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diatu2019-06-16 03:31 pm
bearshermark) wrote in diatu2019-06-16 03:31 pm
[OPEN] If I don't move
Who: Eleven and OPEN
What: El being irresponsible
Where: Places
When: June, anytime
Warnings: Woops, angst and tragic backtories happened.
TW: mentions of: murder; abuse; suicide
Notes: Action or prose is fine!
A. Any library
[Humans, enslaved by dragonkind. Since hearing of it, an odd, morbid curiosity has taken hold until the thought of it wouldn't leave him.
But why? What would dragonkind need from humans?
It's enough to pull him from Raida's temple to seek more information in Diatu and Anastara's greater libraries.
He doesn't have as much time to devote to the research as he'd like, but still he crams in time to read the most relevant and interesting passages in the various tomes he can find. They're largely ancient history books to offset the class he isn't taking- focused on that particular period of time, how it came about, and how it ended- to an extended curiosity about the breadth of the race of dragonkind itself.
Already loaded down with an armful of books he doesn't really need, Eleven catches a glimpse of an eye-catching binding set with runes and his fingers itch for it]
Maybe if I skip training today, I could still have time to study..
B. Somewhere Open
He did it once, in a burst of wild anger, summoned lightning through his veins and threw it out of his fist in a blow meant to blister. Not again since.
Eleven turned his wrist over, staring at the mark of light tattooed on the back of his hand. It had yet to glow once since arriving, but now as storm clouds loomed, darkening with the setting sun and getting closer, his arm stretched out to greet them- as though he might grasp them when finally they arrived.
Afire with nervous anticipation, a word to a spell on his lips, he threw his hand skyward.
"Zap!"
Lightning flashed and flickered in a nearby cloud, but failed to strike anything in particular. No strong scent of ozone played on the breeze.
..Coincidence, he wondered- or simply the wrong word?
C. Edge of Anastara
The Sword of Light.
Lain across his lap, Eleven decided that sitting on the edge of a floating island was a lot like sitting on the edge of the world. His feet hung suspended over an abyss of sky and low-flying clouds. Eyes on the horizon, he would occasionally glance down for that low-swooping feeling in his chest. A breeze pulled at him- at once encouragement and warning.
A tiny part of his heart wanted to throw the fabled weapon out into the endless sky and never gaze upon it again, but his hands held it fast as though afraid of that very impulse.
He still wasn't used to staring out across a clear sky in all directions, unable to make out even the silhouette of one particular floating tree. Right now, he only wished to see it in order to feel like he was being heard.
"I'll do it!" Eleven snapped at nothing in particular, dropping back into the grass only to glare and yell at the empty sky above. "I never said I wouldn't! I just wanted to be normal for awhile!"
His arm dropped to shadow his face on a sigh as he pulled the sword of light to lay at his side. "..But it looks like that doesn't matter at all."
D. Wildcard!
What: El being irresponsible
Where: Places
When: June, anytime
Warnings: Woops, angst and tragic backtories happened.
TW: mentions of: murder; abuse; suicide
Notes: Action or prose is fine!
A. Any library
[Humans, enslaved by dragonkind. Since hearing of it, an odd, morbid curiosity has taken hold until the thought of it wouldn't leave him.
But why? What would dragonkind need from humans?
It's enough to pull him from Raida's temple to seek more information in Diatu and Anastara's greater libraries.
He doesn't have as much time to devote to the research as he'd like, but still he crams in time to read the most relevant and interesting passages in the various tomes he can find. They're largely ancient history books to offset the class he isn't taking- focused on that particular period of time, how it came about, and how it ended- to an extended curiosity about the breadth of the race of dragonkind itself.
Already loaded down with an armful of books he doesn't really need, Eleven catches a glimpse of an eye-catching binding set with runes and his fingers itch for it]
Maybe if I skip training today, I could still have time to study..
B. Somewhere Open
He did it once, in a burst of wild anger, summoned lightning through his veins and threw it out of his fist in a blow meant to blister. Not again since.
Eleven turned his wrist over, staring at the mark of light tattooed on the back of his hand. It had yet to glow once since arriving, but now as storm clouds loomed, darkening with the setting sun and getting closer, his arm stretched out to greet them- as though he might grasp them when finally they arrived.
Afire with nervous anticipation, a word to a spell on his lips, he threw his hand skyward.
"Zap!"
Lightning flashed and flickered in a nearby cloud, but failed to strike anything in particular. No strong scent of ozone played on the breeze.
..Coincidence, he wondered- or simply the wrong word?
C. Edge of Anastara
The Sword of Light.
Lain across his lap, Eleven decided that sitting on the edge of a floating island was a lot like sitting on the edge of the world. His feet hung suspended over an abyss of sky and low-flying clouds. Eyes on the horizon, he would occasionally glance down for that low-swooping feeling in his chest. A breeze pulled at him- at once encouragement and warning.
A tiny part of his heart wanted to throw the fabled weapon out into the endless sky and never gaze upon it again, but his hands held it fast as though afraid of that very impulse.
He still wasn't used to staring out across a clear sky in all directions, unable to make out even the silhouette of one particular floating tree. Right now, he only wished to see it in order to feel like he was being heard.
"I'll do it!" Eleven snapped at nothing in particular, dropping back into the grass only to glare and yell at the empty sky above. "I never said I wouldn't! I just wanted to be normal for awhile!"
His arm dropped to shadow his face on a sigh as he pulled the sword of light to lay at his side. "..But it looks like that doesn't matter at all."
D. Wildcard!
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Meanwhile, everything he wanted for himself..
"..It's okay, if you want to use my title, now."
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Hendrik felt like everything was slowly coming back to an even keel with this. "Though I am puzzled as to how you came about receiving it."
That part he's still confused on.
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"Do you remember when I.." He stopped, remembering that he'd had Atem's artifact for so short a time that he hadn't mentioned it. Eleven shook his head, weight shifting.
"Some weeks ago, a few students found things that belonged to other people. I wasn't expecting the Sword of Light to appear, so I didn't think of it, but just a few days ago, I saw another student with it. Dust. He gave it to me once I explained its history.. And well, if this is Yggdrasil's will to lend me Her strength while I regain my own.."
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The images of what happened with Jasper and King Carnelian at the Tree of Life had shaken him badly and left him with nothing but an immense sense of guilt. To see the sword back in the hands of the man meant to wield it was nothing short of impressive. And it sounded like the Luminary was once again at peace with who he was and what he must accomplish.
"Then I shall expect to see it when next we train."
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"You weren't at fault for Yggdrasil either, Hendrik. Jasper and Mordegon were."
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"I was insistent and even should you be so kind as to excuse my ill-fated actions, I do not."
There's no anger or malice there just the knight being himself.
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"No I did not, or else I would have changed a great many things." That was totally true. "But it does not change the facts."
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"It will be good to get back."
If only Hendrik could get his heart to agree to that.
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Turning, he gave the Sword of Light an experimental swing. "I need to unlock its powers, too."
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"I am sure that you will no doubt find out. It is a most fortunate find."
Hendrik didn't know if enemies would come now that the sword was here, but they would be ready, especially if the Luminary had his blade.
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"I must say I am still looking forward to it."
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