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Who: Walter and anyone
Where: Forest
When: 25th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open
[He'd woken up and promptly left, leaving the tunic behind in exchange for his shirt.
Walter doesn't quite make it as far in the forest quadrant as usual before he finds a fairly unused clearing (so the undisturbed patches of grass tell him). His march coming to a gradual close, he gives the area a quick once-over. Then he exhales, and pivots on his heel to kick out with his dominant leg in a wide arc.
He's been asleep too long; he can feel it in how his movement is clumsier without his eres than it should be. At the very least, there's little in the way of muscle soreness despite the prolonged period of rest, but he won't consider that an excuse to let his performance deteriorate. A curse must have taken place when he was dormant, and he's not interested in the details: Working out the laziness (among other things) is a priority.
A series of kicks, then a deep right hook, then another kick—then his fingernails flash a dark blue, and the next punch comes even harder than the first. Just as quickly, the light dissipates and his strength falls considerably to a more ordinary level. Soon enough, he's worked up to the familiar sting of climbing exhaustion and takes that moment to stop abruptly.
Assuming a noncombat stance, Walter extends an upturned hand. His nails flash again, and this time a black light gathers together to form a small creature (with a more bat-like appearance) of the same color. It flutters about, shedding dark purple flecks of light. And so everything seems to be in order . . .
Still as the ground beneath him, Walter appraises it in silence, his expression impassive.]
Where: Forest
When: 25th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open
[He'd woken up and promptly left, leaving the tunic behind in exchange for his shirt.
Walter doesn't quite make it as far in the forest quadrant as usual before he finds a fairly unused clearing (so the undisturbed patches of grass tell him). His march coming to a gradual close, he gives the area a quick once-over. Then he exhales, and pivots on his heel to kick out with his dominant leg in a wide arc.
He's been asleep too long; he can feel it in how his movement is clumsier without his eres than it should be. At the very least, there's little in the way of muscle soreness despite the prolonged period of rest, but he won't consider that an excuse to let his performance deteriorate. A curse must have taken place when he was dormant, and he's not interested in the details: Working out the laziness (among other things) is a priority.
A series of kicks, then a deep right hook, then another kick—then his fingernails flash a dark blue, and the next punch comes even harder than the first. Just as quickly, the light dissipates and his strength falls considerably to a more ordinary level. Soon enough, he's worked up to the familiar sting of climbing exhaustion and takes that moment to stop abruptly.
Assuming a noncombat stance, Walter extends an upturned hand. His nails flash again, and this time a black light gathers together to form a small creature (with a more bat-like appearance) of the same color. It flutters about, shedding dark purple flecks of light. And so everything seems to be in order . . .
Still as the ground beneath him, Walter appraises it in silence, his expression impassive.]
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[He doesn't want it to happen again. To lose consciousness and find that nearly a month has passed, a stark reminder of his inconsequential existence when he's already a past dweller among those who've come from Melfes. He doesn't need the additional struggle to keep up.
So it won't happen again.
His gaze drifts downward, until he's full-out glowering at the ground before Zelda.]
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Ah... one of those larger events occurred while you were sleeping. For the third year here in Vatheon, I suppose. The city transformed similarly to the way it did last year and a large octopus of some sort attacked the bubble. If things continue following the pattern they have been, we shouldn't have to worry about any attacks for awhile at least.
[The power of the coral is down today, but she's going to observe for a little while longer before making an assessment on that. It's possible the octopus did some damage and the coral's just repairing the barrier, she won't panic yet.]
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Walter snaps his head up, meeting Zelda's eyes. She's changing the subject, but this is far preferable to its predecessor. Though he's loathe to depend on others, at least he has an understanding of Vatheon's supposed pattern.
He uncrosses his arms.]
Then the coral has stabilized?
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It's a little early to say, we just took the thing out yesterday. It did attack the barrier directly. The coral has a drop in power today, but it is possible that could be because it is repairing some damage that may have been done. I will continue to observe it over the next week.
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[Not the coral, but the barrier. How badly? Why? Perhaps its expanded nature is weaker than the coral's condensed self, or . . . hm.]
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[She's got her theories on it, but she's not sure that Walter is interested in the coral's possible effects on the locals.]
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How low was the coral's power during the curse?
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I wish that I knew. The whole city was transformed, and I could not locate the coral reader. I couldn't even locate a change of clothing, it was absolutely humiliating and those scientists are all a bunch of perverts -
[Ah... she's ranting, isn't she? She flushes slightly, abashed.]
Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't intend to go off like that. I can only say that it is currently at 85%.
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And before the curse?
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That's why she stayed in for the most part.]
It fluctuated that week, but the day before the curse it was at roughly 90%. It hasn't stabilized properly since the last time we spoke about it.
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The coral's power must have decreased during the curse. [It's disturbing to think something so big happened and he slept through it.] . . . And that's all that happened? [Within the past month? He really has no idea.]
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[He had people looking out for him, that should make it less disturbing! Except for Walter that probably makes it more disturbing.]
I... did not get out much, but I did go up to the island when the gigantic octopus attacked. Honestly, the only thing interesting about it was one of the locals giving us directions and helping us out.
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[He knows the gist of it; he doesn't need to be hyperaware.]
If that's all, then that much detail is enough.
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All right. I will let you continue on, then. Let me know if you experience any sort of dizziness, all right? You did not seem to have a concussion, but it's better to be safe.
[As potent as Shirley's healing magic seems, she also seems shy about looking over Walter properly. Zelda will just take care of it herself.]
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Whatever it was, it's been fully healed.
[His gaze drifts behind her. Then, if that really is all—]
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Very unlikely.
She nods and lifts her hand in a wave, smiling a bit.]
That is good to hear. Do take care.
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Until next time . . . ]