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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[the_caped_crusader]

We're not judges, Lucina. Not for them. Not here.

[ a pause. ]

I've seen the kinds of worlds that you come from. The darkness that exists out there. I won't say that everyone can be saved-- that's a child's dream-- but if you're strong enough to stop them, then you're strong enough to consider mercy. And if you're not? Then you come back here and you train until your hands bleed, until you are strong enough.

[fauxmarth]

[she squints at him.]

What do you mean, seen the kinds of worlds I'm from-?

[the_caped_crusader]

The multiverse is vast. Countless worlds exist out there, some where even our smallest decisions are different there, and it changes everything. Sometimes it's good.

[ a pause, and he's back to the heavy frown. ]

And sometimes it goes horribly wrong.

[fauxmarth]

...

[she turns partway, withdrawing a bit, rubbing at her wrist again.]

The beast that killed my parents...Grima, the fell dragon. That's what did my world in. He slept for hundreds of years before his worshipers were able to able to wake him.

I don't want to see another world fall to disasters like that. Grima, Atropos...

If Falchion still has any use at all, then it has to be to keep disasters like that at bay.

[the_caped_crusader]

I'm sorry.

[ a genuinely sincere comment, tone empathetic. batman picks up his equipment from the floor and reequips it. ]

I've seen those kinds of scenarios more than I care to. You'll be pushed past every limit that you could possibly have thought you already exceeded, but keep that spirit. Never let yourself to succumb to the easy whisper of darkness that Grima's worshippers likely felt before they fell.

[fauxmarth]

[it's a bit of whiplash, having him go from somber to aggressive to somber again, and she wavers a bit because of it.]

...I won't. You may not believe me, but...you'll see. I won't.

[the_caped_crusader]

You might not like my methods. Few do. But nobody else will push you the way that they all will out there. I know what my reputation is. But I'll take the hate if it keeps you alive, rather than your friendship in death.

[ he stops to look at her. ]

Do you understand?

[fauxmarth]

[she blinks, then tilts her head.

after a beat:] Does...that mean you'll be back to train again?

[the_caped_crusader]

That depends.

[ he glances over, no break (or maybe even a deepening of) his ominousness. ]

Do you want me to?

[fauxmarth]

Yes. [straightening back up.] I need to figure out how to move faster than you.

[the_caped_crusader]

It's got nothing to do with speed. It's about prediction. You have to be two steps ahead of whoever you're fighting.

[ a brief pause. ]

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Be ready the same time next week. I want to see improvement.

[fauxmarth]

[she nods, standing stiffly.]

I will be.

[narrator: she won't be, everything turns to shit.]