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I'll post tonight befo beddybyes
Nepharial, roman, and I basically walked out and tried to confront the vampire Hunter on our quest to the norn, so our posts are probably skippable
I'm ded
Uhm, can I take our characters to like, a Denny's or something? I don't really think I have much to post about if I just walk Jacob out and see him in the parking lot. It'd be a short post if he just talks to him in the parking lot. If they go to a diner, I'd put them in like, an abandoned corner to give them privacy, but more to post about, and a public place so they both feel like they're safe out in the open, you know?
Eric placed the last bit of sandwich in his mouth. He sat silently chewing and watching the British man pace the room wildly. Eric rolled his eyes, this was going to be a shitshow. He looked around watching everyone else settle in. He wasn't entirely sure if he could just take a nap, or if they were going to have some higher directive for the rest of the day. The military tended to do that, asking jet lagged, tired soldiers to do tasks the second their boots were on the ground.
Ruven heard the doors bang open, and turned to look, seeing a captain and some unidentified NCO enter. Eric stood up, going to a lazy parade rest. The operational Air Force generally only went to standby for high ranking ncos, not just normal sergeants. But in the special forces, that wasn't common. Unless you were in training, then you went to attention for cadre. Ruven just followed the example of the Marine. Better to be overly courteous than to get paperwork for not doing it.
Ruven examined each of the two officers. The captain looked new, like he had never seen combat. Probably a desk jockey. Ruven assumed there were a lot of them assigned here. Men who had never been to war, but had good reviews or bad, and needed to either pad their resumes with working here, or had been sent here to disappear. The NCO on the other hand, looked like he had been on the losing side of every war in the last century, and Ruven immediately respected it. The two were the obvious Officer Enlisted relationship. The Officer asks for something, and the Enlisted get it done, regardless of the cost.
Ruven heard the doors bang open, and turned to look, seeing a captain and some unidentified NCO enter. Eric stood up, going to a lazy parade rest. The operational Air Force generally only went to standby for high ranking ncos, not just normal sergeants. But in the special forces, that wasn't common. Unless you were in training, then you went to attention for cadre. Ruven just followed the example of the Marine. Better to be overly courteous than to get paperwork for not doing it.
Ruven examined each of the two officers. The captain looked new, like he had never seen combat. Probably a desk jockey. Ruven assumed there were a lot of them assigned here. Men who had never been to war, but had good reviews or bad, and needed to either pad their resumes with working here, or had been sent here to disappear. The NCO on the other hand, looked like he had been on the losing side of every war in the last century, and Ruven immediately respected it. The two were the obvious Officer Enlisted relationship. The Officer asks for something, and the Enlisted get it done, regardless of the cost.
Expect a post tomorrow evening
I'll post tomorrow after work for reals, but I don't expect more than a paragraph or two just reacting to the ncos coming into the barracks/bay/dorm
Feels like a weak post, but it'll get Kyrtaar moving. Sorry if it's bad dudes and dudettes, I'm tired.
Kyrtaar smiled to Aevah when she thanked him, and then looked at the nymph as she spoke her rhymes and mysteries. Something about magpies being the key to finding this Norn. The forest and it's strange rituals perplexed him, and he was eager to know more. However, Kyrtaar was mostly distracted by the woodland creatures body, and he made no attempt to hide it. The flowers and plants intertwined in her body were alluring to him, and for a fleeting second he thought of those same vines and flowers being intertwined with him. But he saw the thorns too, and had no doubt he could be impaled with thorns. He suppressed the feelings, and turned to leave, when the piercing mental shriek tore through the air.
Kyrtaar saw the forest, and his parents. They turned to him. Angry. Enraged. Yelling. Kyrtaar had no desire to relive this, and had put almost a century between himself and these events. He summoned forth the vast will power he possessed that allowed him to control the cosmos in his hands. The same will power that bound the stars to his mind. Oh no, the stars didn't use him. No, no. Kyrtaar used them. Old Cha'ia, did not possess his mind. Cha'ia was in his dreams threatening to devour his soul, but it was all show for such a weak star. Kyrtaar would absorb the power of Cha'ia when he went supernova. Kyrtaar felt the fear of the old star's dead in the back of his throat when he slept.
Kyrtaar blinked, back in the room. He turned to everyone else who seemed much less composed than him. As they came to, a large argument broke out, that Kyrtaar had no interest in, but he did learn that Aevah could read minds. He wondered if she knew of the pact, of what he thought, but it was a question for another time. The journey through the jungle would be long, and conversation would be needed, and this topic might fill the void of the trek. He turned to follow her, and the Lizard out. He meandered after them, at a slow pace. His hood was down, and he enjoyed the sun on his face. His arm was sore from the arrow wound, but he could feel the throb of power in his body, thumping with his heart beat.
He smelled the fire before he saw it. He followed Aevah at a quicker pace now, and watched her start to sneak off. Rin, the lizard, followed her, and darted up a tree. Kyrtaar, simply sure of his abilities, walked towards the fire. He had lost sight of Aevah, and Rin, but saw Aevah circle around, and reappeared. Kyrtaar stepped out into the clearing, Aevah had been timid in talking to the man, but Kyrtaar had never known a man to start large fires as a friendly one. Aevah was unarmed, and technically so was Kyrtaar, but he was more than confident in his eldritch powers to keep him safe. "Hey!" he called. "Whats your business here?" he asked. He looked at Aevah, and back to the man. He couldn't tell if the man was a threat or not, but didn't trust him, and started to feel the full strength of his abilities flood into his limbs. His eyes weren't glowing yet, but he was already channeling his powers into his limbs, to speed up his reaction times and strength if the man did try to attack them.
Kyrtaar saw the forest, and his parents. They turned to him. Angry. Enraged. Yelling. Kyrtaar had no desire to relive this, and had put almost a century between himself and these events. He summoned forth the vast will power he possessed that allowed him to control the cosmos in his hands. The same will power that bound the stars to his mind. Oh no, the stars didn't use him. No, no. Kyrtaar used them. Old Cha'ia, did not possess his mind. Cha'ia was in his dreams threatening to devour his soul, but it was all show for such a weak star. Kyrtaar would absorb the power of Cha'ia when he went supernova. Kyrtaar felt the fear of the old star's dead in the back of his throat when he slept.
Kyrtaar blinked, back in the room. He turned to everyone else who seemed much less composed than him. As they came to, a large argument broke out, that Kyrtaar had no interest in, but he did learn that Aevah could read minds. He wondered if she knew of the pact, of what he thought, but it was a question for another time. The journey through the jungle would be long, and conversation would be needed, and this topic might fill the void of the trek. He turned to follow her, and the Lizard out. He meandered after them, at a slow pace. His hood was down, and he enjoyed the sun on his face. His arm was sore from the arrow wound, but he could feel the throb of power in his body, thumping with his heart beat.
He smelled the fire before he saw it. He followed Aevah at a quicker pace now, and watched her start to sneak off. Rin, the lizard, followed her, and darted up a tree. Kyrtaar, simply sure of his abilities, walked towards the fire. He had lost sight of Aevah, and Rin, but saw Aevah circle around, and reappeared. Kyrtaar stepped out into the clearing, Aevah had been timid in talking to the man, but Kyrtaar had never known a man to start large fires as a friendly one. Aevah was unarmed, and technically so was Kyrtaar, but he was more than confident in his eldritch powers to keep him safe. "Hey!" he called. "Whats your business here?" he asked. He looked at Aevah, and back to the man. He couldn't tell if the man was a threat or not, but didn't trust him, and started to feel the full strength of his abilities flood into his limbs. His eyes weren't glowing yet, but he was already channeling his powers into his limbs, to speed up his reaction times and strength if the man did try to attack them.
Jacob looked at the man as he played it off. He was trying to play it off, as he stumbled through the conversation. But Jacob knew. He was never more certain of anything in his life. He was lucid, clear. He wanted to think he was crazy, but he knew he wasn't. Jacob looked into the man's eyes, and saw fear, or something close to it. He wasn't going to admit it, not out loud, not in public.
"I think you're just a little stressed out - we can talk about this, okay? Let me first just get someone that can, uh... help with that, like the emergency responders or police, alright?"
Jacob sucked his teeth, making a loud "tsk" noise. "Uhm, you know what man," he started. "I'm going to be late for work. So...uh. I'm just going to go" He finished. He put his hands on his hips, and nodded a few times, looking at the ground, with his brow furrowed. "I'm going to go to work. I guess we can pretend we never met, if you wanna keep this up" he muttered. Jacob felt cornered, more or less. Not in any actual danger, but that the onset of it was a few missteps away.
He looked around for a few more seconds, realizing the other girl, the one that has confused him more was gone. He figured she had run off too, hiding whatever inner truth was waiting to be discovered from this meeting. Jacob had never asked the man's name, and had never given his. He pulled out his car keys and unlocked his car. "I work at Yancy's. The department store? Its on 52nd and Bell. If you want to talk about.... your condition. I'll be there until 6 pm. If you don't, well, I guess forget we had this conversation." He said.
With that Jacob turned, and got in his car, starting it and driving off without giving Asher another look. Music flowed through the Jetta as he drove, thinking about the events.
I'm like must not sleep, must warn others. Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. Jacob thought the man would come around, but even if he didn't, it didn't really affect him. He would just return to his carefully constructed life. He would go to work. Change once a month. Go to work. Change once a month. Go to work. and into infinity the cycle would go. I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times. that's why I'm touring with this warning. Jacob eventually reached work with a lot of the events of the morning pushed into the back of his memory.
Jacob got out his car, plodded across the parking lot, donning his green vest over his shirt. He walked in, clocked in, and went about his daily chores, restocking shelves and putting tags on merchandise. If and when Asher showed up, he would find jacob folding shirts and placing them on the display shelves to be destroyed in seconds by people searching for their appropriate sizes.
"I think you're just a little stressed out - we can talk about this, okay? Let me first just get someone that can, uh... help with that, like the emergency responders or police, alright?"
Jacob sucked his teeth, making a loud "tsk" noise. "Uhm, you know what man," he started. "I'm going to be late for work. So...uh. I'm just going to go" He finished. He put his hands on his hips, and nodded a few times, looking at the ground, with his brow furrowed. "I'm going to go to work. I guess we can pretend we never met, if you wanna keep this up" he muttered. Jacob felt cornered, more or less. Not in any actual danger, but that the onset of it was a few missteps away.
He looked around for a few more seconds, realizing the other girl, the one that has confused him more was gone. He figured she had run off too, hiding whatever inner truth was waiting to be discovered from this meeting. Jacob had never asked the man's name, and had never given his. He pulled out his car keys and unlocked his car. "I work at Yancy's. The department store? Its on 52nd and Bell. If you want to talk about.... your condition. I'll be there until 6 pm. If you don't, well, I guess forget we had this conversation." He said.
With that Jacob turned, and got in his car, starting it and driving off without giving Asher another look. Music flowed through the Jetta as he drove, thinking about the events.
I'm like must not sleep, must warn others. Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. Jacob thought the man would come around, but even if he didn't, it didn't really affect him. He would just return to his carefully constructed life. He would go to work. Change once a month. Go to work. Change once a month. Go to work. and into infinity the cycle would go. I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times. that's why I'm touring with this warning. Jacob eventually reached work with a lot of the events of the morning pushed into the back of his memory.
Jacob got out his car, plodded across the parking lot, donning his green vest over his shirt. He walked in, clocked in, and went about his daily chores, restocking shelves and putting tags on merchandise. If and when Asher showed up, he would find jacob folding shirts and placing them on the display shelves to be destroyed in seconds by people searching for their appropriate sizes.
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