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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],
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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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[He probably should have said so before they started this. But it belatedly occurs to him. It belatedly dawns on him he should warn her. He's feeling the fragility, the hope, coming off her. That's what sparks it. If the... blood... triggers anything in his head, she has to know it isn't her fault.]
[Something is broken in his head. Not hers. She shouldn't suffer because of what he can't fix.]
[When she lifts her hand to her mouth, he's struck by how alien the entire process is. Alien like Allura's shape-changing. Or the way the Balemerans communicate with their world. It isn't as... horrifying as he'd expected, from her trepidation. Otherworldly. Bizarre.]
[But maybe he's been around too many aliens to be completely appalled by this.]
[--on the other hand, he's glad he warned her. It isn't long before the smell of blood hits him, and, for a second, the world turns to hot lights and sand. A line of pain scored deeply across his face, the blood of it sticky and blocking his mouth and nose and --]
Right.
Okay.
[Focus. And lean forward. Hesitantly touching his mouth to her wrist in a gesture that feels entirely too intimate for what it is.]
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Except there's something, a brief shift in his world that's gone before she can grasp and make sense of it. There's an instinctive knowledge in her that it's something important, but so is this moment, right here and now. He needs to drink so he can be healed; they can deal with everything else later. ]
It's okay, Shiro. You're gonna be okay. Just drink.
[ That determination is strong, unshakeable. She's standing her ground and he won't be able to fight that stubbornness in her. ]
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[Something almost does. He doesn't know what this memory is. If it's real, if it's a nightmare leftover, or something else. If he really did have the taste of blood choking in his mouth. In his throat. Face burning the slice across his face a brand and he can't breathe.]
[If something happens.]
[Her words. In his head. In his ears. Cutting through the apprehension and rising almost-memory. She's so certain. She sounds like him. Like the faith he always had in the people around him.]
[His whole body shudders.]
[But he does as she tells him. Because she's promising it's going to be all right.]
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It's gonna be okay. You're okay, I promise.
[ And after he's had a few mouthfuls of her blood, she gives a slight tug of her arm, and adds just a little pressure with her hand on his shoulder. ]
That's all you need.
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[He wouldn't hurt her. Not if he can help it. But the memory of metal striking glass, long fractures running through the tube like cobwebs -- it says he may not have a choice, if he gets too far gone in his own mind.]
[Focus.]
[Focus.]
[Listen to Elena. Listen to her voice. She has this controlled. She can handle this. Thoughts he repeats in time to her assurances. Thoughts he doesn't bother to hide. You - she - you can do this.]
[When she pulls her arm away, he doesn't fight. He does cough, though. Trying to shake the last traces of raging memory off him.] Water-?
[No offense, Elena, blood tastes gross when it's not your primary food source.]
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Just as he says she isn't the one she thinks she is.]Water, right. I'll be right back.
[ Blood is gross, but when people are constantly trying to kill you and you have to have a mouthful of it every other week, you kind of get used to the taste. She hopes he never gets to that point, though. She'll make sure he doesn't.
Shrugging quickly back into her layers of scarves, she tugs her gloves into place as she exits the tent, using the darkness and distractions of the evening to cover her as she blurs back to where they'd been earlier. She's back in no time at all, probably just enough for him to take stock of things, and she slips into the tent with a cup of water and something sweet and breadlike in hand. ]
How's the arm?
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[Trying not to let her see him do it.]
[Trying not to leave traces of red on his face.]
[It's mostly gone by the time she gets back. Mostly. If only because scrubbing at it means smearing it more than actually getting it off. He'd been too busy doing so to really notice anything at all in his hand. So when she returns, asks. When she holds out the offering, he's surprised when his arm moves without pain.]
[The half smile for her is a real one, this time.]
Good enough to give Sam his splint back. [A pause, before, more quietly:] How's yours?
[How is her arm, her cut. She was the one actively ... and his mind aborts the thought before it's formed.]
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That smile isn't a bad reward, either. She hopes she can see it more often. ]
It's fine, see?
[ She tugs off her glove again and pulls up her sleeve. There's a slight smear of red from the blood, but beneath it her skin has healed perfectly. It's not even tender. ]
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[If she says it's fine, he believes her. Why would she say anything else? She's not like him, who says things are fine to brush it all off. So he nods.]
I... I don't know how to really thank you.
[Aside from just saying so. Which doesn't feel like it's enough. Not under these circumstances.]
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You don't have to thank me, Shiro. I wanted to help you, and it was easy for me to do it. It means a lot that you let me help you at all.
[ He can't possibly understand just how much it means to her, and how far it will go toward helping her come to terms with what she is now. ]
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[Because as much as he can tell himself it's an alien thing, it's an alien skill, or ability or even just what the symbiote has done to her...]
[Blood is blood. It had the same taste. The same sense in your mouth. He's grateful to her, more than he can say -- and she'll probably be able to sense it.]
So yeah. Thank you.