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hadriel_logs2018-05-27 12:21 pm
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-05-27 12:21 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- agent carolina,
- caedra nisariel,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- curufin,
- dr. lance sweets,
- elena fisher,
- george lass,
- gren,
- jane jones (alice ayres),
- jo harvelle,
- kelson haldane,
- laura palmer,
- leo flynn,
- margaery tyrell,
- michael munroe,
- mokuba kaiba,
- nagito komaeda,
- nick valentine,
- rey,
- seth gecko,
- sonya blade,
- trafalgar law
Event Log: The Beach Episode
Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.
The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.
The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.
And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...► This log covers May 27th-June 10th.
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► If you drown or get eaten by an alien shark, let us know here.
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Ignis doesn't want to fight with her. He doesn't want to fight with her over this, in particular, when it can be such a tender subject for them both for different reasons. In the end, they fight because they care about one another, and are sometimes simply terrible at showing it sometimes.]
Thank you. [Quiet, the words are almost snatched away by the wind when they're murmured softly next to her temple. Fighting might be easier, but not fighting is surely better.]
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So her hand reaches back, pressing gently against his shoulderblade before she pulls away, looking over the shoreline for somewhere less exposed to the wind. )
C'mon.
( There's a rocky edge a few yards down which looks like it avoids the worst of the wind, and it might just be easier to talk there. )
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It isn't a topic easily broached, but if anyone were to begin to try to untangle the knots and ties that bind Ignis so peculiarly to his closest friend, it would be Kate. The person who has managed to get closer to him than almost anyone else.
He doesn't realise how strong the wind had grown until they're out of it, and he exhales sharply when it's no longer pressing against them. Much better.]
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Still, Kate's arms wrap around herself as she leans back against the rock, her gaze fixed on his face, brown eyes dark and inscrutable. It had seemed so simple before, that Noctis was just his friend, his prince. She can understand that. Understand the need to protect him which comes with a lifelong friendship. But it doesn't feel that simple any more, when logical worries and reasons to hold back get thrown out of the window and disregarded. )
I... think I'm missing something here.
( She's done foolish things in the name of protecting someone, followed Marc into a job that tore at every part of the conscience, jumped in front of a dragon in the name of not seeing Faith's fire extinguished. But it feels like she's missing some part of the puzzle that explains just why he went from A to "let's swim in unknown, choppy waters". )
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Perhaps.
[Perhaps... But he feels she deserves some kind of explanation. He isn't used to having to explain this. In their circle of friends, Ignis' particular ways had never been questioned.]
Noct is my closest friend. For a while, he was my only friend. [And he was, for some time, the prince's only friend in turn. Royal lineage and a well-advanced education did not lend themselves well to interaction with other young people their age.] When we met... we were very young. I was six, and he was three.
[In that bright, stone-walled room where King Regis had first summoned him, a nervous six year old dazzled in the face of his country's leader... He had ushered a small boy out from behind his cloak and introduced him in a gentle voice. They clasped hands, Noctis holding on so tightly, and smiling so brightly that the memory of it is still crystal clear in Ignis' mind.]
King Regis asked for me. I think my uncle knew why, when he took me there, but he only told me that I wasn't in trouble... 'this time'. [She knows already how often he took the blame for their joint misadventures. Ignis falls silent for a few moments, as if processing a fleeting memory, then he clears his throat and clasps his hands behind his back.]
One cannot lead by standing still. A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back. [He speaks quietly here, evidently reciting something from memory, and yet the words have so clearly shaped his own speech patterns that they don't sound strange in his voice.] He asked me to stand by Noctis, always, as his friend and his brother. To lend him a hand when the pressures on him became too great. And I-- [Ignis lets out a sharp, quick breath.] I have put everything into living up to the responsibility that was placed on me. I have stepped in wherever I have been needed. I would do anything to ensure that he never comes to any harm. Even at the cost of my own life.
[So, more than just a friend. Ignis sighs, though - a cooling-off period has at least made him aware of one thing.]
... And I may have lost my head, a little.
suffers gently
She thought that was all there was to it, if you replace the names and fudge the ages a little. But it isn't quite that simple. Every quiet word an added burden on the shoulders of a child, where it's no longer suggestions and makeshift family ideas, but an actual job. That he worked for Noctis isn't new, but the scope of how far back that work goes is.
Did he even have a chance to have other dreams? Other options? Whatever words spilled out of their parents' mouths, they came with added echoes - These are Kat's medals. She's already a great athlete. and C'mon, Kat, let's see if you can beat me now! - endless encouragement for things outside of being a good, protective sister.
It was never their parents' fault that her world boiled down to Marc eventually. That the fearless kid who talked to anyone disappeared and let the girl who shrugged off all attempts at friendship surface. How could it be? )
... Ah. ( A lacking answer to all that's been said, for sure, but words don't come easily at the best of times. The weight of everything he's just said weighs down anything else she might want to say, snatches it away like the wind snatches away breath outside of their hastily found protection. Her hand reaches for his without thinking, only to find air while they're threaded behind his back. Long neglected memories surface — the clammy atmosphere of a police station and the pitying eyes of an officer sat opposite her, trying to reassure her that they wouldn't be mean to Marc during questioning, that he'd be treated just as she was - with the advocate beside her as someone to lean on.
"I don't care. I promised I'd keep him safe."
The silence rings in her ears as her hand touches cool, clammy air, and the soft thud of her heart passes before Kate shifts closer, wrapping her arms around him. )
...You... ( It's hard to get out the words when they're the exact ones which would have made her younger self bristle and growl. Even now, the idea brings a stiffness to her spine. ) - can't protect anyone from everything. Not possible to.
( It would be nice to, ideal even, for people like them. But it isn't possible. Even in The Agency, Kate had to accept that. There were times Marc would be injured when she was there, times he'd be stuck in their hospital wing recuperating from a particularly bad mission, and she'd hate every moment. ) I tried. Failed at it.
( She sucks in a breath and pushes down the memories of Marc's blood spilling from his throat and the way the world seemed to slow to a stop, the hours of missing memories after the fact, her arms squeezing just that little bit tighter around Ignis as she does. )
Look. ...You're important to me. ( Understatement, but even those words feel strange on her tongue. It's a long, hard road to finding that sort of openness she had as a child when so much of her life was dedicated to erasing it. ) Not going to tell you to stop trying to keep him safe. Just... I spent a lot of time doin' that. Made me too tired to be there when he really needed me, and I failed.
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There's no resistance to it. There has only been one time when he pushed her away and he doesn't want to have to make a repeat of it. So, he brings his arms up around her in turn and draws her in close to him, almost able to feel the thud of her heart against his chest.
He realises he can't tell her he won't stop trying, even if she isn't going to ask. He can't, because it goes against every instinct honed in him for the last sixteen years of his life. He can't, when he knows without even giving it a second thought that he'd give up so much to keep Noctis safe. That he will give up so much to keep him safe.]
I'll be careful. [That much, he can say. It's still not quite a promise, but it's a something as he runs one hand over her hair and realises that as much as he doesn't want to allow anything to happen to Noctis--...]
... I don't want... I don't want to hurt you, while I'm trying to save him.
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Her head bows and finds his chest, eyes sliding closed as she breathes his soft, warm scent in. When did she get here, where she sinks into his touch for safety, to rid herself of the tension of everything this city throws at them? When did it become so comfortable that she doesn't fear the intensity of it all? )
Don't worry about me. ( The words are automatic from her lips, the sentiment as honest as it is a reflex. All that matters is that he doesn't waste his chances to save Noctis on things like this. She'll go on.
She always has. )
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She leans into him and he tucks his chin against the top of her head. It's the kind of silence he could sink into and never come out of again. Comfortable and warm, and so very safe it could easily be dangerous.]
I don't know why you keep asking that of me. [He murmurs softly, the words coming out almost on a sigh. The honesty behind her words is real, but she's said it before.
'I have capacity enough to worry about the both of you.']
You know it's a request that I'm always going to refuse.
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It makes something in her stomach twitch unpleasantly, brings up that spine-tingling sense of dread. Makes her wonder once again, just why she chases this thing between them, why she wants to hold onto it when it's definitely going to disappear into nothingness sooner or later.
Why does she keep asking that? A million reasons, all of which are better left to a shrug than actual words, her head turning towards the air, towards the scent of sea spray that permeates every other part of where they are. )
Habit.
( And nothing more. )
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Ah. [He mutters. It's not a fight he's ever going to win, he thinks, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop pointing out that he's going to worry for her whether she wants it or not. If she's going to worry about him... then turnabout is fair play.]
You're a very difficult woman. [Ignis sighs fondly, pressing a kiss to her hairline.] Shall we head back?
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She huffs out a noise that isn't quite a laugh, pulling back to glance up at him. )
Since when?
( But, more importantly, she's got a hold of one of his hands, gently pulling him back towards the city. )
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His fingers lace through hers while they walk. It's far more pleasant here than the desert, where walking under the heat of the sun for more than a few minutes felt as if it was frying your brain inside your skull.]
When are you going to be finished for the day?
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She shrugs in response to his question. Harder to tell now, with Hadriel split in 4, Kate's been trying to work out the changes they'll need. New bases (hasn't she been saying that for ages), ways to transport items across islands reliably (that's one of the easier ones), and ensuring communication and structure in each branch. )
Tonight. ...Call you when I'm done?
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The walk back is taken up with small talk and gentle teasing, and he kisses her lightly before he leaves her at the door.]
... I'm glad we talked.
[And he is, though it's given him a great deal to think about.]