poetry with amber imagery or something [OPEN]

[fauxmarth]

WHO: Lucina, various
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers



Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.

She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.

Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?

At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.


De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.

There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!


Misc
You're welcome to put in a starter or come bug me @whyellewhy to brainstorm

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[rebelhealer]

"I know. But we did what we could." Anders knows what it's like to get there too late to save someone. As a healer, nothing hurts more than knowing there's nothing he can do, and no amount of magic can save someone.

[fauxmarth]

Did they, though? Lucina always has a sense she could be doing more, or doing something better. But one can never be so sure, can they? She peers back over toward him, still frowning.

"How do you make amends with yourself? For failures that lead to losses like that." She's not new to it, yet it never seems to get any easier. There has to be some trick that doesn't require a stone heart, because she's never been able to harden herself against pain that way.

[rebelhealer]

Anders sighs. "Sometimes, you just have to power through it, and vow to do better in the future." He'd told her about his first love, and what happened to him, but not any of his other losses that he'd experienced within the Circle, or in Kirkwall. To say nothing of the many, many mages he was too late to save from horrible fates within Kinlock Hold and the Gallows.

[fauxmarth]

It seems much the same she's told herself, time and time again in Ylisse as the hour grew late and the deaths kept rising. Keep moving, work harder, be stronger. A body can only take so much, as she's had to learn again and again...again and again, how many times must she be taught? Yet the lesson is still the same.

She nods slightly, slipping the folders back into their respective drawers.

"...And pray that better days will come swiftly," she adds after a sigh. For if their efforts are not enough to make it so, it has to be from a power beyond them, right?

[rebelhealer]

"I wish I could have helped fight that thing, but my abilities were best suited to helping those who got attacked," Walsh's lover said he managed to melt some of the thing's mouths when it bit into him, thanks to the corrosive blood. Anders still doesn't quite get how having acidic blood works. Must be an alien thing.

[fauxmarth]

Lucina offered an empathetic look with a shrug. "Considering how hazardous it was, I'd say we could've used more of your like. Or, at least, someone who was familiar at all with their make, because I found simply hacking away at it with a sword to be far from productive."

And the smell...gods. She shudders a little, shaking her head to try and free herself from the memory of it.

"Wherever it came from...it better be the first and last of its kind."

[rebelhealer]

"Let's hope so."

Looking down at his coffee mug, watching the cream swirl through the dark liquid, Anders drinks up the last few drops.

"Why don't we go update some patient records?" Maybe doing some work will get their minds off what happened.

[fauxmarth]

"Ah--"

Right. Work. Not the most engaging of work, but it has to be done, doesn't it? She sighs, but gives a nod all the same.

"Yes, probably a good idea. We might not get downtime to do it later."

She moves away from the desk she'd been lingering at, moving around Anders to pick up the day's pile of patients seen, glancing over her shoulder.

"If you wish, you can dictate any additional updates to me and I can write them down."