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@Fionraella

"I'm Brick. As for Sacha... I HAVE spoken to her a couple times, but I haven't really gotten to know her all that well yet. In all honesty, I've heard about as many words out of Fabine's mouth as I have Sacha's, thanks to the customary welcoming committee. Got too caught up escorting Aya out to forage for herbs to ask her much."

Brick tapped his foot in thought and looked to the sky. He'd be going back out soon, and there were more plants than a single person could realistically kill like this anyway, short of burning down the Rabin side of the woods.

"...I've got an idea. You help me learn to clean wounds, I'll let you take the stash that I collected."
@Fionraella

"Hey, you're not too far behind me, then. So far the only Rabins I've really spoken to are Kianna and Aya. I'd say that puts me at about 50/50 between Rabins and Broms as of today."

Brick was smiling. The kid had obviously survived intact. At least, mostly intact.

"How's your head? Feeling foggy at all, forgetting anything, etcetera...?"
It's always high noon, eh?
Brick awoke some time after the others. He was out for a bit longer than usual, and he realized that something in his mouth. It was delicious, he thought to himself... Until he realized it was a leaf. He had been munching on the tree in his sleep. Must be the ape in him.

He quickly swallowed the leaf and removed his jury-rigged poke-alarm, and hopped out of the tree to saunter over to the medical tent, where Destin seemed to still be hanging out. The slash across his chest had clotted completely, but he wasn't exactly satisfied with it. He faux-leaned against a tent post, knocked, and greeted the boy.

"G'morning. Doing better today?"

He'd have to get some lessons on cleaning wounds. He got the feeling he'd be having to heal himself up an awful lot in the future.
Is everyone else playing a necromancer too? damn I had a cool idea for one...Perhaps I should play a rogue wraith instead?


Nope. I'm playing a mad clown.
Brunhilde sat and watched Emi's reaction as Avarius spoke, and soon found herself trying to suppress a smile. She failed miserably and went for the next best thing - trying not to laugh at the poor girl's indignation. She failed in that, too, and had to clap a hand to her mouth to stay quiet. It almost worked.

"6 feet that way!"

It was totally wrong, of course. But Emi's serious response was probably one of the best things she'd seen that day. She swallowed her laughter, rather red in the face, and forced herself to sit upright. She needed to start focusing again, but first, she wrote down in great detail exactly what had happened.

She shook her head when Avarius asked whether she'd seen the library yet. "I only arrived a couple minutes before class started," she responded. She'd have to get directions after class - she really wanted to see what sorts of things they had.

She shrugged when the paper was mentioned, and made a note of it in the To-Do list, with an arrow pointing up towards the journal entry containing a sketch of a balloon casting a shadow on a very, very confused-looking Emi. She looked up to her fellow student. "It'll be faster if we work on it together."

The next exercise assigned was pretty much what she had planned on working on anyway, according to the journal. She nodded in acknowledgement as Avarius described the motions of air, writing down his words neatly. Regardless of how advanced it was, she felt that she could master it, given some time. She would need to to be able to advance, anyway, as she needed to know how to listen to speak to the air anyway.

An idea sprang up as her teacher mentioned holding her breath, and she stopped breathing. At least, breathing conventionally - a quiet whisper to the winds circulated the air much less loudly through her lungs for a good twenty seconds before she realized she wasn't paying attention to the outer world and had to start breathing normally - and she was aware of it. That was a bad idea.

With what remaining focus she was't spending on manually breathing, she tried to heighten her awareness of the outside world. Big things felt easier to identify. Water, heat, and power were easy to feel and smell in the air as long as they came close to her. She stood up and turned to Emi, her eyes sealed tightly. Some light still made it through her eyelids, but it was of very little consequence, she thought.

"Try to touch me."

@liferusher
@Dark Light
Name:
Sam Duval

Race:
Human

Appearance:
A slender man standing at 6'2" with mid length, slicked back black hair, and brilliant green eyes. His face is masked in white face paint and makeup - with a red heart upside down beneath the left eye, a black spade upside down beneath the right, a black club above the left, and a red diamond above the right. He wears red lipstick on one side and black on the other, and very much appears to enjoy his magic tricks.

His outfit is particularly frilly. A wide, snow-white ruff encircles his neck, and a deep purple brocade doublet is worn atop a snowy white tunic with baggy sleeves. Thick white tights are tucked into purple leather boots, complete with long and curling toes.

Personality:
His capacity for cruelty is only surpassed by his apathy. Those he deems unworthy of death, he casually insults or ignores. Everyone else, he either takes advantage of or makes an enemy of. The thrill of a power struggle is the greatest and most exciting entertainment he can imagine, whether he's on top or on the bottom.

He will do absolutely anything to get ahead - and luckily for the world, he sees 'dealing with' the new menace at the Old Country as a perfect way to secure a position atop the world. The real question is what he would do with that position were he somehow to succeed.

He loves trickery and sleight-of-hand 'magic'.

Background:
Sam grew up in an orphanage in eastern Ruritania. All of his needs were provided for, and he had many good friends there. The elderly couple who ran the place always felt that he was somehow a special child. One day, a western circus was in town - a circus of acrobats and clowns - and he was mystified by their death defying feats and their silly acts. He wanted to become like them, and he started practicing card tricks, card games, cheating dice rolls, acting, and puppeteering.

At 13, he left the orphanage to join the circus, where he stayed as a clown for nine years, perfecting a number of silent comedy acts with his partners - including famous shows like 'Bobo the Rat', 'The Marvelous Machine', and 'A Place to Call Home'. The King of Armitas, a moderately sized province in Ruritania, offered him a job as a private jester - which he gladly took. The King was a rather nice man, if a bit hard-hearted towards the plight of individual commoners, and Sam looked up to him.

The King's power made him tremble with delight, and he served both as comedian and advisor gleefully. The King's health was in gradual decline, though, and soon, he was appointed with handling the affairs of the peasantry in the King's place - a job that he was well suited for. Every person who came in to petition the King was met with Sam instead, and he took great joy in deciding whether to save or ruin people. It was his perfect dream job. He gradually became more and more demented as time went on, moving up from causing minor ailments to unsuspecting people to starving them, and from starving them to outright executing them for crimes they never committed.

The people called for his head. His position was cemented when, finally, a father of four entered his hall and demanded that he resign immediately. Words were had, and the father insulted Sam in front of a small crowd. Sam flew into a rage and lept from the throne, slashing the man's throat with a Jack of Clubs.

When the King heard about the murder, he called Sam into his office and asked him to explain what happened, as he didn't want to have to imprison his friend. Sam explained in gruesome detail every single moment and feeling, and the King felt true despair for the first time in his life. The King called for his guards to take Sam away, and Sam responded by putting a Joker through the man's throat, followed by leaping out a window. He wasn't seen in Armitas ever again.

The news spread, and quickly twisted into fairy tales about a murderous clown that would eat bad children in the night. He particularly loved these stories, and would often ask to hear them any time he stopped at an inn - though he didn't wear his signature outfit for a while.

When a more frightening story than his own finally came up regarding a great evil in the Old Country, he put on his old Jester's outfit and makeup once more and set out eastwards.

Abilities:
Deadeye Dealer: A true marksman with a playing card - a swift flick and a card goes flying with the force and accuracy of an arrow, albeit a somewhat shorter range.

Clown Agility: Sam's experiences in the circus have given him near superhuman kinesthetic sense and an in-depth knowledge of what his body is capable of. Acrobatic feats and clever use of leverage are no trouble for him at all, having for years been involved in tightrope and trapeze comedy acts. One such act even involved blocking a mace blow with a spoon, all for the sake of a good show.

Puppeteering: Steel wire is his second favorite way to kill his foes. While he can't control his enemies like he can control a puppet, he does enjoy garroting their various extremities.

Equipment:
A 78-card tarot deck and a 60-card playing card deck. A length of piano wire. A pack of toothpicks coated in monkshood poison. A salad fork.
Brick watched Misha and Kianna go to their respective beds. Seemed things were finally calming down for the night - perhaps he could let himself fall asleep now. He walked over and quickly made sure Aya and Destin were okay, then kept walking towards a tree on the edge of the camp. He assumed those two would be bunking together that night anyway.

He gripped a lower-hanging, larger tree branch, and walked his way up the side of the tree before slinging himself up and turning around. A few more branches up, and he found himself a decent perch in the middle of the tree. This would be his sleeping spot for the night, and when he woke, he would have a good monkey's-eye view of the camp. He grabbed a few looser branches and tangled them together so that if somebody tried to move them and climb up to his position, a stick would poke him in the forehead. Didn't want to get caught napping, even in the safety of his own camp.

The tree-climbing drained the last of his strength for the day, and fatigue took him off to the world of sleep, where dreams of rainforests awaited.
Brunhilde wrote down everything she saw happening before her. It was all rather fascinating to her, and she found the concept of sunsense to be rather brilliant, in a way. She wondered just how sharp a light elementalist's senses could become - whether they could tell if someone was approaching them indoors, for instance, just by the shift in reflected ambient light. She sketched the concept, along with a large question mark, in the journal.

She held her arm out and held the balloon near it as instructed, but did choose to close her eyes. One less distraction to clog her senses. She tried to focus on the feeling of the balloon, and found that she could, indeed, not feel its presence directly. It bothered her somewhat. She did notice, though, that the wind's movement was different whenever the balloon was upwind of her arm, and she moved it around a bit to get a solid feel for exactly how it felt different.

"Hm." Words failed her at the moment, and she could offer no real input to the conversation between her teacher and the light elementalist.

Instead of writing words to describe the feeling of an obstructing object, she drew a diagram of the movement the air spoke of. After striking the balloon, the air split around it and came back together, swirling somewhat and moving more unsteadily afterwards until touching her arm. This sort of passive sensing would be easier indoors, where the sheer volume of information carried by the wind isn't so distracting.

She looked back to Emi just in time to hear Avarius's threat of mathematics, and was momentarily split on watching Emi's reaction or trying to determine if she could feel her own balloon on different winds than those headed directly towards her. The former would most certainly be more entertaining - and she could do the latter any time, provided she didn't forget. Avarius was almost certainly trying to subtly stack the deck against the girl.

Brunhilde gave her new friend a smile. Regardless of the outcome here, she felt she would enjoy herself.

@Dark Light@liferusher
Brick looks over to Aya, acknowledging Misha's concerns. He'd have to find a suitable arrangement, if one didn't already exist. The fire was calming enough that he kept finding himself nodding off, so he moved his seat a bit closer - enough to keep him awake, at any rate.

"Hey, if you're awake... Have you gotten anything set up for Destin?"

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