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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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Isn't she generous? [ He says of Misato, his tone not entirely complimentary. Corrupt means acting as though he owns a piece of everyone, or could arrange to. ] With her words as much as her scarves.
[ Glancing again at Captain Syn, he dips his head to Lakshmi's ear. Whispers: ] I'll let you demand a private audience.
[ To Ilya Mor: ] No, this—this would be more in the nature of an exchange.
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The rest she plays to a role long since dormant but comes back easily. She hovers back, secretive as they are meant to be, she shows her distrust and refined restraint. Her hands paused, half a step behind Rust. Off against his and Misato's boldness. She does her best to be as mildly withdrawn as he gestures forward she finds his hand. An acknowledgement of his words not done vocally.
Plays up to it: her blue and gold embroided fingers that move like theyre not sure they want to touch. To even be seen outside of her long robes. ] Ishq, [ my love, comes the understanding through the symbiote. Affection in tone about why she's here obvious, even if it's in demure disapproval. ] we are... outside of ourselves here.
Do not dishonour me by speaking so openly with... others. [ a wife nagging a husband in tone, and a person of position used to being listened too in all her demands for all she phrases it like a request. ]
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It's a boon, if it all goes smoothly.
[ She can be the greedy one. The overeager one. The one who overpromises, and the one too bold for her own good. The others can take their roles as suited. And so, she takes one step forward, coupled with a nod toward the young Meradan. ]
I must admit -- it would be hurtful to our standing if you were to reject this exchange we offer, so I hope you understand why we must request privacy, at least in the interim.
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Ah, politics.
[What a tragedy. Gathering his heavy fur lined cloak around him, Ilya Mor leans forward in his seat and touches his partner's hand where it's draped thoughtlessly across his thigh.] My wind, it seems I've made a terrible mistake and now have obligations. Forgive my absence?
[Gris Syn tips her head toward him, still clearly listening to the conversation she's in the middle of. Her bead black eyes give the Carbauschians a swift evaluation, then diverts back.] I'll see you tonight.
Lovely. [He sweeps her hand from his thigh, kisses it, and tucks it cheerfully under the edge of the thick blanket draped across her lap. Then Ilya Mor sweeps upward, his heavy cloak swirling about his legs and the beetle shell embroidery of his coat glinting in the brazier light. Two other Meradan - bodyguards of some kind, or young officers minor enough to find themselves in possession of the duties of one - separate from their company when they spot him rising.]
Come along. It's colder than I like here anyway.
[It's a quick jaunt over toward the Meradan tents of the camp. The tent Ilya Mor and company leads the hosts to is large, and sectioned into two chambers inside: something that's clearly a casual antechamber, the rest some mysterious private chamber that takes up half the tent and is hidden behind a heavy curtain. It's warm here, humid even thanks to boiling water, and the Meradans all shed their heavy cloaks with great cheer. Chairs are provided. Drinks are poured. Ilya Mor doesn't sit, but only because he seems tired of being so idle.]
Now, what's this offer?
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He lets Misato take the lead as they're ushered to the Meradan section of the camp. ] ( Think we fucked up, not getting her attention. ) [ An observation tinged with urgency, a sense of shifting equilibrium. Can they compensate for it, that's the important thing.
He sits after Lakshmi does, looks sharply to her before clearing his throat. Starts out in tones of forced joviality, irritation slowly leaking in. ] Well, I don't know about you, but I've had enough of arcane rituals. Games where your opponent not only determines the rules but refuses to tell you what they are.
[ A pause, to let the anger ebb from his voice. ] We're here to offer transparency. [ With a delicate strain of self-deprecation: ] That least Carbauschian of boons.
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( We'll get her attention another time -- or through him. )
[ As swift as the way she follows, also choosing to stand at a choice corner of the room with arms crossed, as if her role is done and that she's deferring now to more refined minds. ]
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[ She sits beside Rust, at odds with Misato, her back stiff and shoulders rolled back under her long robes. Her attention kept without strict direction - oh, how she loves veils. She could be yawning under here for all they knew. ]
If the price is worth it. [ Is the unimpressed, bored drawl. The counterpoint to Misato's eagerness, Rust's ownership. ]
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He fixes Lakshmi with a look, a flashing smile. He must be very charming in circles where all that matters is being good looking and reasonably intelligent.]
Did you have something particular in mind, my-- forgive me, how would you like to be addressed?
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( He wants you to like him. )
[ Lakshmi can press for better terms with her disinterest, while Misato plays at being impatient and anxious, eager to close the dicey deal. ]
Our style of honorifics would take the entire day to explain. You can call me Wille. [ With a nod toward Rust: ] Sehen. [ And Lakshmi: ] Wahrheit.
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( Then he can keep trying to earn it. )
[ her hands settle flatly, waiting for whatever Rust had to angle that way, let him start to become desperate for the words then, him and his smiles and all. ]
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Ah, I shouldn't be telling you this—and I'm scarcely an expert on the subject—but traditional Carbauschian custom holds that anything said in front of more than one person [ a glance at Ilya Mor's retinue ] is performance, it's the presentation of, let's say, a composite self. Exaggerated. Compromised.
Only in private can we be our authentic selves. [ A delicate pause, a lingering look at Lakshmi. ] Of course I don't believe in such things, but— [ He adjusts one of her scarves. ] She's very devout.
As for a price, I'll be honest with you. [ Rust leans fractionally forward. The hand atop Lakshmi's goes still. ] We need to know you're gonna be dealing with us alone. No other envoys, no other Carbauschians. Has anyone approached you?