1st Die - I'm no lord

[princeoftheravens]

Who: Mat and whoever hears his screaming you
Where: The Plaza
When: May 23rd
Style: Either! Starting in prose though
Status: OPEN!


He had been smiling, turning to pick up that rabbit his dagger had found, when he had been pulled - physically this time, unlike when it felt like he had a hook sunk into his belly tugging him toward one of the other two - straight into salt water. Did he somehow get launched into the ocean surrounding the island? That didn't make sense, he'd been standing closer to that river than the sea but- Light his eye hurt.

Blood and bloody ashes, he'd thought getting it torn out hurt! That was nothing compared to this, that pounding as salt water touched where he had had an eye not long before. Dimly he was aware he had begun screaming, collapsing to the ground as he had when they had taken his eye from him. Burn him, maybe he ought to have taken that offer of Healing. He couldn't do anything but scream, but he faintly noticed that not just his eye socket had been drenched in salt water-his entire body had. At least, he hoped it was salt water. He couldn't check. Light, had his eye started bleeding again? He had thought he would be safe once he was outside the Aelfinn and Eelfinn's domain, but here he was proven wrong. He took a few ragged breaths a while later, having stopped screaming.

Light, but it hurt! "Blood and bloody ashes," he whispered, voice hoarse from screaming and weak from pain. He shakily pushed himself to his feet, leaning on his ashandarei and pulling his hat down to shade his socket for all the good that would do. At least his scarf had stayed in place; he didn't want to deal with explaining to Thom and Moiraine how he had gotten it. Burn him, he couldn't remember if she'd known before she pushed Lanfear into the doorway back in Rhuidean and it'd collapsed. He'd gotten it not long before that. Why weren't they here? They'd been nearby and he wouldn't be surprised if the Band had heard his screaming back in Andor! Thom at least should have been here; Moiraine was still weak from her stay but she could channel to protect herself. But they weren't. That was strange. He hoped they hadn't run into trouble at the camp.

He had half a mind to not refuse Healing the next time it was offered, but no. He'd not let any Aes Sedai get their claws into him again, not even her. Light, maybe especially not her.

Tuon wouldn't learn to channel, not with what that means to the Seanchan. That much he could relax about. No need to worry about his own wife tangling him up in Aes Sedai plots and schemes. She'd tangle him up into other plots but he didn't care. Other people's plots hadn't been what had torn away parts of his memory. For now he should just plan on how to get back- a scan with his good eye told him this place was completely unfamiliar to him. That would explain Thom and Moiraine not showing up. But...Light, he'd been screaming. Thom and Moiraine hadn't shown up, but what about creatures from this bloody place? Something had been bound to have heard, and he doubted he'd like the meeting.

Still in barely more than a whisper, he mutters, "Burn me, what's going to be thrown at me now?"

Approach him...?

[ooc: An ashandarei is a sword spear. He will try to use it on you if you try to heal him, just a fair warning. And his face is bloody right now. Have fun~]

Comments

[ex_wolfbrother668]

Someplace with pretty girls? You never can be completely sure with Mat.

Perrin leads him on over to the nearest shop. Mat's clothing seems sensible enough now, so Perrin has no notion of his fondness for lace, but maybe he can find some... in the women's section, perhaps.

[princeoftheravens]

If he could find any that weren't channelers of some sort, he might've. That alleyway sounds safer though.

Sensible enough, it is. Unlike that coat he wore meeting with Elayne. Blood and ashes, that had itched. Worst case, he'll just get comfortable coats and sew lace onto them! He's not going to buy clothes from the women's section.

And so a little while later, Mat has a few sets of clothing with a couple scarves on top. To his disappointment, he could find only one coat with lace that fit. "Where to now?"

[ex_wolfbrother668]

Not even to get the lace from them? Perrin's glance at Mat's selection might last a smidgeon longer than necessary. You and your newfound sense of fashion, Mat.

"Most places to stay are in the lower district. This way." And so finally they will leave the plaza behind.

[princeoftheravens]

He can get lace elsewhere. He hopes. It's not all that new! Perrin just wasn't there while it was developing.

Mat follows Perrin, trying to look at his surroundings as best as he can while looking ahead with a pile of clothes and his ashandarei in his hands.

[ex_wolfbrother668]

Well, it's new to Perrin then.

"...need a hand with any of that?" Perrin offers as they walk. Somehow he doubts Mat will part with the spear, but maybe he can take that pile of fine clothing.

[princeoftheravens]

Mat shifts the pile. "That'd be nice." It's a bit interesting to walk with a pile of clothing in one arm and the weapon in the other, especially with the loss of his eye.

"You carry some and I carry the rest?"

[ex_wolfbrother668]

Perrin is sure Mat's clothes really aren't that heavy. He'll just take the whole pile.

He keeps an eye on his friend as he leads the way to the hotel he's been staying at. He's noticed the slightly off way Mat's been moving with the loss of vision, and he doesn't want him tripping over anything.

[princeoftheravens]

...Well, that worked. He didn't mind carrying some of them though and he didn't want Perrin to carry all of them since it's Mat's clothes.

Tripping didn't happen, though Mat did stumble a few times. Blood and ashes this would take a bit of getting used to. Maybe he should look down more now.

[ex_wolfbrother668]

He might want to look up once they make it to the room, because there sure are a lot of strange things to see. Probably starting with the lightswitch which Perrin flicks on just inside; he's had time enough to get used to it, though it's far from automatic. He glances at Mat for a reaction before going to put those clothes down somewhere.

[princeoftheravens]

...what. Perrin didn't light anything so why was there light? Sure it took a bit for it to become as bright as daylight but... "Is there some ter'angreal for light in here or something?" Is that what that switch was? Maybe it activated the ter'angreal. He turns around to see everything. What are all of these things he doesn't recognize?

[ex_wolfbrother668]

"I thought they must be ter'angreal at first, too. Now I'm not so sure. I don't think ter'angreal would need so many parts to work."

He may have tried taking apart one of the kitchen appliances. Like the toaster.

[princeoftheravens]

He looks up at the ceiling to try to see the lights better. That...wasn't the smartest thing to do. He looks away, blinking. "These things have parts? Did you break one or something?"

[ex_wolfbrother668]

Perrin shakes his head. "It's clear on some from looking at them." Let him show you the underside of that toaster. "See? It has screws holding the bottom panel in place."

[princeoftheravens]

"Oh." Now he kind of wants to take one apart sometime...it can't be more dangerous than taking apart a nightflower next to a fire! He looks at the screws. "You'd need small tools to take that apart."

[ex_wolfbrother668]

"Yes. But they aren't so difficult to find here." He just put them away instead of leaving them on his kitchen counter where curious people could find and use them. And he doesn't need scent to tell him Mat is curious. He flips the toaster back over and sets it down.

"Of course, I still don't know how it works exactly."

[princeoftheravens]

"That's nice. I thought I might have to commission the tools. Or...ask someone to make them because everything's free." Light, that's still odd to think about. There are still cutpurses here, right?

"Give me a bit and you'll at least be able to see the parts, if you haven't taken it apart already." And this might not be flammable!