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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. ]
no subject
[ what he'd done. the light goes out. her hands curl into fists, holding herself back. her heart pounds in her ears. it's not the same. it's not the same to be held responsible for his own actions as it is to be treated like she has been treated for no reason but how she looks. ]
no subject
( it's not as if it's any secret, how ravkans feel about the shu. the fear of something vast and unknown compressed into a fear that's smaller and more immediate.
fear could be useful, of course, and a tool he had become rather adept at, for that matter. but it's a juvenile, petty little fear that's very human. )
But I think it says more about you that you haven't run, yet. That you're still prepared to help.
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No one has looked at me the way Ravkans do since I got here. Whatever Shu Han looks like on Earth, it doesn't incite the same kind of hatred in them. [ and there must be a shu han, she thinks, if there is a ravka in russia, like natasha knows. ] But it made me realize that ... the other Grisha don't look at me that way, either. We serve the King, but Grisha have never been accepted as Ravkan any more than I am.
no subject
( his ancestors hadn't been much better, truthfully. a pity, too. he'd had great hopes for the lantsov kings, once. for what a partnership between the second and first army could truly mean. )
Have you ever considered seeing it, Shu Han?
no subject
[ she scoffs. it's absurd. ravkans are not a people of wild imagination, and poor ravkans even less so. she has not the opportunity. will never have the opportunity. so there's no use imagining it. ]
no subject
( his brow furrows. it would surprise him, of course, to learn this was true.
granted, the shu han were not known for their warmth, even toward their own, but. but perhaps that wasn't the worst thing, given the rumors that had been filtering through. of how those experiments have born fruit. )
no subject
[ distancing herself utterly from any alternative identity, any complexity around that point, was the only way she had survived. she doesn't even remember which of her parents was shu or where they came from. what could it possibly mean to her? ]