driftfleet | A cry for help

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A cry for help

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]

ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[Belthazar is a mess. His hair is everywhere, and there's dirt smeared across his pale cheeks. He has the look of someone who's been running for a while.]

Elize?

[He didn't know she could heal. He's got cuts everywhere. Nothing terribly serious, but enough to bleed and be annoying. He'll have to mend these robes later. They're concentrated on his arms, mostly, where he tried to defend himself.]

It doesn't hurt that much. You should conserve your strength.

[ She shakes her head. ]

You're bleeding.

[ Her urgent tone makes it sound like it's terribly serious. Without waiting for any further protest, she holds her hands out and focuses on channeling her spirit arte.

As she mutters a short incantation, swirls of light circle around her. ]

Peace upon us... [ If she isn't disrupted mid-cast, a large channeling circle of light will appear beneath them for a few seconds and close up the cuts. ]

Pixie Circle!

Bleeding is a natural part of-- [He sighs. He's not going to argue with her any further. It's... interesting, seeing someone else's healing magic. It reminds him of Kaneis', actually. There's always a nice little rush he feels when someone uses a spell on him. It'd be so easy to reach out and take that mana, but he's done well since Wrathion helped with the gem. There's no reason to go mana tapping people. Especially people he likes.

He inspects his arms. There's barely a trace.]

... Thank you. [At least the stinging has stopped.]

You're welcome.

[ Elize breathes a sigh of relief, dropping her arms back down to her side. Her artes are oddly not as strong as they were before, but that simple spell was enough for the cuts. Whatever argument he would have given her, she would have ignored it. She's not going to let him walk around bleeding! ]

If you're planning to go back in, [ Instead of advising against going back into the ship... ] I'm coming with you.

[He's still impressed. He can't heal anything. That was... something his sister could do. And she isn't here anymore.]

I do not think I will try a second time. My magic isn't as effective as I would like. [He scowls down at his torn sleeves.] I used to have a staff, but I lost it when I was taken here. At least then I'd have a physical weapon.

[He looks at Elize again. A pause. He's not very good at compliments, but he's... sort of trying.]

Healing is a rare talent. I can make salves to help the process, but I have never been able to use the spells.

[ She understands, having tried to use her offensive spells against the bugs earlier. Her staff is missing just as well. She's somewhat reminded of her friends. They could cast spells, but some of them unable to heal. ]

I'm glad that I can help you.

[ A small smile. Elize usually acts modest about her spells (unless she's compared to Alvin), but she's actually rather confident about them. ]

Do you... need anything else? Are you thirsty? Or... [ She eyes his sleeves. ] I'm sorry, I don't know how to patch up your sleeves.

[The elf shakes his head (sending those ears bouncing distractingly). He looks around for a place to sit and decides the floor's as good as any, so he flops down a bit out of the way.] I can mend my own robes. I've been doing so for years.

[He pauses.] ... Do your clothes need mending as well?

[ No, stop with the bouncing ears! They're too cute... she stares at them very briefly before looking directly at him. There aren't any more injured leaving the ship, so she decides to sit on the floor next to him, propping her hands on her lap. ]

No, not really. [ She was lucky to keep distance from the bugs while on the ship. And Cullen keeps a close eye on her most of the time. ] The bugs didn't get to me when I was inside. But it was still scary...

[He glances at her, and he's suddenly reminded of how young she must be.]

... It is. It's dark and full of death. Honestly, we shouldn't even be in here in the first place.

[ Really, she'd prefer to have the fleet take off already. Too creepy for her here. But since most people insist on exploring the ship, she just sticks around and helps when she can. ]

I hope we can leave soon...

As do I.

[He hesitates.]

Do... do you want to go back to your ship? I can escort you.

[ She gives the bug ship a brief glance. It doesn't look like any more people need healing at the moment, but what if she's needed later? ]

But more people might get hurt. I should stay here and help.

[She's so small, so brave. He can't help but be reminded of his sister-- though she looms so large in his memory, he knows she was around Elize's age when their parents went.]

Then-- then I'll stay here.

[A pause, and he realizes that makes no sense. He adds hastily:]

They might want food or water. I can provide both.

[ Elize never quite understood what he meant about conjuring those baked goods she received back when the Wonderduck was her ship. ]

Won't you need to use the kitchen?

No, not for simple things. I tend to combine magic and traditional cooking because it is faster to create a whole meal that way.

[He tilts his head and-- smiles lightly, briefly, before it's gone.]

Would you like a demonstration?

You can do that? Is that how you made those pastries?

[ There's excitement rising in the tone of her voice. She sits up eagerly, her attention piqued. ]

Yes, please.

It is. Conjuring a whole meal is possible, but there is always a risk it will not taste as good... and it is not very mana-efficient.

But this is fine.

[He holds out his hand. His brow furrows with concentration. There's a nice purple-blue flash of light and then... bam. He's conjured a big bear claw style pastry, warm and flaky with the perfect amount of glaze. He holds it out.]

[ A small gasp of surprise as the pastry appears in a flash of light, then a smile curves across her face. She claps her hands together, suddenly more energetic. ]

Amazing!

[ She nearly snatches the food from his hands far too quickly, but stops herself. ]

...Thank you!

[ A blush, then she slowly accepts it. ]

[He's glad that such a little trick can impress her. They're surrounded by so much darkness right now. Belth isn't much of a smiler himself, but it's... nice to know he can make someone else do it.]

You are welcome.

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