hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dazed and Confused

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Event Log: Dazed and Confused

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dazed and Confused event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 24th-October 2nd
Warnings: None!

On the 24th of September, you wake up and everything seems pretty normal. You've got to head in for your shift at the guard, or at the clinic, or wherever else people go- maybe you're visiting a friend, maybe you're checking out the library, but either way as soon as you step out onto your street, you're in a foreign location.

No, you haven't been transported anywhere weird. Well, not by anything other than your own two feet. And hey, you could recognize a landmark and know your way back from there! But somehow you turn left instead of right and now everything is confusing again. It's not that the city itself is changing, but rather, it's your ability to take direction and move in the way that you think you should.

On top of all that, of course, is the strange inversion of most abilities. Everything is topsy turvy with your various powers or individual skills, so be on the lookout for some odd changes. Maybe you're usually pretty good at reasoning and now you can't think your way out of a paper bag, or maybe you have fire powers that start shooting icicles instead- either way, it's weird. Hopefully you can deal with it without injuring yourself too much, but... well, it's kind of difficult to make any guarantees when you can't even find your way to the clinic when you accidentally break something.

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[Faith announces her entrance with a loud, heavy groan.] Not AGAIN!

[She's on fire.

So she makes her way slowly into what she hoped would be the clinic but is evidently the Guard headquarters, careful not to touch anything that might be flammable.

Like another person, for instance.]

Anyone in here? Fair warning, I'm on fire, so don't get too close, but oh god I'm tired of wandering 'round.

[The sudden yelling -- especially in a Scottish accent, which is so ingrained in his mind as dangerous -- startles Henry out of his focus. He manages to avoid stabbing his pen into the desk, but he very nearly stabs himself with it. The only reason he doesn't is his nemesis shield prevents that: on impact, the pen instead explodes into pieces.

He brushes off the fragments of plastic with annoyance, and looks up with a glare.

Only for that to fade as he blinks in surprise.]

...So I can see. [God have mercy. She is literally on fire. Yet it doesn't seem to be hurting her.] There is space in here. Try not to touch anything.

[Well, he can somewhat sympathise with her predicament, all things considered. Luckily their HQ was created out of a former warehouse.

His gaze remains on her, following her every movement.]

Are you not Kate's friend from Dundee?

Oh thank god. [She makes her way over to a relatively spacious area, then sits down pretty elegantly, all things considered -- just crosses her legs and lowers herself in one fluid motion.

She glances at her hands (still on fire, damn) while Henry speaks, only looking up when he asks his question.]

Yeh. I see Kate told you a bit about me. [Faith smiles, though it's a bit uncertain.] Didn't want it to be this way, the first time we met. Y'know, with me being on fire.

[Oops?]

[He gives an easy shrug in response, a smooth roll of his shoulders.]

'Tis not as though you could harm me at current. I am not so sure about the reverse.

[He tilts his head thoughtfully and eyes her flaming hands speculatively, though perhaps he shouldn't be indulging any curiosity about how their powers might clash, even if just in his mind. For all that she said she could heal herself back when zombies roamed the streets, it isn't wise.]

Northumberland. [He says in explanation.] Because I call it home, she wondered how familiar I was with your hometown. That is all.

Not the best impression, though. Literally flaming. Never been more of a phoenix than I am now.

[Yet still she laughs at her predicament, just a bit. Once this is all over, she'll laugh more, tell the story with a grin.]

Oh that's not too far off! [He sounds more old timey than anyone from there she's ever come across, but that makes sense -- makes sense only because they're here, where there are people from all over time and all sorts of worlds.

Weird, how you'll accept just about anything when your life's thrown on its head like this.]

I'm all right, no burns. [And thank goodness her clothes are unharmed. Imagine.

No. Don't imagine.] Good to finally meet ya! Haven't needed to do any healing since I got here, but the offer's still good.

[He didn't think that he would meet a match for Branwyn's level of cheer, but here he is.]

Phoenix? [He huffs a short, dry laugh.] Of course.

[With that combination of powers, what else but a mythical beast of flame and renewal? Though given that she's on fire against her will, he's rather dubious about her offer.]

Should you right now?

[OH GOD. HE UNDERSTANDS HOW RIDICULOUS IT SOUNDS AND FEELS. Sometimes. BUT STILL.]

Right? I mean, yeh, it fits, but sometimes I feel like it's a bit much? [She shrugs, and the flames coming off her shoulders jump a little higher in response.

Cheeky fire. Just what she needs. Faith snickers and rolls her eyes.]

Oh no, this doesn't hurt me. S'everyone else who needs to worry. This fire's more dangerous than normal fire. [As if to take up less space, she crosses her arms. If she looks like a child who's a bit miffed they got told to sit still for a bit, then... that's not an inaccurate comparison.] Scars and damage from it never go away.

[That information, Henry thinks, seems prudent to note. He glances over his desk for a spare pen, then delicately opens one of the drawers and delicately takes a pen from it. Snatching a spare sheet of paper from one of the stacks spread across the desk's surface, he delicately writes.

Zeal may be great on a battlefield, but it's an inconvenience for mundane tasks where the point isn't to annihilate everything he makes contact with.]

Good God.

[The thought makes him shudder. His experiences with fire in Hadriel has left memories that haunt his dreams. Maketh grotesquely transformed by a wendigo spirit and her terrible mercy killing. Kate's monster and its burning stump, metal melting into skin, the awful consequences of choosing to survive. He can almost smell cooked flesh, almost feel an echo of agony. He remembers battlefields filled with dragon fire.

With a grimace, Henry shakes his head. Her flames is not a particular worry for him, but for others...]

Perhaps you should stay put a while. [And then he adds:] ...Is contact not required for you to heal others?

["Good God" indeed. Her life isn't as great as all the legends make it out to be.

Especially if she brings up bad memories for him. That's the last thing she wants. Good thing she's too busy looking at the flames dancing on her knees to see him grimace.]

Yeh, think I'll stay here til it goes out. [It's ... it'll probably be a bit. Last time, it lasted nearly an hour.] Mm, no? Just got to be close to them. Usually do touch 'em, though. Helps me focus.

Hm. I see. There is no magic capable of healing that exists in my time.

[It seems it's definitely not wise to rely on her healing while Confusion's interference reigns. He sets his pen down once he's done writing.]

I suppose I ought to properly introduce myself. [He cannot recall doing it over the network, so.] Henry Percy.

[He rather hopes that, like Kate, she has no knowledge of nor interest in history. There might as well be some advantage to being over six hundred years behind most people from Earth. Aside from martial skills, that is.]

No? Huh, that's no good.

[People must be really good at medicine and such, to live in a world or time with no healing magic. Seems really inconvenient to Faith, but if it works for them, then... well, what else can they do?]

Oh, good to meet you, Mr. Percy. 'M Faith Carr. Call me Faith!

[You're in luck, Henry! History is not one of Faith's strong suits, so she has no idea about the bad blood that makes you hesitant around Scots.]

When are you from, then?

[Mister. How bizarre it sounds.]

I am a knight. The correct form of address would be 'Sir'. [If she wants to use formalities, they might as well be correct.] Yet if I am to call you Faith, then you must call me Henry.

[Henry picks up his pen again to add her name to his notes. As he does so, he answers her question.]

Thirteen ninety-three.

Ooh, sorry. Sir Henry, then! A real knight, then: That's amazing! God am I glad to know there's a real knight in the Guard.

[Admittedly, Faith's view on knights is rather romanticized, but it's still an impressive achievement, she thinks, being knighted.]

[Henry cannot help himself, and gives a little laugh: that she should show enthusiasm for a Percy, and not, say, a Douglas. He's not laughing at her so much as he is at picturing the reactions of his Scottish counterparts.]

It helps, certes. I can wield every weapon in the armoury and I know how to effectively employ those skilled their use. I know what any force needs to thrive. I know how to defend a populace.

That I may offer something of value to this community is... important.

[There is nothing he hates more than being useless to everyone and accomplishing nothing. Real chivalry is a combination of high ideals and brutality, and he is dedicated to being the best knight he can be. That is why he and Maketh made the Guard in the first place: because of their shared need to act and a desire make a difference through the only means they know how.]

[Hey, a knight is a knight! That's still really cool, okay? Especially if you're a good knight!

Haha. Good knight. She'll have to tell him that one someday.]

Oh yeh, I agree. 'm not so able to do that now -- when I can control the fire, it's helpful, but like this I could just hurt somebody -- but I was actually thinking I might sign up for Guard duty now and then. Actually, I told a friend I would, and I don't want to disappoint the little one!

[See, Shadow? Faith is true to her word. But also, she can help, and she wants to.]

We would be glad to have you, even on a partial basis.

[It would be foolish to do otherwise, given what Faith is apparently capable of. He knows well the value of a willing heart too. He likes to think that it is a shared proactive valour that binds the guardsmen.]

Little one...? [She can only mean Shadow.] Call you him that to his face?

[Henry asks with interest. He hopes so: Shadow certainly deserves to be wound up for once.]

[Faith beams. She gets to work with a knight! Sort of. If they're on shift together. But they're members of the same team! That's a story she'll love to tell when she gets home.

It takes her a second to remember that of course Henry would know Shadow, because didn't Shadow say he's part of the Guard?]

Oooh no, not to 'is face. [~~Yet.~~] I call him Mr. Hedgehog sometimes, though.

[She catches the look on Henry's face though. She'll try it at some point, once she and Shadow are closer. Playful trolling -- that's what friends are for!]

Does that vex him?

[It occurs to Henry that, being an outsider, Faith might think it harsher than it is. Running a hand through his hair, he adds:]

He is a valued member of the Guard, you understand. But he oft enjoys being an annoyance.

[Mostly just towards Henry, because he reacts.]

[Oh don't worry, Sir Henry. Faith understands the need to troll your friends, even if your language makes it seem like you're more serious than you're actually being. But! Since she knows Henry is a knight, she gets that he sounds a bit more grave than he might mean to be.]

Oh yeh, he was givin' me sass when we met, but he's a cute one, isn't he! [Faith thinks the vast majority of people are cute.] Don't think 'Mr. Hedgehog' bothers 'im much, though.

A pity.

[He's smiling, though.]

How much time will you commit to us? We schedule all guardsmen, so it would help if we knew.

[Sold! Faith likes you, Sir Henry. You know when to play games and when to be serious. That's the only way to live!]

Hmm... two or three times a week, I can patrol for a few hours? And of course, I can be on call if there's somethin' to fight. That good? When d'you need people most?

[Henry nods and takes note.]

That would work just fine. 'Tis when crises befall the whole city that our need is greatest.

[If it's possible, Faith's smile widens.]

A crisis is when I'm at me best!

[He somewhat side-eyes Faith at that, and dryly remarks:]

I shall take your word for it.

[He has to question why anyone would be so enthusiastic about crises, however much they allow one to feel as though one is making a real difference.]

[Ah, it's not enthusiasm about crises per se, but more that she's glad to be able to help if there is one. In Faith's perfect world, no one needs a phoenix because they're a phoenix; instead, they just like them for who they are.

Just then, the flames all over her start to go out, like a dying campfire.]

Oh thank god. [Faith sighs as the last of them fade away.] I'm starting to get hungry, but I don't want to burn down the orchard.

Event Log: Dazed and Confused

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