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farsickness2020-10-15 06:05 am
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An Angel Falls
WHO: Merlan O'Keefe; Open
WHEN: October-November
WHAT: Merlan is back, naked, with a whole new body, and boy did she miss her forge.
WHERE: Forge, town
WARNINGS: To be updated; Naked angel
001. ππ½ππ ππ½π πππππΉ πππΉπ; π ππππΆπ ππ ππ½π πππΆππ
WHEN: October-November
WHAT: Merlan is back, naked, with a whole new body, and boy did she miss her forge.
WHERE: Forge, town
WARNINGS: To be updated; Naked angel
001. ππ½ππ ππ½π πππππΉ πππΉπ; π ππππΆπ ππ ππ½π πππΆππ
God is a bastard. He knows it and at the time, she was pretty sure everyone else did, too. There was just something about the sky and the grey-greenness of it that struck Merlan wrong on a massively fundamental kind of way. The air felt wrong, too, people clustered outside in the late spring air doing what humans did. Talking about it. The supernatural communities were screaming about portents and signs and freaking out harder than they ever had.
It made her bones ache and her very genes itch. The magic part of her, well, that was a mess. She was back in Ballarat, sitting in her garden, holding up a death notice for her aunt as the sky looked like it was going to piss down death and destruction. Earthquakes in South America, the coast of California and various fault lines rended earth and sent tidal waves rushing in. Mass beaching events across the world. Communications disrupted worldwide, then.
Fucking end times.
Her magic rose, all of it, when ash began to fall. And she stepped through a rip in time and space. No, no. She fell through it, screaming, as everything around her burned. Merlan remembered it, all of it, and then God in His infinite assholery did something fucked up. He made her better than new as she fell, her made her an honest-to-whatever-deity-you-pray-to angel.
She was still screaming when she hit the ground in a tangle of wings and limbs in a familiar forest. There was darkness for a time, not due to the landing, just a heaviness of heart, of spirit where she drew her knees to her chest and her wings around her. Her voice was so raw, her throat burnt, that nothing was going to come out of it for a long while.
She stood, dirt streaked, naked, and discombobulated and let out a sigh.
002. πΏπππ ππΎπππ
It made her bones ache and her very genes itch. The magic part of her, well, that was a mess. She was back in Ballarat, sitting in her garden, holding up a death notice for her aunt as the sky looked like it was going to piss down death and destruction. Earthquakes in South America, the coast of California and various fault lines rended earth and sent tidal waves rushing in. Mass beaching events across the world. Communications disrupted worldwide, then.
Fucking end times.
Her magic rose, all of it, when ash began to fall. And she stepped through a rip in time and space. No, no. She fell through it, screaming, as everything around her burned. Merlan remembered it, all of it, and then God in His infinite assholery did something fucked up. He made her better than new as she fell, her made her an honest-to-whatever-deity-you-pray-to angel.
She was still screaming when she hit the ground in a tangle of wings and limbs in a familiar forest. There was darkness for a time, not due to the landing, just a heaviness of heart, of spirit where she drew her knees to her chest and her wings around her. Her voice was so raw, her throat burnt, that nothing was going to come out of it for a long while.
She stood, dirt streaked, naked, and discombobulated and let out a sigh.
002. πΏπππ ππΎπππ
Merlan walked the whole way to the Forge, too out of it to realise she could probably fly. Who knew how long it had been? But the forge was still standing and she checked to make sure her horse was still there. He was and happy to see her, too. She felt, vaguely, like a trespasser as she crept into her home, washed up, and put on a fresh set of clothes. Her shoes were there, too, which was a great relief, and by the time she felt close to normal, she had made a cup of coffee.
Strangely, it tasted really good black, and she sat out on the porch.
"Well," she said to no one save the wind, "that was officially the worst vacation ever."
Strangely, it tasted really good black, and she sat out on the porch.
"Well," she said to no one save the wind, "that was officially the worst vacation ever."
003. πΉπΆππππππ πΎπ πΆ π½πππ
She lit the forge and chose a hunk of iron ingots to smelt with a touch of carbon that would net her some nice steel. There was nothing for anger and despair than good hard beating the everliving fuck out of metal. Merlan realised she wasn't going to tire around an hour and a half but the act of making the long blade of a sword without magic was definitely taking her mind off her varied worries and the shock, Hell, everything.
It also helped her think it through. She still had her magic. It was still there, weirdly. So what did that make her exactly?
"Angel mage?" she said aloud like God was going to pop in to confirm. "Mage angel? The fuck am I now, huh? You know, besides definitely not human anymore." God did not pop in. She slammed her hammer down. Damn this was gonna be a nice one. "Actually, Angel Mage, sounds brilliantly badass."
004. ππΎππΉπ½ππΆππ; ππΎππΉπΈπΆππΉ - ππΆππΎπΈ πΎπ πΆ ππΎππΉππππ
It also helped her think it through. She still had her magic. It was still there, weirdly. So what did that make her exactly?
"Angel mage?" she said aloud like God was going to pop in to confirm. "Mage angel? The fuck am I now, huh? You know, besides definitely not human anymore." God did not pop in. She slammed her hammer down. Damn this was gonna be a nice one. "Actually, Angel Mage, sounds brilliantly badass."
004. ππΎππΉπ½ππΆππ; ππΎππΉπΈπΆππΉ - ππΆππΎπΈ πΎπ πΆ ππΎππΉππππ
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"I've been wanting to find better work. My husband doesn't like me getting hurt, and I've been helping one of the merchants keep his wares from danger. So working here would be much better!" He doesn't care about getting hurt himself, it's just annoying. But it upsets Zichen and he is tired of doing that.
"I know some things about working in the forge, and I'm good with my hands. I've been building a house for A-Lan and me, so shelter for the hay and Thunder would be much simpler."
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Her smile is warm and bright as she fluffs the crow's head and in a show of looking pleased, he puffs out his chest and makes a softly satisfied sound. What a happy bird he is. The others drop in closer, inspecting Xue Yang.
"Your husband can be rest assured, you'll be just fine here. We'll figure out decent wages when you like but it'll be fair and you can take home food as well. You'll have to let me know or show me what you enjoy eating."
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Xue Yang fidgets a leg absently, he's a man who rarely stays still for very long. "I don't know anything about planting, but if you do, I'd be happy to learn. I'm strong, I can help!"
He grins at the puffing of feathers. And when the others set to inspecting him, he laughs and holds still to allow it.
"I don't care how much I make as long as I can support my Daozhangs and they're comfortable. None of us are that picky, though A-Chen doesn't eat much meat. I'm not sure if that's a choice or just because we were poor so meat was hard to get."
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Her wings curve around her but don't startle her crow friend at all. They are blue and purple on the inside but on the outside, there are other colours, gold, mauve, and blue as well. It always feels so good to have them out, like a release of pressure.
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"I'll bring them by in a day or so," he promises easily. Not even just because at least Zichen will want to meet her himself and make sure she won't take advantage of him - ha!
"An angel? I don't know what those are," there's almost an apologetic note in his voice. More curious than anything - and the wings draw his attention so maybe... "But healing is a very good skill to have. I would be dead without Daozhang Xingchen, and again here if not for Daozhang Zichen." He speaks of death and dying too casually for most, but it's a fact for him.
"I'll remember!" Because it's never fun to be injured when you could be doing other things. "You have very pretty wings." There's an almost childlike glint of awe in his eyes as he studies them. "Can you fly, too?"