[OPEN] Well. That Didn't Go Quite As Planned

[moneytwin]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Temple of Beginnings
When: Immediately After The End.
Rating: PG-13, may vary by thread
What: You fall, you pick yourself back up and you move on. Or at least, you try.


Fished Out Of Water
One minute, you are witnessing the fabric of an entire world implode as it is literally ripped apart by powers unknown. The next, that tell-tale twist somewhere beneath your sternum, before you are bodily YANKED away from Akvos, away from the ocean and the Queen and the King and the Princess.

And land back on (mostly) solid, dry ground.

Welcome back to the Temple of Beginnings. Don't worry, there's no hurry for you to get back up just yet.


Hey, Howya Doin'?
Once you do get back up, now is the time to be taking stock of the situation - yours, your friends, and even those new merfolk neighbours (who may need a hand getting their fins back into the water). There is also the missing members of the Circle to consider: people who disappeared on the journey to Akvos, and those who never made it back..

(There's also that small matter with a certain 'witchess-san' that may be a cause for concern to some more than others.)

Whatever the case, it's a lot to process right now. Take the time you have, because you don't know if it'll be enough for what you need.

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[[ OOC: Here's an open post for threads reacting to the end of the Akvos world hop. Feel free to use the above prompts, and/or make your own! ]]

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bonfire

[fairysong]

[She doesn't see the half-elf woman at first around the fire. She does, however, see the bear that she bonded with the last time she was around a fire.

So again, Sheryl sits on the ground next to Trinket, her tone weary.] Are you feeling tired, too?

Do bears even get tired? [She says

to Trinket. Yeah, she doesn't notice you, Vex. That Stealth skill.]

[moneytwin]

[ Trinket, for his part, is stretched out by the fire, partially curled on one side and his head resting on an outstretched paw. The arrival of Sheryl earns a sniff, before a large wet nose moves to nudge her arm with his muzzle. Hello. His eyes are droopy, and greeting bestowed, he seems to relax back into that half-doze he'd been enjoying.

Meaning the answer to Sheryl's question comes from another source: the shadow reclined against his belly. ]

Given how hard he worked today, tired is a given.

[he's been working hard alongside her all week, truth be told. Today just brings an solemn end note to such activities]

[fairysong]

[Sheryl visibly jumps a little when Vex speaks, her gaze zeroing in on the woman lying there. Really, they're like six feet apart; the fact that Sheryl hadn't seen her is slightly embarrassing.

Best to play it off like it didn't even happen.] ...right, of course. I'm sure he's been a hard worker doing-- whatever it is that bears do.

[Which is... something. She has no idea.]

[moneytwin]

[ Be glad it wasn't Vax. You STILL wouldn't see him, even if his voice was audible.

(Gods, she misses her twin right now.)

She can at least appreciate Sheryl's play at being cool, benevolently not calling her out for the jump. Instead, talking about bears. She can do that. ]

Helped me on the beach. Hauled some merfolk to the water. Then helped me haul wood for the fire. [she never directly looks up at Sheryl; brown eyes seemingly more gold in the firelight] He's a very good boy.

[fairysong]

[Vax stealthed so hard he wound up in Campaign 2.] I know he's a good boy. We bonded last time-- when everyone was in the caves. He and I are very close now.

[For sure.]

Are all of the merfolk resettled here? Nobody else to bring to the water?

[Nobody else alive.]

[moneytwin]

[gods damn it, Vax.]

Really? [there's curiousity in her voice, not doubt, and a small smile tugs on her lips] I'm glad he's bonding with people here. He's fond of Hunk as well.

[the next question returns a serious expression to her face]

To the best of our ability. [pay no attention to that bitter note in her voice] The witch intervened to ensure the native ones don't attack them, but someone will need to properly talk to them about what happened tomorrow, and why there's strangers on their doorstep.

[fairysong]

Sure. Ask him yourself. [Sheryl says, not knowing that Vex can actually do that.

Her lips curl downwards as she draws her knees into her chest.] So the ones who made it still don't have a home.

I could always go sing at them again. Probably wouldn't help this time.

[moneytwin]

[ Well. When she has her actual means to cast spells, she can. Not right now she doesn't.

Plus Trinket is mostly asleep. It'd be rude to wake him up just for that. ]

It takes time to make a home. But that doesn't mean it can't be done. They're safe tonight. [her legs stretch out before her, a faint grunt at how stiff she feels stifled] There's always tomorrow.

Don't rule it out. Could be that it takes a song to make a deal. All depends on what they want in exchange. [maybe something. maybe nothing. Vex doesn't trust to hope on charity being for free, however]

[fairysong]

I've done a lot of singing lately, and I don't think any of it's done one damn bit of good. [She is kinda feeling a little down on her own usefulness here, to be honest. Why did she get such a useless power?]

But if they want a song, I guess I'll give them a song. It's always on the table.

[moneytwin]

You think so, do you? [she crosses her feet at the ankle, letting her booted toes tap together] Weren't they interested when you sang when the caves were first discovered? That alone might help mitigate any tension.

[ But she knows what Sheryl's really referring to, and she lets her eyes close a moment. ]

I've seen a song bring a little boy back from the brink of death. [actual death, in fact, but she's not sure the girl would believe that, even after all they've seen] But I don't know any songs that could have prevented what happened there, even if we wanted it to. My power was certainly of no use...

[fairysong]

[Maybe. She did give an impromptu concert when they first met them. A sort of kind welcome to make their meeting easier.

She frowns a little. Something else catches her mind.] A song saved someone's life? Metaphorically speaking...?