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expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
The pieces of April
Who: Ethlyn and thee (prior to snek plague)
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
compassinks, or open to PMs.]
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at
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But she doesn't know how they were made. Only what they did.]
I'm tired of it. [It's frank. She's just tired.] I know that I did things wrong in my life... I can look back and see how choices I made in good faith still weren't right. But what is the point of trying to erase who we were?
[...]
And who was leaving those mementoes of our real selves? Was it a test, or was it someone trying to help?
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You don't deserve it, Ethlyn. You don't deserve any of that.
[ It's not like the other is fully blaming herself - it sounds more like Ethlyn is trying to look at the bigger picture. But there's something about the idea of Ethlyn deserving to be put through some things just because she made some mistakes that doesn't sit right with Ange at all.
Especially when she knows Ethlyn is a way better person than her. ]
Even if you would have been the most atrocious person to have ever walked any world, how would that give them the right to decide any of that about you? None of us deserve to be messed with, but especially not you!
[ That's definitely more emotion than Ange usually shows.
But something about the idea that whoever is in charge would really be punishing Ethlyn as they claim to be doing to all of them truly doesn't sit right with her. ]
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It's heartening. To see her anger... for so long Ethlyn has lived with a mounting sense of failure. Failure to see the strength of the danger posed by her family's enemies, failure to see how her brother's well-intentioned acts could be used by his foes, failure to protect her children from the dangers of the world, and now failure to face all these truths.
But... what if Ange is right? Who did give the Council the right to judge them all? Are they liege-lords? Elected leaders? No. They're hidden people from another planet who swept up dozens, seemingly at random, taking and returning at will.
And... it's nice to hear someone say that she doesn't deserve to be treated like this.]
You know... when you put it like that... it does seem incredibly unfair. There really isn't any way the people in charge of this place have a right to judge us. It isn't as though they're the gods of Jugdral, or the gods of your world, either.
You don't deserve to be treated like this either.
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[ Casual insult inside in the middle of what she's saying, it's definitely said with way more passion than Ange usually seems to carry. She's convinced of this. Even if she doesn't like absolutely everyone here, she thinks the people in charge here are way bigger scum than anyone else.
Especially for messing with people to this extent. Putting them into situations is one thing, but now also messing with their mind, changing who they are?
That's unforgivable to her. ]
We can't let this beat us, Ethlyn. If anything, we have to go and beat their butts over this!
[ .. maybe that last part doesn't really fit the rest of what she said, even though the passion is still there.
Maybe Ange is just embarrassed about saying 'asses' in front of Ethlyn of all people.. ]
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You're right, we can't. [She considers a moment.] It's a crime, what's being done to us, isn't it? Even if I was brought back from death, hardly anyone else was... and it doesn't justify their games and their torments.
[She still feels herself a failure for not having the courage to look at her own past with open eyes. But that doesn't mean it was all right for them to go and take that past from her in the first place.]
Very ironic. We should beat their butts, and turn it around on them.
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tsunderepassionate than Ange's own, she doesn't seem to matter. She may not know everything about Ethlyn, but Ange likes to think that she knows her well enough to know that she really does agree with everything Ange is saying right now.Especially since Ethlyn is actually laughing. It may just have been a moment, but-- It's good, Ange thinks. Ethlyn should be able to laugh, instead of being made to feel miserable just because this dumb place messes around with them. ]
Then let's start here.
[ Because they unfortunately can't reach the butts of the people in charge here to kick those. Not yet. But in the meantime-- ]
I bet they'd be real annoyed if all of us sorted out our memories again, despite them trying to hard to mix them up. [ Ange would want to help with that anyway. Something about the thought of Ethlyn being stuck with the wrong memories really bothers her. ] How about you write down all the memories you remember, and then I help sort them out by seeing if there's any I remember you telling me about, or that just seem to fit more with what I know about you?
[ It might not solve the full problem, since the memories would still be present in Ethlyn's head - but it feels better than nothing. It might give the other some clarity.
And spending some time on helping her out with it is a very small prince for Ange to pay if that's the result, she thinks. ]