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ph_logs2023-12-04 01:40 pm
maltesefalcon) wrote in ph_logs2023-12-04 01:40 pm
[OPEN] When your seams have come unknitted and you cry out to the sky
Who: Cerrit Agrupnin and you
When: Early December
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): Will be in comment subject lines
1. All the pins inside your fretted head [Patrol route]
It's a dark and stormy afternoon, or perhaps a morning with fog thick as pea soup, and Cerrit is in it up to his elbows. The enforcers' patrol doesn't let up for a little weather. No, Cerrit left his beat cop days in Avalir behind decades ago, but here he is again, starting from the ground up. Perhaps you're in a shop when he ducks in to get a moment's reprieve from the beating rain, or perhaps you're another enforcer assigned to patrol with him.
Get your noir detective drama here.
2. And your muttered whens and hows [The bluffs and the beach]
It is a clear, if crisp day that Cerrit chooses to make an investigation of the barrier. If you're in the area, you might see a large winged figure flying right up to that ring in the water that marks the barrier, or standing on the sand and staring contemplatively.
It's relatively clear what he's up to. Care to discuss the matter with him? He could use a rubber duck.
3. All your mother's weaves and your father's threads [Jean's training grounds]
With the work a certain nugget's put into trying to organize people, Cerrit's thrown a good deal of support behind the project. If someone needs training in basic weapon forms, he's glad to spar with his escrima sticks or a quarterstaff--though he's wary of hand-to-hand, given exactly how sharp his hands are. Or he might simply take someone on a run along one of the trails, because conditioning is just as important as fighting form, and running away will save lives.
Either way, there's a huge-ass bird offering his expertise to anyone who wants it. Perhaps if you get him talking, you can get other types of training as well...
4. Let me rob them of you now [Wildcard]
Find me at darkersolstice to plot.
When: Early December
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): Will be in comment subject lines
1. All the pins inside your fretted head [Patrol route]
It's a dark and stormy afternoon, or perhaps a morning with fog thick as pea soup, and Cerrit is in it up to his elbows. The enforcers' patrol doesn't let up for a little weather. No, Cerrit left his beat cop days in Avalir behind decades ago, but here he is again, starting from the ground up. Perhaps you're in a shop when he ducks in to get a moment's reprieve from the beating rain, or perhaps you're another enforcer assigned to patrol with him.
Get your noir detective drama here.
2. And your muttered whens and hows [The bluffs and the beach]
It is a clear, if crisp day that Cerrit chooses to make an investigation of the barrier. If you're in the area, you might see a large winged figure flying right up to that ring in the water that marks the barrier, or standing on the sand and staring contemplatively.
It's relatively clear what he's up to. Care to discuss the matter with him? He could use a rubber duck.
3. All your mother's weaves and your father's threads [Jean's training grounds]
With the work a certain nugget's put into trying to organize people, Cerrit's thrown a good deal of support behind the project. If someone needs training in basic weapon forms, he's glad to spar with his escrima sticks or a quarterstaff--though he's wary of hand-to-hand, given exactly how sharp his hands are. Or he might simply take someone on a run along one of the trails, because conditioning is just as important as fighting form, and running away will save lives.
Either way, there's a huge-ass bird offering his expertise to anyone who wants it. Perhaps if you get him talking, you can get other types of training as well...
4. Let me rob them of you now [Wildcard]
Find me at darkersolstice to plot.
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He helps to unpack the food, setting up a plate for Watson, one for himself.
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Look, he's a doctor, not an architect.
"I think I may honestly be beginning to settle in," he adds, wryly. "Listen to me. Thank you," he adds, as he takes his plate.
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There’s both wistfulness and sympathy there.
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He's trying to give space, to avoid crowding. He was, after all, allowed to express some miserable history, and the proper thing is to offer space in turn. "Here, and elsewhere. Apparently that is true in all our worlds."
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This is normal, companionable.
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"Yes," he says, "I think I would like that very much. We could make it a regular appointment, even, circumstances allowing."