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Yuja Wightshade ([personal profile] likethestars) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2023-08-18 03:44 pm

[open + closed prompts]

Who: Yuja Wightshade + Others
Where: Various
What: Catch-all
Warnings: possible spoilers for Endwalker and Pandaemonium raids



Feel free to toss a starter at me or feel free to HMU at [plurk.com profile] rubberspaceducky, shoot me a PM for plotting, or hit up my plotting comment (tba when the event goes live).

Will match prose or brackets.
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-19 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Erichthonios offers a meek smile in response to the declaration.]

Ah... I pray you forgive me for insisting upon your stay.

[He shifts the bundle of stems in his arms; sunflowers and scented geraniums, delphiniums and daisies. An assortment, as he has no idea what she likes, or even if she has a favored color.]

I... brought you some flowers. To brighten up your environs... and to bring a bit of the world to you.

[Seeing as how her injury has put their travelling plans on hold.]
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-19 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Smile brightening at the good news, Erichthonios makes his way over to her bedside.]

Mostly, I have been aiding those we brought back from the desert in building housing for those here. But, having heard about all the wildflowers blooming, I thought to take early leave for a while to see the spectacle for myself.

[Recalling his first foray into the field of wildflowers, he grimaces momentarily.]

I... do not advise going near the poppies without a mask.

[Did he learn that the hard way? Yes, he learned that the hard way.]
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-19 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...Some of the flowers have... unusual properties to their pollen.

[He cringes again. 'Tis an embarrassing story for him, to fall victim to such a thing.]

As I bent down to examine the poppies, I was overcome with the need to sleep, and collapsed not a moment later.

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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-20 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye. I was thinking the very same. It could be useful in incapacitating those who are like the people we encountered in the desert.

[Subconsciously, he reaches out, fingers stretching towards her wound.]

I know you are strong, and that in your battles you may incur any number of wounds... but I would prefer they be the sort that can be healed quickly... for your sake, and, I admit, my own.

[And he is sure Themis worries for her as well.]
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-20 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
In that case... I shall collect as much of the pollen from the poppies as I can find, and share it with you and Themis both... and any others that might benefit from it and be trusted to wield it responsibly.

[There is one other he would seek out to give a portion of it to... with all the appropriate cautions, of course.]
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-20 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye, and we cannot rely upon our magicks to create it, lest the magick come undone at an unfortunate time.

[And knock them out instead.]

I wonder what material would be suitable for a container...
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-21 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Glass... for longer-term storage, the vessel would need to be airtight. But he does seem to recall seeing a jar or two in the inn kitchen... perhaps the design can be adapted to suit their purpose? It would only need to be scaled down in size...]

...The pellet concept sounds promising. And any extra pellets could be kept in a jar for prolonged storage, to be transferred to the bags as needed...
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[personal profile] beshackled 2023-08-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Mayhap so. Once we have collected the pollen, we can make inquiries... However, should we fail to find answers among the others, we could conduct experiments with formulations ourselves...

[A man raised among researchers is, in the end, a man raised among researchers.]
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[personal profile] emet_sulk 2023-08-24 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch is in the middle of reading when he feels that ancient tug. He sits up in shock. Had that been...? It couldn't possibly be...

The summons is not strong. It feels drunken somehow, like a tug on the arm from someone tripping over their own feet. He almost debates ignoring it. However, the thought that Azem might need him preys upon his thoughts. If he ignores it and they're in trouble then he would never forgive himself.

Disquieted, he reluctantly accepts the summons and lets himself be pulled through. He appears in a smattering of starlight. It takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust.

"...How do you know this magic?" he asks tightly.
emet_sulk: (30 what Vauthry did with bliss...)

[personal profile] emet_sulk 2023-08-25 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
He stares at the crystal in her hand. She shouldn't have it. It's something he made for himself, in memory of them.

He slowly reaches into his own pocket and draws out the crystal of Azem, holding it out beside the one in Yuja's hand.

"Don't tell me that I gave that to you before I died."
emet_sulk: (04 if your heart can be broken)

[personal profile] emet_sulk 2023-08-26 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
His fist slowly closes over his own crystal of Azem and he tucks it away.

"I knew I was going to die then," he mutters. He gives himself a little shake then draws himself up, arranging his expression into a mask of sternness. "So, what have you summoned me here for then, hero? It had better be important."
emet_sulk: (42 you wound me sir)

cw: brief gore mention

[personal profile] emet_sulk 2023-08-27 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch watches her struggle internally. Then sighs. He steps up, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Better out than in, hero. 'Tis nothing I haven't seen before."

--at the end of a hard battle when the stench of rotting corpses filled one's nose and scavengers tear open fragile bellies to get at the organs beneath--

Even the hardest of soldiers look away and empty their stomachs.

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