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WHO: alina & anyone
WHAT: powers practice! & misc other slice of life opportunities related to thessyx departure, mole mission, and disappearances
WHEN: mid-july
WHERE: the memorial wall or theater roof
NOTES/WARNINGS: none yet
WHAT: powers practice! & misc other slice of life opportunities related to thessyx departure, mole mission, and disappearances
WHEN: mid-july
WHERE: the memorial wall or theater roof
NOTES/WARNINGS: none yet
& powers training
[ thanks to balthier and the rest of the aid station workers, alina recovers quickly from her mild sinkhole injuries. the bruising has vanished, and aside from a little weakness that's more a result of taking it easy for a couple weeks than anything else, she moves as she normally would again.
which means she can train as she normally would.
usually, she's either with nina or kirigan, and they try to stay discreet. there's only so much that can be done, however, for keeping flares of sunlight subtle. it flashes like a piece of metal glinting in the sun from the roof of the theater, just out of view, coaxing someone up to fix it. but there's no metal, and there's no sun peeking around or through the dragon's wing, let alone the endless cloud cover. just alina.
standing on the roof, hands out, holding a tiny basketball-sized sun in her palms. sweat beads on her brow, and she gasps, letting it evaporate all at once as her shoulders slump with released tension. her chin drops against her collarbone, her hands to her side, and she turns to walk a few paces like she's just finished running a lap.
using her power makes her skin glow. it leaves her energized, humming. but it's work. ]
& etc.
[ when she isn't training, she can most often be found wheedling the aid station workers to let her go on the trip to the mole habitats — which they are reluctant to do given how much time she'd spent there recently — or cleaning up after the talent at the theater which requires the break down of props and the recycling of costumes for the next show.
elsewhere around the base, she can be found nosing around the bunks and their adjacent lockers. kaz brekker is gone. when she goes looking for him, she finds his locker hanging open, emptied. dread shoots through her like a bolt of lightning. if the general had already found it, then he'd already know that someone from their future had been here. he'd know that there was a chance alina knew, that alina was lying.
a community outreach volunteer finds her sitting down on the bunk opposite that locker, her hand still over her mouth, a deeply troubled expression on her face, and lets her know that the items had been collected to be redistributed.
'i'm sorry,' they say patiently. 'was he a friend?' alina laughed.
later that week, she can be found just outside the base with mud all over her hands and knees. the mud leaves her bare hands red and irritated from its acidity, inherited from the rain, but alina doesn't flinch. ]
[ thanks to balthier and the rest of the aid station workers, alina recovers quickly from her mild sinkhole injuries. the bruising has vanished, and aside from a little weakness that's more a result of taking it easy for a couple weeks than anything else, she moves as she normally would again.
which means she can train as she normally would.
usually, she's either with nina or kirigan, and they try to stay discreet. there's only so much that can be done, however, for keeping flares of sunlight subtle. it flashes like a piece of metal glinting in the sun from the roof of the theater, just out of view, coaxing someone up to fix it. but there's no metal, and there's no sun peeking around or through the dragon's wing, let alone the endless cloud cover. just alina.
standing on the roof, hands out, holding a tiny basketball-sized sun in her palms. sweat beads on her brow, and she gasps, letting it evaporate all at once as her shoulders slump with released tension. her chin drops against her collarbone, her hands to her side, and she turns to walk a few paces like she's just finished running a lap.
using her power makes her skin glow. it leaves her energized, humming. but it's work. ]
& etc.
[ when she isn't training, she can most often be found wheedling the aid station workers to let her go on the trip to the mole habitats — which they are reluctant to do given how much time she'd spent there recently — or cleaning up after the talent at the theater which requires the break down of props and the recycling of costumes for the next show.
elsewhere around the base, she can be found nosing around the bunks and their adjacent lockers. kaz brekker is gone. when she goes looking for him, she finds his locker hanging open, emptied. dread shoots through her like a bolt of lightning. if the general had already found it, then he'd already know that someone from their future had been here. he'd know that there was a chance alina knew, that alina was lying.
a community outreach volunteer finds her sitting down on the bunk opposite that locker, her hand still over her mouth, a deeply troubled expression on her face, and lets her know that the items had been collected to be redistributed.
'i'm sorry,' they say patiently. 'was he a friend?' alina laughed.
later that week, she can be found just outside the base with mud all over her hands and knees. the mud leaves her bare hands red and irritated from its acidity, inherited from the rain, but alina doesn't flinch. ]
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Perhaps getting the truth is more trouble than it's worth, so she eventually shakes her head dismissively and decides to play along. They both know she knows it's something else, but she'll allow her to save face.]
It's not a bad idea. I have it mapped in my memory, but this doesn't help anyone else. [She nods toward the base, indicating they should head back inside.] Can you chart by description?
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[ rather, it would be decent for directions, but it'd make a poor landscape map without an ability to make anything to scale. certainly not the kind of thing a cartographer would proudly put in the hands of her people. ]
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I see. Well, I will be returning in the morning if you would like to accompany me then. If you can be timely.
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[ alina's not opposed — she's been wanting to make sure the hatchlings have their own maps of the region since their comms devices' access are apparently limited to childe-approved missions. but she's surprised to hear that eivor will be going back out. ]
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[The implication is that the crew isn't as thorough as she would like, or the moles' invasion wouldn't have happened in the first place. But she's not going to say this out loud.
She motions toward Alina's hands.] You will need to better your footing, though.
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We could probably both stand to get cleaned up.
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[Alina doesn't strike her as being particularly physically strong, so she's impressed that she's not visibly affected by the poison rain that leeches into the mud. It's a strange realm, where everything is poison or otherwise seemingly incompatible with life.
She starts toward the base again.]
It would be worse if you were caught in a downpour.
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[ she'd notice if it started drizzling, certainly. alina rubs her hands together to get more of the dirt off, the burning feeling settling into an impossible-to-ignore itch that tells her she's lost at least some patches of her first layer of skin. it's not the worst pain she's withstood stone-faced.
but she walks with eivor towards the base. ]
Did you find anything out about why those things came tunneling this way?
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The beasts we were sent to cull when we first arrived. The ones like rats. Their dens appear to be close enough to the moles where they were disrupted by our presence. I do not know why they chose this direction.
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she worries at her lip as they cross the threshold back into camp proper, where people move more freely in small crowds around them. ]
Do you ever get the feeling this whole planet hates that we're here?
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I do not know how life survives in this realm at all. Poison rain; poison plants.
[She shakes her head, then pauses for a second.] Did you see that the Thessyx did not leave the shadow of the dragon? Perhaps they know something they are not sharing with us.
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Does it offend you?