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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:24 pm
Who: Georgie and Adal Malt (Rookeries) and Blaithe (NeonMace).
Where: Anica.
When: Late November, early evening.
Weather: Bitingly cold thanks to the ever present storm outside.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:36 pm
Even in the month she had been there it was near impossible for Blaithe to become accustomed to the biting cold of Anica; her early Anhelo months having been spent in Imisus with much warmer weather, she was forced to constantly bundle or keep close to the stoves across the base’s large halls. Normally her time was spent with Sloane, by his side or hoisted onto his shoulders, but when business called she was of no rank or status to be included so she couldn’t follow. Hero was fine with this, honestly thankful when his companion was forced to spend time away from the oaf of a sword. The brush had been spending so much time with the Infitialis that he was afraid she would never honor the feline with her presence again. Still, Blaithe was left in the dark about these feelings of contempt, even after all this time.
Though it wasn’t as if his obvious mood changes and disappearances weren’t obvious as it was.
With the feline in hand, bundled up in the warmth of the fur cloak given to her by Sloane, Blaithe had taken to wandering the halls in her spare time. Restlessness was a curse with her stiff joints, the cold even putting a damper on her abilities so far as painting, she could only keep moving or remain stationary at any given time. She enjoyed the fires offered but with little entertainment it was near impossible to sit patiently. The young Anhelo wanted nothing more than to spend time with her friend, but she understood that duty meant that you couldn’t always leisure about.
Of course, even the cloaks could only do so much for Blaithe, the chill gnawing at her fingers as they carefully clutched the staff keeping her upright. Had it not been for needing to hold it with her left to support her leg, she would have switched hands – but luck was never really in her favor. The halls were long and large, brightly lit by surprisingly low torches, and while they were still much higher up than herself while of short stature she could at least offer their warmth to her hands. With her staff propped against her stomach, Hero on her shoulder now, Blaithe reached up as high as possible so that the heat could lick her fingers. A new fluidness met her digits, no longer aching from the frigid temperature, and her body longed to share impatiently.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:22 pm
Recuperating after the events at Auvinus was a strange one for Adal, especially after reuniting with Georgie, who by all means of the word remained healthy and at-peace. The Locos enjoyed the silence and acclimatization into doing work for the Doctor, though, and after a while he took the chores he'd left behind for so long in stride. There was much to be done at a constant pace, Georgie reminded him, and there was a lot of traveling to do outside of Imisus.
As it were, the beginning of the winter's season meant another visitation to the Anica halls, a faction-wide meeting that was approved of by Lady Estratus long ago. The teleportation there was quick and relatively painless, though doing so caused Adal to become somewhat finicky after the events in Auvinus. As it were, his splintered feet were still trying to heal after he walked on his wounds for so long. The healers at the Council managed to help, but he walked with a slight limp that was difficult to avoid.
Just as Adal had remembered, the Anica halls were long and spiraling and distracting, but the sight of the Fellowship base meant only comfort for Georgie. They left the teleportation hall room with different fixations: Adal focused mostly on walking and staring onward to their destination, while Georgie carried their supplies and soaked in the environment with renewed wonder.
Georgie's exclamation gave reason for his bemusement: "It's been so long since you've been in Anica last, hasn't it, Adal?" The Locos looked at Georgie and nodded quietly, one hand tracing along the wall lightly for added support. Georgie smiled wide and continued to walk along the hall faster than the Locos found any heart to.
With a thin frown, Adal nodded.
The further they walked along the hall, the more they realized how empty Anica was that day; the lonelier he became, the more Georgie frowned. His features brightened, though, upon seeing the wheat-haired Quietus huddled against one of the Fellowship's many hall torches. Eyes wide, he waved towards her in an attempt to catch her attention. Ah, it was even a Plague! But what of her Grimm?
"Excuse me, miss!" Georgie's voice was still slight, but it managed to carry through the hall, "Are you here for the meeting?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:33 pm
The voice hadn’t been expected, at least not directly at her as she heard the idle chatter from down the hall and Blaithe turned. She knew she was the only other one in the hallway, and for that brief moment she had been distracted by his voice, green and papery.
”Meeting…? No, I—“
Recognition was almost instant, the glowing pits of her eyes passing quickly over Georgie in one sweep but once they landed on his companion she practically froze. Her hands slowly lowered from the warmth of the fire, instead holding them close to her torso and rubbing them slowly for friction. ”Georgie, Adal…” she murmured, her eyes remaining on the Locos a bit longer before she hesitantly looked back to the Grimm of the pair. ”I take it that, that is your business here…?”
The thought that she had grown since either of them had seen her last had completely slipped her mind.
While it was hard to tell without any clear marker, the subtle flicker of her eyelids signaled the change in her focus. Blaithe looked Adal over in curiosity; it had been so long since she had seen him, but he smelled almost exactly like she remembered, if not more worn. Just as Georgie’s natural scent and sounds were green, Adal was tan, fabric. He hadn’t spoken but she could already imagine it.
Georgie had even returned his hat; it still carried a little bit of her own scent – had he not washed it?
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:50 pm
Georgie blinked and grimaced. He laughed sheepishly at his own mistake, then bowed his head, "Ah, then, excuse me-- I don't quite remember seeing you at Anica before," he smiled, "My apologies, miss. May I know your name?"
Unlike Georgie, however, Adal managed to catch what Blaithe had murmured-- how did she know their names? It was true that Georgie had given him his hat back-- he was wearing it now, along with a bundle of other clothing to protect him from the cold. The fragrance that remained on his hat was nearly immutable now, and it mixed with his own in an annoying way.
The subtle paint-like smell on the Quietus indeed rang familiar-- after all, he had been living with it again for a month or so now. Did she really know him? He didn't know for sure. As a result, the Locos proceeded with his words cautiously, though his incentive and captured interest was noted quietly by Georgie, who stood by with a curious quirk of his brows.
"Yes, that is our business. I would recommend you go; Georgie has quite an eye for Anhelo Plagues. I doubt he would forget the face of one he knew." Adal bowed his head tiredly, "Unless, of course, he saw you only as an Excito. His memory would not help him then."
Georgie frowned at Adal's remark and accusation-- was that a compliment or critique? He looked curiously over at Blaithe, then, and laughed sheepishly. "Ah-- apologies again, miss, if that's the case! It's been a season since I've been here last."
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 4:02 pm
Blaithe’s attention was still on Adal as Georgie spoke, her mouth a thin line until the question was posted. Then she turned her gaze, meeting the boy’s eyes, her lips parting for just a second. For that moment she felt foolish, and even more so when Adal finally spoke. The glow against her cheeks was just a bit brighter as she took a deep breath.
”Forgive me, I was in error,” Blaithe said, the idea of fishing Hero out of her pocket passing by before she realized she had not felt any movement – he must have fallen asleep and it wasn’t her place to wake him. Instead she adjusted, her wooden leg clacking lightly against the stone so that she could face them better, holding her staff to keep her upright. ”My Grimm is Jin Ho, we last saw one another months ago, Georgie. It is me, Blaithe.” It didn’t help that she was bundled in pelts, most of her oddly colored outfit hidden and of course the whole being an Anhelo thing. The girl bowed, her braids pooling over the hood of her coat.
When she stood straight once more, her eyes focused on Adal again, almost as if she was studying him. His clothing had changed – a concept she wasn’t quite used to yet, but his general personality remained intact but he seemed much more exhausted, weary. And just as she thought, his voice was tan.
She couldn’t tell if that was an invitation to follow along or if it meant she should leave them be. Just like his harsh tongue during their first encounter, he seemed less than pleased with her presence and the more she thought about it, the more it made her chest hurt. Perhaps she had been a tad much to handle in her early days, but she couldn’t think of anything she had done to the hat. For the most part she didn’t allow these thoughts to be known, giving no obvious reaction to his words as her face remained neutral, nearly blank.
”It is a pleasure to see you again, Georgie,” she finally said, giving him a foreign smile.
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