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acatalepsy_logs2019-03-31 03:05 pm
nogoldenmirror) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2019-03-31 03:05 pm
[Open Post] No matter how feared...
Who: Morrigan and you
Where: Around the temple
When: April 1st
Rating PG? PG-13? She's from a rated M game and there may be talk of fire, death, blood rituals, and war. All will be marked.
What: Waking up after a canon update nap is all fun and games until one realizes they're responsible for a small human-ish being.
Prologue CW: Fire, war, blood rituals.
The dream feels far too realistic for what it entails. Or perhaps, that is exactly why it does. It is far more vivid than most of her visits to the Fade, and she has no control over what she sees. Or rather, has no way to modify it. Yet she keeps focusing on how it's simply too real.
Morrigan can feel the warmth of the fire on her skin as she stares into the flames within the fireplace, hear the door open and his initial hesitation to accept her offer in his tone and see it in his body language as she sits on his bed and tells him what must be done. She can feel his skin under her fingertips when he finally agrees and she returns to him after locking the door. It... is easier, considering their mutual feelings for one another. She can even taste the desperation on his lips and realizes it isn't just his.
Allow me to say only one thing before we go.
Fire. Always more fire. The roar of a battlefield, the flames licking at buildings of wood and cobblestone. Amell choosing who to go with him, and naturally, he chooses her, Alistair, and Leliana, leaving the Qunari warrior in charge of those defending the gates.
I was foolish. The battle goes on and on, primal, entropic, and creation energies flung across streets and up stairways as they cut their way through the tireless horde. This could have been so much easier, yet I... Climbing the tower. -cannot regret what was between us. Watching him make the final blow against the corrupted high dragon. Years passing in the blink of an eye.
I will always remember you, my love.
( Closed to Keith )
( Closed to Shiro )
Open Option A
[It has been over sixteen hours in this place since she entertained the notion of food. Honestly, she likely should have headed here first. A fact which she attempted to inform her stomach. Unfortunately, it is still protesting the idea that she'll need it to keep up later. Evidently being half-starved doesn't simply go away even with additional memories from home. One where she needed to keep fed to also sustain a newborn.
Still, she has something that smells of soup brewing on the stove. Morrigan had started throwing it together without thinking, despite the carnival outside. She wasn't exactly in the mood for handling bigger crowds at the moment. Especially since she's still attempting to reconcile it within her head that two years equated to twelve hours.
When she catches the sound of someone else entering, she pauses.] Help yourself, if you please. 'Tis far more than I can manage. [Even if they hadn't just come from, well, that bloody excuse for a station. There's enough in the pot for at least five healthy portions after she poured herself a bowl. She'd grown far too accustomed to preparing large portions for the Wardens.
Of course, making beef stew takes time, so someone may just simply stumble upon her during the cooking process... should they steal themselves away from the madness without.]
Open Option B
[While the festivities are in full swing, Morrigan seers clear for the most part. Despite the scent of cookies nearly overwhelming her. Mm, she misses those so much. However, she has a task to accomplish and little time to do so. Thus she's wandering the temple grounds and later near the edge of the forest, seeking either a previous garden left unattended, or a good place to start a new one.
She's spoken about it before with a few others, of teaching others how to mix herbal remedies -- medicines, as some call it. That requires a steady supply of ingredients, and while she got an idea from Horologium of how to make a greenhouse even more efficient (despite the rot and decay when they first found the place), there is the problem of finding a location and then those with the know-how. That went without even mentioning the materials required, but who knew? Perhaps the next jump would be a fruitful one.
Of course, to an outsider, this likely simply looks like a wilder folk studying the ground for no apparent reason other than perhaps finding mud interesting... Make of it what they will. She's determined about something, at least. Albeit apparently distracted.]
(ooc: If anyone else would like to run into her another way, poke me on discord @ Twee#6092 and I'd be more than willing to work on something with you!)
Where: Around the temple
When: April 1st
Rating PG? PG-13? She's from a rated M game and there may be talk of fire, death, blood rituals, and war. All will be marked.
What: Waking up after a canon update nap is all fun and games until one realizes they're responsible for a small human-ish being.
Prologue CW: Fire, war, blood rituals.
The dream feels far too realistic for what it entails. Or perhaps, that is exactly why it does. It is far more vivid than most of her visits to the Fade, and she has no control over what she sees. Or rather, has no way to modify it. Yet she keeps focusing on how it's simply too real.
Morrigan can feel the warmth of the fire on her skin as she stares into the flames within the fireplace, hear the door open and his initial hesitation to accept her offer in his tone and see it in his body language as she sits on his bed and tells him what must be done. She can feel his skin under her fingertips when he finally agrees and she returns to him after locking the door. It... is easier, considering their mutual feelings for one another. She can even taste the desperation on his lips and realizes it isn't just his.
Allow me to say only one thing before we go.
Fire. Always more fire. The roar of a battlefield, the flames licking at buildings of wood and cobblestone. Amell choosing who to go with him, and naturally, he chooses her, Alistair, and Leliana, leaving the Qunari warrior in charge of those defending the gates.
I was foolish. The battle goes on and on, primal, entropic, and creation energies flung across streets and up stairways as they cut their way through the tireless horde. This could have been so much easier, yet I... Climbing the tower. -cannot regret what was between us. Watching him make the final blow against the corrupted high dragon. Years passing in the blink of an eye.
I will always remember you, my love.
( Closed to Keith )
( Closed to Shiro )
Open Option A
[It has been over sixteen hours in this place since she entertained the notion of food. Honestly, she likely should have headed here first. A fact which she attempted to inform her stomach. Unfortunately, it is still protesting the idea that she'll need it to keep up later. Evidently being half-starved doesn't simply go away even with additional memories from home. One where she needed to keep fed to also sustain a newborn.
Still, she has something that smells of soup brewing on the stove. Morrigan had started throwing it together without thinking, despite the carnival outside. She wasn't exactly in the mood for handling bigger crowds at the moment. Especially since she's still attempting to reconcile it within her head that two years equated to twelve hours.
When she catches the sound of someone else entering, she pauses.] Help yourself, if you please. 'Tis far more than I can manage. [Even if they hadn't just come from, well, that bloody excuse for a station. There's enough in the pot for at least five healthy portions after she poured herself a bowl. She'd grown far too accustomed to preparing large portions for the Wardens.
Of course, making beef stew takes time, so someone may just simply stumble upon her during the cooking process... should they steal themselves away from the madness without.]
Open Option B
[While the festivities are in full swing, Morrigan seers clear for the most part. Despite the scent of cookies nearly overwhelming her. Mm, she misses those so much. However, she has a task to accomplish and little time to do so. Thus she's wandering the temple grounds and later near the edge of the forest, seeking either a previous garden left unattended, or a good place to start a new one.
She's spoken about it before with a few others, of teaching others how to mix herbal remedies -- medicines, as some call it. That requires a steady supply of ingredients, and while she got an idea from Horologium of how to make a greenhouse even more efficient (despite the rot and decay when they first found the place), there is the problem of finding a location and then those with the know-how. That went without even mentioning the materials required, but who knew? Perhaps the next jump would be a fruitful one.
Of course, to an outsider, this likely simply looks like a wilder folk studying the ground for no apparent reason other than perhaps finding mud interesting... Make of it what they will. She's determined about something, at least. Albeit apparently distracted.]
(ooc: If anyone else would like to run into her another way, poke me on discord @ Twee#6092 and I'd be more than willing to work on something with you!)
CLOSED to Keith
Morrigan looks out through the tiny square hole. ...Midday light? How is that possible? She never sleeps in this late. Her own sense of self-preservation wouldn't allow it. The young witch shakes her head and winces, noticing the time on her watch. And that the pale purple that had chipped away from nails that had grown longer during her stay were retinted in the same shade, and her nails perfectly trimmed once more. She pauses just long enough for it to sink in before she jumps out of bed and to the sink, staring at the mirror hanging above it as she grasps the basin tightly with her claws.
Her hair is longer, face and features thinned out further having lost just a little more of the baby fat she'd retained before, save around her stomach and upper thighs. Not half-starved as many of them had been since their last world jump -- including herself -- due to rationing food resources, but sharper. Eyes still haunted, but...brighter than they have been in ages. She splashes cold water on her face before sitting on the edge of the tub in her room. It's midday, almost noon now. She'd been asleep for twelve hours yet it feels longer somehow. And now, she knows exactly why. Those weren't dreams. They were memories.
Something in the back of her mind replays the promise she'd made with another back on that godsforsaken spaceship. Something that feels like a lifetime ago, yet she quickly sends a private audio message to Keith after turning off the water. She's half a mind to shift into a wolf and hide in the forest later, but for now... keeping promises.]
I am late. [She winces at the sound of her own voice, raspy and exhausted as though months were suddenly catching up with her as she tersely adds:] ...My apologies.
audio
Don't worry about it.
[But her voice.] Is everything all right?
audio
She wants to laugh. There are so many things that aren't, and yet... a few that were. She lowers her hand, looking at the band on her left ring finger. ...He'd kept it. He'd kept the one she'd given him. She could almost feel it but knew that with Astoria's magic interfering, it's only a memory.
Instead, she sighs:] I returned "home" -- well, as much as any place can be.
[No child of hers would grow up in a marsh, bereft of contact with the outside world. ...she doesn't bother asking where that came from because the answer's already there.]
audio
[Keith asks the question quietly. He knows it well, how jarring it is to shut your eyes one night and wake up the next morning with so much extra time and experience in your head, written on your body.
And Morrigan is his friend.]
audio
Two years. [Two. Long. Years. And a lot could happen in that time because a lot did happen.]
audio
[That's how long his trip home had been too, so boy is he aware of that much.]
And now you're back here. [Now she never left here. The paradox of it is a lot.] Are you okay? I mean, Shiro and I woke up injured. But more than that... are you okay?
[In the non-physical sense of the word.]
audio
[She says it bitterly, but none of it is aimed at the other. Instead she laughs quietly. Oh, paradoxical moments. How she had not missed them so.]
Physically, yes. [She looks down at herself and really looks. She can see a few stretch marks that have mostly faded on her abdomen, a couple scratches that have healed into paler lines than the rest of her skin.] Any injuries I sustained were healed long before I awoke. The temptation to claw someone to pieces from taking me away from my-
[She freezes as the twinge of fear gnaws at her.] ...from my son, is...
[One breath in. Time freezes whilst we're here, he'll be fine. One breath out. In again. His father's there. Out again.]
I'm going to kill someone if mother dearest finds him before or when I get back. [And to think she says it so calmly.]
audio
[Wow is that true. But he's relieved to hear that she's at least not wounded. That's a start.
But he falls quiet when she mentions a son. That's new. And Keith... well, Keith doesn't like the idea of a mother being taken from her child. He's been on the other side of that, after all, and it's something of a hot button issue.]
Time should hold still while you're here. But... that makes it all the more important to get you back where you belong.
[Because she shouldn't have to be away from her child. That isn't fair or right.]
audio
Or bring him here. That would, odd as it sounds, be far more preferable.
[Hm, let's see. Not be able to get possessed by her own mother and protecting her son from her in one fell stroke. Makes about as much sense as anything else!]
audio
[Blunt. But earnest. So you know, Keith as Keith usually is.]
And for the record, it doesn't sound so odd, to me anyway.
audio
[You gotta admit, Keith. Post-Horologium that's weird.]
...It does. [She's strong enough to admit that, but she shakes the thought from her mind for the time being.] And thank you. Though sitting here is doing little to assist with abating the need to shred something.
[She almost makes a joke about shredding Astoria's favorite dress but stops herself. considering how they're talking.]
audio
[He admits. That nightmare.... yeah. Not okay.
Shredding something though, that he can help with.] If you feel like getting some of that out... I know a few practice targets we could take turns tearing apart.
[And then spar each other once she'd finished with the actively tearing to ribbons portion of working through things.]
audio
The offer earns a grin, however. The kind of grin that would probably give nightmares to anyone who didn't know her well enough to know it didn't mean immediate pain. (She doesn't typically smile when she kills.)]
I thought you'd never ask. [It's as close to what she's used to that she'll get here. It'll have to be enough.]
audio
[You ready, Morrigan? It'll help you feel better. Keith thinks so anyway. This is sort of his go-to for stress relief more often than not.
So if it can help her at all, then even better.]
audio
Otherwise, she's heading directly for the training grounds. If Keith's beaten her there, she'll wave. If not, she waits at the entrance.]
audio
Keith will be waiting for her there. He lifts a hand to wave back. He's in his Blade suit, the one he tends to wear when there's fighting to be done -- sparring or serious -- given that it gives him the best movement and protection potential.
His sword is sheathed at his back. God he misses it being able to transform from knife to sword; that made stowing and carrying it a great deal easier.
But here's Morrigan. And it's the first look he's gotten at her. Yeah. Time has passed. He knows how that feels, to a degree.]
no subject
She didn't bother to change from her usual cloth and leather, but she's never stated that they're called robes of possession. It's a touchy subject, especially for her, but they offer better protections than, well. What the servants give for free. The only difference is her hood is up, but not enough to hide her face.
He'd see the faint scars soon enough anyway and she doesn't care. That look, however, earns a quirked eyebrow.]
I hope I haven't kept you waiting for long. [...This time. Sigh.]
no subject
You haven't. Just got here.
[He had a moment to stretch basically.] Shall we?
no subject
Well, unless there are poultices in there. In which case, oops. She relents with a shrug, the corner of her lips turning up in the slightest of smiles.]
Indeed. Preferences?
[Hand to hand, weapons, or claws?]