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! ))

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[digophelia]

I can't.

[ In order to steady herself, Alice leans forward, her hands on the ground, taking steady breaths to settle it. The illusion isn't projected outward any longer, pulled back as nothing more than a dark cloud seems to hover over her, like the form of doubt that she holds over herself constantly. But, in her mind, the illusion hasn't ceased. She doesn't pull her head up, looking at her hands this time, her unusually calloused hands. Psychotic episodes are not without a feeling of vertigo, so Alice can do is wait for it to pass.

It will take much more than that. Breathing, she knows that she can't pull herself out of a spell so easily, especially when something like this is such a problem for her. For once, Alice can say that despite the pain and anger she built up, she wasn't crying before him. For once. ]

Let me stand. [ She doesn't know a life without hallucinations, it was simply unfeasible. After a moment of calming herself and the last remaining bits of the spell dissipating, Alice turns to glance at Sion through the dark strands of her hair, pulling the comb out of her hair, allowing it to fall over her face like a protective curtain.

Was it willed away? She wouldn't be able to know until Sion confirmed it so. She was drained, emotionally and physically, shifting her body forward, trying to will away the dizzy spell away, slowly pushing herself off the ground only to take another fall. ]

[sunderings]

[ Another fall, destined to end so very unlike the first. She collapses, toppling forward, but where she should have landed, the sand and gravel of the beach beneath her palms, she meets instead with the well-worn material of the King's uniform, the warmth of his chest, an arm supporting her shoulders...

And a hand, devastatingly gentle, cradling the back of her head. ]

In time, Alice.

[ In time, she will stand, and in time, her daydreams (as she had called them on that morning of too long ago, when he'd shaken her, startled her with his observation) will ebb. But for now, she needs only to rest again him, and perhaps she hasn't the energy to do much more than that. So profound a spell, so complete a magic, has no doubt exhausted her mana reserves, leaving her as she is now: propped against him, held safe and sound (close and dear) within his embrace for the third time.

She will recoil from him when she's summoned the will (of course, it is only to be expected), and she will be furious (again, she is always furious with him), but at the very least, she will be well. She will be grounded, and able to hurl her anger at him by way of a quick tongue and vehement expression, and he will only smile brightly at her for it. ]

The illusion has gone—

[ He pronounces, after drawing back his wings, the light vanishing as swiftly as it had appeared, and in its wake there is only the distant sound of their comrades, immersed yet in training. There is the clash! and clang! of weaponry, the sear of offensive magic cutting through the air, and then closer to her, there is a murmur of incantation upon Sion's lips (what I seek is sanctuary), one which the earth beneath them seems to answer to.

Called forth from world itself, mana gives life to a sprawling iridescent seal which takes its form upon the sand, its magic bringing with it a slow renewal of energy, the mending of all wounds (both the tangible and the not-so). Vertigo is banished, an imagination run amok calmed, and slowly but surely, strength is returned, leaving Sion to count down the moments until Alice should flee from him, freeing herself of his arms. ]

—I cannot pretend to know what it is I saw, but Alice...

[ Relief washes over him, tangible through mana exchange; their link formed by embrace. Relief (for her safety, that she hadn't burned herself down to ashes along with her spell), and swift at it's heels, compassion, empathy, and a pervasive sentiment that all will be well; that everything will be all right. ]

It is not so dark that you cannot escape from it. Nothing is.

[digophelia]

[ It happens rather quickly before Alice can really react. It's more than her mana being depleted, it's her body aching from mental and physical exhaustion. Alice can't promise she's slept well, if at all, the past few weeks. She pushed herself and will continue to do so. After all, it's not a state she's not unfamiliar with, it shouldn't have been a problem. She figured she could summon strength again, after so many times after falling and tripping. It wasn't that long ago her body was so weak from catatonia, so, what was another moment of her body reeling from exhaustion?

He's very good at moving in quickly, Alice doesn't have really any time to react, other than repeat the same thing that's happened before the last time he was bold enough to embrace her. He will feel her slender form flinch, Alice trying to curl up as if she expects him to hit her or pick her up again. The former a slimmer possibility than the latter, but old habits die hard. It's strange, it still puzzles her, the feeling of being held like this. She finds her eyes clamping shut, as a feeling of revulsion passes through her in a form of a shudder.

The concern over the illusion passes and Alice finds herself, yet again, willing herself to raise her hands to his chest and push him off. Too close.

She takes in a deep breath, willing herself to do something that is so uncomfortable for her and that is to place two firm hands on his chest and push him, though, not as hard as before, something to break the contact with him and regain her space. As angry as she is, Sion does not receive scolding or harsh words, just Alice pushing herself back, and smoothing out her long hair. The look she spares him says it all -- "I thought I said not to touch me."

She swallows her anger, and turns her back from him momentarily to slide back the comb in her hair, if only to pull her hair out of her eyes. ]

I won't explain to you what you saw.

[ She figures it's self-explanatory, in a way, with how the Queen of Hearts could be heard screaming and the tentacles of Queensland reaching for him. She was angry and she is still hurt. Alice turns back to him, looking at his features, wondering if it's worth mentioning.

She hates to admit that she is hurting, and what happened hurt her more than she cared to admit, so she dismisses it. ]

It doesn't matter, anyway, there are worse things to suffer from.

[ She can't do it, as much as she wants to admit how much it hurts to someone at that moment, she just can't. ]

That answers my question what the comb can do. [ Thank you? Maybe? Or was it worth thanking him that he could have easily been the target of her anger, again? The only solution was to pretend it didn't happen, at all, and do her best to brush off the attempts to reach her and embrace her as if it never happened. It was too confusing, she couldn't deal with it. ]

I won't be using it anymore today.