into a smile. ] Why? Does talking to people cause your work to be substandard? I would have thought a skilled fletcher would have no problem doing two tasks at once.
[ Sorry Hayame, she is still a villain. ]
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Hayame's eyes narrow. Her lip twitches. To think that she would ever have a problem such as this. No one spoke to the jinba of the Miyatsuta stables- not like this. It would be like talking conversationally with one's horse, to them... and what sort of fool did much of that? She'd never had to deal with listening to humans talking, and she's never had to deal with needing to talk to them much much herself beyond short swears of loyalty and agreement.
Perhaps it would have been better to have never had to.]
No.
[The simple answer, first, before she simply turns her gaze back to her work, experienced hands continuing to sort through her plucked feathers and identify the usable ones, occasionally picking one up to squint at along the edge, measuring its straightness.]
Talking to you simply causes me to feel annoyed.
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Goodness, at least you're honest. In Praes, I'd find my drink poisoned, if someone didn't like me.
[ Not that she didn't attend with every possible counter to any poison already in her. That was simply how one was. You slack on the small details, and you didn't make it to your fifteenth birthday. ]
I suspect, that most annoy you, though, I won't take it personally.