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I Was Looking for a Breath of Life
Who: Valdis and Open!
What: New Arrival tries to cope with being dropped into a new place after a massive bloodbath
When: November
Where: All over
Warnings: Headaches, grumpiness, will warn if it gets worse than that.
1) Arrival: Her head screamed at her, sharp pain cutting into her vision with every breath. Eyes closed tightly, Valdis does her best to breathe. The heavy death in the air, filled with lingering desperation and trauma tightened her chest. Of all the times to fall into a new world, it would be just after a massacre. With her head in her hands, her black hair hiding her face, she leaned against the railing of the walkway, trying to drown out the pain. This was definitely where it all happened. The pain was worse here.
"Haven't felt this bad since the last war," she muttered. "How many people died?"
2) Revelations: Valdis worked her way through the ship, avoiding her cabin as much as possible, seeking to memorize the layout of the ship and maximize her ability to move quickly should it be necessary. The Void is silent, a fact she should be grateful for, and in some ways, very much is. But now the silence is simply silence, and the feeling that the dead are around every corner sits in her gut. She can’t see them, except maybe flitting out of the corner of her eyes from time to time, but she can sense that they aren’t alone. Footsteps sounded from behind her, she’d been so focused on the dead that she hadn’t paid attention to the living. She turns around, hand on the hilt of the rather impressive sword hanging on her hip.
"Hello?"
3)Buffet: Without the ability to draw on the dead, Valdis must find something to soothe the very human feeling of hunger. She’d known the feeling from home, before her memories had begun to return, but now she found it highly annoying.
“What’s the best thing here?”
Second Week of November and Onwards
4) Library: Valdis has finally taken Erin's advice and found the black binder in the library. She is not thrilled with what she's reading and the tension is visible in her usually elegant jawline and the glowing red in her eyes. Fear isn't found anywhere in her demeanor or soul, but rather a thoughtful, yet tense, aura radiates from where she sits. She's so focused that almost anyone not touched by death could approach without her noticing. If they are touched by death, she may react poorly, so tread carefully.
5) Hurikane: She can't get drunk, but she sure is trying her best with pure vodka and whatever else she can find that's strong. She's not even really trying to taste it, just downing it as fast as the invisible bartender can deliver, and exhausting her healing abilities as she goes. It's still not enough to even give her a buzz though. Disappointing.
6)Wildcard round: Your turn!
What: New Arrival tries to cope with being dropped into a new place after a massive bloodbath
When: November
Where: All over
Warnings: Headaches, grumpiness, will warn if it gets worse than that.
1) Arrival: Her head screamed at her, sharp pain cutting into her vision with every breath. Eyes closed tightly, Valdis does her best to breathe. The heavy death in the air, filled with lingering desperation and trauma tightened her chest. Of all the times to fall into a new world, it would be just after a massacre. With her head in her hands, her black hair hiding her face, she leaned against the railing of the walkway, trying to drown out the pain. This was definitely where it all happened. The pain was worse here.
"Haven't felt this bad since the last war," she muttered. "How many people died?"
2) Revelations: Valdis worked her way through the ship, avoiding her cabin as much as possible, seeking to memorize the layout of the ship and maximize her ability to move quickly should it be necessary. The Void is silent, a fact she should be grateful for, and in some ways, very much is. But now the silence is simply silence, and the feeling that the dead are around every corner sits in her gut. She can’t see them, except maybe flitting out of the corner of her eyes from time to time, but she can sense that they aren’t alone. Footsteps sounded from behind her, she’d been so focused on the dead that she hadn’t paid attention to the living. She turns around, hand on the hilt of the rather impressive sword hanging on her hip.
"Hello?"
3)Buffet: Without the ability to draw on the dead, Valdis must find something to soothe the very human feeling of hunger. She’d known the feeling from home, before her memories had begun to return, but now she found it highly annoying.
“What’s the best thing here?”
Second Week of November and Onwards
4) Library: Valdis has finally taken Erin's advice and found the black binder in the library. She is not thrilled with what she's reading and the tension is visible in her usually elegant jawline and the glowing red in her eyes. Fear isn't found anywhere in her demeanor or soul, but rather a thoughtful, yet tense, aura radiates from where she sits. She's so focused that almost anyone not touched by death could approach without her noticing. If they are touched by death, she may react poorly, so tread carefully.
5) Hurikane: She can't get drunk, but she sure is trying her best with pure vodka and whatever else she can find that's strong. She's not even really trying to taste it, just downing it as fast as the invisible bartender can deliver, and exhausting her healing abilities as she goes. It's still not enough to even give her a buzz though. Disappointing.
6)Wildcard round: Your turn!
hope this is okay, happy to edit if not right :)
This isn't unwanted nerves. There's none of the heightened awareness, the spike of adrenaline that accompanies them. Instead, Ari feels weary. As if she could easily fall asleep, right there by the bar.
It's an uncomfortable enough combination that she would have - quite possibly should have - pulled her hand away, under other circumstances. Why doesn't she? Even with the blood partially obscuring her view, Ari can see Valdis' wound closing up. She's far too fascinated by the process to want to stop it, even though it's taking a toll on her.
When the process is finished, Ari sits back down. An acknowledgement that she's no longer worried about what Valdis might do? Maybe. Or perhaps she's simply still a little unsteady on her feet.]
That's incredible. [Yes, she may be slightly in awe of it.] I felt physical effects - couldn't you say that you were taking the energy of my body, and using it to heal yours? [No need to get metaphysical about it at all.]
It's great!
[She not going to tell Ari the common name for it. Somehow she doesn't think the girl will accept 'death magic' as an answer. Valdis sets the now bloody towel back on the bar.]
Anyway, we aren't in your galaxy right now. We may not even be on the same plane, so things here may not be the same as things back home.
[She notably does not ask for another drink. She starting to feel better and she's not sure she likes the potential reason]
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Don't worry. If it had started to feel dangerous to me, I'd have pulled away. [Presuming that Ari's danger point came before the energy drain made her too weak to do so, of course. But this doesn't occur to her, and Valdis has no reason to try to kill her, so she's unconcerned at present.
Then Valdis is telling her she's not in her galaxy and things are different, and Ari has to bite back a sarcastic oh really, I hadn't noticed. She focuses on Valdis' ability again instead.]
If you were wounded severely, could you draw from multiple people at once to heal yourself, instead of risking the life of a single person?
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I can. But I don't need to wait until I'm injured to do it. I can store the energy for a later time and use it for various things, like increasing my strength and speed. Making the shift less painful. I'm running on empty right now.
[Her normal, much-more-than-human strength and speed are intact, but she can't increase them beyond that without soul energy and...it's dangerous to just drain people. She needs at least some level of trust from her fellow kidnappees.]
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[The process had been uncomfortable for Ari, but not frightening. A few possibilities occur to her.]
I have a little lingering fatigue - do you know how long that's likely to last? And what's the shift? [None of them have work shifts here; it can't be that.]
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I'm not sure how long it will last, depends on how much I take, and I didn't take much.
[She smiles at the other question.]
You likely won't believe me, but I can change my form into a giant Hound.
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I'll monitor it, then. I need to keep myself in good physical condition for the obvious reasons. If the effects are minor and clear up quickly? We might be able to come up with some arrangement. If you'd be interested.
[Not out of the kindness of Ari's heart, not for free, but 'running on empty' doesn't sound pleasant, and she'll help if she can.]
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[Valdis' eyes narrow, no one makes an offer like that without there being a motive behind it.]
That depends on what you get out of the deal. I'm not usually one for owing favors or signing contracts.
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[It's casually said. No need to alarm Valdis if she hasn't yet heard all the stories that Ari has.]
I'd insist on signed contract, for any arrangement. People have to know where they stand, and what to expect from one another.
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I will not form a contract with you.
[She stands up, looks at all the shot glasses and shakes her head.]
But should you ever need help, I'll be around.
[There are others who might be able to help, but Valdis can draw on her own soul to heal minor injuries, there's no urgent need for anyone else's. She turns away from Ari and heads away from the bar.]
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A flat refusal to have any contract at all? Then walking away without so much as parting pleasantries? That was deeply insulting, to a Tradeliner, and the offer that she'd given didn't lessen it any. Ari Tayrey didn't want charity. She wanted fair contract.
What she'd offered had been more than fair, because even in this place, conflict wasn't that frequent.
Well, let it not be said that she made the same mistake twice. If Valdis wanted nothing to do with her, she'd accept it, and keep her distance.]