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Entry tags:
- *mission log,
- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
- annie westwind [original],
- asuka langley sohryu [evangelion],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- damon salvatore [the vampire diaries],
- elena gilbert [the vampire diaries],
- gildor helyanwe [original],
- lexa [the 100],
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- rust cohle [true detective],
- ryohji kaji [evangelion],
- sam wilson [mcu]
[mission: hyrypia] then the holy paths we'll travel strew'd with rubies thick as gravel
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Graze
WHEN: DAY :014 - 016
SUMMARY: Two days of horseback hunting training, followed by the second round of competition.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This log covers the two days of mounted combat/hunting skills training and the competition which follows. You can find a full breakdown of the events/a place for mini-event specific questions HERE. Sign-ups will remain open until the next event log for the finale goes live, however going forward please make sure to either join the individual event or have a full team selected for the team events. Please be aware that signing up late won't give you extra time to finish your thread to qualify for the finale event.
Have more generalized questions? Drop them on the MISSION: HYRYPIA OOC POST or get in touch with us on the Mod Contact page.))
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Graze
WHEN: DAY :014 - 016
SUMMARY: Two days of horseback hunting training, followed by the second round of competition.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
THE GRAZE
DAY :014 - :015
THE DAY FOLLOWING the festivities finds the majority of competitors and spectators still buzzing with the competition’s failures and successes, but there is little time to gloat or moan about the results. By the time the sun has risen over the graze there's a new announcement: there will be two days of additional training followed by another day of competition. Today and tomorrow will be dedicated to learning skills vital to the hunt.0. TRAINING
THE TRAINING FIELD has become familiar, but the decor has changed- as have the the teachers. Unlike the previous riding and herding lessons which featured ropes and hooks, today's syllabus includes a series of more dangerous tools. The short spears that line the racks may be dulled but they still look painful, and the speed at which they're hurled from the intricately carved Sarvat - the traditional spear throwers - is intimidating.
At first glance, the slings of woven and stained Gryer leather are less impressive-- but the different ammo that can be loaded in them proves interesting: a bio-luminescent tagging liquid that stains the targets that it hits and leaves distinct trails, hard metal weights, and carefully handled poison globes.
Over the next day the envoys are are trained to use the weapons from Elinback in addition to being schooled in a number of simple traps and snares that leave little confusion as to the nature of the next challenge events...THE GRAZE &
THE MINIATURE FINGER MAZE
DAY :016I. THE CHASE
THE HERD of technomanced automaton Gryer sits idle in the knee-high silvery grass of the Graze. They're nothing like the Elin (who exhibit all the traits of live animals); these automatons seem to know only two basic concepts: don't run, and run. Right now they're practicing the former as the competing riders are divided into large, mixed hunting parties. Once the parties have been formed, they take turns taking their runs at the herd. Among the herd of thirty, four Gryer have been painted a brilliant sapphire. To strike one down requires either two metal weights to the head, a spear to the neck piece, or two spears to its midsection.
When the hunting parties take off so do the automaton Gryer. And they're fast, moving as of one mind - a school of mechanical fish through a sea of silver grass. It'll take cleverness, skill and a bit of daring riding to either cut the targets free of the herd or go crashing through among the running Gryer to strike a target down among its brainless brothers and sisters. Once struck enough times or in the right place, the sapphire Gryer will lose power and drive spectacularly into the earth.
The attentive audience (many of them armed with an array of binoculars from their personal belongings) might cheer when appropriate, but due to the distance at which much of the action takes place most of the observation is spent eating, drinking, and enjoying the shockingly pleasant weather.II. THE 75th HUNGER GAMESPURSUIT
THE BREEZE GROANS through the shadowy pocket of the canyon system, whistling tiredly through the coral structures - along narrow bridges and between tight passages. Familiar to anyone who competed in the individual race on Day :013, this shadowy miniature canyon is crawling with automated creatures to 'kill.' The only problem? Beating everyone else to one of them. With the blare of that now-familiar horn, the hunters mounted on their Elin take off into the canyon and rapidly splinter into disparate groups or simply go off on their own into the tangle. It doesn't take long at all to lose sight of other riders, to begin to feel completely alone in the low light of early evening. Mist rises from the canyon floor and the breeze moans ominously through the pockmarked coral structures.
It'll take more cleverness and accuracy than high speed riding skill to claim a prize here. But best work quickly and quietly to avoid having your target poached out from under your nose…III. THE AFTERMATH
THE SECOND CHALLENGE ENDS with a long, mournful cry of the now-familiar horn. All of the possible targets have been captured and to the victors go the spoils in the form of the accumulated scores, carefully kept by the judges. The losers are left empty handed-- at least until the spectators and competitors alike have made it back to the tent encampment. Then their hands are filled with the same liquor and a new spread of simple, filling, and delicious dishes expertly prepared by the servants of the manor.
There’s some ceremony to it - the meat they are eating is the same that they would have served if their hunt had been for something more than machines. However, mostly this seems to be a chance to relax sore muscles. That's aided by the addition of several leather-enclosed tents raised earlier in the day. Once the sun sets, these tents are filled with hot, relaxing steam and lined with benches: saunas! ...which might provide some comfort for anyone not stuck wearing a heavy robe. :(
((OOC Notes: This log covers the two days of mounted combat/hunting skills training and the competition which follows. You can find a full breakdown of the events/a place for mini-event specific questions HERE. Sign-ups will remain open until the next event log for the finale goes live, however going forward please make sure to either join the individual event or have a full team selected for the team events. Please be aware that signing up late won't give you extra time to finish your thread to qualify for the finale event.
Have more generalized questions? Drop them on the MISSION: HYRYPIA OOC POST or get in touch with us on the Mod Contact page.))
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There's... more to it. Colors aren't just always one thing. There's not just one green. And sometimes it bleeds into other colors or becomes them. Like - there's blue.
[ And he gets a sense of blue. Or a sense of how it relates to green anyway. A stormy sea of blue-green, chopped with white. The way that green could fade to teal to something deeper and richer than that. A flash of armor like her own (another lion) and then the color of the sky on a summer day, bright and clean and stretching out to the horizon. ]
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[ His exclamation can't be helped, even when he knows there are more colors to come and knows other envoys could be around and watching. From an outsider's perspective, it must look like gravity is increasing on him as he leans more and more on his staff and poor Pidge to remain upright.
Internally, he's suffering in the best way he ever could've imagined. If he were coherent enough to remember it, this is better than combining drugs and music. The stunning green shifts to blue, and it's easy blend confronts him with a whole new set of emotions. He's calm, he's wild, he's at peace, he wants to leap with happiness and dive deep into this all encompassing color. The mixture of blue and green calls the sea and all her contradictions to mind, and again music swells within him like high tide. ]
(Blue!! It's incredible! It's so like the other, yet so different! It's... how do you find words that adequately describe these?!)
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[ Again, there's the swell of overwhelming emotion and it's hard for her to hold herself up. Still, she supports him, swaying slightly on her feet as the music and sheer amazement wash over her in waves. She isn't seeing it for the first time, but he definitely is and she's happy about that. It's good to feel someone so engaged. It's good to feel that sense of awe. She actually laughs, grinning widely under her veil. ]
( Honestly? We kind of don't. We just have to use words like 'blue' or 'green'. And sometimes people write poems or songs or something, but it's... hard to really convey it without experiencing it. )
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[ Gildor laughs as well, and finally gives up standing. Just eases himself down to the dry earth and sits, not caring how dusty his robes will get, knees bent and staff laid over his lap. ]
(I... I'll make it over to the tents, I promise, I just need a moment-)
[ Because he's quite breathless, and needs to press his veil to his eyes to collect the water gathering there. He wasn't expecting to be so emotionally overwhelmed on their walk, and now that he can feel a few others starting to slow past them, he's trying to reign himself back in. The best way to do that is through a few deep breaths and, much to his regret, mindfully shuffling the two beautiful colors Pidge has just shared with him into his memory, his mind shrouded back in it's familiar blackness. ]
Sorry, I seem to have been momentarily overwhelmed by our Creator's divine grace. Shall we... back to the tent for a bit?
[ He plants the end his staff back on the ground with one hand, and holds his other out to Pidge for support. ]
(Will you show me red when we get there? I've always been curious about red.)
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Uh, yeah. Let's. You look like you need to sit down for a bit...
[ So here she goes, giving him her arm so they cna hobble along. ]
( Don't worry about it. And, uh, sure. I can show you red. It's... different, I guess. A bit louder than blue and green... )
[ She's already trying to think of how she's going to express red. ]
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(Louder hmm? I can imagine now, I think. I've heard songs of it. Oh, and I know it is the color of blood.)
[ He's a bit eager to see what he and every living thing known to him looks like on the inside. Naively eager.
Gildor parts the flaps of the first tent they reach with the front end of his staff and allows Pidge to enter ahead of him. Once past the layers of secure fabrics, he hardly hesitates to pull his veiled hat off, breathing deeply and shaking his long hair and pointed ears free. ]
That real Carbouchians wear all these layers day in and day out for their faith is commendable, but cannot wait to be free of these constraining gloves and masks-
[ This might be the first time they've truly been face to face. Though Gildor cares little for appearances, it's nice to hear and talk freely without the muffling of fabric in their faces. ]
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[ Pidge ducks into the tent and follows his lead by pulling off her veil. It's nice to cool down a little out of sight of prying eyes. She gives him a long curious look and then settles onto a pile of cushions with a faint 'oof'. ]
Tell me about it. Sometimes I think I'm just going to turn into a puddle of sweat.
[ She pauses for a moment. ]
So, uh, let me know when you're ready.
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He settles on a pillow and crosses his legs, sitting up as straight as if he were about to give a performance, almost childlike in his eagerness to continue with this color lesson. ]
Alright. I'm ready.
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[ She folds her own legs and sits up straight, imitating him a bit unconsciously. This is important. She needs to get it right. She breathes deep and then closes her eyes, reaching out to connect with him again. And this time she tries to let memories of "red" bleed through. Stop signs. More armor. A robotic lion. Dark red blood on her hand. The color of flashing, alarming icons. And then a more orange-red - the desert at sunset, stone and sand stretching away to the horizon. Red leaves during the fall. There's a lot to cover and she can only give so much. ]
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I... I don't know if I like this one, actually.
[ The words she had used - loud, danger - and even the words he remembered being associated with the color all ring true. Passionate, alarming, anger, fire. The memory of blood on her hand triggers the smell of it, and an uneasiness begins to rise in him. And as ever, there is music - but it isn't a very relaxing song. ]
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[ She feels a bit bad. Red isn't all bed. There's some great reds out there, after all, and even if humans tend to use it for loud purposes or for warnings, there's still beauty in it. She frowns to herself and tries to focus on something a bit more... positive. She frowns and tries to remember a few things that aren't terrible. Like... poppies. She's seen a field of poppies before. ]
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[ He's starting to piece the others he's just learned together. Green for the grass and leaves and trees, blue for the sky, and red for the poppies. The red itself is still a bit much, but in this setting it's less threatening. The stressful music fades on his command, though something else is quick to take it's place.
Gildor takes the image a step further, inserting them into the setting Pidge has thought up by adding a few more details to the other memory senses. The feeling of sitting in dewy grass, the smell of earth, and a breeze that makes the red petals bob and rustle. He delights in their visualized movement, smiling again from where he sits in the tent - but really, he's reaching for an imagined flower and remembering the silkiness of it's petals between his fingers. ]
Let us stay here a moment. Are there yellow flowers too?
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Yellow? Yeah. Yeah, there are-
[ He's treated to the image of a sunflower field, that stretches out over the rolling hills. It's bright and sunny - well, would be sunny, if he had a concept of "sunny". ]
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[ The red flowers roll away to new ones, bigger ones, and thus yellow is now associated with tallness. That and brightness - he recognizes "sunny" by that feeling of midday. Days of bright sunlight are rare throughout Henge, and memories of them carry a double edge. A love for the feeling of sunlit warmth on the skin, and a pain so intense he has to shield part of himself from it. On sunny days his eyes are burned straight through the lids. Without his glasses he'd be in a world of pain, and-
-suddenly he's very conscious of the fact he's not wearing his glasses. The music grows tense and the image Pidge is so dutifully maintaining for him begins to fade. Within seconds he's wrapped his consciousness back in familiar blackness, and he sits with his head forward, one hand pressed into his eyes. ]
I... I'm so sorry Pidge, I think yellow was a bit too intense after red.
[ He really didn't know what kind of sensory overload he was asking for with those two. ]
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Oh, no, uh - it's fine. I guess it'd be a bit much if you weren't really used to any of it. Sort of like how if you couldn't hear, suddenly hearing a lot of sounds all at once would be kind of overwhelming.
[ She reaches out to lightly rest her fingers on his shoulder. ]
Are you going to be OK...?
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[ Though in the same way Pidge struggles with the idea of living without color, Gildor struggles to imagine living without sound. It's never a thought he wants to entertain for long. Instead he continues to sit for a moment, hand still pressed into the bridge of his nose and eyes shut tighter than usual. A breath in, a breath out, he mindfully works on restoring his own inner calm.
The small hand to his shoulder draws him out of that focus, but not in a bad way. He takes just a moment longer to collect himself and relax his face into a gentle smile for her. His hand slides away from his face and comes to rest over hers. ]
Yes, I'll be fine. It was more a phantom pain than anything real. I'm sorry if you felt it, I didn't mean to share that.
[ That pain which comes with sunlight. He'll refrain from explaining for now to avoid any unnecessary guilt. Pidge has so much to feel good for right now, and his happiness and gratefulness are more than enough to wash away any lingering memories of pain. ]
Thank you Pidge. It was lovely to see color with your help, truly.