thebastion | Day 134(+135?)

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Day 134(+135?) | Dry Lightning

Who: Tris, Briar, Rosethorn, and EVERYONE IN BASTION. Yes. All of you. Including the dragon. They will find you c:
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Where: All over the bastion. There will be a note on the monument, then Tris/Briar/Rosethorn may just come find your character (If that is all right-)
When: Day 134, (135 if needed-)
What: After the events of that gathering and the arrival of one of their teachers, the Winding Circle mages think everyone needs to meditate. Its a good idea. It will help. Really. And no, they don't plan on giving much of a choice.
Format: Will match!
Warnings: Will edit if any are needed!

It starts with a plate of cookies (The ones Tris pretty much always makes), and a piece of paper stuck out by the monument. The paper shows a figure, with an upset face and leaking lines of some sort, then the figure settled in a circle in what should be a fairly standard meditation seat, then the figure again, although this time with a smile and no leaking lines. Completely clear, right?

It gets a little more vague. This looks like the shape of the Bastion, with a bunch of figures in it. One even looks like a dragon. The figures are all inside a circle right after that. Is that clear? No?

Well, there are three mages looking to talk to the residents of the Bastion today. Tris, Briar, or Rosethorn can explain. And they intend to explain to everyone why its a good idea.

(OOC: You can : Pick a location and a mage (in the headline) if you prefer one, or just a location and whoever is on will jump at you.

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[Tris might notice that one of the people who seems to have the most trouble with her power and control is suspiciously missing, and has been for several days since the last team arrived back from the Skyway in not the best condition.

She didn't get lost or anything, and she's not deliberately hiding. But she is kind of... hiding.

Tris might need to poke around and ask a few people if they know where Rin is at, but eventually if she searches and questions enough she'll be directed to the hospital where there is, indeed, one tailed half demon huddled beneath a massive pile of blankets.]

[ Trouble with power and control really does mean that Tris ought to find her. She knows that all too well.

So this is why the redhead ends up studying the blanket pile. Sure, it took her a bit, but...

Well, she doesn't look impressed. ]

If you're sick, my brother and his teacher are healers. The kind that have a bunch of medicines, and know how to use them.

[Rin's voice comes out muffled, her tail giving a slow, lethargic sweep near the floor from beneath the blanket pile.]

I'unno what's wrong with me... I've never been sick before...

If you're interested in staying put and little else, there's a definite chance of you being sick. Otherwise, it might just be that you drained yourself.

[ Chime is watching that tail, Rin. ]

[Don't do it, Chime D:]

Mn... no, that's not it...

[Slowly, she sits up, barely able to keep her head from drooping the second she's upright. There are some dark circles under her eyes in spite of sleeping a lot, and she looks like she hasn't been eating much, either. There's a gauntness to her face that isn't normally there, even with their often limited resources. That and the general sickly color to her skin is a pretty good indication that she's actually ill for the first time in her life.]

There was this... fire suppressant stuff at the observatory. I wound up under it and I've felt like shit ever since...

And your .. powers, are with fire, aren't they?

[ That could be a lot like using a great deal of magic, to Tris's experience. She taps one arm lightly. ]

I've given magical power to others before. How do you fare with volcanic heat? Its not the same as fire, true, but it burns anyway.

Mhm...

[Rin nods, huddling in on herself. Even with the blankets on her legs, being out from under them made her feel unnaturally cold.]

Uhm... I'unno. Might be hot enough? My flames run pretty high...

I've used it to help someone shape glass, so it ought to be.

[ Tris looks about, tugging the cloth over her mass of braids off before pulling a chair closer. Chime takes the cloth and flies over to sit on the end of the bed, as Tris finds a braid with a black tie at the end and undoes less than an inch of it.

The palm of that hand radiates heat now, and she carefully holds her hand out. ]

In terms of heat, how does this seem to you?

[ Make sure its good before she offers more, that's what this is. ]

[Rin forces herself up a little more, groaning against the ache in her bones. From the outside she was exhibiting a lot of flu-like symptoms, but internally it was more like her inner fire was only burning at half strength.

Reaching a tentative hand out, she let her fingers linger over the heat.]

Lot warmer than I feel right now.

I suppose you don't usually feel your own flames, then.

[ Tris takes her glasses off, and stares at Rin a bit. The faint silver sheen to the girl looks worse than usual, and as she concentrates, that internal glow that she'd focused on before looks... a bit pathetic at the moment. ]

The way your magic looks is just plain different, so I don't know if anything I am about to say will make sense to you. When you draw on your fire, you let some of it out, right? Instead of drawing on the fire inside you, I want you to try to draw on the fire under your hand. It might feel like a coil.

Not really. I always feel warm, even when it's cold out. When that... stuff fell on me, though, it was like somethin' was squeezin' my heart.

[Yeah that inner fire of hers looks about as good as she feels right now.]

Uhm...

[Wow this is reminding her a lot of her training with Shura. But she did manage to light the candles the way Shura wanted her to, eventually. Right. Okay. She can do this.

She hopes.]

O-okay...

[ Tris has a hold of the power as well, and will help Rin draw it in if.. drawing it in actually works. If it doesn't, then this probably won't work out. ]

That sounds like this might help. A little, at least. Your flames are tied into you a little more than this is tied into me.

[ At 'this' she shifts the fingers on the hand holds the volcanic heat. ]

You can try to imagine it like catching the fire with an end of a stick, or candle. Collect what is under your hand, and bring it in.

I was kinda born with it...

[Not that she knew that for fifteen years.

There's another nod, and she lets out a pent up breath before pulling in another one. Out, and in, slow, even breaths. That's what Bon did, and she was trying to do the same even though she had very little practice with it.

Slowly the heat starts to come towards her hand, actually turning in to small, curling flames, orange at the base but becoming blue as they get closer to her palm.]

[ Tris was about to reply, but well, she's doing meditative breathing now. That's a good sign, but its less of a good sign how uneasily she started.

Definitely something that will be worked on.

She waits until the flames are mostly, if not completely, in Rin's hand before she says anything. ]

That's usually how it is, at least with the magic home. Whether anyone realizes what you have is magic or not, that's up in the air.

[She has picked up a few things from Bon. She's just not that good with what she has learned yet.

The flames curl around her hand, blue fire licking across her skin with no ill effects. She's not completely warmed just yet, but it's getting better and chances are high she'll finally be able to recover over he next couple of days.]

Most people where I'm from don't have anythin' like this. It's a demon thing, more than a human thing. But humans can used tamed and allied demons to have some kinda power. It's just not the "born with it" kind.

... thank you. I wasn't sure if I was gonna be okay after all that.

[Another day, another expedition. And look at that, more cookies! Colin will NEVER turn down such a ready source of carbohydrates and sugars. He snags a couple of cookies in hand, and he regards the sign curiously.]

[Having been out hunting most of the morning, Alucard is unaware of the sign on the monument. In fact, he just got back, looking a bit like a cat does when they just spent the day successfully killing and eating small animals minus the smugness.]

Most mages are academic - it means they have power inside them, and they use tools and spells to draw it out. Few mages are ambient - they pull power from outside them. I get mine from the weather.

[ Tris doublechecks that the braid is tied off snugly. ]

A lot of academic mages don't acknowledge the existence of the ambient mages. My family thought I was possessed, or cursed. I suppose hail indoors might look like that.

[ Tris waves a hand. ]

No problem. I did something much more silly than being in a wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up draining myself, more or less. I could help, and it lets me get to my point in being here.

[Rin listened, even if she didn't completely understand it. "Magic" as Tris knew it wasn't present in Rin's world, and though she had called the demon's flames by the same name as far as Rin knew it that wasn't really the case.

But she wasn't about to argue it either because what the hell else do you call a demon's power?]

Lotta people thought there was somethin' wrong with me, too, growin' up. I didn't have the flames but I was still stronger than I should've been and I never got sick. People were... afraid of me.

[And she was alone, and angry, and hated every second of it but couldn't change her situation no matter how hard she tried to be that "gentler person" Shiro wanted her to be.

But she didn't want to dwell on that right now now.]

Your point?

Until I turned 11, no one even considered that bulling the fat girl was why the weather turned weird. Even now, people are afraid of the girl with weather in her hair. Even if I pull hurricanes off of fishing fleets.

[ She settles her glasses on her nose, and studies Rin. ]

I know that its different magics, different powers, different worlds. But meditation can really help with control. Its the first thing the four of us were taught, and if you're worried about going out of control through meditation, one of our teachers is here. If her circles can't keep everything in, then mine can. Even if you don't call it magic, another teacher said it was worth it anyway, due to simply being alive.

... And we're getting the whole of Bastion in on it as well.

[This is clearly an advertisement of some kind, although whoever posted it has a lot to learn about clarity. Judging by the vanishing stink lines, it seems to be some sort of statement about the general hygiene (or lack thereof?) of the Bastion's population. Maybe it's suggesting a visit to that onsen.

Whatever the message, she might as well snack on some of those cookies while she's pondering.]

[1140 shards. Patchouli actually bothered to count what she'd been slowly ramping up since her arrival. Averaging out to thirty a day. Her use on the Skyway was limited. Sure, her magic was strong, but it was whittled down significantly from its usefulness back home, and she could only use it three times a day.

However, she knew that, yes, that was soon to change! Yes, she would just need to get hold of a weapon. There were a few in her mind already. Of course, another problem reared its head quickly.

Indecision.

She badly needed advice. Whether or not she could get it remained to be seen. Also, something to take the edge off would probably help, but she will deny it strongly.]

Heh. I've saved entirely cities before and people are still afraid of me. I guess that's just how it's gonna be, yeah?

[The mention of meditation makes her frown, but not as much as Tris might have expected. Three months ago, it would have been a different story, but recent happenings have pushed her in to realizing her own limitations to a painful degree.]

... okay.

Ragnarok noticed the cookies first, of course. He loves good food, and Tris makes good cookies. By now, Crona has figured out that cookies from Tris is how the woman calls people to inportant meetings. So while the weapon covers Crona's hair in cookie crumbs, the meister tries to make some sense of the drawing.

AZ has, by now, set up a small camp for himself and his Pokemon by the western ranch and farmland. It's not as if they need much - AZ has gathered some grass for a pillow and his jacket keeps him warm enough.

Still, he makes his usual rounds for the day, and eventually comes across the monument and its drawing. The cookies look inviting, but he hasn't been specifically offered any, so he keeps his hands to himself. Floette floats just above his shoulder, and they both examine the drawing.

... It's a little hard to miss them, given his massive height.

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Day 134(+135?) | Dry Lightning

Hosptial - Tris

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Monument - Any Mage Will Do

Near the entrance to the Skyway - surprise me

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Monument - open to whoever!

Near Skyway - Anyone will do

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