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lostcarnival2017-08-16 10:53 am
hippocarnival) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-16 10:53 am
Entry tags:
[Open]
Who: Yuya & everyone
When: Day 146-152
Where: Around the Carnival & Summerlands
What: Recovery, new changes, and continued antics while the carnival has a nice, long break.
Warnings: None, probably?
[Handstands]
[Yuya's in significantly better health than when they first arrived. He can still feel the residual pain and his stamina is rebuilding, but he's much more lively than before. He also realizes he needs to rebuild his strength, so even if he can't perform yet he's at least practicing so that he'll be ready to bounce back into action as soon as he's cleared.
He's taking his exercise outside the tents so the rest of the performers have plenty of room, and instead can be found tending to his errands around the carnival... on his hands. Just walking on his hands, knees bent for better balance as he navigates from the trailers to the cookhouse for lunch.] Excuse me! Coming through!
[Shadow]
[His shadow has been acting up since he returned. At first he was sure it was just a trick of his mind, but the long it goes on, the more chances he has to see that it is, in fact, just moving on its own sometimes. Okay, that's weird, but he just tries to ignore it. Only it doesn't end there, and by the second week it's taken on a different shape entirely. That's not uncommon, he's been assured, but when he finds it morphed into someone a little broader, taller (older), with hair that spikes up... it's unsettling.
He knows who it looks like. He's standing, shoulders tense as he glares at his own shadow. In the middle of the walkway.]
[Summerlands]
[Yuya's come to accept the Summer people. They're certainly not at domineering, volatile, or frightening as the rest of the Summer Court, and plenty of veterans--not the mention the Ringmaster seem to trust them wholly. So he's navigated deeper into the city, to one of the miracle gardens hidden behind pillars and wisteria.
It's a very small, circular garden, flush and green with scattered flowers. The greatest concentration of them, currently, is around Yuya--who's sitting down with dried fruit to snack on, looking serene.
It's easy to tell what's going on, because as soon as anyone steps in with a positive feeling flowers will start to sprout near them. The better they feel the bigger, brighter, more beautiful the flowers become. They smell wonderful, and something about that scent will bring good memories more easily to the front of their mind--no doubt generating more good feelings and more flowers. It's cyclical.]
[Wildcard]
[???]
When: Day 146-152
Where: Around the Carnival & Summerlands
What: Recovery, new changes, and continued antics while the carnival has a nice, long break.
Warnings: None, probably?
[Handstands]
[Yuya's in significantly better health than when they first arrived. He can still feel the residual pain and his stamina is rebuilding, but he's much more lively than before. He also realizes he needs to rebuild his strength, so even if he can't perform yet he's at least practicing so that he'll be ready to bounce back into action as soon as he's cleared.
He's taking his exercise outside the tents so the rest of the performers have plenty of room, and instead can be found tending to his errands around the carnival... on his hands. Just walking on his hands, knees bent for better balance as he navigates from the trailers to the cookhouse for lunch.] Excuse me! Coming through!
[Shadow]
[His shadow has been acting up since he returned. At first he was sure it was just a trick of his mind, but the long it goes on, the more chances he has to see that it is, in fact, just moving on its own sometimes. Okay, that's weird, but he just tries to ignore it. Only it doesn't end there, and by the second week it's taken on a different shape entirely. That's not uncommon, he's been assured, but when he finds it morphed into someone a little broader, taller (older), with hair that spikes up... it's unsettling.
He knows who it looks like. He's standing, shoulders tense as he glares at his own shadow. In the middle of the walkway.]
[Summerlands]
[Yuya's come to accept the Summer people. They're certainly not at domineering, volatile, or frightening as the rest of the Summer Court, and plenty of veterans--not the mention the Ringmaster seem to trust them wholly. So he's navigated deeper into the city, to one of the miracle gardens hidden behind pillars and wisteria.
It's a very small, circular garden, flush and green with scattered flowers. The greatest concentration of them, currently, is around Yuya--who's sitting down with dried fruit to snack on, looking serene.
It's easy to tell what's going on, because as soon as anyone steps in with a positive feeling flowers will start to sprout near them. The better they feel the bigger, brighter, more beautiful the flowers become. They smell wonderful, and something about that scent will bring good memories more easily to the front of their mind--no doubt generating more good feelings and more flowers. It's cyclical.]
[Wildcard]
[???]
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And versatile as electricity is, it still can't compare to the beauty of a well-constructed blastia formula. [She says it matter-of-factly, but even among mages, Rita's about the only person who sees that much beauty in them.] Besides, the magic's an important part.
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[She brings a hand up to the choker on her neck, tracing her fingertips around its red-jeweled center.] ...This my blastia. Without her, I never could've become the mage I am today.
[Around her, those sprouting flowers open, blossoming into colorful chrysanthemums. The blastia might be an inanimate object and a useful tool, but to Rita, it's much more than that.]
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He can kind of understand it. His Odd-Eyes is a lot more than just a piece of a game to him, after all.] How long have you been studying magic?
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[Which is a point of pride for her, so those flowers are still steadily blooming. Becoming a licensed researcher is an accomplishment in itself, but it's almost unheard of for a kid that young to do it.]
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He absently spins the plucked flower again, propping his chin on his hand.] That's a few years, right? Why pick magic?
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I grew up in a blastia research facility. It was never really between studying magic and studying something else. If I didn't become a mage, I probably would've ended up in an orphanage somewhere instead.
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[That's a no.]
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But even so... back then, I preferred them over people. Whenever I examined their parts or their formulas, I felt like I was connecting with them... like I understood how they felt. And unlike people, I could always trust the blastia.
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Then he shakes his head to wave the thought away.] What about now?
[Obviously they're still important to her, but are they all she has...?]
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[She glances away self-consciously.] I know there are plenty of other things in the world worth caring about, too.
[But that sounds really cheesy, so she looks to him with a frown.] Most of you have a long way to go before you're as good as the blastia, though.
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[There's a part of her that's kind of happy, or... relieved, at least. Back in Aspio, most people who learned how deep her blastia obsession ran treated her like a freak and avoided her. Of course, Yuya's only seen a small part of that side of her... but, still. He could've reacted a lot worse.]
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Barely any magic means... you do know some?
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[So Rita wasn't the only one to retain some kind of power that her Portland counterpart possessed...]
I see... That could be useful, if we keep encountering fae at the rate we've been going at.
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[Ringmaster included. Dying is probably disorienting to her as well, right?]