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abhorrently) wrote in ph_logs2026-04-09 02:15 pm
(open.) i'll leave you as you were
Who: Fever (abhorrently) & open.
What: Trying to live life post Eligos's fall.
When: Latter half of April and beyond.
Where: Across Marrow Isle
Warning(s): Will be noted in thread headers.
(cirrus - driving.)
It's an impulse that leads her to fork over the Brass in Calloway's shop for the machine. She has no idea where it cam from and no guarantee that it won't explode, but it's a reckless indulgence that harms no one but herself. Carefully wheeling it to the borders of downtown, Fever's set herself to the task of learning how to drive it, sticking to Northwest Hollow for now if only to have more room to stop and go. It's not elegant, nor intuitive, and the furthest thing from graceful for her to keep getting jolted around, but progress is being made. The erratic sounds of stopping and starting are obvious, and the bright yellow an artificial presence near the fields.
Fever for her part keeps up a quiet commentary to herself, a ghostly blue hand on the scooter to help it stabilize. Or at least, keep it upright when she tumbles off for the first or fourth time. But with time, she manages to get the hang of it, driving to and fro with practiced ease. This is going to be a true and wonderful investment, and she laughs with unrestrained joy to go swiftly.
Except when it runs out of energy, and Fever lets out a frustrated shout. It was just getting good, after all.
(altocumulus - hot springs.)
With all the fuss and stress of the last few weeks, it's a relief to slide back into the hot springs and forget about it all for a while. The vehicle's offered an easier transport, and she's brought sustenance, and out here someone would have to call her sending stone to bother her about anything. The hot water's a relief to her body, and she periodically sinks down to relieve her neck.
Hearing anything or anyone else, she'll be back to being alert, but seeing a person, she'll simply wave in greeting, inviting them to share the waters. They aren't hers - they're for everyone, and frankly, she can be convinced to part with some of her bounty.
How people choose to take the waters is up to them, but if anyone starts getting squeamish or weird, she does have her clothes close enough to be able to throw them back on. It's merely a body, and everyone has them - Fever sees no point in raising a huge fuss over it.
(stratus - training.)
It might seem counterintuitive to train when previously she was so afraid of what her hands could do. But control is the byword, the key element of what she needs. Shore up the defenses, get back on her feet, and keep fighting. With Valdis gone, her swordplay is left to what Darcy can teach her and practicing with a dummy that she's tied to a scarecrow's stake. The practice rapier is a far cry from the golden one hidden in her belongings, but it's necessary. She won't go flaunting that to just anyone.
It's not hard to find her, with the half-shouts of a serious training session in the area the milita was using, working on using the blade and holding a spell in her off hand to be released when it feels like she can naturally let it fly. Or it's a whip, thin and sharp and cracking, being directed until wider swings are pulled down into precise movements. Afternoon moves to early evening, and she takes her breaks lying down on the ground, observing clouds overhead and letting her heart thump in her chest.
It feels right, sweating and refining her motions until nothing is wasted. If she's to be an assassin all her days, she'll remain as good of one as she can possibly be.
(orographic - wildcard.)
[for any and all ideas that don't match up to the prompts! let's go for it.]
abhorrently) & open. What: Trying to live life post Eligos's fall.
When: Latter half of April and beyond.
Where: Across Marrow Isle
Warning(s): Will be noted in thread headers.
(cirrus - driving.)
It's an impulse that leads her to fork over the Brass in Calloway's shop for the machine. She has no idea where it cam from and no guarantee that it won't explode, but it's a reckless indulgence that harms no one but herself. Carefully wheeling it to the borders of downtown, Fever's set herself to the task of learning how to drive it, sticking to Northwest Hollow for now if only to have more room to stop and go. It's not elegant, nor intuitive, and the furthest thing from graceful for her to keep getting jolted around, but progress is being made. The erratic sounds of stopping and starting are obvious, and the bright yellow an artificial presence near the fields.
Fever for her part keeps up a quiet commentary to herself, a ghostly blue hand on the scooter to help it stabilize. Or at least, keep it upright when she tumbles off for the first or fourth time. But with time, she manages to get the hang of it, driving to and fro with practiced ease. This is going to be a true and wonderful investment, and she laughs with unrestrained joy to go swiftly.
Except when it runs out of energy, and Fever lets out a frustrated shout. It was just getting good, after all.
(altocumulus - hot springs.)
With all the fuss and stress of the last few weeks, it's a relief to slide back into the hot springs and forget about it all for a while. The vehicle's offered an easier transport, and she's brought sustenance, and out here someone would have to call her sending stone to bother her about anything. The hot water's a relief to her body, and she periodically sinks down to relieve her neck.
Hearing anything or anyone else, she'll be back to being alert, but seeing a person, she'll simply wave in greeting, inviting them to share the waters. They aren't hers - they're for everyone, and frankly, she can be convinced to part with some of her bounty.
How people choose to take the waters is up to them, but if anyone starts getting squeamish or weird, she does have her clothes close enough to be able to throw them back on. It's merely a body, and everyone has them - Fever sees no point in raising a huge fuss over it.
(stratus - training.)
It might seem counterintuitive to train when previously she was so afraid of what her hands could do. But control is the byword, the key element of what she needs. Shore up the defenses, get back on her feet, and keep fighting. With Valdis gone, her swordplay is left to what Darcy can teach her and practicing with a dummy that she's tied to a scarecrow's stake. The practice rapier is a far cry from the golden one hidden in her belongings, but it's necessary. She won't go flaunting that to just anyone.
It's not hard to find her, with the half-shouts of a serious training session in the area the milita was using, working on using the blade and holding a spell in her off hand to be released when it feels like she can naturally let it fly. Or it's a whip, thin and sharp and cracking, being directed until wider swings are pulled down into precise movements. Afternoon moves to early evening, and she takes her breaks lying down on the ground, observing clouds overhead and letting her heart thump in her chest.
It feels right, sweating and refining her motions until nothing is wasted. If she's to be an assassin all her days, she'll remain as good of one as she can possibly be.
(orographic - wildcard.)
[for any and all ideas that don't match up to the prompts! let's go for it.]
cirrus
Ragatha's seen her go down the road outside the farms once already, which, well, already raised some questions (they didn't have vehicles like that in this era, did they?), but she mostly decided to mind her own business and keep on with her work.
But when Fever tumbles off the bike, she comes up to her fence and calls over, "Oh, hey, are you okay?"
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"How much of that did you see?"
Thankfully, the mage hand has kept the scooter from falling over quickly, lowering it to the ground so nothing breaks.
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"Uh— as little as you'd like me to have seen?" Ragatha half-jokes—really, tell her to pretend it never happened and she'd just do it, she's that kind of person. She considers climbing over the fence, but doesn't yet—the woman doesn't seem hurt, so...
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She doesn't sound mad about it, though. It's just her pride more than anything, and that's usually broken to pieces halfway through any week. Getting up, she winces - that's definitely going to bruise - and works on lifting the scooter back up.
"Calloway told me this was a simple matter to learn to drive. Clearly, his version of simple and mine are not identical."
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Ragatha flashes a sheepish smile.
"Oh, that's where that came from!" She has heard of that strange store, by now, so that answers the question she wasn't at all planning to voice. "I suppose a salesman would downsell the difficulty to get a sale... I can't imagine something like that came cheap."
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Which is underselling it, but there's no reason to brag about how much she doesn't spend her money.
"It seemed interesting, and it will make transport easier - I just have to get the hang of balancing right."
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"It will definitely be more convenient once you get the hang of it. I'm getting by just fine with the horses, but you can't really beat motorised transportation!"
She's actually more than fine with her horses and is far happier to have that back than she would be any vehicle, but, still. It's not incorrect, generally speaking.
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your practice but uh, if you need a break at any point, you're welcome to come inside and have a drink or something? Or if you need a hand I'll be out here for a while, you know how farms are." Probably. Hopefully (so she doesn't sound like a fool).
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And no water when you're falling all over yourself is an additional trial to face. Still, if she's nice, she might get to meet the horses, which is a huge plus in the doll woman's favor.
"Do you mind if I put this craft next to the fence?"
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"Not at all! I doubt anyone will try to take it but we can see this spot from the window, anyway."
The actual gate is further down, but the fence isn't terribly hard to hop over when you're not the size of a child.
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"I'm Fever, by the way."
One day she'll introduce herself earlier in a conversation. One day.
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Oh, that's— well she'd call it unusual but really it wouldn't be that out of place in the circus, so... (sometimes it's still a little embarrassing to introduce herself, even).
"I'm Ragatha. It's nice to meet you, Fever!" She leads toward the farmhouse itself, glancing back over her shoulder. "I'm sorry for any mess, I'm still getting the place in tip-top shape after moving in."
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Probably recently, unless she's been so caught up in her own goings-on that she wouldn't have noticed Ragatha around - which is possible, given how disoriented she's felt recently.
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"Oh, well, just before the..." don't say adventure, to anyone outside the circus group that would sound horribly dismissive, "...thing, that happened last month? So, not too long."
About a month now, she supposes, though she's still rather getting used to actually having real days again. With dates.
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There are more extended problems that people have been swept up in immediately after arrival, like the Blight, but that didn't come with the same fears as the recent incident.
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"That's what most people have said! Which is— good, it's nice to know it's not always... quite that bad. And it's been quiet since, which is more relief than I'm used to!"
She opens the front door and leads Fever into a nicely kept living space, with barely any mess despite her apology.
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"This place has been something of a sanctuary, despite the intermittent...incidents, let's call them that. Being able to be somewhere that things grow, where the seasons change, with solid ground - it's enough to fight for."
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"Yes, exactly, it's nice to be somewhere... alive," Ragatha agrees, quietly processing the implication that Fever has also been in a similar, less-real place. She wouldn't be the first non-circus resident she's heard imply the same. "It's a lovely town, despite the... incidents, as you said."
She walks into the kitchen, "Did you just want water, or—?"
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Look, who doesn't prefer juice to water, when all is said and done.
"And alive is the right way to put it. One of the first things I did when I came here was help out on one of the farms - just to feel the earth and to see real plants again."
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She starts drawing glasses of water. She doesn't actually have a lot else in, right now.
"That has been something nice, about being back on a farm. It's been so long, but it's still just as fulfilling. If— a little harder."