Training at Sunrise

[buildyourworld]

Who: Tieria and YOU
When: May 9th, a day AFTER Intro Log
Where: Caissa, Coastal District
What: Tieria organized a mass training session, hideous ensues?
Rating: Violence, language, more violence




If you made your way to the location, you're already one step closer upon completing your training because this part of the beach is the furthest away from any settlement or port and also the hardest to find. You probably found it by following other heroes' trail, or you're those who stumbles around until you found it or you're actually one of those who went scouting before the actual day.

Either way, congratulation for making it this far ( puns completely intended ). Surrounding the rocky beach is an even rockier cliff. Be careful not to stumble or you will find yourself in need of healing. Thankfully, there are Kings ready to make a guinea pig out of your healing needs around. Your training will be held on the round rock-carved deck overlooking the beautiful sea or on the less rocky stretch of the beach, depending on your Trainer's choice. If you're lucky, your Trainer might even have you hike up that rocky cliff. You may even treat yourself to Caissa's fantastic sunset if you made it up there in time!

In any case, once you've arrived at sunrise ( or rather when the sun has risen sufficiently over the horizon because you're that bad with direction or has no sense of time ) and is done catching your breath, you will come to a notice pinned on the tall fences that tells you to tie a ribbon ( in the buckets, also tied to the fence ) corresponding to the training you wish to partake in on your arm.

Stamina ( GREEN ) ✽ Endurance ( ORANGE ) ✽ Weapons ( BLUE ) ✽ Magic ( PURPLE )

The notice will also instructs those who volunteers to be Trainers to tie a different set of ribbons, with black stripe over the four corresponding colors, on their arm to help differentiate them and the course(s) they're instructing. Of course, if you turn out to be a terrible Trainer, Tieria will rip that ribbon off you and very possibly shoves you into the sea.

There are no training weapon available because you're supposed to bring your own magic weapon.
If you forgot, you can either run back for it or pick a different course.

There's also a clause in very bold red letters that forbid killing. Break it and you will be broken in return.

Are you done tying those ribbons? Then what are you waiting? Get moving!





(( OOC: Please indicate in your top level if your character is a Trainer (which course are they instructing?) or Trainee.
eg.: Harry Potter | TRAINER - MAGIC
eg.: Severus Potter | TRAINEE - EVERYTHING PLEASE

Feel free to mingle around! Make friends, frenemies and even better, rivals! ))

Comments

[showsnopiety]

Holy then, if the light is any indication.

[She sighs, and spreads her hands.]

But yes? You may call me a dud if you wish, or a rank amateur.

[hymnals]

[ He frowns. ]

A good teacher does not berate their students.

[ He pulls up his sleeve -- there are bruises on his arm, starkly purple over the bright, red glow of his tattoos. ]

Let's try to figure this out. Heal these bruises, if you can. Let me see what you do.

[showsnopiety]

[She frowns at the bruises, seeming...almost concerned. And while she's always been curious about his tattoos? Now isn't the time. She takes in a deep breath, and closes her eyes. Gathering mana is easy for her; it's ready to flow through her body, out into the world.

She makes a gesture with her wrists. Nothing happens, and she scowls, taking in a deep breath. A passage comes to mind, and she speaks it, slowly, as if it will help.]

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

[It flows, this time but...not enough for the healing to be effective? It's spread out too much. It's almost like trying to spray with a hose but ending up with a weird mist.]

[hymnals]

[ He observes her carefully, his eyes narrowed. The incantation has some flavor of what he's used to, but he's not bothered with it, either way. He's concerned with the result. ]

Caren. At its heart, magic is weaponized desire. What do you want, when you see an injury? How do you imagine treating it?

[showsnopiety]

....

[She sighs, and her eyes open. That's a very good question. Unless she truly needs it, she doesn't care about being well.]

How another would treat it completely mundane. Check for signs of infection, clean it, see if it needs to be sewn together or brought together with a staple or covered lightly.

...it doesn't fix it per se, but it eases the discomfort and speeds the body along. Unless there's other injuries.

That's what I'm used to.

[hymnals]

Clinical, then. That's not a bad place to start.

[ He traces the outline of one particular bruise; it's relatively fresh, dark purple and livid. ]

But you have to go beyond that. You told me before that you once felt others' pain, back in your own world. Imagine the ability to do more. Imagine inverting that pain, reversing it. Suffering turned to health. Skin mending itself. Bones reforming, tissue regenerating.

And--most important of all--want it, Caren.

[ He taps his arm. ]

Try again.

[showsnopiety]

[She listens quietly. Things that the body can do to itself, time and time again. Cells reform, use energy from the food offered to the body to mend itself.

But there's still a feeling of frustration. Just...]

It's almost easier imagining taking it onto myself.

[The words are murmured; not meant to be rebellion but could be taken as such. But...skin. What makes a bruise a bruise? Her mind ticks back to how the body works. Her eyes close again to make it easier to concentrate. The verse is murmured under her breath, and her fingers flicker, where the bruise stands out, vivid and dark.

And this time, it seems to work. Caren inhales sharply, and the bruise fades out on Adra's skin. Looks like she got over that mental hurtle after all.

...sort of.]

[hymnals]

[ Adra's long ears aren't just for show. They twitch as he picks up on her muttering, but he doesn't say anything right away. Instead, he waits, and he observes.

He feels a stronger surge of magic when she recasts the spell, and he sighs in obvious relief as the bruise mends itself. That one had been particularly tender. ]

Well done. But.

[ He paces a little, thinking. ]

If thinking about it that way -- thinking about it as pain you take, rather than pain you simply fix -- helps you ... you should try it.

[showsnopiety]

....that would make more sense for me.

That's what I'm supposed to do.

[Take the pain, not simply fix it. And again, Caren tries it. Her eyes close, and there's a sweeping gesture of her hands, encompassing what bruises that are still vivid on Adra's skin. This time, her voice comes confident, and the verse entirely different.]

Pain is a kindly, hopeful thing, a certain proof of life.

[This time, it's effective. Caren has to suck in a hard breath, feeling the pain that Adra had, afresh, before she goes limp. But...at least his pain and bruises should be gone.]

[hymnals]

[ Well, he can't deny that it's effective. But at what cost? He goes to her, frowning, and reaches--without thinking--to steady her. ]

Kindly and hopeful? Is that what you really believe?

[showsnopiety]

It's part of a verse, translated.

[She steadies under his hands, her eyes closed. She just needs a moment, she's certain. The pain was intense-just as if she had been hit herself-but she can manage.]

But if I couldn't feel pain, I would feel nothing.

[hymnals]

[ Damn. ]

Well, that's dark. No fuzzy blankets for you, huh? Spring breezes right out?

[showsnopiety]

Never really got those, and that was just a sensation.

[She shrugs.]

[hymnals]

Laughter isn't on the table, either, apparently.

[showsnopiety]

I'd need something to laugh about.

[hymnals]

[ He rubs his temples. ]

Are you telling me that you typically don't feel anything?

[showsnopiety]

Typically? Yes.

Is there something wrong?

[hymnals]

[ He laughs, a little incredulously. ]

I'm just--trying to imagine what that must be like.

[ Because Adra, of course, feels literally everything all the time, and often with near overwhelming intensity. ]

Quiet, I suppose.

[showsnopiety]

It's dead silent.

[She offers a little shrug, her hands clasped in front of her. She's not surprised at his reaction; it's almost typical.]

And it is awkward when you're expected to act a certain way. React to something with pleasure. Anger. Sadness. Don't even get me started on love or affection.

At least with pain or suffering, I can feel something.

[hymnals]

And you've been this way since birth?

[ His tone is less judging, and more--clinical. Like a doctor assessing a patient. ]

[showsnopiety]

Oh yes.

I didn't get my first stigma until I was ten years old. After that, I was used for demon detection.

But I've lost that since I arrived. I miss the bandages.

[hymnals]

[ fucking hell caren ]

You need to consider your approach carefully. Maybe it's easier for you to imagine taking the pain into yourself, but if you suffer so much each time, your work won't be particularly efficient.

[ Also: suffering is terrible and should be avoided. But Adra can hardly judge her on that count, so he won't. ]

[showsnopiety]

[CAN'T A GIRL MISS HER BANDAGES]

That would depend on how the pain was taken in, and what kind of pain. But, I suppose if I am to heal on a rapid basis it would be less effective.

[This takes a second to consider. Hm.]

Minor healing perhaps. I'll simply have to visualize differently for other times of injuries and illnesses.

[hymnals]

[ the light does not judge

adra only judges a little ]

What about spells outside of healing? Have you done much there?

[showsnopiety]

[A little?

Uh huh]

Just flinging light, mostly as a distraction tactic. Like throwing dust in ones eye.