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[bearshermark]

eleven

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un: absterge

[downswing]

( A few days after Hendrik's departure: )


What of your spirits?

un: sprite bulb

[bearshermark]

My spirits?

[downswing]

Your humour. Temperament.

[bearshermark]

Weary but holding.

say three days after our last thread and some previously discussed handwaved things

[lancifolium]

Haven't you noticed your glove's missing yet?

[bearshermark]

You found it? Thank the Goddess. It's the left one, too.

post el's meeting with the doxe, text

[lancifolium]

Are you alright?

[ Because if he ended up being taken prisoner because of that meeting she will pick this place apart brick by brick. ]

[bearshermark]

[Lily. He'd neglected going anywhere, too shaken and newly disgusted with the political power struggle to manage putting on a smile for anyone let alone talk to them, but Lily.. had likely missed him at court]

I'm okay.

[And because that's kind of a lie and he feels terrible about it, he follows it up shortly after]

Nothing is wrong with me anyway.

pre dragon mess

[lancifolium]

[ Hanging from his doorknob was a small drawstring pouch that had been carefully knotted shut.

There was no note attached but inside was a flat round disk of polished wood with a hinge on its side. About the size of a small pocket watch, it would have looked like a rudimentary locket had the top not been carved to resemble a window, and the clasp that opened it, its latch.

Inside was a tiny painting made to look as though the viewer were staring off the side of a cliff at Yggdrasil, or at least as close as the artist Lily had commissioned could get based on El’s sketch and the rather mad sounding description she offered.

The grass on the cliffside wafted in the breeze, as a tiny flock of birds - no bigger than the twitch of a small paintbrush - flew past, heading towards the massive tree floating serenely on the horizon, gently glowing a comforting blue-green light. ]

text; un: sprite bulb

[bearshermark]

It's wonderful, thank you. More precious to me than anything else I own.

How is it moving like that?

un: absterge

[downswing]

Apologies: wire.

[bearshermark]

You mean the wire I made you in Sa-Hareth?

un: moonage daydream, post study group

[lancifolium]

Is the coast clear? Can I pop over, there's a lot to talk about. I'm bringing cake, it's vital.

[bearshermark]

[A short hum]

That sounds lovely. When you're ready. I don't make plans of my evenings lately.

un: absterge | after encountering xenolily

[downswing]

I bring poor tidings.

[bearshermark]

What is it?

11/21 before sunrise

[elfuego]

Eleven can I ask your advice?

[ Help him. He just sent the dumbest letter in the world. ]

late morning

[bearshermark]

Sure, though I can't promise to be terribly wise.

action_backdated to before eleven's arrest

[in_theworks]

[since the mess with the undead, Eleven's been running around, healing people, you say? well, he may have someone else that needs healing here, shortly, as Wrench has gotten himself into the shit. he saw some asshole getting violent with a kid, you see, and felt the need to put himself between them. the bad news is that Wrench only has a dagger, given to him by Diego when things started falling apart, and the other guy has an axe -- not that he's backing down]

[still, though. this isn't a fight he's likely to win. so, um]

[help?]

[bearshermark]

[He's wearing clothes most anyone native to the city would recognize as healer's robes, easing his path through town and quite obviously availing himself to anyone that might need medical attention. The single sword strapped to his back is more statement than purpose.

Eleven turns toward the sound of confrontation with a frown, looking quickly over the child for injury before turning his attention on the new combatants. Daggers aren't meant for direct confrontation, particularly against an axe. He also knows the chances of sleeping someone focused are slim.

He stops a few feet away, out of immediate range. He's sparred with Hendrik and Erik enough to feel qualified in attempting an intervention]

The city's healers are stretched thin enough already. I'd ask not to add more injured to the count.

pre arrest lightning brodown

[elfuego]

"Stop worrying," Zuko sounded almost carefree as he inhaled a slow deep breath, centering himself with his feet flat against the ground, the first two fingers of each hand extending out like he meant to give himself two defined points on his body.

He had been ready when his father had attacked his lightning, and while Zuko was certain he would be able to redirect it when Azula very likely did the same to him during the Agni Kai Moran saw in his future - he wanted to practice. There was time until he had to face Azula, and while he did not know how long it was going to be before this Beacon was activated and they could return home he intended to use his time wisely.

"Do it, I'm ready."

[bearshermark]

He couldn't help but hesitate. Eleven had never intentionally directed lightning at an ally- or friend. But Zuko seemed certain, adopting a specific stance he'd never seen before- and, well, if it was like the fire, then it was just energy..

Goddess, if this didn't work out.. Though he had some control over the power of the strike, it would still do a fair bit of harm. Perhaps not enough to kill, but there was still that chance.

He breathed, then swallowed. "It'll come from above." At least he'd be right there to help heal him if needed.

Eleven drew his hands in, gathering energy, felt the static build through the air, then shot them out toward Zuko. Lightning answered his call, piercing the cloud cover to deal swift judgement to its target below.

His heart lurched, abruptly certain of his own stupidity.

"Zuko!"

about 12-24 hours after his relocation to sa-hareth (the visit~)

[lancifolium]

[ They haven't had time to speak, Lily felt like she barely had a second to affirm that he was really alright before Five was skirting him to safety.

Since then Lily had been kept busy - stashing the horses and sneaking everyone back to their lives and making sure there's adequate alibis in place for everyone who had accompanied her and Five to save them. When she's finally left alone and it all starts to hit her, Lily doesn't hesitate to reach for her pendant. ]

I miss you so much I could scream.

[bearshermark]

I'm sorry. I wish I could return to the city without trouble.

I'd say you could come here, but I don't know that you've been to Sa-Hareth proper.

action, beans in the chicken coop.

[lancifolium]

"El, El," his name was whispered urgently through the peephole of the chicken coop as Lily peeked out at him, trying to ignore the sounds of clucking behind her.

Privacy wasn't exactly ample here at the lighthouse, and the times when they could be alone Lily usually spent distracted by just how creepy the lighthouse was at night, but midday, while close enough to the lighthouse that suits weren't needed with all the ample room one of the chicken coops on the grounds provided? It seemed like as good as place as any had been lately to send him a note to come meet her and wait among the handful of hens still pecking the ground inside the coop for him to arrive.

[bearshermark]

Eleven turned at the sound of her voice, then spotted her through the peephole with a laugh. He waded through the chickens with a fond smile and moved to greet her.

"An odd place to meet."

un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

Eleven, have you seen Lily of late?

[bearshermark]

[And here he'd been doing a fantastic job of making up excuses]

No