(open & closed )

[multivitamins]

Who: Eddie and anyone who wants to be in on it.
What: Open log for Eddie in November.
Where: Clinic, Lake
When: Now and anytime in November.
Warnings: None, will update where needed. Will also be happy to match format.



(clinic)

[ It's taken Eddie a while to get himself to the clinic, which in itself is a surprise. Back home he's always in and out of the pharmacy picking up prescriptions for his mother and himself or even in and out of the emergency room when his mother is convinced Eddie has caught something or has sustained an injury. When you and your mother are on a first name basis with the nurses and doctors it's never going to be good. Thankfully the last time Sonia Kaspbrak threatened the hospital with a lawsuit she didn't bother to see it through.

Hadriel is a weird place and in all the chaos of arriving and finding his way around, Eddie has come to terms with the fact that going to the clinic is going to be a nightmare. He's already heard that inhalers are in short supply and going there would mean finding out what else he can't have or receive. "Asking the Gods" is something, but just how many times will someone have to ask for medicine on his behalf? The whole thing is overwhelming enough that the thirteen year old hesitates in the doorway of the clinic. What if they try and fix his broken arm and it just goes weird and never works again? What if, what if, what if?]


This is shit. [ Words, quiet and huffed are enough to get Eddie moving again. Sure, right now he knows there's going to be some things that mean some kind of hard work ahead, but at the end of the day Eddie can only remind himself that he didn't survive getting eaten just to chicken out going to a clinic of all places. What was the worst that could happen?] Uh, hello?

(lake)

[ Despite being on a hitlist for the Null, Eddie has finally decided that he needs some "fresh air", or as fresh as it gets in a cave of all places. Everyone is so well intentioned and helpful, not one person that the teenager knows of has agreed to outright murder so he's not too concerned in the fact that outside could wind up bad for him. He's not even going too far either, finding the lake and sitting near the water as he frowns into the distance. It's been a month in this place from what he can tell, a month and no way to go home yet. There have been people saying they've been in this place for extremely long times and Eddie isn't even sure if he could stomach being around that long. Surely the air would run out at some point??

The logistics of it still elude Eddie at points and for now he's going to settle with throwing rocks into the lake, trying to get some to skip with moderate success and completely unaware that the deeper part of the lakes would be one of his worst nightmares.]

(spire 3, 701 - locked to ignis)

[ Eddie knows that all things considered, both he and Richie have landed on their feet when it comes to the apartment they chose, solely for the fact that such an awesome guy lives above them. Ignis didn't have to help them out, but he has been and Eddie is quietly grateful for that and the fact Ignis can cook amazing things. They would probably have starved or caught scurvy if left to their own devices. Eddie isn't sure if someone could die from eating nothing but junk food, but they would have given it a darned good shot regardless.

Someone with great hair, cooking skills and a funny accent is always going to have a fan in Eddie, so when Ignis goes to another room there's zero shame when Eddie gets up to take a quick look around. It's an idle curiosity, the kind that slowly burns out as one gets older. If the other has something he feels the need to hide then Eddie knows it's for the best he knows now and not later when shit is going down, right?? That's what he keeps telling himself as he takes a swift glance around, slowly pulling a drawer out to peer into it and blinking as he pulls out one of two daggers.

Eddie isn't an expert when it comes to weaponry, but even he gets the feeling these aren't for chopping potatoes.]

Uh?

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[multivitamins]

[ So it's true; everyone in a small town does know each other. It's the same in Derry but Eddie had always wondered if that was just a Derry thing or not. There's a good moment of silence as Eddie wonders what it would be like to run a kingdom. All that politics, dealing with enemies, sorting the problems and making sure everything went smoothly. No thanks.]

Seven does sound like a lot of Kingdoms to be running at once. [ Eddie concedes to that easily, relinquishing his hold on the dagger the second Ignis takes it back. It's such a cool thing but at the end of the day it's not his weapon to be keeping. That and Eddie is too busy looking suitably chastised when the other starts talking about belongings. Ooops.]

Right. What's the best way to ask, I mean it's a bit weird to just say "Hey I want to look through your things."

[claritatis]

[Ignis might not have known her at all had he not rescued her from the coliseum. Being a member of the Guard certainly helps when it comes to getting to know people right from the outset of their stay. She seemed to be settling in fine, from the last communication from her that he saw, so he wasn't too concerned for her welfare.

He pats the boy on the back, very gently, and gestures for him to take a seat on the sofa.]

Why don't we start with you asking the questions I'm sure you want answers to more than that one.

[multivitamins]

[ Eddie, despite his outward stubbornness and defiance, is easily encouraged to sit down on the sofa. The realization he now has free reign on all questions is more than enough incentive, that and Ignis is still old enough to be considered an adult to Eddie. They're normally the ones in charge no matter how useless they can be back home.]

Any question?

[ There's a lot of things that Eddie could ask and he knows it, sitting there and frowning slightly as he racks his brain.]

What's your home like? Or your world? They can't all be the same, right?

[claritatis]

[Of all questions, he didn't quite expect that one, but luckily enough (or unluckily, depending on how much information Eddie is actually expecting to get out of asking), Ignis is intimately aware of many things about his own world that many of the common people may not know.]

My world is called Eos. [Simple, to start.] Legend tells us that it was created by a race of beings from a higher plane, of which six, which we call the Astrals, formed a key part. [He smiles slightly, clasping his hands together.]

This race retreated from our world, but the Astrals did not. We recognise them as a race of their own and they are worshipped, much like gods. I can tell you about the early years and wars of modern civilisation, the politics and royal dynasties, the myths and legends... what would you like to hear about?

[multivitamins]

[ Astrals? It sounded like Gods, multiple, and Eddie gives a small nod as he listens to what Ignis has to say. Unlike other adults, Ignis has a way of talking that makes listening easy. There is a genuine interest because it's akin to hearing about Mars from an actual martian, it's something Eddie knows he'll never see.]

So. The astrals are still around and you can see them and stuff? And they're powerful but they're not the God Gods? What are they like?

[ Of course the kid avoids the politics and goes for the powerful beings as a topic of conversation.]

[claritatis]

[He had a feeling that would be what Eddie would focus on, but then, at Eddie's age, it's probably what Ignis would have wanted to hear about as well.]

Capricious. They have their own agendas, though they seem to want to protect Eos... in their own way.

[Ignis rises quickly and moves back to the same cabinet where his daggers are held. He comes back with a slim notebook and a pen.

Possibly to the boy's relief, he doesn't hand it over. No need to take notes, here.]

They are the Hexatheon. [He writes that down, then the names of each in bulletpoints as he speaks them aloud as if reciting a poem.] Titan, the Archaean, steadfast as stone. Ramuh, the Fulgurian, sharp as lightning. Shiva, the Glacian, gentle as snow. Leviathan, the Hydraean, relentless as tides. Bahamut, the Draconian, unbending as iron. Ifrit, the Infernian, fickle as fire. Since time immemorial, they have watched over Eos.

[For a moment, he gently taps the pen against the side of the written names, then sets the notebook and pen down on the table in front of the couch.] They rarely speak to mortals directly.