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[imatreenow]

For those moments when we're in between posts and need to thread something out.

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[Action | June 24th]

[wise_maiden]

[It had been over a week since that last experiment. Too much time since the last time Mithos had been checked up on properly, but with the way the past week had gone, it wasn't the top of anyone's priorities.

He would have had more than enough to sustain himself during that week anyway. And given what had happened, approaching him too soon would likely have been disastrous. Even this encounter is one that Raine must steel herself for, as she travels down the tunnel, heading toward the cells. Fresh food, water, clean bandages for his wounds--though he could likely handle that himself, at this point. She needed to be prudent, after all.]

[Action | June 24th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He had been grateful for the stretch of solitude that followed those strange days. He didn't want to see anyone. He wanted nothing but to curl in on himself and pretend none of them existed, pretend none of that had happened.

Hatred for this world and those pulling the strings burned in him endlessly for those days spent alone. He hates being tugged inside-out, forced to show the vulnerabilities within, and altered as though by surgery. It always feels so natural and real, and that's why he hates it. If his mind and heart can be manipulated that easily, how is he ever supposed to know whether his thoughts and feelings are his own? Especially when so much confusion already bubbles dangerously inside of him, and he's trying so hard to pretend it isn't there.

He hears someone approaching and tenses, fixing his gaze on the partition of metal bars.]

[Action | June 24th]

[wise_maiden]

[And there were the bars.

Entering the cell herself at this point is out of the question, but she carefully slips the fresh items in as best as she can considering the circumstances.

Once she's done, she lifts her head toward that piercing gaze.]

[Action | June 24th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow. More than anyone else, he didn't want to see her. The mess during the draft, the mess created last week...

He should just stay quiet; speaking with her is always like drowning in too-warm water. If he doesn't say anything, she'll turn and leave and he won't have to deal with it. Except he knows he will - she'll leave, but the thought will still fester in his brain. He doesn't want her to get the wrong idea.]

If you thought your cheap lies had actually gotten through to me, don't. Nothing has changed.

August 1st | DURING THAT ONE HOLOGRAM EVENT OKIE DOKIE?

[pearheaded]

[Can you hear that, Mithos? As you sit in your barred room? It's the sound of shrieking, unyielding, growing louder and louder and louder—until it finally flies by the boy's cell in a colorful mess of red, brown, and green and kamikazes into a wall nearby.

When the sad little heap relaxes into a sadder little heap, one can see what horror sits there: Ian Kolansky, ragged and dizzy, marks in his clothes that probably fit very well with the pattern of lion and tiger paws.]







Why... me...

August 1st | ROGER THAT

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Yes, he did hear that great racket barreling closer. These tunnels echo, and noise carries a long way. Mithos focuses intently on the hallway outside the cell, on high alert for whoever (or whatever) could be approaching.

He actually jumps back a little when that shrieking blur whips past, instinctively reaching for a sword that...isn't there. Then he sees who it is.

Why him? Why?

He isn't going to say anything, just bore into the pathetic heap with an unwavering glare.]

[pearheaded]

[First off, Ian sits up and whimpers and complains about his life. Secondly, he notices an aura of loathing juuust behind him, so when he turns, he brightens up at the sight.]

HERBERT!! How ya' doin', Herb?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[...still with that obnoxious nickname.]

What are you doing here?

August 14th [action]

[falenandawn]

[It had been several days since Frey had been so close to the village- but now he was dozing just beyond the treeline in a short afternoon nap, already having planned to return to the house come evening. His pack is nearby, his weapon on the ground at his side as it was fairly difficult to sleep with it at his back as it usually was.]

August 14th [action] 1/3 somehow

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[This is Mithos attempting to clear his head, and getting some exercise besides. After being confined to that jailcell for so long, it's refreshing to walk around as much as he pleases; pacing in small circles isn't quite the same. In the days since his escape, this is only the second time he's left the house (the first had been on errand to the smithy, to procure yet another new sword). He's wary of confrontation with various people (the sort of people who might, say, attempt to recapture him), so the forest seems like the obvious choice for strolling, as opposed to the village itself.

He looks up to the tree tops as he walks, like seeing the patches of clear sky through the leaves will help uncloud his thoughts...]

August 14th [action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[...and in that window of time, his foot bumps into something decidedly not-ground. He stumbles forward, but manages to catch his balance by reaching out and grabbing onto the trunk of a tree. Heart still pounding from the suddenness, his eyes land on the culprit...]

August 14th [action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[....Oh.]

August 14th [action]

[falenandawn]

[Frey snaps away at the sudden pain of someone tripping over his leg. Glancing around in surprise, he stares at the familiar blond boy in front of him.... Oh. He knew the other had escaped, but he hadn‘t been expecting to honestly see him….]

......Mithos?

August 14th [action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He rights himself, hand already poised on the hilt of his sword, waiting to see what Frey will do. His gaze radiates cold distrust.]

What do you want?

[BACKDATED to whenever the jungle draft was.]

[seiriald]

[The minute Kaori stepped off the transporter to the area in which they would be fighting, it became clear that something was wrong. The air was too thick with humidity, and she nearly fell flat on her face when her foot became caught in the undergrowth of the jungle; it was only quick reflexes that allowed her to stick out her hands soon enough to break her fall. Regardless, the skin stretching across her palms was now scraped, and entering a badly with even the most minor of wounds was never a good idea.

Raising her face, she tries to take in as much of the surroundings as she can while waiting for her friend.]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He follows shortly after, gliding smoothly off the platform and ready for battle with his seraphic wings out. When he sees her, he immediately lowers himself to the ground and offers a hand to help her up. Concern is evident on his face and in his voice.]

Did you hurt yourself?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

There's no pain. [Not that much, anyway. Turning her face toward him, she doesn't realize that he's offering to help her up. It's not a gesture she's used to anyway.]

I'll be fine?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Here, take my hand. [Still holding it out to her. He isn't very convinced, quickly entering into worry mode.]

I brought some medical supplies. [Gels and such, in a handy pouch] Just let me take a look at it.

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb can feel his heart pounding in his ears as he stares down at his journal. Was this really such a good idea, especially after both Raine and Yuan told him to avoid this person? Maybe not... but maybe it is. Maybe this way, he can finally get over what happened that day. It might be a flaw, but the artist also has a rather large bleeding heart. Even... even Donovan...

He shakes his head furiously. No, don't think about Donovan right now. A hand hoovers over the camera for a moment before covering it, using his other hand to write:]

We're told we should stay away from you. [He... he hates starting the conversation out like that, but he couldn't think of anything else.]

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow in suspicion immediately as his mind races. Who...? It could be anyone from the village... A human. Someone who has been warned about him...by Raine? Yuan? He has no idea what to make of this. Out of paranoia, he too obscures his image.]

Then why are you contacting me? [Mithos has no qualms with anyone telling others to stay away from him; it's what he wants anyway. To be left alone, never at risk for being hurt. So then why isn't this person listening? He tenses.]

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

[So now it's a dance of anonymity. Jeb lets out a shaky breath, trying to keep the hand he's writing with stable as he jots down a response.]

Because I don't believe you're bad. Not at heart. [Because in those furious, enraged eyes, Jeb could have sworn he saw loneliness and despair too. It's not something he can ignore, even if fear pulses through his body and vivid flashes of what happened two months ago haunt him.]

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Now he's stuck. Of course he isn't the bad guy. At least, he isn't the only bad guy - if he's 'bad', everyone else is just as 'bad' too. But at the same time he definitely doesn't want to encourage whoever this is, make them think he can reach out to him and break through.]

What makes you think you understand anything about me?

[Written | 25th of December]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan was expecting a quiet Christmas this year. It's been less than a week since he returned from the draft and with the weather being what it is, he's decided to just ignore the rest of the village entirely and lock himself in his room.

And then he opens his journal to find the following message from Mithos, who clearly hasn't recovered from his kidnapping effects yet: "Hi Yuin. How are you today?"

... Well.]

It's spelled Yuan. And I'm fine, thank you. [After a pause, he adds:] How are you?

[Written | 25th of December]

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

[He's happy to see that Yuan replied. Yuan is the first half-elf he's met besides his sister, so he wants him to like him.]

Oh sory Yuan. [he writes it carefully this time.] I'm reely good. Did you no today is called Crismis?

[Written | 25th of December]

[fortunefail]

[That spelling. He knows Mithos is only about six or seven years old right now, but... That's atrocious.]

Christmas. Yes, I know about that.