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spellbinders2017-09-01 12:13 pm
lalliho) wrote in spellbinders2017-09-01 12:13 pm
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when everything's made to be broken [open.]
Who: Lalli Hotakainen and ????
Where: Aimintas places.
When: over the week, days 54-57? Ish?
Open/Closed: so open, man.
[ A - MEDITATION. ]
[He's trying to practice mindfulness. It's hard even when you know what it is and the process, so Lalli's finding it almost impossible. His job is to be aware of everything -- every little crunch or rustle or hushed sigh of a predator. Even prey. He was to be one with the forest and all that came with it...or he would fail.
Now he needed to close his eyes and breathe deep. He needed to understand not the world around him, but himself. Why had he pushed his limits as if it was his only choice? Why had he shoved people away when he was afraid of being left alone? Lalli needed to get himself back under control before he destroyed himself and others.
Being able to flip the switch on his Qri-given magic would be a-okay, too.]
Hey. What's your coven ability?
[laziest-sounding interrogator ever...he's trying to be zen, okay!!]
[ B - RITUALS. ]
[He hasn't tended to his wounds. As far as he's concerned, having evidence for himself that he was actually around to help this time was...good. Calming. Besides, as a mage, he has far more important things to attend to.
The Palai don't follow the same gods or traditions as his people do, and it feels wrong to abandon those, but if he could swallow his pride and accept help from an idiot Icelandic mage, he can swallow it again and offer aid where he can to these wandering souls.
The rest of the clean up? ...Not much he can do there, with these twigs he calls arms, but feel free to try and boss him around or tend to his wounds when he's on break from death rites and stuff, or whatever.]
[ C - CUDDLEBUG. ]
[When you're typically repulsed by the human touch -- when every grab to redirect or secure you feels like a rough, deadly vice -- cuddling...does not come naturally to you. Lalli's left fidgeting and scratching at himself, picking apart the weak, fresh scabs forming over the battle's results, because something was off in a way it never had been before. If he'd longed to be held as a child like he wishes now, the memory had long since left him.
He's left with one very obvious conclusion he shares via the signet -- though he also says it aloud in case there's anyone in the immediate vicinity that can help him.]
I think something's wrong with me. Maybe I'm poisoned?
[...Heck. He needs to find Emil and make sure he's okay at least, but... Should he really expose him to this problem? Ugh, quieting fears is so hard.]
[ D - GIVE ME THE WILDCARD.]
[cough.]
Where: Aimintas places.
When: over the week, days 54-57? Ish?
Open/Closed: so open, man.
[ A - MEDITATION. ]
[He's trying to practice mindfulness. It's hard even when you know what it is and the process, so Lalli's finding it almost impossible. His job is to be aware of everything -- every little crunch or rustle or hushed sigh of a predator. Even prey. He was to be one with the forest and all that came with it...or he would fail.
Now he needed to close his eyes and breathe deep. He needed to understand not the world around him, but himself. Why had he pushed his limits as if it was his only choice? Why had he shoved people away when he was afraid of being left alone? Lalli needed to get himself back under control before he destroyed himself and others.
Being able to flip the switch on his Qri-given magic would be a-okay, too.]
Hey. What's your coven ability?
[laziest-sounding interrogator ever...he's trying to be zen, okay!!]
[ B - RITUALS. ]
[He hasn't tended to his wounds. As far as he's concerned, having evidence for himself that he was actually around to help this time was...good. Calming. Besides, as a mage, he has far more important things to attend to.
The Palai don't follow the same gods or traditions as his people do, and it feels wrong to abandon those, but if he could swallow his pride and accept help from an idiot Icelandic mage, he can swallow it again and offer aid where he can to these wandering souls.
The rest of the clean up? ...Not much he can do there, with these twigs he calls arms, but feel free to try and boss him around or tend to his wounds when he's on break from death rites and stuff, or whatever.]
[ C - CUDDLEBUG. ]
[When you're typically repulsed by the human touch -- when every grab to redirect or secure you feels like a rough, deadly vice -- cuddling...does not come naturally to you. Lalli's left fidgeting and scratching at himself, picking apart the weak, fresh scabs forming over the battle's results, because something was off in a way it never had been before. If he'd longed to be held as a child like he wishes now, the memory had long since left him.
He's left with one very obvious conclusion he shares via the signet -- though he also says it aloud in case there's anyone in the immediate vicinity that can help him.]
I think something's wrong with me. Maybe I'm poisoned?
[...Heck. He needs to find Emil and make sure he's okay at least, but... Should he really expose him to this problem? Ugh, quieting fears is so hard.]
[ D - GIVE ME THE WILDCARD.]
[cough.]
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[ he's going to watch in amusement and kind of just... reach over to dab lightly at the pan to clean away the excess. ]
Right. Now we just put it in the oven.
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...Hn.
[Not...sure what he thinks about that. It's nice to hear, maybe? Maybe.]
I don't know what to do. It's going to be weird and scary.
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That's fine. Most things in life are like that, to be honest.
[ a pause. ]
At least, new things are usually like that for me.
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[Once he thought about it...]
For a long time...it was all the same. I had a routine, even if my work routes would change. I was really good at it...and things were good for once. It all started to change really, really fast. I'm getting tired of everything changing really, really fast...
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[ he feels like a broken record, but... his voice will grow softer as he sets a timer. ]
But not all change is bad. But I get that. That when things keep changing so quickly without your permission. It's hard to keep up. Especially when you liked things the way they were.