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epidemiology2015-12-31 10:17 pm
beyourrock) wrote in epidemiology2015-12-31 10:17 pm
OPEN (forward dated a little Jan 1)
CHARACTERS: Pearl (beyourrock) and you!
DATE: Jan 1st
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Pearl takes some time to clear her head. Sort of.
[This past week, Pearl had been busying herself with errands, cooking, baking, anything that would get her mind off the mark on her hand. She slowly started to realize that these mundane tasks weren’t doing her any good. Her mind was still loud.
Let it be the most beautiful sort of disaster that consumes you...
Maybe it was time to take a different approach.]
A: Sworn to the Sword
[Pearl had cleared a small area for herself and her training. Scooping what snow she could into precise mounds. Dead grass was revealed, along with worn down dirt, in a perfect square, large enough for combat. It wasn’t preferred, but it would have to do. Especially without the use of Warp Pads here, in order to transport to the area she usually trained.
The Gem stood in the middle of the miniature arena, two swords in hand. He gem on her forehead glows brightly, producing a blue figure in front of her. A perfect copy, give or take the emotionless face it held. She tosses the sword to the hologram and it in turn catches it by the handle.
And the sword dance begins. Clashing metal, sparks flying, elegant movements, and yet, they both had considerable power behind each blow, letting out a rush of air in the nearby radius of the arena. To anyone observing, they may notice Pearl is rather focused on the task at hand, as her hologram evades her attacks, returning with its own.]
B: May I Have this Dance?
[After her self appointed training, Pearl had put away her swords, letting them disappear with a flurry of sparkles. The hologram of herself holds out its hand out to Pearl, in which she takes. Similar to her fight with the hologram, it’s elegant, but with a much softer edge to it as they danced. Spinning and twisting, gliding across the arena, despite the unstable ground.
Pearl closes her eyes, as if she has memorized all the steps, falling in line with her hologram. As she moves, the hologram flickers into different shakes of different people, never missing a beat. She spins, and the hologram changes into a barefooted young woman with long hair, and when she’s dipped back, a woman in uniform holds her under the small of her back, and then straightens her back up again. The hologram extends her arm outward, Pearl holding it and doing the same. Again, the form changes, into a man with armor. And then she’s tugged in, twirling again until she rests against the holograms chest, looking up to see a tall woman with large curls, a soft smile on her face.
The gem’s eyes widen and she breaks away from the hologram, which splits into two shapes. A tall woman with square shaped hair and shades, while another stood beside her. Much shorter but with long unkempt hair. The both stare down Pearl, smiling as well, arms either crossed or on their hips. Silent laughter passes their lips, soft and heart warming before they disappear in a fizzle.
Pearl stares at where the holograms stood, her breathing suddenly ragged. Her left hand clutches over her chest, her gaze falling to the ground. Furrowing her brow, she exhales heavily, closing her eyes.]
What would they think...?
C: A Girl and her Bird
[Pearl sits in the middle of the arena, sitting beside a giant white bird, with blue trimmed feathers. A small bag of feed is set down for him, and she quietly observes him eating, her gloved hands running through his feathers on his back. He was a hassle, but she seemed to be warming up to the idea of a mount. A pet of sorts, and Quartz seemed to be calming her mind.
The Gem closes her eyes and laughs weakly as she hears the bird gobble down his food.]
Relax Quartz. You’ll choke if you eat too fast.
[She says, scoldingly, but the bird doesn’t seem to heed her words, continuing his ‘feast’. Her shoulders slump, it wasn’t worth it at this point.]
D: Wildcard
{{ooc: If none of these tickles your fancy, you're more than welcomed to toss in your own! If you're not sure, just drop me a pp on plurk at littlestpenguin}}
beyourrock) and you!DATE: Jan 1st
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Pearl takes some time to clear her head. Sort of.
[This past week, Pearl had been busying herself with errands, cooking, baking, anything that would get her mind off the mark on her hand. She slowly started to realize that these mundane tasks weren’t doing her any good. Her mind was still loud.
Let it be the most beautiful sort of disaster that consumes you...
Maybe it was time to take a different approach.]
A: Sworn to the Sword
[Pearl had cleared a small area for herself and her training. Scooping what snow she could into precise mounds. Dead grass was revealed, along with worn down dirt, in a perfect square, large enough for combat. It wasn’t preferred, but it would have to do. Especially without the use of Warp Pads here, in order to transport to the area she usually trained.
The Gem stood in the middle of the miniature arena, two swords in hand. He gem on her forehead glows brightly, producing a blue figure in front of her. A perfect copy, give or take the emotionless face it held. She tosses the sword to the hologram and it in turn catches it by the handle.
And the sword dance begins. Clashing metal, sparks flying, elegant movements, and yet, they both had considerable power behind each blow, letting out a rush of air in the nearby radius of the arena. To anyone observing, they may notice Pearl is rather focused on the task at hand, as her hologram evades her attacks, returning with its own.]
B: May I Have this Dance?
[After her self appointed training, Pearl had put away her swords, letting them disappear with a flurry of sparkles. The hologram of herself holds out its hand out to Pearl, in which she takes. Similar to her fight with the hologram, it’s elegant, but with a much softer edge to it as they danced. Spinning and twisting, gliding across the arena, despite the unstable ground.
Pearl closes her eyes, as if she has memorized all the steps, falling in line with her hologram. As she moves, the hologram flickers into different shakes of different people, never missing a beat. She spins, and the hologram changes into a barefooted young woman with long hair, and when she’s dipped back, a woman in uniform holds her under the small of her back, and then straightens her back up again. The hologram extends her arm outward, Pearl holding it and doing the same. Again, the form changes, into a man with armor. And then she’s tugged in, twirling again until she rests against the holograms chest, looking up to see a tall woman with large curls, a soft smile on her face.
The gem’s eyes widen and she breaks away from the hologram, which splits into two shapes. A tall woman with square shaped hair and shades, while another stood beside her. Much shorter but with long unkempt hair. The both stare down Pearl, smiling as well, arms either crossed or on their hips. Silent laughter passes their lips, soft and heart warming before they disappear in a fizzle.
Pearl stares at where the holograms stood, her breathing suddenly ragged. Her left hand clutches over her chest, her gaze falling to the ground. Furrowing her brow, she exhales heavily, closing her eyes.]
What would they think...?
C: A Girl and her Bird
[Pearl sits in the middle of the arena, sitting beside a giant white bird, with blue trimmed feathers. A small bag of feed is set down for him, and she quietly observes him eating, her gloved hands running through his feathers on his back. He was a hassle, but she seemed to be warming up to the idea of a mount. A pet of sorts, and Quartz seemed to be calming her mind.
The Gem closes her eyes and laughs weakly as she hears the bird gobble down his food.]
Relax Quartz. You’ll choke if you eat too fast.
[She says, scoldingly, but the bird doesn’t seem to heed her words, continuing his ‘feast’. Her shoulders slump, it wasn’t worth it at this point.]
D: Wildcard
{{ooc: If none of these tickles your fancy, you're more than welcomed to toss in your own! If you're not sure, just drop me a pp on plurk at littlestpenguin}}
c!
[ He regards the girl with a warm smile, a bow of his head, before his eyes fall upon the swiftly disappearing bird feed. ]
Do you mean to train him, then? [ The bird is a him, or so he presumes, for a Lady would never have such terrible eating habits! ]
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The Gem sighs, slumping her shoulders as she greets Sion with a weak smile. She runs her hand along the softer and finer feathers around his neck.]
Yes, I do hope so, eventually. He's a juvenile, and has much to learn. He was a gift from ALASTAIR themselves.
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[ He laughs lightly, then, for it is no great secret that upon receiving the text, he'd given it straightaway to an attendant at the bonfire—why, had it wound up in the flames, after that? ]
But to receive the gift of companionship, even in the form of a thoroughly insatiable bird, is quite kind of our recruiters, is it not? [ A grin: ] And as the fellow is a juvenile, yet, perhaps it is all right for him to eat enough for an extra meal— [ Or several! ] —while he can.
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I honestly think he's eating too much if you ask me. [Last thing she needs is a chubby bird trying to get her or anyone to safety. Pearl tries to tug the bird's head up, mumbling something along the lines of 'we have a guest!', but the bird pays no heed to it. The Gem huffs but offers a tired smile up at him.]
You're a new recruit, are you not? [She rests a hand on her own chest.] My name is Pearl.
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[ Pleasure, he's said, as though he bears no ill will over being conscripted to fight someone else's battle worlds away from his own—and truly, he doesn't: the fate of this and all realms is something which he would bear upon his own two shoulders. ]
I suppose I have that air about me, then. The wide-eyed enthusiasm of someone who is only all too happy to help, but hasn't yet fought the war.
[ So to speak, that is. ]
Still, it is an honor to meet your acquaintance, Lady Pearl, and your friend as well. [ And to Quartz himself, Sion will wave a hand, though alas! Quartz's head is still very much submerged in the bag of feed. ] ...if pulling him up doesn't work, perhaps removing the distraction itself will provide better results?
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Pearl's gaze falls a fraction, her mind wandering elsewhere for a brief moment. She's pulled back into reality, thanks to Quartz fluffing up his feathers nosily. None the less, Pearl smiles up at Sion.]
Oh please, just Pearl will be fine! There's no need for such titles. [She waves her hand dismissively with a small blue hue on her cheeks. But she does peer down at the bag. He does bring up a good point.
She tries to pull the bag away from Quartz, but he only follows the bag like a magnet, glued to it. With a huff, she stands up and tries moving it again, farther, but the bird only stands up on his two feet and follows it with a frustrated squawk, his head never leaving the bag. Pearl let's go of the bag in frustration.]
Quartz!
[The bird ruffles his large feathers in reply, munching away.]
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[ Is there a glint to his golden eyes? Why yes, yes there is, for there is no beast alive (no human, and no Goddess) who might be immune to his aura of command—there are only those who would resist, resist, and fall. Faltering upon receiving the love he would offer them.
But more than that, of course, he's having a good bit of fun, playfully determined as he proclaims!: ]
Our united front can only be met with success! Try once more, for the bag of feed, and I'll see to it that this fellow here does not follow his food.
[ By becoming a distraction himself, asserting his presence to such an extent that Quartz will...! In all likelihood be startled by the sudden surge of magic, but so too be unable to dismiss him. ]
On the count of three?
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Quartz stares right at Sion, unsure. He's stopped eating.]
On the count of three. [She repeats in acknowledgement.]
One... two... three!
[And she yanks the bird feed away from Quartz as the white and blue bird sits there, feathers fraying outward. He stumbles and stands up shaking his head furiously, blinking almost like he had been smacked on the nose by a newspaper.]
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(And, truth be told, it had!) ]
Ah! You were absolutely magnificent, Pearl. [ Truly! To Sion, laughter comes easily, freely as he regards the both of them, the girl and her bird. ] And Quartz, it would do you well to mind your Lady.
[ —when he speaks, he makes certain that he has Quartz's rapt attention, a hand reaching out to smooth down those frayed feathers. ]
I, myself, do not have the good fortune of calling her as much-- [ There's no need for such titles, she'd said, after all! ] --so you will need to look after her for me.
[ Smiling, he regards Pearl with a nod of his head: ] And maybe then, she'll see fit to feed you as much as you like.
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The Gem ties up the feed, just in case Quartz got any ideas for another snack. Afterwards, she walks up beside Sion and regards Quartz for a moment. She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows high on her forehead, looking rather impressed.]
You've actually subdued him. It's hard enough for me to get him to wake up in the morning! [She laughs warmly.]
You must be some kind of animal whisperer.
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[ But don't tell anyone, all right? he seems to say with a wink (even if the bit of truth with he'd divulged to her is, at best, only half the reason why they'd been able to part Quartz from his feast!). ]
Might I ask what's brought the two of you out here? This clearing which you've made, surely it wasn't constructed on only Quartz's behalf?
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Quartz came along for company sake. But I constructed this in order to train a little myself. It had been a while since I had a regular training session, so I'm trying to integrate it into my current schedule here in Chantes.
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[ The holiday which is now very much over with and done. He wonders, now, if he would not be able to come by a suitable blade in the goblin markets, or perhaps commission a human blacksmith. There is no telling, though, how long their mission in Chantes might tarry on, or how swiftly battle might fall upon them again. And while Sion excels at spellcraft, he is far more at ease with a sword in hand. ]
My swordplay has likely suffered greatly for my negligence, but ah! I suppose that only I am to blame. [ He shrugs with an elegant slope of his shoulders, a sigh upon his lips because truly, he's let himself slip—were he at home, within his castle's bounds, his courtiers would have dragged him by the braid to the training grounds for a King must always be fit to see battle. ] Do tell me about your instrument of choice; I find myself wishing that I had happened upon you during your training.
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Well, thankfully I have a bit of storage in my gem in which I'm able to keep some weapons and other small nicknacks on hand.
[She literally reaches her hand into her gem, up to the wrist, before she pulls out one sword. And then she pulls out an intricate spear. She twirls the spear in one hand as she holds the sword in her other hand.]
I'm skilled in both the sword, and spear. However, I have many duplicates in my... ah, storage.
[Offering the young man a smile, she holds out the sword to him.]
I know it isn't like a broad sword, much too narrow, but. You're more than welcomed to use it for the time being, until you're able to find something of use.
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[ For a moment, he quite nearly looks stricken, the expression acutely out of place for Sion has been nothing but poised all this while, certain of himself, this world, and his place in it. But this, this gift... somehow, it's shattered it all.
The first time he'd taken a sword, pulling it free of the Hero's remains, he'd incurred a curse.
The second time, during the battle which would give him his Crown, he'd obtained the most inconceivable, most dreadful power.
And now, the third time...
The third time, he hopes... ]
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As much as I should like to refuse, for your offer is much too generous a thing— [ Accepting the sword with a bow of his head, Sion looks upon it with something akin to reverence before...! He spins the blade once, then twice, getting a feel for the weight, how to balance it in his hand. ] —I am also a terribly selfish man, and this is much too splendid a blade to be kept in storage.
I may not be able to wield it with as much finesse as its true owner has... [ Trailing off, he regards Pearl with a look of unspeakable gratitude. ] ...but I shall do my best.
[ Though there's a distinct feeling that Sion may be selling his own ability short—but ah, modesty has always been in his nature. ]
Your gem, though, is it a part of you? I've not seen any magic quite like it— it's rather lovely, too.
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[Her smile softens as she lets him take up the sword in his own grasp. Everyone should have a means to defend themselves somehow, while they're here, if they had the ability to.]
I have quite a few on hand, so don't even worry about it, Sion. [She waves her hand dismissively before she perks up his later question. She itches her cheek sheepishly as she stares up at her Gem, cross eyed almost.]
Actually, this Gem is me.
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(If he closes his eyes and feels for her, he wonders, would he sense a thing?) ]
In my kingdom there are tales, old legends which speak of spirits which house themselves inside of pretty baubles and gems, if only to capture and ensnare their owners as a ghost might possess a human. [ But he waves the thought away in an instant, because that is no more than a legend! It's rubbish (aside from the part where it isn't).] But you are...
[ Glancing down, he studies the sword in his hands, his fingertips running down the flat of the blade. ]
You are you, of course, and I am in your debt. [ Securing the sword in the fabric of the sash gilding his hips, he finds that he cannot help but thank her again, a smile upon his lips and the flat of his palm over his heart to convey the sentiment. ] Should you ever be in need of assistance, be it in battle or otherwise, please do not hesitate to call upon me. I know not how to repay you otherwise.
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I'm a sentient rock from outer space, to put lightly. [She offers him a small bashful smile. It was hard to comprehend, and she doesn't blame him. A sentient rock was unheard of by most in ALASTAIR, but at least they didn't shy away from the very concept of it. Then again, it may be due to the fact she takes up a familiar human construct.
Pearl lets her spear disappear in a flurry of sparkles, which causes Quartz to flinch and blink at where the spear just was, bobbing his head.]
Please, I would wish for anyone to have a means to defend themselves, especially if they are skilled with the ways of a sword. There's no debt for you to repay.
[Honestly, she had done this once before with Gintoki. And he was able to reclaim his own weapon back in time.]
Think nothing of it, Sion. I would only hope for someone to do the same for me, if I were in your predicament.