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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],
- matrim cauthon [wheel of time],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- 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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And then it had all gone out the window. ]
I'm not falling down either.
[ She's determined not to waste her second chance. Even if it hurts, even if she doesn't know what she's doing. She doesn't want to sink back into oblivion or let herself give up, even if it would be easy. And it would be easy to just stop. To just curl up and refuse to leave her sleeping bag or bunk and she doesn't think anyone would try to stop her.
But she'd be giving up on herself. ]
I just-
[ She can't explain any of that. She can't put it into words without feeling like she's being weak or whiny or a scared little girl. ]
Just. Never mind.
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Never mind what?
[ Try skips through his mind, pressing where Bellamy stops short. ]
You can tell me.
[ By which Bellamy really means he won't think less of her for whatever she's holding back. ]
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I already... died. Once. I don't - I can't do that again. I gave up.
[ It hurts to admit, but she had given up. She'd been an empty hsell in a hospital bed, curled up and oblivious to the world. ]
I don't want to do that - I can't do that again.
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[ Dogged stubbornness even in the face of death was something Bellamy can provide. Asuka's mind is like ground glass against his own. It isn't enough to get Bellamy it disengage. His hand leaves her shoulder but the mental connection remains, holding strong. ]
We won't let it come to that. I won't.
[ This promise is bigger than Bellamy. He relies on the Nest's instinctive tendency towards self-preservation. It'll carry Asuka through, and Bellamy can be trusted to keep her hooked in if she falters. ]
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She doesn't know if she really wants it or not. Maybe she should reject it out of spite. ]
You can't promise that.
[ Her tone is wary and low and disbelieving. ]
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[ Fervent, undeterred by the sharp snap of her mind. It sparks a specific memory: Octavia's fists and screams, blood in his mouth, grief choking them both. The backlash from settling in too closely against Asuka's mind doesn't measure up against that. ]
You can trust me, Asuka.
[ Moving earth and sky in service of protecting someone he cares about is either one of Bellamy's finest attributes or biggest flaws, depending on who you asked. But it made him reliable in this promise, at least. ]
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...OK.
[ She's looking at her feet, not at him, hands clenched into fists, fingernails digging into her palms. Hating herself for the word. ]
wrap this y/n?
Okay.
[ Sealing this pact with as little fanfare as possible. Bellamy doesn't want to keep pushing her, not when he's already gotten her to take a lap. ]
Come on. We can get a plate from the buffet table.
[ And break up some of this tension. ]
y!
[ This still feels like a betrayal of herself in some ways. But food sounds good. Even if her appetite is horrid. She starts to move,
stiff at first, but starting to loosen a little as she tries to let the tension drain.
It's not much, but it's a start. ]