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middaeg2019-12-02 03:45 am
omnicrafter) wrote in middaeg2019-12-02 03:45 am
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Who: Irhya, friends, and a few open prompts!
When: Deceuer
Where: Various places
What: Catch-all log
Warnings: Probable descriptions of blood, will update with anything else
[On Deceuer 4th, Irhya does not get out of bed like she normally would.
From a distance, it appears as if she chose to sleep in late this day, but that slumber continues on well into the evening and beyond. Upon inspection, her body is icy, and she does not appear to be breathing.
She remains this way until well into the small hours of the morning on the 5th.]
#1: Deceuer 5th: for Crystal Exarch
[There is a beating in her ears she is quite sure cannot be her own, given the circumstances. It feels like an ever-strengthening headache, but her mouth also tastes dry and raw with overdue thirst.
Thirst for what? She isn't stupid. She knows what's happening, but she hadn't expected it to be this overpowering. It's the middle of the godsdamned night, for that matter, and there's no one about to help her -- perhaps that's a good thing, however, as she can't be certain of her capacity not to just jump the next living person she sees. And she knows she's probably telecasting all kinds of distress signals through her Bonds, but that'll have to wait.
Why she came to their house, she isn't quite certain. Maybe just a dim internalized hope one of them will find her out here and decide to take pity on her. Irhya makes it as far as moving her feet heavily up the front stairs before she hesitates, wiping cold sweat from her brow. She sets a hand on the banister for support and stops, rethinking everything for the umpteenth time. Maybe she really is just better off preying on some stranger in the city; she hasn't the patience or energy to seduce them right now like she'd planned. But then... if anyone found out about it...
Fuck. She really is screwed, isn't she. But without a decision, and soon, it's only supposed to get worse until the need can't be contained by mortal will anymore.]
#2: Deceuer 5th: for housemates
[The door opens sometime into the early morning, revealing one very discontent miqo'te.
The clawing desire for blood has since been sated, one way or another, but now she's broadcasting upset of a different kind, the tears-into-her-pillow sort. She hasn't the energy to carry herself upstairs, so instead she travels the shorter distance into the kitchen, pulls out a chair, and buries her face in her arms over the table, cursing quietly into it.]
I cannot fucking believe this... What the bloody hells is wrong with me?
#3: Deceuer 7th-8th: for Thancred
[It's been a few days. Time has calmed her down, but the realization is still somewhat sore for her. She ought to take it slow, she realizes, but as ill-prepared as she'd been for the first one, perhaps it's better to get everything in order to prevent future... incidents.
Thancred had offered. Thancred had been willing to listen to her stupid idea, probably knowing full well it was a stupid idea but seemingly willing to consider it anyway. Perhaps if he were still amenable to it now that the reality is imminent...
The messaging function of the mirror is peculiar, but handy, especially when she isn't certain how he'll react. Irhya decides to put it to good use.]
Can we talk? Something came up.
That thing I mentioned was going to happen a while ago? It happened.
#4: Anytime in Deceuer: OPEN
[In an adjacent room to the soup kitchen, Irhya has set up her workshop. It's purposely placed so that anyone going inside has to pass by it to reach their destination, and perhaps grab their attention in the process. The sign outside the door says: Feeling creative? Help us repair and recycle old items!
Inside, there's a large table in the center, and a pile of broken or worn clothing and toys in the middle of it, surrounded by various repair tools: wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, paints, sandpaper, sewing thread and needles, polish... the list goes on.
It's inevitable that people would donate junk thinking it was charity, but she's determined to quality check the existing stock, to see that at least some of it doesn't go to waste. Anyone is encouraged to stop by and help, or perhaps add more to the pile if they so desire.]
#5: Anytime in Deceuer: OPEN
[At other times, she's teaching the Dorchacht refugees a few basics in self-defense . While she specializes in using steel weaponry, swords in particular, they're too impractical for your average layman to carry around all the time, and so she has downsized to daggers and bare-handed techniques.
It's pretty basic stuff: how to get out of various types of grips; places on the body that are most effective to hit, with or without really hurting someone; how to conceal a knife, and various safety measures for having one on your person; even a few tips on how to deal with someone slinging spells at you from afar.
Eventually, she tries pairing people up to practice, but decides it might be better to have two experienced fighters demonstrate first when it appears the refugees are hesitant. If you look at all like you could hold your own in combat, she'll be calling you from afar and waving you over.]
Hey! I don't suppose you'd like to help me demonstrate some self-defense techniques, would you? On me, I mean. Or on you, whichever.
[She shrugs. Very convincing.]
When: Deceuer
Where: Various places
What: Catch-all log
Warnings: Probable descriptions of blood, will update with anything else
[On Deceuer 4th, Irhya does not get out of bed like she normally would.
From a distance, it appears as if she chose to sleep in late this day, but that slumber continues on well into the evening and beyond. Upon inspection, her body is icy, and she does not appear to be breathing.
She remains this way until well into the small hours of the morning on the 5th.]
#1: Deceuer 5th: for Crystal Exarch
[There is a beating in her ears she is quite sure cannot be her own, given the circumstances. It feels like an ever-strengthening headache, but her mouth also tastes dry and raw with overdue thirst.
Thirst for what? She isn't stupid. She knows what's happening, but she hadn't expected it to be this overpowering. It's the middle of the godsdamned night, for that matter, and there's no one about to help her -- perhaps that's a good thing, however, as she can't be certain of her capacity not to just jump the next living person she sees. And she knows she's probably telecasting all kinds of distress signals through her Bonds, but that'll have to wait.
Why she came to their house, she isn't quite certain. Maybe just a dim internalized hope one of them will find her out here and decide to take pity on her. Irhya makes it as far as moving her feet heavily up the front stairs before she hesitates, wiping cold sweat from her brow. She sets a hand on the banister for support and stops, rethinking everything for the umpteenth time. Maybe she really is just better off preying on some stranger in the city; she hasn't the patience or energy to seduce them right now like she'd planned. But then... if anyone found out about it...
Fuck. She really is screwed, isn't she. But without a decision, and soon, it's only supposed to get worse until the need can't be contained by mortal will anymore.]
#2: Deceuer 5th: for housemates
[The door opens sometime into the early morning, revealing one very discontent miqo'te.
The clawing desire for blood has since been sated, one way or another, but now she's broadcasting upset of a different kind, the tears-into-her-pillow sort. She hasn't the energy to carry herself upstairs, so instead she travels the shorter distance into the kitchen, pulls out a chair, and buries her face in her arms over the table, cursing quietly into it.]
I cannot fucking believe this... What the bloody hells is wrong with me?
#3: Deceuer 7th-8th: for Thancred
[It's been a few days. Time has calmed her down, but the realization is still somewhat sore for her. She ought to take it slow, she realizes, but as ill-prepared as she'd been for the first one, perhaps it's better to get everything in order to prevent future... incidents.
Thancred had offered. Thancred had been willing to listen to her stupid idea, probably knowing full well it was a stupid idea but seemingly willing to consider it anyway. Perhaps if he were still amenable to it now that the reality is imminent...
The messaging function of the mirror is peculiar, but handy, especially when she isn't certain how he'll react. Irhya decides to put it to good use.]
Can we talk? Something came up.
That thing I mentioned was going to happen a while ago? It happened.
#4: Anytime in Deceuer: OPEN
[In an adjacent room to the soup kitchen, Irhya has set up her workshop. It's purposely placed so that anyone going inside has to pass by it to reach their destination, and perhaps grab their attention in the process. The sign outside the door says: Feeling creative? Help us repair and recycle old items!
Inside, there's a large table in the center, and a pile of broken or worn clothing and toys in the middle of it, surrounded by various repair tools: wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, paints, sandpaper, sewing thread and needles, polish... the list goes on.
It's inevitable that people would donate junk thinking it was charity, but she's determined to quality check the existing stock, to see that at least some of it doesn't go to waste. Anyone is encouraged to stop by and help, or perhaps add more to the pile if they so desire.]
#5: Anytime in Deceuer: OPEN
[At other times, she's teaching the Dorchacht refugees a few basics in self-defense . While she specializes in using steel weaponry, swords in particular, they're too impractical for your average layman to carry around all the time, and so she has downsized to daggers and bare-handed techniques.
It's pretty basic stuff: how to get out of various types of grips; places on the body that are most effective to hit, with or without really hurting someone; how to conceal a knife, and various safety measures for having one on your person; even a few tips on how to deal with someone slinging spells at you from afar.
Eventually, she tries pairing people up to practice, but decides it might be better to have two experienced fighters demonstrate first when it appears the refugees are hesitant. If you look at all like you could hold your own in combat, she'll be calling you from afar and waving you over.]
Hey! I don't suppose you'd like to help me demonstrate some self-defense techniques, would you? On me, I mean. Or on you, whichever.
[She shrugs. Very convincing.]
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Mm, I'm relieved to hear I rate above livestock.
[If anything, Emet-Selch only sounds slightly amused at the clarification. Maybe it was just the relief that everything had gone well enough. And Irhya didn't look to be as upset as before, which was also an improvement.]
--You seem to be doing better.
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[In a number of ways. But it prompts her checking on the other way around as she sighs, inhaling his scent.]
And I hope you're satisfied in the notion I don't intend to kill you now, too.
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For the moment.
[It wouldn't do to be too much at ease. That would just be asking to be hurt again, and he wouldn't have anyone to blame but himself (though it wouldn't stop him from blaming everyone else anyway). It would never be safe.
But right then it felt peaceful enough that he didn't feel like pointing it out.]
Although, I was technically not incorrect in assuming you were out for my blood. Though I wouldn't have guessed it to be so literal.
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[A blunt response, though one that doesn't seem any more irritated than before. She hadn't even been planning to suggest it unless he did it first, knowing what tenuous ground she was still walking on.
Still, it's funny that they should end up this way again...]
You like this kind of thing, don't you? Just laying like this.
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[Neutrally spoken. He hadn't really intended on offering before, but had also assumed it was likely to occur regardless, considering that they lived together. And after recent circumstance- it felt appropriate, somehow.]
--And I suppose. Why? If you mislike it, I can leave- I don't think you drained me overmuch.
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[A quirky grin, one big enough to show off those canines. She doesn't even necessarily mean only to feed, either; she's just getting spoiled on the notion. And maybe she shouldn't put all her eggs in one basket, but it is nice to indulge in every so often.]
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So long as you don't disturb me... I'll permit it.
[Though he's not entirely certain what he thinks of his company being- sort of- sought after. Or that he was, to some degree, alright with it.]
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Thank you. You really did think about what I said... so I know you're trying.
[She lapses into silence for several moments, moving her head so her ear is placed squarely above his chest. Much as she'd like to pick herself up and kiss him as thanks, it's easy to assume he doesn't want to taste his own blood on her tongue.]
...Though one of these days I may have a mind to try that seduction thing again. I'm nothing if not a shameless fool sometimes, I'll admit. Or... who knows, maybe I'm just not as good as it as I'd like to think.
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[With her head on his chest, it felt natural enough to start stroking her hair, the touch lazy.
Though he wouldn't have minded the taste of blood, not really. Not in itself, anyway; the only hesitation would be in the reminder that Irhya had injured him- but then, he'd allowed it, and she hadn't taken enough to hurt him.]
And unnecessary. I've already decided to tolerate you again- there's no need to trick me into anything.
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[She fidgets a little under his touch, wondering if she's just making it worse on herself. Fixing her gaze on a spot on the wall, she presses her lips together and thinks -- though perhaps her overthinking is the exact problem here.]
Well... it would help to experiment with the possibility of it while feeding, too.
[It's a wonder she can't just admit she wants to and leave it at that, and she knows it.]
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[Though he did appreciate the consideration. At the small twitches, his hand switches from petting her hair, to scratching slowly around her ears.]
The next time you need to feed, go ahead and try it. If I don't feel like it, I'll tell you.
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[That seems to relax her again, and the rubbing at her ears helps even more. They tick forward obligingly, and she makes a little rumble in her chest that sounds like it could have been a purr, were it from a proper cat.]
Need to stop overthinking one of these days...
[A sleepy-sounding admission, followed by a deep sigh as her breathing evens out.]