Brovo said
the only reason Kiku is alive is because of a 20 roll on survival. She was literally too stubborn to die.
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...Goddamnit Jay-Jay...
Jay-Jay didn’t know how to deal with pressure, or the tension, or the being at the center of attention. It was crazy to think that she’d wished for it not long ago: to be back with people who she had idolised before, and now they all seemed so...fragile? Weak?
...Human?
It didn’t matter what she wished for, then or now.Here she was: highlighted by Atticus as one of the people that would now lead the group to their destination of whatever was made of the white stuff that Thad, or Max, or whatever she was meant to call him handed to her.
She had to admit, there was more than a small amount of pride in Jay-Jay being the useful one. Not Kata, not the demon, not even the fire-host part of her that she seemed more acknowledged as. The group needed her to be...well...her. All magical and shit!
It was good, it felt good and it was scary at the same time. A different kind of scary, though. The kind that puts butterflies in your gut and forces you to either throw ‘em up or burn ‘em up. It was pressure, and it was tension, and it was probably the sort of things that important people had to deal with all the time.
She suddenly felt a whole lot more respect for Atticus. Being important sucked, and the fact that he was the leader of so much tough shit made it even worse. Jay-Jay was nervous about stepping up to the plate on something that there was back up for. Two other people had admitted they could do this job as well. Boss-man didn’t have that luxury, if he fucked up: it was on his head. How did you deal with that?
She cleared her throat and smiled at the various people who addressed her. A nod to Atticus, saying that she could definitely do this whole tracking thing. She hadn’t any magic plans for stopping a god-killing god, but at least she could get them there as soon as magically possible.
She wasn’t that surprised that Siya didn’t know much about her. She wasn’t even that surprised by her obvious deference to Thad. It stung a little, to be so ignored, put pride was a thing for another time. Besides, if Siya couldn’t remember her yet: she’d just have to remember her for later.
She gave Thad a smile as he offered her the chunk of the hair. His smirk gave her a little ounce of his confidence: as if saying ‘do this shit so I don’t have to.’ There weren’t any words exchanged; no offer to take the job or reassurances that there was no pressure. Just that little smirk of confidence. It was...kind. Veti’s devotion to the man started to make a little more sense.
It was amazing to think how much she had held these people on a pedestal. Now, they all seemed so relatable and the tension was starting to melt away. Things were making sense to her...People were making sense to her. She turned her back to the group of people: people who could fail and people who could succeed in just the same ways as she could…
Time to get to work.
She crouched down and started to drag her nail in a circle on the floor under foot. Her entire finger seemed to go effortlessly down to her knuckle through the dirt, stone and grass as if she were slicing through butter with a blowtorch. Soon, a circle was drawn in the dirt, and the mage started to doodle down different runes, Norse runes at that: although she either didn't know or didn't actually care about their origins. It seems that when your magic is the result of training under a demi-god of norse lore, you pick up a bit of the lingo.
After a handful of seconds, the circle was made into an intricate sigil on the ground: etched with runes and scaring the earth with a clear-yet-unknown purpose. She stood up and brushed dirt off her knees, before she put the small tuft of hair in the center of the circle which, in an instant, started to blaze.
“Just for the people who don’t know or just don't remember. I’m pretty much all about fire: most people scry using other means: They read water or tea-leaves or the intestines of sheep or some crap: but I prefer the simple stuff. I’m easy like that. Burning the hair means I’ll be able to see the douchebag we’re after in the fire.”
She paused for a second, as she started to stare more intently into the fire. She was seeing something, it seemed, even as others just saw the dancing orange flames.
’Be careful what looks back, Jay-Jay.’
In truth, scrying is a weird feat of magic. The images were slow to form, leaving Jay-Jay grasping at the smokey images and trying to tame the barren shadows into an actual form. It wasn’t easy, by any stretch: like the images were fighting against her.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” She was muttering out loud, as if talking not only to her inner demon, but to herself also. She gulped as her face become one of actual concentration. The flame seemed to expand, to grow in size and intensity as she worked on making the images clear for everyone, she knew that everyone was eager to see their foe.
...Human?
It didn’t matter what she wished for, then or now.Here she was: highlighted by Atticus as one of the people that would now lead the group to their destination of whatever was made of the white stuff that Thad, or Max, or whatever she was meant to call him handed to her.
She had to admit, there was more than a small amount of pride in Jay-Jay being the useful one. Not Kata, not the demon, not even the fire-host part of her that she seemed more acknowledged as. The group needed her to be...well...her. All magical and shit!
It was good, it felt good and it was scary at the same time. A different kind of scary, though. The kind that puts butterflies in your gut and forces you to either throw ‘em up or burn ‘em up. It was pressure, and it was tension, and it was probably the sort of things that important people had to deal with all the time.
She suddenly felt a whole lot more respect for Atticus. Being important sucked, and the fact that he was the leader of so much tough shit made it even worse. Jay-Jay was nervous about stepping up to the plate on something that there was back up for. Two other people had admitted they could do this job as well. Boss-man didn’t have that luxury, if he fucked up: it was on his head. How did you deal with that?
She cleared her throat and smiled at the various people who addressed her. A nod to Atticus, saying that she could definitely do this whole tracking thing. She hadn’t any magic plans for stopping a god-killing god, but at least she could get them there as soon as magically possible.
She wasn’t that surprised that Siya didn’t know much about her. She wasn’t even that surprised by her obvious deference to Thad. It stung a little, to be so ignored, put pride was a thing for another time. Besides, if Siya couldn’t remember her yet: she’d just have to remember her for later.
She gave Thad a smile as he offered her the chunk of the hair. His smirk gave her a little ounce of his confidence: as if saying ‘do this shit so I don’t have to.’ There weren’t any words exchanged; no offer to take the job or reassurances that there was no pressure. Just that little smirk of confidence. It was...kind. Veti’s devotion to the man started to make a little more sense.
It was amazing to think how much she had held these people on a pedestal. Now, they all seemed so relatable and the tension was starting to melt away. Things were making sense to her...People were making sense to her. She turned her back to the group of people: people who could fail and people who could succeed in just the same ways as she could…
Time to get to work.
She crouched down and started to drag her nail in a circle on the floor under foot. Her entire finger seemed to go effortlessly down to her knuckle through the dirt, stone and grass as if she were slicing through butter with a blowtorch. Soon, a circle was drawn in the dirt, and the mage started to doodle down different runes, Norse runes at that: although she either didn't know or didn't actually care about their origins. It seems that when your magic is the result of training under a demi-god of norse lore, you pick up a bit of the lingo.
After a handful of seconds, the circle was made into an intricate sigil on the ground: etched with runes and scaring the earth with a clear-yet-unknown purpose. She stood up and brushed dirt off her knees, before she put the small tuft of hair in the center of the circle which, in an instant, started to blaze.
“Just for the people who don’t know or just don't remember. I’m pretty much all about fire: most people scry using other means: They read water or tea-leaves or the intestines of sheep or some crap: but I prefer the simple stuff. I’m easy like that. Burning the hair means I’ll be able to see the douchebag we’re after in the fire.”
She paused for a second, as she started to stare more intently into the fire. She was seeing something, it seemed, even as others just saw the dancing orange flames.
’Be careful what looks back, Jay-Jay.’
In truth, scrying is a weird feat of magic. The images were slow to form, leaving Jay-Jay grasping at the smokey images and trying to tame the barren shadows into an actual form. It wasn’t easy, by any stretch: like the images were fighting against her.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” She was muttering out loud, as if talking not only to her inner demon, but to herself also. She gulped as her face become one of actual concentration. The flame seemed to expand, to grow in size and intensity as she worked on making the images clear for everyone, she knew that everyone was eager to see their foe.
I'll have a post up within the next ten minutes. Just giving it a quick once over.
Edit: And it's up.
Edit: And it's up.
I misread the shit out of that as 'Considering'
Today, Panda is the derpy one!
Today, Panda is the derpy one!
I will get a post up soon-ish. Just waiting on the input from AH, who I'm guessing is getting attacked by work related obligations.
Mia was quick to dismiss the idea of a competition, and Bushi almost resigned himself to non-participation as well. It would be far too boring to just feast for no real reason. Gluttony was not a vice he held, and nor did he see any particular pleasure in it.
But then Mia raised the offer of the duel, as well as sweetening the deal even further by giving him an option for 'bonus' tasks. He would get what he wanted if he competed, and more. The idea was pleasant, to say the least and would probably be the easiest thing to do tonight. Everyone else seemed to have let go of their animosity towards Robin's status, but Bushi still felt it as a heavily personal failing. Had he been a touch faster, an inch stronger, a step closer to her...
Perhaps it was his own pride, or simply his own longevity, but Bushi was much slower to forgive than most mortals: be that forgiving foes or forgiving himself. Someone had been injured other than himself, that was a failing. He had not predicted the explosive assault, that was a failing. He could pinpoint every single little thing that he'd done wrong and the consequences were made louder than a crash by the silent space in the circle that Robin used to fill.
"I guess I better accept the challenge then...I think I'll need some Alcohol....Soho or whatever you called it." He wore a smile on his face, masking the overthinker and trying to paint the normal picture of intense, life loving Bushi.
In honesty, I didn't actually do very much. I introduced the key players (bar one) and I set up the chance for future interactions with people...In the futuuuurue.
Post is up.
Matthew tastes delicious, by the way.
Matthew tastes delicious, by the way.
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