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eachdraidhlogs2015-06-20 09:24 pm
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don't you see, I'm the narrator; (CLOSED)
Who: Rin Tohsaka, Sua Nudimmud, some NPC's.
Where: Redgate, then in the sky.
When: Towards the end of the silver sickness.
What: Numerous cures don't seem to be effective for the curse that plagues the Sympathist no matter her attempts to heal it. Fortunately a run-in with a stranger helps even if she has to beat him to death shortly after.
Warnings: N/A.
Sickness can really take a toll on a person, especially to those who normally keep themselves so busy that they can't think of anything other than their work. While bed rest was often a recommended cure for ailments, it seems to only agitate her symptoms forcing her to believe it isn't a sickness, but a curse. Honestly, the only thing that comes as a surprise was how long it took for someone to inflict her with something like this. Her ego tanks a bit when she hears over the lockets that she's not the only one, but she swallows her pride after discovering that it was spreading within her household. Scian was the first victim she noticed, though no doubt he picked it up from either Waver or herself. They were fortunate that it came off in the bathtub for him, but it was later that night she began to notice it along her own skin.
Was it contagious..?
Pulling Waver to the side later that night, the two of them spent several hours going through the books at the Barrel carefully with the aid of gloves as well as face masks. Just when Waver thought he saw the last of his custom mask and everything..!
No matter the precautions they took, their condition worsened the more time they spent together. It was only natural that the sick made the sick even sicker. While some of the cures they read seemed to ward off the spread a bit, they weren't highly effective. In order to preserve their own efficiency, they both left the Barrel and went their own ways. Whereas he traveled to the station, Rin headed to the University to take advantage of the materials there.
When her efforts proved to be fruitless there, she had no choice other than to seclude herself even further. Fortunately for her, opportunity came knocking... quite literally. While reviewing the documents of an enterprise she involved herself in last year in a tavern she barely visited, a familiar face made her way through the crowd. Not that Rin herself noticed; she's too preoccupied with her reading to acknowledge that she's surrounded completely by groups of men and women who are familiar with each other. She's like a sore thumb, red and sticking out when compared to the rest of the pub's inhabitants.
“Minister,” a very familiar voice comes from beside Rin, a pair of sharp elbows coming to rest on the table Rin’s staked out for herself. “I’m assuming that it’s coincidence that you’re here, rather than you checking in to make sure your magic’s working all well and proper on my ship.” Sua’s smile is warm, and she sets a glass of red wine down in front of Rin.
"Miss Nudimmud." A greeting, but the best she can manage amidst the pain she's in The color of the glass brings life to her eyes as she looks up towards the woman, knowing it can numb her aches and cause her body to relax. Why didn't she think of this before? Surrounded by drunkards and... ohhh.
"This is your crew? I wasn't aware you were visiting Redgate. I came by to handle business in the area." Rin casually glances around to take in their appearances, looking for easily identifiable marks or uniform shared between them. The business she mentions remains as cool as her name, finding no need to publicly announce herself as a professor there in an attempt to play along with the anonymity of the University. "I have a few interests here."
Tapping the pile of documents with a gloved finger, "Blood rock candy."
“Captain,” Sua corrects gently. “Or else my first name, please.”
In her own hand is a small glass of something deep and dark. Rum, aged and very fine. Sua doesn’t take a sip, it isn’t the sipping sort of drink, but neither does she move from Rin’s side. “Redgate’s one of our very new ports of call, so we wanted to test the air route out and get a few contracts secured before we actually begin cargo delivery. I can’t thank you enough for the conversion on the ship, it’s been uhm,” Sua pauses, looking for the right word. “A learning experience, but one I’m glad we’re having.”
"Captain." It rolls easily off the tongue and for a moment, she's envious at that. The Sympathist, as prestige of a title as it could be, was nothing in comparison to Captain. The latter indicates a level of reliability and with that came the responsibility of several lives. A crew, their family and their loved ones, and their futures.
It must be hormones. Rin convinces herself as she takes a sip, trying to push away the desire that came from missing her own family here in the Drabwurld.
"Your experience will help push away those clouds of confusion soon enough." A bit too poetic, Rin lowers the glass with a sigh. "Without a buyer for the extra ship I worked on over spring, I should entertain learning the ropes myself to get more intimately involved in trade."
Mostly said in jest, Rin does consider the possibility. With the Void threatening to consume the earth they stay on, uprooting her family and carting them across Allaidh Darach seems the inevitable future. Not that she wants to consider it--a family needs a home and stability to flourish in. How can she deny them that?
Sua’s face grins at the talk of clouds - pun intended? - but it’s when Rin speaks of learning the ropes that an idea comes into her head.
“How are you getting back home, if you don’t mind my asking?”
"I have an unique way of flying," Rin explains as she sips again at her wine. It's good and unfortunately has the side effect of making her speak a bit more honestly. "Her name is Beryl and she's the most precious beast."
She probably meant to say ferocious. Probably.
“And here I was going to offer you a lift home, if you wanted to learn how to take command of that lingering ship.” Sua takes that single long, precious sip of her rum, and then places the glass down on the table. “If you want to learn and you believe Beryl won’t be an issue.”
"Oh?" The invitation is a good one, but shouldn't she be working to quarantine herself? There's something that tugs at her mind about how sickness can easily travel on a ship, but the buzz from the liquor combined with her general clumsiness causes her to neglect that.
"I'd be a fool to turn you down. It isn't every day that someone offers me an apprenticeship."
“Then be at the port in oh, what, tomorrow at dawn?”
"Tomorrow it is."
Out of ingrained formality, Rin remained at the tavern with them until they started to pile out towards various inns or back to the ship itself. While she didn't drink much, she spoke politely when addressed and continued her work when she was left alone.
Solitude was her life prior to Allaidh Darach so it shouldn't be that difficult to return to it. The next day, she's quiet and watches Sua operate, only lowering the hood of her cloak while they're in the skies. It isn't that difficult to use a glamour spell to hide the silver the plagues her body, but she still keeps covered up in case anyone bumps into her by accident. Most of her crew engages her in short conversation, but it's always brief.
Save for one man.
Charming and everything she could want (if she was looking) he introduces himself as Dimitri, the man of her dreams. When was the last time she had a dream? Having a pact with a spiritual being meant he was privy to her thoughts often and there was no need to force him to acknowledge whatever was floating around in her subconscious. Brushing off his advances, she focuses on studying how the crew interacts with the Captain for most of the day..
Then there are the hours that pass by where she's overwhelmed with loneliness. It feels as if it's been so long since she's spoken with Saber... when was the last time? April? March? February..? Her memories blend together as an effect of the pain as she begins to lose mobility in her limbs. Saber, who was sleeping soundly in Caer Scima, will wake up one day to discover that her lover was nothing more than a statue.
A silver one at that. That's the biggest insult of them all.
When she slips into her room to apply a salve to numb the ache in her back, she's caught off-guard by Dimitri who slipped in unannounced. That keeps happening. Rin, who was so used to the signature that all Shardbearers carried in their chest, found herself surprised anytime a native approached her. What surprised her even more was when he pinned her against a wall and took her breath away, along with the pain that welled up within her.
"You must be a druid of some sort," Rin accuses him in-between gasps of air as his hands explore her clothed body. Whether it was a coincidence that his touch brought her comfort or simply a distraction, Rin found herself letting go of her inhibitions all too eagerly.
"Sexual healing?" Her newly discovered lover teases with his mouth along her neck, close to touching the silver himself. Bringing a hand up as if to warn him, her fingers stop short of his jaw when he sinks his teeth around her flesh softly.
And then he sinks his teeth in fully. Only then does she comprehend that this isn't some cute venture, but an attempt on her life. A couple weeks of agonizing pain caused her to overlook the vulnerability in her actions and in turn, will cost her gravely if she fails to defend herself. Exhaustion slows her movements, but there's something there she hasn't felt in a week's time: mobility. Rin can move and it feels great.
She doesn't bother with her magecraft, not when her circuits have been overworked keeping the curse from consuming her fully. Taking a decisive step towards her assailant, she strikes out with her arm in a precise manner as she's been trained to by her previous caretaker. It's rare she executes her martial arts, but when she does there's no greater feeling than the adrenaline that rushes through her veins. With him pinned beneath her thighs, she decks him over and over again, wearing his stamina down to match her own. From one source to another, she stops only whenever the door to her room opens suddenly.
Where: Redgate, then in the sky.
When: Towards the end of the silver sickness.
What: Numerous cures don't seem to be effective for the curse that plagues the Sympathist no matter her attempts to heal it. Fortunately a run-in with a stranger helps even if she has to beat him to death shortly after.
Warnings: N/A.
Sickness can really take a toll on a person, especially to those who normally keep themselves so busy that they can't think of anything other than their work. While bed rest was often a recommended cure for ailments, it seems to only agitate her symptoms forcing her to believe it isn't a sickness, but a curse. Honestly, the only thing that comes as a surprise was how long it took for someone to inflict her with something like this. Her ego tanks a bit when she hears over the lockets that she's not the only one, but she swallows her pride after discovering that it was spreading within her household. Scian was the first victim she noticed, though no doubt he picked it up from either Waver or herself. They were fortunate that it came off in the bathtub for him, but it was later that night she began to notice it along her own skin.
Was it contagious..?
Pulling Waver to the side later that night, the two of them spent several hours going through the books at the Barrel carefully with the aid of gloves as well as face masks. Just when Waver thought he saw the last of his custom mask and everything..!
No matter the precautions they took, their condition worsened the more time they spent together. It was only natural that the sick made the sick even sicker. While some of the cures they read seemed to ward off the spread a bit, they weren't highly effective. In order to preserve their own efficiency, they both left the Barrel and went their own ways. Whereas he traveled to the station, Rin headed to the University to take advantage of the materials there.
When her efforts proved to be fruitless there, she had no choice other than to seclude herself even further. Fortunately for her, opportunity came knocking... quite literally. While reviewing the documents of an enterprise she involved herself in last year in a tavern she barely visited, a familiar face made her way through the crowd. Not that Rin herself noticed; she's too preoccupied with her reading to acknowledge that she's surrounded completely by groups of men and women who are familiar with each other. She's like a sore thumb, red and sticking out when compared to the rest of the pub's inhabitants.
“Minister,” a very familiar voice comes from beside Rin, a pair of sharp elbows coming to rest on the table Rin’s staked out for herself. “I’m assuming that it’s coincidence that you’re here, rather than you checking in to make sure your magic’s working all well and proper on my ship.” Sua’s smile is warm, and she sets a glass of red wine down in front of Rin.
"Miss Nudimmud." A greeting, but the best she can manage amidst the pain she's in The color of the glass brings life to her eyes as she looks up towards the woman, knowing it can numb her aches and cause her body to relax. Why didn't she think of this before? Surrounded by drunkards and... ohhh.
"This is your crew? I wasn't aware you were visiting Redgate. I came by to handle business in the area." Rin casually glances around to take in their appearances, looking for easily identifiable marks or uniform shared between them. The business she mentions remains as cool as her name, finding no need to publicly announce herself as a professor there in an attempt to play along with the anonymity of the University. "I have a few interests here."
Tapping the pile of documents with a gloved finger, "Blood rock candy."
“Captain,” Sua corrects gently. “Or else my first name, please.”
In her own hand is a small glass of something deep and dark. Rum, aged and very fine. Sua doesn’t take a sip, it isn’t the sipping sort of drink, but neither does she move from Rin’s side. “Redgate’s one of our very new ports of call, so we wanted to test the air route out and get a few contracts secured before we actually begin cargo delivery. I can’t thank you enough for the conversion on the ship, it’s been uhm,” Sua pauses, looking for the right word. “A learning experience, but one I’m glad we’re having.”
"Captain." It rolls easily off the tongue and for a moment, she's envious at that. The Sympathist, as prestige of a title as it could be, was nothing in comparison to Captain. The latter indicates a level of reliability and with that came the responsibility of several lives. A crew, their family and their loved ones, and their futures.
It must be hormones. Rin convinces herself as she takes a sip, trying to push away the desire that came from missing her own family here in the Drabwurld.
"Your experience will help push away those clouds of confusion soon enough." A bit too poetic, Rin lowers the glass with a sigh. "Without a buyer for the extra ship I worked on over spring, I should entertain learning the ropes myself to get more intimately involved in trade."
Mostly said in jest, Rin does consider the possibility. With the Void threatening to consume the earth they stay on, uprooting her family and carting them across Allaidh Darach seems the inevitable future. Not that she wants to consider it--a family needs a home and stability to flourish in. How can she deny them that?
Sua’s face grins at the talk of clouds - pun intended? - but it’s when Rin speaks of learning the ropes that an idea comes into her head.
“How are you getting back home, if you don’t mind my asking?”
"I have an unique way of flying," Rin explains as she sips again at her wine. It's good and unfortunately has the side effect of making her speak a bit more honestly. "Her name is Beryl and she's the most precious beast."
She probably meant to say ferocious. Probably.
“And here I was going to offer you a lift home, if you wanted to learn how to take command of that lingering ship.” Sua takes that single long, precious sip of her rum, and then places the glass down on the table. “If you want to learn and you believe Beryl won’t be an issue.”
"Oh?" The invitation is a good one, but shouldn't she be working to quarantine herself? There's something that tugs at her mind about how sickness can easily travel on a ship, but the buzz from the liquor combined with her general clumsiness causes her to neglect that.
"I'd be a fool to turn you down. It isn't every day that someone offers me an apprenticeship."
“Then be at the port in oh, what, tomorrow at dawn?”
"Tomorrow it is."
Out of ingrained formality, Rin remained at the tavern with them until they started to pile out towards various inns or back to the ship itself. While she didn't drink much, she spoke politely when addressed and continued her work when she was left alone.
Solitude was her life prior to Allaidh Darach so it shouldn't be that difficult to return to it. The next day, she's quiet and watches Sua operate, only lowering the hood of her cloak while they're in the skies. It isn't that difficult to use a glamour spell to hide the silver the plagues her body, but she still keeps covered up in case anyone bumps into her by accident. Most of her crew engages her in short conversation, but it's always brief.
Save for one man.
Charming and everything she could want (if she was looking) he introduces himself as Dimitri, the man of her dreams. When was the last time she had a dream? Having a pact with a spiritual being meant he was privy to her thoughts often and there was no need to force him to acknowledge whatever was floating around in her subconscious. Brushing off his advances, she focuses on studying how the crew interacts with the Captain for most of the day..
Then there are the hours that pass by where she's overwhelmed with loneliness. It feels as if it's been so long since she's spoken with Saber... when was the last time? April? March? February..? Her memories blend together as an effect of the pain as she begins to lose mobility in her limbs. Saber, who was sleeping soundly in Caer Scima, will wake up one day to discover that her lover was nothing more than a statue.
A silver one at that. That's the biggest insult of them all.
When she slips into her room to apply a salve to numb the ache in her back, she's caught off-guard by Dimitri who slipped in unannounced. That keeps happening. Rin, who was so used to the signature that all Shardbearers carried in their chest, found herself surprised anytime a native approached her. What surprised her even more was when he pinned her against a wall and took her breath away, along with the pain that welled up within her.
"You must be a druid of some sort," Rin accuses him in-between gasps of air as his hands explore her clothed body. Whether it was a coincidence that his touch brought her comfort or simply a distraction, Rin found herself letting go of her inhibitions all too eagerly.
"Sexual healing?" Her newly discovered lover teases with his mouth along her neck, close to touching the silver himself. Bringing a hand up as if to warn him, her fingers stop short of his jaw when he sinks his teeth around her flesh softly.
And then he sinks his teeth in fully. Only then does she comprehend that this isn't some cute venture, but an attempt on her life. A couple weeks of agonizing pain caused her to overlook the vulnerability in her actions and in turn, will cost her gravely if she fails to defend herself. Exhaustion slows her movements, but there's something there she hasn't felt in a week's time: mobility. Rin can move and it feels great.
She doesn't bother with her magecraft, not when her circuits have been overworked keeping the curse from consuming her fully. Taking a decisive step towards her assailant, she strikes out with her arm in a precise manner as she's been trained to by her previous caretaker. It's rare she executes her martial arts, but when she does there's no greater feeling than the adrenaline that rushes through her veins. With him pinned beneath her thighs, she decks him over and over again, wearing his stamina down to match her own. From one source to another, she stops only whenever the door to her room opens suddenly.
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"I initiated what ended up becoming a brawl." Sheepishly she admits that with a bit of red to her face.
They were in her assigned chambers with a silencing ward against the door. No doubt she initiated something. Never mind that the ward was for her own protection and was unrelated to the current events. She was a Shardbearer and all evidence will be used against her.
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Sua folds her arms across her chest, eyes finally moving to Rin. There is an undeniable disappointment there, mixed with the stress of I just had to break down a door and actually take out this blade.
"All right. Why did you initate it?"
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Why else would someone have sex? Sua's getting a look for that one as she tries to work herself down. Her heart's pounding in her chest and she's still in a vulnerable position where he could attack her if he wanted to risk blowing his story.
At least the Unseelie were known for sex. She's got that part of her story going in her favor.
The rest? Not so much.
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Judge, jury, executioner. Sua's rarely had to take on the role of law maker among her crew. Hell, she's made sure of it, hiring people she knows she likes and can trust, that will get on with others without any issue. It was one of the easiest ways to prevent outbreaks of fighting that came with being in close quarters for months at a time in all sorts of miserable weather.
His Majesty lets out a soft whine, and he leans into Rin's hand for more affection.
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At least His Majesty is on her side. Rin pours all of her anxiety into those simple motions along his ears and the back of his head.
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"The Minister's romantic entanglements are irrelevant here," Sua offers coldly, shifting weight from her one foot to the other. "None of this explains why you attempted to kill her, and that is the only matter I'm interested in. Try your defense again, or else, Minister, do you have any theories on why someone might want your life?"
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Not only did she hold a favorable title, but she held several secrets to the world within her pretty little brain. Airships, the shard, jewel magecraft... Also due to her varying associations, she was a prime target to get at someone like Lord El-Melloi II or Saber herself. There's no telling why someone would target her specifically, only that there were plenty of excuses she could come up herself.
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Sua's voice edges towards angry now, her eyes resting on Dmitri with increasing suspicion. "And then I'll explain my point of view in all of this he-said she-said nonsense."
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"Currently I'm the only individual within Allaidh Darach that has displayed that I know how to make ships fly. I won't claim to be the only person who has the knowledge as I'm not that arrogant, but I've made a respectable business out of doing it."
Then there's her companions. "Since the Winter King has been missing for some time now, her enemies may be striking below the belt in an attempt to draw her attention."
She won't mention the rest, but she has a lot of friends in high places. A lot more than she initially thought as she her fingers dig through His Majesty's fur firmly as she finds herself longing the warmth of her family.
"It also could just be a honest attempt to kill me just because they don't like me."
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Sua takes a step back, brushing against the door. She knows that by now, a large chunk of her crew must be listening in the best they can (the door was left slightly ajar after all), and there's no reason for them not to hear this.
"Now. Dmitri you do yourself credit with not wishing to kiss and tell, and it's easy to look at any shardbearer and immediately fear the worst, Seelie or Unseelie. The fact that you didn't initate contact gives further credence.
"However I've known this woman for longer, and indeed, owe some of my continuing livelihood to her as she's responsible for this very vessel's ability to fly. I have faith that she wouldn't be so foolish as to lie to me to my face, especially since we will be in business together well into the future.
"But for me, the crux is this: I invited Minister Tohsaka onto my boat with expressed purpose. You, sir, snuck on, and the combination of sneaking on and a near death does not look favouably upon you.
"You can see why I feel divided here."
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"Geez... this is such a troubling situation to be in."
Really, she doesn't want to have to bring down an entire boat full of people in order to save herself.
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"Now, Dmitri. I'm happy to drop you off immediately somewhere, if you'll reveal your expressed purpose for sneaking on here. I can get my ship mage to compel honesty, so I'd rather you be straight forward and not make me cause a fuss."