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logsinthenight2020-03-15 01:23 am
fjorgedinfire) wrote in logsinthenight2020-03-15 01:23 am
Entry tags:
Injuries Schminjuries [all open]
characters: Fjord and YOU
location: Bonfire Square, The Invincible, around the marked paths
date/time: Beginning and middle of March
content: General catch-all log!
warnings: Body horror (red lamp shenanigans)
A - PATROL NEVER ENDS (All the time)
Getting chomped on by a crocodile spirit at the tail end of February means that, even with a bit of magical assistance in the department from Sora, Fjord is still extremely sore around the rib area. He's gotten a few tips from Soldat on how to bind it properly, to make sure the bandages he still needs to wear are tight around his chest to help brace him further than his armour can provide - but really, the best solution would be to not be out and about at this point.
Not that he's going to stop and take it completely easy. He's still going to do his patrols, with his golden falchion in one hand and his lantern strapped to his waist. But he's being less strenuously intense about the task, for now. He's taking the paths slowly, keeping a bit of distance from the rivers he normally patrols; and using the lessons Jason gave him, brief as they were, to try and talk with some of the spirits that he might pass in the forest.
(They're still creepy, he has to admit. But so long as he's polite, he's pretty sure they don't mind him doing his little magic - casting the Minor Illusion cantrip to create the ocarina notes that pass for words. Understanding them is harder than speaking himself, but he's got a good memory, in case they say anything too complicated.)
B - UNTIL IT DOES (March 11-12)
It's all well and good until he goes and breaks more ribs when he and the others go and explore the courthouse later on. He's still lucky he survived, it feels like - but knowing he was narrowly saved doesn't assuage the guilt of seeing Soldat die nearly directly on top of him, or being unable to help Alisaie more than striking their enemy with lightning so that she could get in a fatal blow, to more than just the bastardous spirit.
He feels like he should be used to people dying when he can't do anything about it. Vandran and the crew, Mollymauk, very nearly Jester and Yasha... It was hard having that feeling of responsibility for their wellbeing weighing on his shoulders. And it hurts to think about them now, when he's dead (twice over now, thanks to the river) and unable to be up there helping them in somehow. He tried to keep himself distracted here, but he missed his old friends.
Not that any of that's particularly easy to get a read on, when he's sitting in the Invincible nursing his new fractures and acid-burned torso. Sora had healed him up some again, but with the new injuries to account for he's just. Going to behave and stay put for a little while. At least it means he's finally using his tablet and browsing the apps and the network.
B - RED VENTI (March 14 onwards) [CW: Body horror]
Fjord wasn't around when the lanterns first started malfunctioning. And so far he's had the good fortune to continue not being present when someone else was dealing with theirs.
Fortune, however, is always a bit fickle.
While he's on his patrol route, passing through the outskirts of Bonfire Square, his crystal-eyed lantern shifts colour - going from its usual yellow to pink, then red, then an ugly, bloody scarlet, sprouting cracks like vines across its glass and leaking water from within, rusting at the hinges and creaking as it swings from Fjord's hip.
He only has a few seconds to look at the change to his lantern and wonder, deeply concerned at the sight, before pain slams into him like a concussion and he goes down with a sharp yelp, falling to his knees, dropping his falchion and grabbing - not his ribs, for once, but his shoulder, gripping it tightly and feeling things start to shift and grow underneath, stabbing the muscles and splitting his skin with excrutiating slowness all the way down the left side of his body, making his bare skin visibly ripple with the sheer force of it, and he grits his teeth together and groans to keep himself from roaring at the pain.
It's hard to tell what exactly is happening to him, at a glance, besides the horrible pain - overwhelming, almost, enough that his eyes are stinging fiercely and he squeezes them tightly shut, barely able to breathe through the stabbing pains attacking his side and breaking through scars and shoving at still-tender ribs - largely because nothing has broken through enough to see what exactly it is yet. Just a mess of bright colours, beneath the thin layer of blood it's all forcing out.
C - WILDCARD
[If anything else happens later on, or someone wants to use a different prompt, this one works!]
location: Bonfire Square, The Invincible, around the marked paths
date/time: Beginning and middle of March
content: General catch-all log!
warnings: Body horror (red lamp shenanigans)
A - PATROL NEVER ENDS (All the time)
Getting chomped on by a crocodile spirit at the tail end of February means that, even with a bit of magical assistance in the department from Sora, Fjord is still extremely sore around the rib area. He's gotten a few tips from Soldat on how to bind it properly, to make sure the bandages he still needs to wear are tight around his chest to help brace him further than his armour can provide - but really, the best solution would be to not be out and about at this point.
Not that he's going to stop and take it completely easy. He's still going to do his patrols, with his golden falchion in one hand and his lantern strapped to his waist. But he's being less strenuously intense about the task, for now. He's taking the paths slowly, keeping a bit of distance from the rivers he normally patrols; and using the lessons Jason gave him, brief as they were, to try and talk with some of the spirits that he might pass in the forest.
(They're still creepy, he has to admit. But so long as he's polite, he's pretty sure they don't mind him doing his little magic - casting the Minor Illusion cantrip to create the ocarina notes that pass for words. Understanding them is harder than speaking himself, but he's got a good memory, in case they say anything too complicated.)
B - UNTIL IT DOES (March 11-12)
It's all well and good until he goes and breaks more ribs when he and the others go and explore the courthouse later on. He's still lucky he survived, it feels like - but knowing he was narrowly saved doesn't assuage the guilt of seeing Soldat die nearly directly on top of him, or being unable to help Alisaie more than striking their enemy with lightning so that she could get in a fatal blow, to more than just the bastardous spirit.
He feels like he should be used to people dying when he can't do anything about it. Vandran and the crew, Mollymauk, very nearly Jester and Yasha... It was hard having that feeling of responsibility for their wellbeing weighing on his shoulders. And it hurts to think about them now, when he's dead (twice over now, thanks to the river) and unable to be up there helping them in somehow. He tried to keep himself distracted here, but he missed his old friends.
Not that any of that's particularly easy to get a read on, when he's sitting in the Invincible nursing his new fractures and acid-burned torso. Sora had healed him up some again, but with the new injuries to account for he's just. Going to behave and stay put for a little while. At least it means he's finally using his tablet and browsing the apps and the network.
B - RED VENTI (March 14 onwards) [CW: Body horror]
Fjord wasn't around when the lanterns first started malfunctioning. And so far he's had the good fortune to continue not being present when someone else was dealing with theirs.
Fortune, however, is always a bit fickle.
While he's on his patrol route, passing through the outskirts of Bonfire Square, his crystal-eyed lantern shifts colour - going from its usual yellow to pink, then red, then an ugly, bloody scarlet, sprouting cracks like vines across its glass and leaking water from within, rusting at the hinges and creaking as it swings from Fjord's hip.
He only has a few seconds to look at the change to his lantern and wonder, deeply concerned at the sight, before pain slams into him like a concussion and he goes down with a sharp yelp, falling to his knees, dropping his falchion and grabbing - not his ribs, for once, but his shoulder, gripping it tightly and feeling things start to shift and grow underneath, stabbing the muscles and splitting his skin with excrutiating slowness all the way down the left side of his body, making his bare skin visibly ripple with the sheer force of it, and he grits his teeth together and groans to keep himself from roaring at the pain.
It's hard to tell what exactly is happening to him, at a glance, besides the horrible pain - overwhelming, almost, enough that his eyes are stinging fiercely and he squeezes them tightly shut, barely able to breathe through the stabbing pains attacking his side and breaking through scars and shoving at still-tender ribs - largely because nothing has broken through enough to see what exactly it is yet. Just a mess of bright colours, beneath the thin layer of blood it's all forcing out.
C - WILDCARD
[If anything else happens later on, or someone wants to use a different prompt, this one works!]
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"I have a few pictures of the sun. I think... I miss that light the most."
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"It sounds wonderful."
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He looks up as he thinks, wondering how to describe it. "On the Menagerie Coast, in summer it's as blue as a sapphire. This rich, beautiful colour in the shallows, and dark as night the closer you get to the horizon. Choppy white waves cresting in the distance like clouds, there for a second and gone the next. Sand as pale as your skin," he adds with a sly little grin at Naminé, "and a sky so blue it looks like someone painted it up there. And at night, it glitters like a diamond, there must be thousands of stars up there, all kinds of coloured constellations streaking across a sky so dark you could drown in it."
He sighs, but it's more wistful this time. "And on a clear enough night, you can see it all reflected in the water, so you barely know where one starts and the other finishes."
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Her thoughts slipped away as Fjord continued to describe his experience with the water. An image painted in her thoughts and her smile grew to a radiant grin. "That sounds amazing Fjord. I wish I could see it."
Naminé scooted a little closer, completely forgetting about her sketchbook. "You really like the ocean too, don't you?"
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"Maybe one day I'll go. I hope, it's soon."