The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

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The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

Sun Mar 17, 2019 2:55 pm

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One minute into the 122nd Ashan 719



The last thing she remembered coherently was Vri touching her cheek and then everything went black. True nothingness, and with there being nothing, there was nothing to remember. And Auya was there, standing a bit behind the group of five mortals who had witnessed her judgement. Her mind felt... strange. She'd woken up without having gone to sleep.

Why was she here? She'd given everything to Vri, for Varlum, for everyone. She could see the backs of those who'd witnessed her. There were two men she didn't recognize, one with long dark hair, the other just looking... strange, felt strange, at least from behind. There was Eliza's dark curls next to Hart's lighter ones. And finally, there he was. Varlum, her heart of hearts, standing before the door.

Auya looked down at herself. She was wearing the same dress she'd left her shop in. The one that had mysteriously disappeared, replaced by pajamas. She felt a weight in her pocket, and she reached in, touching the token. Her snowflake. The object that had been her heart for a while, that had allowed her to help her companions.

She looked around, seeing the door up front, hearing its words. "Hey there folks! Where would you like to go? I can send you anywhere." Was this... the Waiting Place again? She couldn't be sure, things were still... fuzzy. Her eyes drifted back to the muscular back of Varlum and her heart swelled. In that moment, she forgot everything that had happened with the mission, with the judgement. She had no idea if anything had gone well, if her efforts had bore any fruit.

And she didn't care.

Varlum was right there, and there was no damnable glass between them. Her throat tightened, her eyes filling with tears, her grin growing, as four little words muttered out of her lips.

"Hey there, Big Guy."
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Re: The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

Sun Mar 17, 2019 6:53 pm

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Tio did not consider himself a closed minded person, yet even he considered some things impossible. He'd seen ghost pirates, monster ducks, the graves of kingdoms and the hearts of fractures. Yet he would never had believed you if you told him that he was fated to witness this...

The genesis of a god.

He had absolutely no idea how it happened, even though he'd somehow ended up taking part of it. He understood what elements had been involved: mortal intent, immortal energy, mortalborn connection and the power of love of all things, yet how they somehow meshed together to form this result was completely beyond him. And yet there was no denying what his eyes told him. Auya Trueheart had died, they'd all known it, and yet here she stood alive and well... and Immortal. Had his face not been covered by his mask Tio would have looked like quite an idiot, for his mouth was dropped wide open.

It was, quite frankly, mind-blowing! Was Auya the first ever mortal to become an Immortal, or had all the gods perhaps been regular people once? He call upon his attunement spark and focused in on the ex-aukari's frequency, just to check that he wasn't somehow mistaken, but the notes coming off of her were unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was raw, pure power, like an ocean of gunpowder awaiting a single spark to set it off, and undeniably similar to the mortalborn note he'd heard from the other people present. This was real then?! This was actually happening?!

How fascinating!

As the reality of what he was seeing started to set in Tio's brain kicked into life, processing the truth of what he'd witnessed and their implications. This opened up so many possibilities! Raised so many questions! Did Auya have the same powers as the other Immortals? Did she have domains that she resided over?

Could anyone become a god?

The moment that thought crossed his mind something cold and hard settled in his gut. That-... he'd need to think about that later, when his head wasn't so muddled up by all the strange events that'd happened. What he needed to do now was focus on what was in front of him. An hour ago he'd known absolutely nothing about Auya Trueheart, and how he had her whole life story crammed into his head and witnessed her achieve apotheosis. This was an opportunity to learn so much about what the Immortals were, and it might never come again. He needed to make the most of this opportunity while he had it!

And yet he also knew that Auya meant a heck of a lot more to the other people here than it did to him, and he wasn't so much of a git as to start badgering her with questions when they were undoubtedly anxious to talk to their loved one. He could wait: his time to speak with her would come eventually. Tio gave Auya a little wave and then took a step to the side, guessing that the others were probably about to rush forwards to embrace her or something like that. Getting trampled by Mr Big-Scaly-and-Pining was not on his to do list right now.

"Well... I think this is the part where you guys are supposed to give her a hug or something." He said blithely to the others, tilting his head a little to the side as he looked between the lot of them. "I hope your clothes are fireproof."

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Re: The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

Thu Mar 21, 2019 2:39 pm

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Hey there, Big Guy.

Was it real? It felt real. All of it felt real. But Varlum had watched her die, he'd seen her fade away behind a black screen of glass that had left him nothing but the sight of her pain. No touch, no way to hold her. Nothing he could do. He hated that feeling, powerlessness. Staring into a situation he could do nothing about, watching the one person he had vowed to protect above anything or anyone else fade into literal dust. Yet despite the fear he felt, the loss he felt when she had been gone, there she stood. His head turned behind him and right there was Auya Trueheart - his world.

"Good to see you again, girl" he shot back as he turned himself around fully, letting the tears fall. This time, though, they were gentler. Kinder. There was no pain written across his face, no sobs that he couldn't control. It was just love, as Vri had shown them all, love in it's purest and rawest form. It didn't take long for the feeling to overcome the Ithecal as he made a relatively quick approach forward to her. Right now there was only one thing he wanted to do, one feeling he wanted. Near to instantly, the distance between them was gone and his chest was back for her head to rest on. His arms held her in a way he hadn't yet. They had hugged and danced side by side, but never with the feeling he felt now. The longing that he felt for her had grown so strong and just as hope had seemed to be gone he was given a choice.

What that choice meant now, he had no idea. But he didn't care.

Varlum held her as firmly as he could without hurting her, his entire body wrapped around her however she wanted it to be. All that mattered was their reunion. She was alive, his Auya was alive. His Auya. It felt weird to think about it. Despite every trial the two had spent together growing closer he never once imagined a man like him would be with a woman like her. Strong despite the pain, a flame that could blaze in a moments notice. All she had needed was some cover from the storm, someone to take care of her and treat her like she deserved. To dance with her and to hold her when things were hard. Now, that was what Varlum could be. What he had been when he could. She didn't know the full extent of it, how many times he extended his patrol to come and make sure she was safe. How many fights he had fought in the name of the Aukari, the innocent ones. But she didn't need to know. He didn't do it for her thanks or praise, but for her safety.

"I love you" he said through a strained voice as the tears grew rougher. It was a strange mess of emotions, happiness blending with all of the pain he had tried to hide. Despite the tears he had cried there was still so much emotion left unseen, emotions that even Varlum didn't know were there until it hit. Fear. An emotion he rarely let himself feel. Fear of losing someone so dear to him. The only person that had ever been dear to him in that way. The ithecal had been fighting bigger and stronger creatures all of his life. Charging a Flameborn head-on, using powers to beat a flaming tree beast and becoming a Warden to a powerful spirit were all a part of the life he had lived. But watching helplessly as somebody that he cared about was taken from him went beyond the fear any battle could give him. It was isolation, loneliness.

"Don't die again. Not for at least twenty Arcs. You hear me, girl?"

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Re: The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

Thu Mar 21, 2019 6:10 pm

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One trill she was in one place, surrounded by mortals, mortalborn and Immortals; her own father among them; and in the blink of an eye, just as had happened before, Eliza was elsewhere. It was enough to make her head spin. There wasn't time to consider it, but she wasn't even sure that she'd seen a door or opening to leave through. But then her focus had been on other things. Not the least of which was arguing for Auya to at least have a favorable existence after death, if not a reversal of her death.

It was dizzying and it took a few trills to right herself. But when she did, though she was aware of the other familiar faces, it was Auya's that stood out from them all. "What?" she whispered, clearly confounded by what had happened. "How?" Auya had died. The One, and Vri, had left no doubt in their minds about that. And yet here she was in front of them, looking as right as Eliza had ever known her to be. Though in fairness the daughter of Ymiden had only met Auya a short time ago in the scheme of things.

Others with a particular knack might immediately understand the nature of what had occurred. Eliza herself didn't have it. But to see Auya there, whole, before their very eyes was enough to cause the tears to spring to her eyes again. Though this time for a different reason, and she smiled past them. "I don't know what's happened, or why. Or how for that matter," she admitted. "But I'm glad to have taken that token." The one that Vri had offered them, that was. And it was the only explanation she could think of.

As for warm, reuniting embraces, Eliza smiled when Tio mentioned it. But by then Varlum had rushed forward, just as it should be. "This one's for them," she said, and she'd wait, give them their privacy and let their loving reunion play out. As for clothes catching afire, just in case Tio knew something she didn't, what became of Varlum might make that more clear.
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Re: The Aftermath (Open to those in The Dead)

Mon Mar 25, 2019 3:53 pm

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Mortal Intent. That word. Intent. It meant so much here. Wherever the hell here actually was. Sheer willpower. Intent to change. Immortal power. That bit was clear. Immortals. Lots of them. The bridge between. Mortalborns. Powers and possibilities far beyond the reach of the young Biqaj who stood surrounded by beings far more powerful than he could ever hope to be, nay even dream to be. Yet, here in this place, he played an equal part in something. Whatever that was, and if he'd ever understand it, remained to be seen. One thing was certain though. Auya had died. He'd witnessed it. When she crumbled to mere dust in that place, and then when all had went completely dark...and yet.

She stood, wholly complete, in front of the lot of them. So it seemed they had all accepted, whatever it was that had been offered and now here she stood. "Auya..." The name felt strange upon Kesindir's lips. Not because he wasn't used to saying them, but more so he was used to saying them when referring to someone who was dead, and she very clearly wasn't. Stranger things had happened, like being gifted with all of Auya's memories, and still retaining them. That was weird. So now what?

The two that needed to see each other had and were, and everyone else just seemed ... stuck. Not necessarily unable to move, just unsure of what to do. There was a door, waiting for them to make a choice. Again with the damn choices. Though this one felt ... free. Unforced. Like he was able to choose on his own what he wanted, as opposed to being forced by The One to do something They had wanted. Jesine and Kielik. The twin children of the Immortal Vri. Mortalborn, though they felt like they had way more power than those gathered here.

There were so many new things for Kesindir to understand. Immortals, mortalborn, domains, powers. Things far beyond what he understood. He had a very basic understanding of two Immortals prior to all of this. Delroth and U'frek, but those were sheer circumstance. Was it time for him to take his life, his destiny, on a new path? He approached the door, but didn't touch it, just looked at it curiously. Anywhere. He then turned back to the others. "Welcome back, Auya, I think is appropriate here." The Biqaj smiled politely and waited. Watched as the others did their thing. He felt .... connected to them but completely outside of it. The connection was purely one way in this instance, and he assumed Tio might have felt the same. Understanding exactly who and what she was to those gathered.

Kesindir's future was now in his own hands. Where he wanted to go, what he wanted to do. No longer landlocked to the shores of Scalvoris, he cold go anywhere. Be anywhere. Become whatever he wanted. This was only the beginning. For him, and for the others, though what they would do with their choices remained to be seen.

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