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sixthiterationlogs2018-12-29 11:46 am
loyalrebel) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-12-29 11:46 am
Cold Arrival
WHO: Malik Al-Sayf
WHERE: Fountain Square, Inn, around the village
WHEN: 12/29
OPEN TO: Fountain: Altaïr, Elsewhere: OTA
WARNINGS: mention of past character death, tbd
WHERE: Fountain Square, Inn, around the village
WHEN: 12/29
OPEN TO: Fountain: Altaïr, Elsewhere: OTA
WARNINGS: mention of past character death, tbd
Fountain: Altaïr
As far as rude revivals went, regaining consciousness underwater was pretty high up there. That it was also freezing didn't help anything in the slightest. Malik isn't entirely sure how he makes it to the surface or the edge of the fountain where he clings and tries to catch his breath.
He knows he needs to get out of the water and in to somewhere at least sheltered if not warm. That or dip back under and call his merfolk form around him. There's something off though, besides the seeming lack of other Travelers in the water with him. He tries to reach for his magic, and that's when he figures out what's out of place.
He can't access any of his bag of tricks. No magic, no portals to Liminal, no shapeshifting either.
He swears under his breath, clinging tightly to the edge of the fountain.
“Hello?” He calls out, hoping there's someone within earshot even as he struggles up out of the water as best he can with one arm while shivering.
Inn: OTA
Malik had genuinely forgotten exactly how much the cold bothered him, being able to magically ignore it had spoiled him against the unique aches it brought to his left shoulder. Which, much to his dismay, has reproduced in his knees.
He's managed to settle himself at a table close to the fireplace, which he eyes on occasion like he's contemplating actually pressing himself against the bricks or just crawling inside of. Mostly though, he eats and attempts to eavesdrop on anyone coming in.
There's something he notices though, as he eats and its enough to actually give him pause to stare at the dish before him.
“That is new.” He admits aloud, frowning.
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He hasn't been here long, but there are some rather important things that Malik needs to test out before all hell breaks loose as it usually does. So he finds a nostly out of the place to try things out.
While most of it seems to involve standing there looking increasingly annoyed, he does eventually take to throwing stones he dug out of the snow at a cleared bit of ground with remarkable precision while looking murderous.
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"Altair is a good man, even if he is not always in possession of the best people skills. If he has done something to offend you, it is best to actually tell him so."
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Interesting man, to see someone so young as the one who had trained Altair. Would that make this man better or worse to deal with?
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Admittedly, Malik knows he isn't likely to find fault with anyone taking charge of organizing a group that seems willing to actually listen.
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Sometimes the way he does things just makes Nida feel... like he's been pushed into things. Which was too much of his life. Too many orders, not enough real options.
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Changing topic seemed like a more effective use of conversation.
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“Watch rotations. Learning some woodworking too,” Nida said. “In fact I should get back to my loop. We’re not as formalized as we could be at this, not as much threat, but good to be cautious.” His eyes cast back to where he had left his circuit. Yeah. He should get back to that and let Malik throw his rocks.
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"I will let you get back to it then, I doubt you need someone along."
May well be a good wrap point.
With a smile he turned and strolled back toward the edge of his route. He had lost some time. It wasn’t in a rush to catch up.