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hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-11-14 07:35 am
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- akira kurusu,
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- carlisle longinmouth,
- charles yvry,
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- elena fisher,
- fingon,
- floki,
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- laura palmer,
- lup,
- lyanna stark,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- nagito komaeda,
- nick valentine,
- oscar,
- sally face (sal fisher),
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- scott ryder,
- staci pratt,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- the disreputable dog,
- tinya wazzo,
- will graham,
- yusuke kitagawa
Event Log: Memories Past
Who: Everyone
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!
What: Memory Share Event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 14th-20th
Warnings: Please remember to tag all warnings for memory shares!
Have you ever looked through someone else's eyes? Heard through their ears, spoken with their tongue? The gods have tried to teach some of you empathy, but it's time you learned the hard way, exactly what the others here have been through. For a week, every time you brush skin to skin with someone, you'll experience a memory of theirs: happy, sad, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it feels real to you.
The first touch may come as a surprise- it lasts only for a split second but may feel like an eternity, where you're trapped in someone else's memory. After that, it could be more expected, and some may even figure out how to control it and share specific scenes from their past with others. Or, you might wear gloves and long sleeve shirts for awhile, nobody's judging.
Maybe curtail the handholding for awhile- or go right ahead, if that's your thing. After all, you never really know somebody unless you've walked a mile in their shoes, right?► This log covers November 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die in a memory, you don't die in real life, but if you do die in real life please let us know here.
3 maybe?
His first aid skills are solid by now, after all the time he's had to learn, but what he's never quite been able to figure out is whether he can use his own magic for healing. So he's asked for a demonstration - or an explanation, at least. Some idea of what Pell does, how it works.
It probably won't help him figure out his own magic, but it's something.]
Do you need an injury to demonstrate on?
[He's probably got a bruise someplace...]
switching to 5 as discussed, and the forest sacrifice for adam?
If you think you can sense what I'm doing, yes. If you were har I could tell if you're channeling the proper energies, but our magic is not alike. It's best to see it, to feel what you're doing... and even being told I was doing it right my first time healing practically was a learning experience. I could cut myself? Just a scratch.
[ No, Adam says, he's got bruises, and rolls up his sleeve to reveal one on his forearm like he bumped his wrist. That'll do just fine, Pell tells him, and says to breathe and focus on the sensation -- and he doesn't have to touch to heal, but it helps with humans especially. And it's instinctive, as he's found it soothes the patient. So he doesn't even think about it now, but the second they make contact the clinic fades away.
--
Pell and Cal, a blond har possibly recognizable from his stint in Hadriel, are on horseback. They’re being led towards a town in the distance, and Pell feels distinctly uneasy about their escort. The feeling intensifies as they get up close, and it becomes clear that this is no town after all -- it’s a stinking husk of one, made sadder by the fact that the humans who used to live here must have been decent and affluent. The houses, now destroyed and crumbling, look like they used to be charming. And ‘stinking’ is literal. The abandoned streets are full of trash and corpses, human and animal. Pell feels his stomach turn as they’re led through the streets to the town hall, somehow still intact. A sign out front declares this place Phesbe.
The hara here don’t look much like what those in Hadriel have gotten people accustomed to. They share the same androgynous features, but none of the long-flowing hair of Pell and his fellows. No, these hara look more like soldiers, their hair shorn all or shaved, their skin tattooed, and all in black leather armor. They allow Pell and Cal to gather some things from their pack horse before heading inside, and the town hall reeks of sickness and smoke. These people clearly care for nothing except themselves and their horses; this town is just a pit stop of ruin.
“We are fighters, not thinkers,” the har who led them inside says bluntly. He looks like their leader. “We have no time for Saltrock fancies here.”
“Quite,” Cal comments dryly, but Pell’s gaze drifts away.
He catches sight of someone lying motionless in an area set up as sleeping quarters, a hideously emaciated har with dark hair and filthy clothing. The leader catches him staring. “Leg broken,” he explains. “The bone came through. Time says he might not heal.” But he draws them away then, and the memory seems to skip ahead, fading and blurring but not quite ending. And then Pell is approaching that huddled mass of har, drawing the blanket away. The smell of sickness and rot intensifies.
“Why have you no healers?” Pell asks, trying not to gag.
The har only glares at him, either uncaring or wishing for death rather than aid. Pell reaches for his leg, and his whole arm goes numb with cold. The pain and infection, the brokenness of it makes him want to pull back. He doesn’t. But it makes him nauseous and he isn’t sure where to start.
“Why bother?” Cal asks at his side, but Pell ignores the question. He’s going to bother. “I suppose you are going to invoke water elementals to get rid of the dirt?” he continues, cheerfully sarcastic.
Pell ignores Cal again, the tone making him angry, and speaks directly to the injured har. “Have you water here?”
“Don’t waste your time playing with me!”
“...find some water, Cal. Please.”
Cal sighs. “All right, all right. If you must. Don’t make a habit out of this kind of thing, will you!” And then stomps away to find water. Pell turns back to the har, speaks to him softly and receives only venom in return.
“I despise you! I hate you that you can help me!”
“Hate me all you want,” he says, but soon enough Cal is back with water and the leader of the soldier-hara has come to see what Pell is doing. He’s wary, expecting the other to complain, but there’s no commentary at all as Pell works. He cleansed the wound as best he could, placed his hands on the leg to apply his will. Anyone viewing the memory will be able to sense what he’s doing, manipulating his energies and forcing them into the damaged limb, visualizing crushed bone knitting back together.
It’s his first time putting these skills into practice, and for someone so very injured and ill. It takes him awhile -- he loses the focus and finds it again, keeps working.
“The bone is shattered. Why have you done nothing for him?”
“That’s none of your business,” the leader says, sounding cold. “Anyway, you’re helping him now.”
Pell continues to work, and he can feel the sickness clearing but the har is weak and there’s so much damage to the bone itself that this will take repeated treatments. Still, the pain is dramatically aided. And so Pell asks his name again.
“Cobweb,” the injured har tells him, and the memory fades. ]
perfect!
Which means that even though he knows this isn't a great time to touch someone, he doesn't think to stop it until that memory washes over him, dragging him under for a long moment. It feels so real.
And in return -
--
This memory begins in an island of stillness in the the middle of chaos.
Adam is there, in the center of a pentagram he has only just thrown himself into. Outside the pentagram are a collection of other teenagers - one of whom is Ronan, also living in Hadriel now, though he's younger in this memory. He is on the ground, having been smashed in the side of the head with a gun. That gun is in the hand of an adult man, and it's being held on one of the teens. One of Adam's dearest friends, now meant to be a sacrifice.
When Adam speaks, within he seems utterly certain, as if this is the only possible course of action. And it is, because a sacrifice must be made, and so he gives up the thing so important to him, the thing he's worked so hard for.
"I sacrifice myself."
One of his friends shouts, denying this, and there is a crackle in the air. The ground begins to shake. The trees are moving, leaves and branches falling, the teenagers yelling in surprise and fear. The man with the gun stands, thwarted anger on his face.
"What would you know what to do with power? What a waste. What a fucking waste."
He raises the gun, points it at Adam, and pulls the trigger. The bullet does not hit Adam, because the magic does not allow it. Instead, it is simply gone.
His friends are horrified. The man drops the gun. The trees begin to speak.
A stampede of strange forest creatures bursts into the clearing. They part neatly around the pentagram, leaving Adam in utter safety. His friends find shelter. The man who had the gun tries to enter the pentagram, but Adam, who now has the gun, does not allow this. It all happens very suddenly. When the stampede is over, the man is on the ground, dead.
The memory ends.
--
Adam blinks, pulling his arm away in a motion more instinctive than anything.]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but - I saw something.
[His first reaction is to apologize, because Adam kept secrets about his own life for so long that privacy is incredibly important to him. He can't know how personal that memory was. Maybe it was nothing - but maybe not.]
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No, it's my fault. I forgot about the whole... [ He gestures in the air as if to indicate "all of this" for the gods' antics. ] May I ask what you saw?
[ His life.... has some questionable moments. Nothing he's done wrong, nothing he's ashamed of, but it can be a bit much at times. Especially for humans. ]
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[He says it with a quick smile that's maybe a bit awkward. Neither of them meant for this to happen, after all.]
I saw you arriving at a town. Rundown, maybe it was - attacked? They had injured, and you tried to help, though it seemed like no one particularly wanted you to.
[It's not the sort of thing Adam would ever have seen at home, and if he hadn't spent a couple years here he might have been shocked. But he's seen enough, been through enough, that all he feels is sadness for what was and some admiration for Pell's own efforts. He tried, even if he wasn't appreciated for it. That means something.]
Did you... see something too?
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[ That should be all the explanation necessary, he thinks, unless Adam has more questions. The one the human asks is harder to answer. Pell doesn't quite understand the situation, or the magic he felt in the memory. ]
You were in a forest with several others, and a man with a gun. He was going to kill one, but you said you "sacrificed yourself" and then... that isn't quite what happened. Did the forest protect you?
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[He already knew Pell was a good person, and the sort of person who tries to help others. If anything, seeing that only solidified that knowledge, and gave him a little more insight into Pell's magic. If that will help his own, he doesn't know, but it might.]
Yes. That's where I got the power that I have.
[It's a long story, and strange, but Pell has already seen the crux of it, so Adam can skip most of that.]
I made a deal with the forest - I offered it myself in exchange for its power. Mostly I did it so that that man, Whelk, couldn't get it. He was already a murderer. A person like that having that power... it would have been bad.
[To say the least.]
I didn't know what I was getting myself into. There wasn't really time to think it over.
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[ But then it's Adam's turn to explain, and Pell tilts his head curiously at how the human speaks of the forest. Like it's sentient... sapient? An entity somehow, and he has a million questions. ]
What were you getting yourself into? It is some kind of being? Like a guardian or spirit, or... you can draw power from the plants themselves? I don't really understand what the power is, though I'm glad you got it rather than him.
[ He hesitates, adds one last thing. ]
And didn't have to die. That's always unpleasant.
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[Adam struggles to explain something even he doesn't know how to define.]
It's sentient energy, maybe. The power of the ley line given form. I can use some of its power if I try to, but I don't always know how. And it can choose to do things on its own through me, too.
[Which is not always the most reassuring thing, but since it's usually acting to protect him, Adam can't complain too much.
He thinks over what he's heard. That world sounds so different than his own, harsher.]
There must be things besides fighting. You have this magic, and you don't seem warlike yourself - surely not everyone is inclined towards violence.
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[ Pell shakes his head a little at that last, and tries to clarify. ]
I'm not Irakka or Varr. I was incepted in Saltrock, they're peaceful. And the Varrs use war as a means to an end, not as all they are. Perhaps I shouldn't judge the Irakka on only what I've seen, but... I haven't heard of them doing anything but fighting, either. It's not a tribe I'd want to stay with, we left quickly.
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[Though sometimes the ways it tries to do that are also scary. But Adam's gotten better about understanding that, too.]
Where did you go after that? It seems like you've lead a really eventful life - at least up until coming here. Now we're all kind of stuck in place.