svensk: (thinking)
Rasmus Björklund ([personal profile] svensk) wrote in [community profile] stormaktstiden2016-11-24 07:56 pm

Help me testdrive

Help me testdrive



Rasmus
old World of Darkness
ota

Ragnar
old World of Darkness
ota

Elenora
old World of Darkness
ota

Lung
Dragonrider
ota




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moonflight: (what did you say?)

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-25 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she wasn't human; he could tell that much, even without the ability to feel the itch that other mythical creatures brought, too desensitized to the effect. The eyes were a good indication.

But she also didn't look well, and that concerned him. Thinner than Ben had been when they met, and Ben had been too thin. And the bruises were concerning as well. He'd seen many hurt beings over time, as all those in the area where he'd grown up would come to the place where the dragons lived to have their injuries healed - mostly animals and kobolds, but the odd other mythical being as well. As much as they didn't usually interact with the fairies, they still came for some dragon fire when they needed healing.

"What happened to your arms?"
witch_child: (child  -Briarwood)

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-25 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked away at that question, and her words could have been formed of ice from the way the air around her chilled. "Briarwood is the pretty poison," she said, darkness flashing in the depth of her eyes.

No one escaped Briarwood, but she was going to do her best to be the first. Her hands curled into fists at her sides and she looked dark and terrible and powerful and furious... and lonely and afraid.
moonflight: (thinking)

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-25 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't sure what she meant, but by what he could tell, her words carried no death - not like the basilik's screech.

"It looks like blunt impact or like your arms got caught in rope," or similar things, "not like poison.

...I should be able to heal it, if you will let me." Perhaps she had come to him knowing that and just didn't know how to ask, and if that was the case, he wanted to make it easier on her.
witch_child: (Child - big smile)

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-25 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinked a few times and the cold faded as her eyes shifted from the midnight abyss to... the light summer sky color of a child's eyes. And her expression became one of cautious delight. "You're a healer?" she asked, clapping her hands together happily.

She no longer sounded ageless and dangerous, she sounded like a happy child. "Can you teach me?" she asked, bounding over closer with all the energy and enthusiasm of a child, showing off more of how thin she was whenever her cloak and dress exposed more of an arm or leg. There were burns around her neck as well, and bruising, but those were fainter.
moonflight: (what did you say?)

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-25 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." He was too surprised by the question to add any apologies to it initially, confused by the very notion of teaching abilities to another species. Knowledge, perhaps, though it often tied closely into abilities. But healing? "It is in our fire."
witch_child: (Child - dressed herself)

I shoulda tossed you Greg, lol

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-26 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Healing fire?" she asked, sounding little kid fascinated as she finished closing the distance, her summer sky eyes blue and wide. "I'd love to learn that!"

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet now that she was otherwise still.
moonflight: (by the sea)

well

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-26 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not a thing that can be learned."

Not to his knowledge, anyway - how would someone learn a thing based on physiology and one's very nature?
witch_child: (Child - big smile)

Well?

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-27 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, can you show me anyway? Maybe I can figure it out?" she asked, little kid fascinated.
moonflight: (what did you say?)

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hold out your arm."

He will move his head over to nudge her arm if she lets him.
witch_child: (Child - dressed herself)

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-28 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded and held out her arm for him, bouncing a bit excited. The cloak vanished showing a small summer dress for a little kid. her arm was bruises all up and down from wrist to where the sleeve covered it above the elbow. The only rope burn was at the wrist though, the rest looked like marks from being grabbed. She didn't seem to notice how bad her arm looked, her attention was on what she could learn.
moonflight: (what did you say?)

[personal profile] moonflight 2016-11-29 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't like what he sees, at all, but nonetheless blows blue fire on her arm. It feels pleasant on the skin, tickling faintly.

"...Why were you hurt like that?"
witch_child: (Child - OTS Curls)

[personal profile] witch_child 2016-11-30 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She giggled a bit at the feel of it, watching her arm intently, to see the healing, and completely failing to acknowledge the question.