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Tieria Erde ([personal profile] buildyourworld) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-05-09 10:16 am

Training at Sunrise

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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[personal profile] likethelight 2016-05-18 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
..it's not bad.

[ Not when Sion explains it like that. ]

Actually, I think it's sort of reassuring. [ Something nice. If very personal. Because when he explains it like that, isn't it kind of like when he held Lenalee's hand in the Ark? To give strength and support, right? Just... in this case... it's more literal. And intangible. ] Because you know...

[ Relaxing a little—allowing himself to relax to something so foreign, maybe—Allen's own mana signature seeps out like it'd been unconsciously dammed before. Just a trickle at first, uncurling. Like sunlight through a crack.

And Allen's eyes hood a little, white lashes over grey, as he speaks a little more softly. ]


Someone told me that here we're all connected by the powers of this world. That that means we're all responsible to each other, to fight together and for each other. [ That trickle—like he's still holding back his own mana, if that's even possible, like he instinctively fought with himself at the connection—flares a little. The connection between them more an actual connection. Becomes clearer. Brighter. ]

And that because it exists, we're not alone. [ And because we're not alone...

He smiles again, this time bright and certain, eyes lifting up to the other man's as he gives his hand a small but firm squeeze and nods. Like a reaffirmation. A vow. ]


I don't think I really understood what he meant until now...

...But I'll believe it too.

[ And with that vow is Allen and not him just bottling himself up. Because whatever transference there was before with him holding himself back to something tepid and uncertain about the contact—that was nothing compared to this. Like latching on suddenly. Something bright and cool-hot and strong, such a tumble of emotions that it's just searing. Sadness, joy, longing, regret—faith. Like if it were light it'd be something too bright to look at that redefines white itself into heat.

Kind of like his sword.

Unabashed. ]
Edited 2016-05-18 06:58 (UTC)