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middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
The lack of leadership is interesting, perhaps they have to vote on every decision they make as a group?
"We cannot leave and would not, until your people are safe once more." Lan Wangji confirms, "I can heal, but it will take a lot more energy than usual here. It is mostly energy based, allowing you to heal faster." He holds up a hand and makes it glow with Qi.
"A little like how your forever ones communicate."
He looks around at the remnants of any settlments.
"Otherwise I am also inclined to investigate the route cause of your problems. I am not any good at construction, my apologies. When did the storm first begin?"
"We cannot leave and would not, until your people are safe once more." Lan Wangji confirms, "I can heal, but it will take a lot more energy than usual here. It is mostly energy based, allowing you to heal faster." He holds up a hand and makes it glow with Qi.
"A little like how your forever ones communicate."
He looks around at the remnants of any settlments.
"Otherwise I am also inclined to investigate the route cause of your problems. I am not any good at construction, my apologies. When did the storm first begin?"
"You wish for us to fix the bridges?" He says out loud, pondering on what to do next.
"Are you the guardian of this place?" he asks, still feeding energy, seeing if he can adapt his own to make communication easier. "What has happened here?"
"Are you the guardian of this place?" he asks, still feeding energy, seeing if he can adapt his own to make communication easier. "What has happened here?"
Wangji will greet Hemla as he passes, possibly exchange energies and ask;
"Can you direct me to the sages house?"
"Can you direct me to the sages house?"
As they close in to their destination, the air becomes lighter from the faint remainders of the red colouring in the air; the birds don't seem to be swooping around as much this way, or making their flight patterns take this obvious open space into account for whatever reason.
But the two Voidtreckers will feel it, at a point. Once the sali has answered the question, the three have chatted a bit, there is an even more noticeable shift in the air: a near tangible pushback. It's not impenetrable, but there's something discouraging in going against it. A weight on them, a prickling at their bodies.
The sali with them will not notice it, but they'll be drawn into a private conversation at the same time, by their own crystal, unbeknownst to the pair.
'You bring strangers. Speak now - are you sane?'
A positive answer will concede the air some around the group, if with still a discomfort persisting. One that Wei Wuxian may feel as familiar, with his dealings with Hemla.
But the two Voidtreckers will feel it, at a point. Once the sali has answered the question, the three have chatted a bit, there is an even more noticeable shift in the air: a near tangible pushback. It's not impenetrable, but there's something discouraging in going against it. A weight on them, a prickling at their bodies.
The sali with them will not notice it, but they'll be drawn into a private conversation at the same time, by their own crystal, unbeknownst to the pair.
'You bring strangers. Speak now - are you sane?'
A positive answer will concede the air some around the group, if with still a discomfort persisting. One that Wei Wuxian may feel as familiar, with his dealings with Hemla.
It's...it's okay. There's reassurance from the statue, which is about as much reassurance he's going to get for the current situation, and...honestly, he believes it. He wants to believe the statue, and the part of him that had been starved for love for so long will always have trouble doubting that much sincerity and compassion.
And gods, he is tired.
"Okay," he says quietly. "Thank you." For helping Potato. For caring at all, let alone so much. He still doesn't know who or what the statue is, but he is grateful.
He sets his pack down, removes his blanket, wraps it around himself, and settles down into the long, soft grass with his pack under his head like a pillow. Within seconds, he is sound asleep.
And gods, he is tired.
"Okay," he says quietly. "Thank you." For helping Potato. For caring at all, let alone so much. He still doesn't know who or what the statue is, but he is grateful.
He sets his pack down, removes his blanket, wraps it around himself, and settles down into the long, soft grass with his pack under his head like a pillow. Within seconds, he is sound asleep.
The project is acknowledged, accepted; gratitude being offered the reach of Leia's force. Still the two energies do not want to mix, but it gives a slight defence against the worse of the uneasiness Leia could be feeling. Not much in this state of emotional charades, but it gave the statue some confidence in pressing a bit more, in trying to communicate.
They're never quite words, but they manage to form them to one's senses through emotion, through suggestion. Leia's attentions are tugged gently to the East, with the impression of Home given. The colour of red, sky - wariness, danger.
Minds being twisted, made unstable.
The statue then recedes in the connection, before bringing Leia's attentions to herself, to her throat.
Her words are understood, and fine.
They're never quite words, but they manage to form them to one's senses through emotion, through suggestion. Leia's attentions are tugged gently to the East, with the impression of Home given. The colour of red, sky - wariness, danger.
Minds being twisted, made unstable.
The statue then recedes in the connection, before bringing Leia's attentions to herself, to her throat.
Her words are understood, and fine.
The gratitude wanes in place of relief for the energy being supplied. Reaching out to the statue isn't as untrustworthy as it is in the air around them, but there is still a difficulty, a discomfort in the attempt. Though there is an acceptance too, an attempt to aid; holding onto that line between them.
They don't speak in words, but as they suggest by feeling, it is stronger this time as they attempt to explain:
I will fix bridge. Your energy.
I protect this island.
Storm came. Attacked. Storm - unstable energy. People unstable.
They don't speak in words, but as they suggest by feeling, it is stronger this time as they attempt to explain:
I will fix bridge. Your energy.
I protect this island.
Storm came. Attacked. Storm - unstable energy. People unstable.
Another two pulses in agreement, once, twice. For both questions, and then a brush of gratitude mingles in the air around Wei Wuxian. Perhaps later, some day, they will be able to speak better. But for now, Hemla wishes to convey as they can, what they can.
And at this time, their gratitude is endless, to know that their people on the islands will have aid.
And at this time, their gratitude is endless, to know that their people on the islands will have aid.
For a split second, Ryo is grateful for the clearing - grateful that the terrain has opened up, that they're close to their destination, that he can Sense the Forever One in the building, or at least in that direction.
And then the foreboding feeling hits him, and he skids to a halt. He hasn't survived this long by ignoring his instincts, and something here feels wrong - potentially dangerous. Like a warning.
"Do you feel that?"
And then the foreboding feeling hits him, and he skids to a halt. He hasn't survived this long by ignoring his instincts, and something here feels wrong - potentially dangerous. Like a warning.
"Do you feel that?"
Ryo and Potato will not have to worry, for as long as they rest. The air of the islands is naturally cold, but they will not suffer it, the pampas-esque grass an extra barrier to the warmth that Hemla continues to exude, making sure the cold never reaches their rest.
And as for them, they will work. On some temporary means of protecting Potato, but also the others from lands unknown. Lands not close to theirs. Seeing them even in the dead of night as clear as day: seeing them by the energies that course through them, the threads that are so different to the people of the islands.
But also seeing a connection in them, a similarity, another energy separated from their own that outlines their beings. Disconnected - and yet not - from their own energies.
They work, with a tired enthusiasm that led them to become a Forever One in the first place. For a land they love with all their heart, and a people. Any people.
It instils in Hemla's gift of warmth the sense of security that drives them all night.
And as for them, they will work. On some temporary means of protecting Potato, but also the others from lands unknown. Lands not close to theirs. Seeing them even in the dead of night as clear as day: seeing them by the energies that course through them, the threads that are so different to the people of the islands.
But also seeing a connection in them, a similarity, another energy separated from their own that outlines their beings. Disconnected - and yet not - from their own energies.
They work, with a tired enthusiasm that led them to become a Forever One in the first place. For a land they love with all their heart, and a people. Any people.
It instils in Hemla's gift of warmth the sense of security that drives them all night.
She's about to think about whether to say that she thinks that she didn't hear or feel anything, mostly hesitating because she doesn't just want to ruin the child's dreams..
.. but then she realises that maybe they did call them here. The train responds to distress signals, right? Maybe those Forever Ones were the ones who sent those out, who drew the train here.
"We did receive a call.." That's not a lie, right. She can totally say that and not feel guilty about it. "We didn't know who it was from though. But.."
Madoka's voice momentarily trails off as she pushes some more debris off the beam.
"Ah, wait.. I think I can almost lift this to free you now! Does it hurt a lot..?"
.. but then she realises that maybe they did call them here. The train responds to distress signals, right? Maybe those Forever Ones were the ones who sent those out, who drew the train here.
"We did receive a call.." That's not a lie, right. She can totally say that and not feel guilty about it. "We didn't know who it was from though. But.."
Madoka's voice momentarily trails off as she pushes some more debris off the beam.
"Ah, wait.. I think I can almost lift this to free you now! Does it hurt a lot..?"
"I'm okay!" The sali assures; nevermind that it hurts to the point of being numb, and that they'll likely be getting up with a limp. But the sali doesn't want to worry about that, not when they promised to help.
"Pull it up! I'll take my leg out!"
Plus, they don't want to be stuck here!
"Pull it up! I'll take my leg out!"
Plus, they don't want to be stuck here!
Curufin is in search of tools and materials to fix the bridges, and as he heads east, he comes across the statue. What a strange figure! But he has seen stranger things in his own world. Also, Elves communicate with all sorts of things that are not human. He feels the oddness of that trapped energy, and he has the feeling of being watched.
He stands beside the hooded stone figure, lays a hand on its arm, and speaks. "Are you alive? I'm Curufin Feanorion, an Elf of the First Age of Arda. Not that you'd know that place, but that's who I am. I'm here with the Voidtrecker Express, and we're here to help. Who are you?"
He stands beside the hooded stone figure, lays a hand on its arm, and speaks. "Are you alive? I'm Curufin Feanorion, an Elf of the First Age of Arda. Not that you'd know that place, but that's who I am. I'm here with the Voidtrecker Express, and we're here to help. Who are you?"
Edited 2021-09-16 23:47 (UTC)
If Jingyi expects an answer from the older, captured sali, he will only be disappointed. He only gets glares and attempted wiggling out of his bonds.
The young sali breathes a sigh of relief as the air changes near the shelter. She stops moving as the Forever One speaks within her mind. She's safe even if these outsiders are planning something.
'Great Forever One. They say they're here to help and have spoken to another Forever One already. They stopped one of our own from attacking in their confusion, but they also weren't afraid to fight either. And they made me lose track of my woolie!'
To her, this is still a great injustice because she just got her job.
The young sali breathes a sigh of relief as the air changes near the shelter. She stops moving as the Forever One speaks within her mind. She's safe even if these outsiders are planning something.
'Great Forever One. They say they're here to help and have spoken to another Forever One already. They stopped one of our own from attacking in their confusion, but they also weren't afraid to fight either. And they made me lose track of my woolie!'
To her, this is still a great injustice because she just got her job.
"Inside," the young sali says as she feels herself step into the better air. She's safe now. The Forever One will know what to do.
'I am. These outsiders say they are here to help and have spoken with Hemla. I bring them because I believe you will know what to do with them better than me. And maybe you can help one of our own who is acting strange.'
The young sali looks at Yondu.
'One outsider has red eyes, but he still seems to have his mind.'
'I am. These outsiders say they are here to help and have spoken with Hemla. I bring them because I believe you will know what to do with them better than me. And maybe you can help one of our own who is acting strange.'
The young sali looks at Yondu.
'One outsider has red eyes, but he still seems to have his mind.'
Jingyi was still in the process of catching up, carrying the older sali who does an impressive imitation of a worm that Jingyi occasionally has to heft up and shift his hold on, when the wiggling gets too squirmy.
"I'm not happy about this either," he says, gaze dropping down as he follows the scent trail after Ryo. "I don't think anyone enjoys being carried as an adult."
He wonders at any exceptions?
He does eventually catch up, appearing with the trussed up sali in his arms, unharmed but rather surly looking. The off feeling hits him when he reaches Ryo, and he frowns.
"Yeah. Something doesn't like us." He glances down at the older sali. "Really hoping this helps with your head, Uncle."
"I'm not happy about this either," he says, gaze dropping down as he follows the scent trail after Ryo. "I don't think anyone enjoys being carried as an adult."
He wonders at any exceptions?
He does eventually catch up, appearing with the trussed up sali in his arms, unharmed but rather surly looking. The off feeling hits him when he reaches Ryo, and he frowns.
"Yeah. Something doesn't like us." He glances down at the older sali. "Really hoping this helps with your head, Uncle."
"We do not know First Aid. You speak of healing?" One of the Sali held a hand up to the others, they lowered their weapons though they kept hold of them.
"The storm brought the birds or the birds brought the storm. Though storms have came before we have never had birds before." They explained, stepping forwards.
"Many of our own got lost in the storm, they are still to return home."
"The storm brought the birds or the birds brought the storm. Though storms have came before we have never had birds before." They explained, stepping forwards.
"Many of our own got lost in the storm, they are still to return home."
"You were tasked? By who?" There's curiosity but also suspicion. They glance at each other at Elidibus' words and for a moment there is another hushed conversations, with many glances at the three... four of them.
"You may give your message to us. Each of us represents our people, there is no need to go further."
"You may give your message to us. Each of us represents our people, there is no need to go further."
If Masumi is looking around she will find some tracks. They might be footprints though they are quickly distorted as if something or someone has been dragged across the ground.
Cassie's investigation of the bodies will find multiple injuries on each one, some seem to be caused by the crash but the more serious ones are claw marks, large gashes on rake down their sides. She will also find some feathers embedded in them, if she touches the feathers she will find them as sharp as knives.
Inside the craft it is dark and quiet. Items are spilled about, knocked over from the crash. From the distance he will hear a faint crashing sound... As if objects are being moved and thrown around.
Cassie's investigation of the bodies will find multiple injuries on each one, some seem to be caused by the crash but the more serious ones are claw marks, large gashes on rake down their sides. She will also find some feathers embedded in them, if she touches the feathers she will find them as sharp as knives.
Inside the craft it is dark and quiet. Items are spilled about, knocked over from the crash. From the distance he will hear a faint crashing sound... As if objects are being moved and thrown around.
The feeling just seems to come from within though there isn't a specific pull to either entrance. However as they are looking for a path they will find their way to the slightly open gate.
Luckily following the eather does weave them around the markers, finding a path between them, avoiding whatever they are, though the feeling of exhaustion on those with spiritual powers only grows more heavy as they move towards the entrance.
Luckily following the eather does weave them around the markers, finding a path between them, avoiding whatever they are, though the feeling of exhaustion on those with spiritual powers only grows more heavy as they move towards the entrance.
People have come before Curufin, and there is some form of charades the statue has found in initiating conversation without words. A pat on Curufin's shoulder in greeting by an invisible hand, a slight ticklish sensation to it.
Which continues on, a feeling of someone reaching out by the contact of Curufin's hand on its arm. With an unfortunate prickling to his energy, it asks - though it can only doing so through implication, feeling, than with actual words:
Connect. Us? Warning, pain.
They want to connect, but there is the threat of discomfort, some pain.
Which continues on, a feeling of someone reaching out by the contact of Curufin's hand on its arm. With an unfortunate prickling to his energy, it asks - though it can only doing so through implication, feeling, than with actual words:
Connect. Us? Warning, pain.
They want to connect, but there is the threat of discomfort, some pain.
'Bastard storm,' the Forever One hisses, for other reasons than any shared by the young sali. But for the uncle and their glares and foul mood, Jingyi will suffer their wiggling no more - when they slump unconscious, weight now sagging.
'You,' the Forever One directs their attentions back to the younger sali. 'Go - if you can't stand up to our people, search the buildings, make sure none are harmed, tell the ones who listen to come back here. I will deal with these two, three. And stay safe,' they added like a frustrated aunt, more warning, but still with the edges of concern. 'Stay alert. You are one of us.'
Which is another way of saying, you are strong, in this context. Poor sali is likely more used to the more calming tones of the Forever Ones of the East, but Enshala has no time for that.
As Jingyi and Ryo will learn, as there's a tug to their bodies that pull them forward, a sharp pain in their mind as they feel - not a suggestion, but a command:
Come.
They will know the way, led there, with only some of the uncomfortable feeling leaving.
'You,' the Forever One directs their attentions back to the younger sali. 'Go - if you can't stand up to our people, search the buildings, make sure none are harmed, tell the ones who listen to come back here. I will deal with these two, three. And stay safe,' they added like a frustrated aunt, more warning, but still with the edges of concern. 'Stay alert. You are one of us.'
Which is another way of saying, you are strong, in this context. Poor sali is likely more used to the more calming tones of the Forever Ones of the East, but Enshala has no time for that.
As Jingyi and Ryo will learn, as there's a tug to their bodies that pull them forward, a sharp pain in their mind as they feel - not a suggestion, but a command:
Come.
They will know the way, led there, with only some of the uncomfortable feeling leaving.
There's a silence from the young sali that Ryo doesn't quite know how to parse, but he is grateful for Jingyi's arrival, even if it means bringing the older, decidedly not peaceful sali with him.
Slightly less reassuring is when said older sali abruptly goes limp, and a moment later a presence forces itself into his mind. If speaking with the Forever One on the central island had felt like a needle slid under his skin, then talking with this one is akin to getting stabbed by that same needle. There will be no gentle feelings of care and concern from this one, will there.
He glances sidelong at Jingyi - he's not the only one who feels that, right? - and starts moving in the direction he's being pulled - a direction that matches where his Sense tells him the Forever One is. "We should get moving. I don't think they'll like it if we make them wait."
Slightly less reassuring is when said older sali abruptly goes limp, and a moment later a presence forces itself into his mind. If speaking with the Forever One on the central island had felt like a needle slid under his skin, then talking with this one is akin to getting stabbed by that same needle. There will be no gentle feelings of care and concern from this one, will there.
He glances sidelong at Jingyi - he's not the only one who feels that, right? - and starts moving in the direction he's being pulled - a direction that matches where his Sense tells him the Forever One is. "We should get moving. I don't think they'll like it if we make them wait."
The young sali's ears flop flat to her head, concerned that she had upset the Forever One so soon after being old enough to finally help the community. However, now she had a new task given to her, and she won't give Enshala a reason to get more upset with her if they were.
'I will go. Thank you, Forever One.'
She shoots both Ryo and Jingyi a look before bounding off to the nearest building. She'll call out for anyone hurt or stuck out loud and through her gem. The audible calls are intermixed with calls for her woolie.
'I will go. Thank you, Forever One.'
She shoots both Ryo and Jingyi a look before bounding off to the nearest building. She'll call out for anyone hurt or stuck out loud and through her gem. The audible calls are intermixed with calls for her woolie.
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