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thricedjinned:
“That makes no sense.”
“If there was fiscal pressure due to overcrowding at the pier, the fisherman would be best served joining a preexisting fleet or finding a new profession.”
“…”
“Do you not know what a joke is, your majesty?”
“Why did the fisherman buy a boat?”
“Pier Pressure.”
gravity-lord-rises:
“So this is what you meant by a leaf outfit.”
“Lotus you don’t need to see this or the aftermath. You should go.”
horologism:
Eyes peered up at the Sindrian king as he indecently paraded around before they slid back down to the scroll the ex-prince was reading.
“Wanted or asked for, perhaps not, but it does seem you could use some.”
Ja’far is already preparing his wires (not for koumei, but for his king, unfortunately), and shrugs lightly.
“Perhaps. But nothing forced, and certainly nothing from you.”
inqerad:
“Effort would be appreciated.”
“Three.”
inqerad:
“That’s not enough time!”
“Not really my problem is it?”
“Four.”
inqerad:
“What did I miss?”
“You have five seconds to re-find your clothes and put them back on.”
horologism:
“I can’t say I have any sympathy for you.”
“Bold of you to assume I even wanted or asked for it.”
sparklingemeraldidol replied to your post: “I hate you all.” You bunch of filthy enablers….
((He’s just expressing himself. LEt Sinbad live-))
there ARE PLENTY OF BETTER WAYS HE CAN EXPRESS HIMSELF AND HE KNOWS IT!!!
themagehero replied to your post: “I hate you all.” You bunch of filthy enablers….
[you should have known he would sin bad, it’s right in the name.]
you’re FIRST ON MY LIST BUCKO.
“I hate you all.”
You bunch of filthy enablers. Look at what you’ve done.
Reuniting Battle
inqerad:
Ah… There’s that scary smile. It’s colder and sharper than his blades in a blizzard, and far more dangerous than any weapon either of them has at their disposal. Sinbad’s throat immediately closes in preparation for the asphyxiation that’s sure to follow when Ja’far tries to throttle him within an inch of his life —— but it never comes. Miracle of all miracles, Ja’far has decided to let his awful little joke pass. A sigh of relief precedes a lighthearted, “I didn’t do it on purpose!” as if there was the faintest possibility that he would ever have done that.
Fortunately, they both know when it’s time to put an end to their playful bickering and move on to what truly matters. For now, it’s a recap of their situation and finding some kind of fix for the abrupt lack of power Sinbad’s vessel are willing to supply to him. It’s been a long time since they’re done this, and it’s never been so sudden; it’s only natural that he’d have concerns even if he hadn’t plummeted to the ground from some thirty feet up in the air.
At least he has them. “Every one, though they’re no use to me now. The seals are still there, but I don’t feel anything from them. Not one of them will answer me.” Whether they can’t or they simply won’t is unclear, and quite frankly, he’s not entirely sure which is worse. “At least Baal’s is still useful even if he’s slacking off. I’ll be fine if something tries to sneak up on us while you fill me in.” Not because he has a sword, but because Ja’far is there with him. Any creature foolish enough to approach them would be dead on its feet long before Sinbad even noticed as long as he’s around.
Ja’far only rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. Sure it is the truth, but that didn’t make it any better! Normally he’d mention something about shaving years off of his lifespan along with a fairly long tongue lashing, but there are other things on his mind. Pressing matters.
“I see. Well, unfortunately, that’s not surprising to hear, though I’m sure you’ll be glad to know it is most likely a temporary state.. in one way or another,” Ja’far begins, thinking of his own vessel and then the powers of those he has met thus far. Gingerly he starts wrapping one of his wires and blades back around his wrist and arm, not wincing or batting an eye at the new but shallow cuts he’s sustained by having them loosely flail along the limb during the catch. The adviser does take the chance to use the blade as an example though.
“Personally, my own vessel works but inconsistently. Sometimes the rukh just… leaves it and I don’t feel anything, just as you described. Still, I’ve been able to rely on it some at least, and from what I’ve heard and seen it’s better case than some of the others brought here.” Here he sighs, “They only have access to their abilities, magic, and special items for a limited window of time per hour… at random.” The two can only hope this isn’t the case for Sinbad himself, though Ja’far has little clue on what causes and separates the two conditions.
“I also know the monsters attacking this place at present aren’t caused or ordered by the people seemingly in charge. Or at least seemingly not on purpose.” Honestly this is another thing that confuses the adviser; if these people had the power they’re rumored to have by bringing them here, shouldn’t they be able to expel a threat like this easily?
“It seems they told everyone to fight until they were able to do something themselves.” Something Ja’far knows won’t sit that well with his friend and King. Truthfully he’s not so sure it wasn’t intentional, especially with the handicaps they’ve been given. How are they supposed to fight and win like this?
syntheticsong:
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At least the man had moved straight away. Ai could have just asked him to move; as per his own habit he’d tapped a notice instead.
The man wasn’t wrong though: this ward was extravagant, to say the least.
Ai stepped through the door as he replied, “There’s plenty to take in. It must be a sight indeed for the general population, if one of high standing like you is in awe.” Just one comment had been enough for Ai to make that deduction.
“Ah well I suppose it isn’t to the people who live here… the ones who didn’t arrive out of the blue like some of us. It just.. must be a fact of daily life to them. A little hard to imagine.” Suddenly Ja’far flusters slightly, at being pinned so quickly, thought there’s one small qualm he has with it.
“Oh, no no. I’m not high-standing, or at least not royalty. I’m merely a general and adviser to a King,” who also happened to look over parliament but that’s not the point clearly, “I’ve just had the honor to visit other palaces and the like. Truthfully, I like things a little less flashy.. simple.” Like his robes. It’s very hard for the man to consider himself that important though he does acknowledge the power and responsibilities from his positions.
temperateskies:
Over exerting himself until he’s grown faint from fatigue isn’t exactly what he intended to do but there’s still so much that needs to be done. He feels it in the air, his senses gone haywire and no amount of rest could really quell the queasy feeling in his gut simply knowing there’s still innocuous people out there. Left defenseless at the hands of those vermin. No. They’re less than vermin. Anything that kills for the sake of killing. For the sheer enjoyment of bloodshed is undeserving of life. Evil incarnated. It sickens him. He will not rest until their kind is eradicated. He will not…
Rest.
But rest he must. Even beings like himself require a period of recuperation. Taking up the mantel of protector comes at a great cost, and these past few days have been costly. He’s hardly able to move his limbs let alone lift his head, so when this kind soul brings an offering its not acknowledged at first. Several long seconds pass, etching away into minutes before a stirring of languid movements can be seen.
❝ Mmm.. ❞ A single eye flutters open and lethargically rolls to meet the concerned gaze of this empathetic man. His hand twitches then sluggishly ascends to retrieve the– ❝ You are… not alone in your puzzlement. How is it possible for glass to be this pliable? ❞ Testing the waters of its flexibility he lightly squeezes the material between his hand before unscrewing the lid and swallowing a fair amount. ❝ Tell me, how fare the others? Any news from outside? Is victory close at hand? ❞
For a few worrying moments the other doesn’t move at all. Briefly ja’far wonders if it’s too late or if he’s sleeping like the dead, but thankfully after a minute or so he stirs. Slowly. This might be more serious than originally feared.
The stranger still musters up enough strength to be able to drink on his own and demonstrates enough awareness to respond to specific things mentioned. Good, good. “I’m not so sure that it is glass, despite its appearance. But I’m glad it is light to carry and easy to use. Please drink as much as you’d like; just pace yourself.”
Ah, he wants news of the ongoing battle. Mmm, how wise is it to actually give details on the matter? It’s not an outrageous leap of logic to think that non stop battling is the reason the other’s so exhausted. Best not to say anything too alarming.
“The battle wages on. Those fighting seem to be doing their best at making sure the monsters aren’t overwhelming or somehow getting into the safe areas. As long as we rotate fighters in and out to avoid weary battle lines we should make it.” Ja’far explains, briefly looking up and over towards the border of the safe zones. His gaze soon drops back down, and he offers what he hopes is a comforting smile.
“Thus, please take your time to fully recover sir…?”
gravity-lord-rises:
“…um, Mister Ja’far, why did you destroy your phone? I know it’s weird, but it’s actually pretty useful…”
He lowers his voice to a whisper like he was about to unveil some amazing secret. “Did you know there’s games on it?!”
“Oh, Lotus! I, uh, didn’t see you there.”
“Well you see, I didn’t and still don’t know its purpose and acted extremely suspicious when I put it near my head. It can’t be trusted like that, no matter how useful.”
He blinks blankly before his eyebrows raise in extreme incredulity.
“Games? What sort of games could that thing have on it? It’s so small. Far smaller than any field or chessboard.”
Reuniting Battle
inqerad:
The impacts come one after the other. The catch —— the landing —— rolling onto the ground. At sixteen, he might have brushed this off like it was nothing, but now… well, now is no different! He isn’t that old, after all, and he’s as fit as ever despite the luxurious lifestyle he and his generals have become accustomed to. In fact, it isn’t even worth mentioning.
“Owwwwww…”
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to complain about it.
“Fine, fine… I’d appreciate a softer landing next time, though.” There’s more soreness in his body than actual pain, but complaining takes his mind off of it for a moment. It’s only when he realizes that he doesn’t need that particular distraction that he abandons all pretenses of injury as he scrambles to his knees.
Yes, that’s definitely him. As always, Ja’far has appeared before him in the nick of time, saving him from yet another potentially cataclysmic downfall —— this time, literally. The realization has him smiling, though he’s sure he’ll be scolded for it after causing a scare like that. As if he could help it, he thinks. Then again, Ja’far couldn’t possibly know what caused him to fall in the first place. Come to think of it, Sinbad isn’t quite sure himself. They’ll come to that in time, though, he’s sure. For now, he’s pleased enough to see his general before him.
His smile widens as he finally greets him. “Fancy meeting you here, Ja’far. A moment later and I would have been flatter than — well, you know what I mean.” That’s one way to deal with a near-death experience, sure. “I don’t suppose you know any more about this situation than I do…?” He certainly hopes so, for both their sakes.
Ah. Yes, he’s more than fine.
“Oh, a thousand apologies, Sinbad! Next time I have to catch you from falling to your death, I’ll be certain to make sure there are plenty of pillows available!”
The freezing icy blade beneath his faked sunny tone makes itself extremely apparent, more so when he drops the smile.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
Honestly!!
“Why don’t you do me a favor and never scare me like that again!!” It doesn’t matter that part of Ja’far already knows the dismissal of Baal’s equip isn’t actually Sin’s fault, it’s how lightheartedly he’s acting in the face of it! After all this time worrying about the other and his condition, this is the greeting he receives. Truthfully, he doesn’t know what he expected. The adviser is this close to flicking the other’s forehead or pinching an ear or nose. The exasperated irritation only eases as the momentary burst of adrenaline does. He heaves out a tired sigh, but gets to his feet only a little shakily.
Right, at least if Sinbad’s acting like this, nothing is seriously wrong. That’s good, Ja’far thinks, and it brings it’s own form of relief that pools warmly with the others. He found him. He’s alive (thanks to him) and apparently none worse for wear. Sin’s alright. Thank the rukh.
“I know a little; I was surprised to wake up here with my vessel in tact and working, and thankfully I see you’ve kept yours as well?” Good. Good. “I arrived shortly before the monsters started spawning, but I’ve managed to gather some information while scouting the area-” the ‘and looking for you’ goes unsaid- “I can fill you in on the basics of what I know right now and give you more details later.”
After all, they’re still on a battle field.
@temperateskies
Exhaustion, in long winding battles like these that can stretch for days on end many can find themselves a victim of it as likely as any blade or weapon. Already it’s taken its toll among many of those who chose to fight back the monsters with little reprieve, and Ja’far has little doubt that it’s what afflicting the person he’s just recently noticed, sitting alone in one of the safe zones.
It’s easy, for him anyway, to spot. Years of experience, either noticing it in his friends and allies, or ignoring the signs he spots in the his reflection. (His body was trained to endure exhaustion, the adviser always argues, and all forms of deprivation. Strangely, it never seems to sway anyone from worrying.) It’s why he’s quick to vanish and then reappear quietly, a small bottle of water in his hands now as he approaches the stranger.
“Please, pardon my intrusion but I thought you might need or want this,” Ja’far greets stooping down to a sitting position, close but not too close to be invasive, and offering the bottle with an open hand. “It’s water, though admittedly I’m not used to its.. odd container.” What even is the material? It’s clear like glass but much softer. A little off-putting, but hopefully the other man won’t find it so.
“Please take it, you look like you need it far more than I do.”
