Aether amoung lightwings

[johnwaterstrike]

John Waterstrike sat on the other side of the table, close to the hearth fire but not in the way of the soldiers that would need it.  The healer that had serve with their unit in Rhalgr’s Reach had invited him for some field work at Falcon’s Nest.  As much as he didn’t like to leave Warren short a healer…he couldn’t pass this chance up. So, he had left a quick not for Warren before he packs over a week’s worth of clothes and heading out to Falcon’s Nest.  He knew it would be cold…but he hadn’t realized how cold it would be. John had become a fixture in the kitchen/dining area of the fort between working in the medical ward of the fort. He missed home…he missed being warm…and he missed Howl and the others.  He at least had Kit with him which help with the loneliness.  Speaking of Kit, he pulls out her book, looking at the wear that was starting to show on it.  “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep repairing it, let alone replacing the aether crystals on the cover,” he says to the fairy.  It terrified him, as this was Kit’s body in a way.  If he couldn’t repair it…

He blinks as a Post Moogle stop beside him.  “Delivery for Mr. Waterstrike,” he says.

“Oh, I’m John Waterstrike,” he says.

The Moogle handed over a package.  “For you,” he says, handing over a squarish package to John before moving over to one of the soldiers, with several letters to hand over.

John took the package, knowing from the linger aether before seeing the signature that it was from Howl. He quickly unwraps it, eyes widening as he looks over the new book.  “It…it’s beautiful.”  He looks over at Kit before taking the letter that was on the inside of the package.

Hey John,

I found this cool focus and made it into a book for you.  Maybe Kit’ll like a new home.

“What do you think?” he asks Kit.  The fairy places her hands on the book, eyes widening.  ‘So much aether.’  She frowns, ‘It’ll take time but…maybe the spell…’

“I’m not sure if we should use that.  You barely remember it and…what if I can’t hold you?”

“Healer John, we need you in the ward,” another healer call from the doorway.  Placing the book away, he stood up, giving a nod, and stuffing his glove hands into his jacket, he follows the other healer out of the kitchen and out into the cold.

He look up at the sky, feeling the loneliness seeping in with the cold wind, causing him to shiver.  ‘I really wish you were here, Howl…I miss you so much,’ he thought before another shiver cause him to go chasing after the other healer.

[johnwaterstrike]

(RP that I and Ha’uruh ‘Howl’ Nunh did a few days ago.)

John Waterstrike sipping on a cup of tea, he grins at Kit.  "Glad my voice is back...ugh." he said, though there is a bit of roughness to his voice still.

Howl had just stepped in from outside.  He glances up, his ears giving a bit of a wiggle at seeing John.  "'Ey there," he greets him with a smile and a raised hand.

"Howl...." he says as he exits from the stairs.  "Ah, I'm glad you're here." he says, voice taking on an eager tone.  He sets the half finish cup down on the desk before moving quickly over to Howl.

Howl holds out his arms to John.  "You okay?  You're soundin' right rough... gettin' over a cold?"

Kit giggles.  'Lost voice because of it.'

John gave her a half-hearted glare.  "Kit is correct.  I didn't have much of a voice when you gave me that gift, Howl."

Howl scratches one ear, smiling a little abashedly.  "Oh!  S'good to hear.  Thought maybe you were upset with me or somethin'.  Y'seemed kinda off."

"The hazard of being a healer...and working with children." John blinks..."You...thought I was upset."  He shakes his head.  "Howl, it was wonderful.  It was a great gift."  He reachs out to takes, Howl's hand.  "I've got it put up in my room," he says, preparing to drag Howl over to his room.

Howl lets himself get dragged off.  "Wh-whoa!  You did, huh? Let's see it then."  He gives Kit a charming smile on his way past.

"Peace!  It's right bare in here.  We need to get you some rugs."

John grins as they get into his room.  "Got it up there."  He snorts. "Haven't seen any rugs that caught my eye.  Though Tanya is even more bare."  He sighs at the lack of work the two hadn't be able to do on the would-be medical room.

Howl squints around the room, then spies the clock up on the far end. "For a moment, thought you didn't even have a bed.  Though that one ain't big enough for two." He gives John a sly grin, then goes over to inspect the clock.  "Looks good up there.  Didn't have no trouble gettin' it on the wall, yeah?"

John blinks and then blush at Howl's statement.  "If I didn't know better...I think you were taking teasing lesson from Sei."  He looks up at the clock.  "Took a bit to get it up there...it was heavier than I thought."

Howl glances back at him and smiles.  "Sorry.  Ain't tryin' to embarrass you none.  I like flirtin' with you."

John sighs before grinning.  He quickly moves over, catching Howl with a quick kiss.  He drew back, blushing.  "I love it.  Thank you so much for the gift, Howl."

Howl reddens a bit too under his perpetual tan, then grins and scratches an ear. "If I knew I'd get that just for making a clock, I'd've made right more furniture.  Or maybe some jewelry for you.  Y'got anything what you want?  Earrings, or bracelets or something?"

John sighs.  "Um, never really thought about jewelry.  He reachs up fingering at the necklace that rest against some to the scarring across his chest and neck.  "Really, Howl, you know you don't have to get me anything.  I'm happy being by your side."

Howl frowns, noticing the scars.  He leans in close to inspect them.  "How'd you get all of these...?"

John eyes flickers off to the side.  "It's been a long time ago now." he says.  The slightly darker tan seems to make the scars stand out more. Some of the others could barely be seen. "It happened when I was first part of Titor's unit."  He held up his hand.  "It was something from Tanya...and I guess my pass."

Howl is still frowning slightly.  He goes to take a seat, though John didn't exactly invite him to. "Got time to listen, if you feel like tellin' the tale."

 *****

John eyes blink open for the thousand time as he laid in bed after his and Howl’s talk.  He knew he promise to try and sleep but there was still so much going on in his head.  He places a hand over his heart, letting his mind drift back to what happen.  From him telling Howl about the scars that range along the left side of his body to what Howl had told him.

He sat up, much to the protest of Sassy, who hiss at him before she moves down to the end of the bed. He watches the cat curl back up into a ball.  John pulls up his right leg, wrapping his arm around it as he thought back to what Howl had told him.  That he was starting to have feelings for him, his fears, his worries, and what he, Warren, and Sei had done.  He sighs, feeling warmth bloom in his chest, having finally said the word to Howl.  “I love you,” he whispers, remembering the shock on Howl’s face that when he had spoken those words to him.  That the other was starting to feel the same… he closed his eyes, savoring that memory.

John open his eyes, chewing on his lip as he remembers the bombshells that Howl then told him.  That Howl trusted him enough with ‘That’ secret. That he had three lives to protect with that secret that was told.  He wouldn’t let his partner down.  He would make sure no one would find out about that.  For one quick moment, he was glad that Tanya couldn’t use that part of her Echo anymore.  No one would find out about it.  He would make sure of it.

He groans as he remembers the other bombshell that Howl had told him.  “Gods how am I going to face Warren at the Grindstone,” he mutters, burying his face into his knee.  He couldn’t even figure out how and why Warren would have felt that way toward him. “If anything, I should be jealous, but I can’t.  I know how Howl feels about Warren.”  What was he going to do?  Could he even act like nothing had changed?  That everything was normal after learning about what Warren felt.

He drops back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to work out how he was going to get through this Grindstone.  “Maybe Warren won’t be there.”  He reaches up to rub at the veining scars along the left side of his face.  He knew he didn’t have that kind of luck.  “Ok, John.  Stop over thinking things.  Just make like none what Howl told you happen.  Act normal and Warren shouldn’t know that you know,” he told himself.  He closes his eyes, willing sleep to come to him.

John ended up not sleeping at all that night.

[johnwaterstrike]

(Wrote this out after getting this wonder bit of artwork which can be found here, from Tobi/Vivi Crow.  Hope you guys enjoy it.)

John Waterstrike sigh as he finishes the last of the paperwork for his mom.  “Kit, please be a dear and take these to the Clinic,” he says. The fairy flew over, taking the roll of papers from John, and giving a salute.  “Let her know that once I’m sure Warren and Hannah are clear of the ‘Creeping Death’, I’ll be able to return to work at the Clinic.”  He reaches up, scratching at the veining scarring along the left side of his neck.  He knew that the sun was probably making those scars stand out a bit more than usual, but he values them as it reminds him on how close he had come to lose himself and how much he values his life now.

 Kit nods, ‘Be back soon,’ she says, flicking off in the direction of his Mom’s clinic.

 Taking that few moments of quiet, John let his mind drift a little, and sort though some of the memories that he held.  He found some know moves in Pick’s set of memories, making note to practice them so he wouldn’t truly hurt anyone by accident.  He stays away from Gogonji’s memories…or as he like to call them “That one time I did something stupid”.  He still woke up in mid-scream as all those different memories in Chachan’s brother’s head had batter him around like a broken wing bird in a stormy sea.  Then there was that blank spot where ‘those’ memories had been.  He didn’t want to think about what would have happen if Khyran had not remove them.

 Finally, he came to Howl’s memories.  These he keeps close, for they were given freely, with no fear on what John could do. These he cradles gently to him, allowing the emotions on those memories to wash over his being.  Though there were not many happy ones, he treasures all the same.  He releases those emotion through himself…finally releasing them back into there place within his own memories.  He reaches up, brushing tears away from his eyes, before settling with paper and quill. There was someone that he had not spoken to in a while and he hopes that the Elezen was doing well.

 Sir Toviel Caligiuri,

I hope that this letter finds you and yours well.  I have not seen and spoken to you in a while and I blame myself for not trying to stay in touch more then I have been able.  Perhaps if the Twelve grants us favor, we could meet again and exchange stories of what we have been able to do and what we hope will come into our lives.

I do hope that this Starlight will be a wonderful time for you.  Please stay safe in your travels.

May Thaliak’s wisdom be a guide for you,

John Waterstrike

 John folds the letter, slipping it into an envelope, and placing it in the mailbox for the moggle to pick up.  He moves back over to the table, gathering up the items, and blinks as something plops down onto his head with a very familiar giggle.  “I see you’re back,” he says with a soft smile, his right hand reaching up to give her a lite tap on her head.  He could picture what she probably looks like on his head, her chin cup in her hand, her tiny elbow settle into his hair, one arm just slightly in front of her left arm…at least from the feel on the top of his head.  From the slight movement toward the back of his head, she was kicking her feet in satisfaction of what she had done.

 Kit grins.  ‘Howl home soon.  Almost Starlight.’

 He lowers his hand slightly after giving her a pet, “Soon.  He’ll be thrill to know that Warren is doing better.”  Kit gives a cheer.  “How about we get something to eat?”  He finish gathering up all of his paperwork and with Kit settle on his head, the pair step back into the Duskbreak…their home.

[starlin23]

Fanart for John and Kit

Fanart done by my good friend, Tobi/Vivi Crow for my SCH John Waterstrike from FFXIV.  I love it and can’t thank them enough for this piece of art.

[johnwaterstrike]

(Thanks to Sei Castille for making this lovely banner for my healer. *hugs*)

Selection: “Kit and I will cover you.”

Job: Shield Healer (Scholar focus on Shields)

Weapons: Kit and Kit’s book

AI Behavior: Hangs to the back of the group but close enough that he can quickly touch anyone in the party to heal them.  If he sees a big room wide damage from boss, he and Kit will apply shields to negate as much of the incoming damage as possible.  Will not do damage to trash but focus on healing Party members.

Battle Lines: "Kit be ready." - Boss pull

"Shield is ready." - Popping defensive cooldowns

"Don’t get too reckless." -Using HP recovery on a party member

"Stay close." - Using large shield on group cooldowns

Limit Break: Will not use limit break unless it is three bars.  Draws on Kit’s aetherical form, joining as one to place a large shield dome over the group, recovering HP and place a small damage shield on each party member.  But this leaves him, and Kit open to attack and weak once Kit separates from him.

KO'ed:

"I’m…I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough." - Variant 1

"Kit…forgive me." - Variant 2

Revived from KO:

"I’ll watch my step this time." - Variant 1

"Looks like I might need glasses now.” - Variant 2

Assisting Ally: "You watch your steps and I’ll cover you." – Variant 1 (Single shield effect)

"YOU WILL NOT HURT THEM!" - Variant 2 (Party wide shield)

Special: "I’ll make up for getting you involve in this..." - Howl in party

"As long as you’re ok, that is good with me." - Howl in party

“Sis is going to throw a fit.” - Warren in party

“This isn’t time for that discussion.” - Sei in party

“You’re not alone…we are with you.” - Hannah in party

“Please be careful, for Lady Selthrana and my own.” - Khyran Oisin in party

“Steady, we have you.” - Ruran Vas in party

"I always glad for your help." - Maril Hawker in party

"Thal, NO…NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM!" - Clan Castille/Khyran/Ruran/Maril KO

"I never get tired of this." - Howl LB

"Please, be more careful, for we don’t want to lose you!" - Assisting ally (Clan Castille/Khyran/Ruran/Maril)

"No…not like this!" - Ally KO

"Thank you for helping with this." - Grindstone participant in party

"This is not your time." - Ally KO (Grindstone)

"Kit, I need your strength to save them." -Last man standing, LB

[johnwaterstrike]

The call of WAR

John Waterstrike hit the floor as soon as Dagger Unit linkpearl went off, listening as a call of arms was being sent out by Axe, with Sam saying he would give out station on where the unit members would be place.  Even as he threw on his Private jacket, quill in hand as he tried to write out a note for Warren, he cursed his luck under his breath.  He had been planing on pearling Hannah, to see if she was alright, even if Sei had said that she needed to get her head together.  She had been gone too long and it was causing him to become more worried about her.

When he got to Rhalgr’s Reach, he was told that he would be station there with several other healers.  The ones with more combat experience would head on to the front lines, though whispers among the men was that the leaders of the City states were trying to parley a peace treaty.  John didn’t hold out much hope for it happening.  Tanya pass by as he was helping with supplies and they spoke for a few minutes before she went to her only assignment with her Adder unit.

It was a quiet moment when made his way to a quiet corner of Reach.  Fitting the linkpearl onto his ear....”Hannah,” he says, not sure if she respond or not but wanting to say something.  “I...I don’t know when you might be coming home.  We all hope it’s soon.  But if you’re not ready, I want you to know that all of us will be here when you’re ready.”

He looks up as several of the Soliders began to gather weapons.  There was a skip in his heartbeat as many of them teleported from Rhalgr’s Reach that War was on.  “Hannah, please be careful...and this little brother of yours will be careful as well.”  He let go of the linkpearl, heading for the medical area of the Reach.  He and the other healers will have their own fight later as well.

[johnwaterstrike]

John didn’t remember too much after he and Kit used that healing spell to shield and heal those members of ARK after the ambush with the “voidsent” hunters.  He thought he tried to at least walk, though from what Tanya told him after he finally woke up from a day and a half sleep, he was more being drag when Selthrana, Toki, and Hikari brought him back to the Duskbreak.  A hand appears in front of him, holding a bottle of Ether.  “Really, Tanya, I’m fine.”

Green eyes glare at him, as the red head hyur push the ether into his hands.  “You pass out as soon as they drop you into bed,” Tanya says, arms cross in front of her chest.  “It’s a wonder that Warren or Howl didn’t come in demanding what was going on and what happen to you.  I’m sure they heard your screams when the nightmares started.”  He makes a face at her.  She watches as he rub his head, “Be glad that it was just my fist to the back of your head instead of my staff.  That was a stupid and dangerous stunt that you and Kit pulled.”

“I had to do something.  Khy and the others would have been killed if I just did small heals to them.” John says, downing the bottle of Ether, grimacing at the taste.  “It had to be big and it had to shield them until the spell heal them.”  He watches his sister rub her forehead and decided to at least change the subject.  “Has there been any word about Hannah?”

Tanya shook her head.  “I’m sure she’s fine.  If she wasn’t, we would have heard about it from Warren.”  She watch him look at the window.  “Look, you head down to the Grindstone and I’ll stay here.  If she comes back to the Dusk, I’ll let you know and if she’s at the ‘Stone then you can let me know by Pearl.”  She watches him nod, moving to the door as Kit left her seat on the book shelf, much to Sassy dislike.  The half grown kitten hand been near to reaching the top shelf and the fairy.

Tanya step out of John’s room and made her way to the front room of the Duskbreak.  As she settle into the chair, she could only hope that this calm before the war finally broke loose would last but she was sure it wouldn’t.

[johnwaterstrike]

Home is where the heart lies

John's tail lash as he sat at the table in, watching some of the younger children and adults hunt for eggs.  He couldn't bring himself to enjoy it or even participate in any of the hunts going on.  He was here on holiday with his family when his other family was having to deal with reporters and handle Lady Annunu's death.  He stood up, stalking out of the area.  It wasn't fair.  Why did someone want to kill Lady Ann?  Why was he here?  He should be at home with his family, giving support to Warren and the others.

He stops, why was he still here?  Why was he hiding out when they needed the support?  With a growl, he ran out, collecting his things from his inn room, and leaving a note with Lady Miounne to give to his sister and parents.  He race down the stairs to the airship landing, missing the older Miqo'te, one that look very much like an older verison of John, as he stuck his head into the entryway of the Canopy.  John could hear someone yelling about picking up some cinnamon and Miounne's clear voice ringing out.  "If you would, Rhag'li."

Once he got the ticket, he quickly made his way to board the airship.  Settling down, he look out at the trees.  "Howl, Kit and I are coming home," he whisper.

[johnwaterstrike]

Fire and disappearances

The room was quiet, the only sound was the faint breath of John as he slept.  One glove hand rested on Kit’s book for a moment before the sounds of shouting came through the open window.  His eyebrows winkles, muttering for Bandit to shut up, he tries to turn over and go back to sleep.  More shouting and screams about fire finally rouses John from his bed in a rush.  He grabs his shirt from the back of his chair, pulling it on quickly as he makes his way to the door of his room, and hopefully not break his toes on the chair while doing so.

It look like he wasn’t the only one pull from his bed, following the others as they head out of the house.  John could just make out smoke and fire near Raubahn’s Salute.  Tanya came up behind him, “What’s going on?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” he says, frowning.  He could hear the others murmuring on what might be going on.  “I should go and see if they need help,” he adds, only to be caught by his ear.  “Owowowow!”

“No, you’re going back to bed.  Samuel told me you over extended yourself during training yesterday,” Tanya said.  She nods her head to the others before pushing her little brother back into the Duskbreak.  “You need rest and I’m sure we’ll hear all about it in the morning.

It was several hours that things began to become even more strange.  Word that Lady Ann’s room was empty and that escape paths had been found.  He was about to pearl Evening Fist when words from the other people in the area said that a headless lalafell’s body was found in the ashes of the storage shed.  He worried his lip, hoping and praying to the Gods that it was a rumor, and wondering if he should head over there to see if his gift could be used to find out what might have happen and bring closure to whoever’s family that they belong too.

Yet, deep down...with Ann disappearing and the body, “Gods above...I hope it isn’t Lady Ann.”

[thomaswaterstrike]

John set the last of the chocolates into the boxes and reach for the lids to place them on when Thomas walk into the living room of their apartment.  “Dad?” he asks, seeing the serious look on his adoptive father’s face.

Thomas glance at the boxes. “Are those for your friends Khyran and Ruran?” he asks.  At John’s nod, he pulls out to letters.  “If you would be kind to include these in with the chocolates.”

John looks at the letters curiously, “Um, alright.”  He was about to open one up but was stop by a gentle hand on his glove one.  “I guess it’s something serious.”

“Yes,” Thomas said.  “A voidsent that had attacked a young boy. I wish to hear the advice on how best to deal with it…and if possible, on how to destroy it.”

“I can help…”

“NO!”  John drew back from Thomas’ outburst.  “I…I’m sorry, John but this voidsent is far too dangerous. I do not wish you harm.  It is why I wish to speak with your friends because I’m afraid I’m too old to face this void on my own.”  He rubs John’s ear in a fatherly way.  “And you have your own family that does not wish to see you hurt…or do I need to remind you what happen with young Howl?”

John ducks his head, remembering those days when Howl had been missing after the fight at Specula Imperatoris, and wraps his arm around himself.  Thomas sighs and kneels next to John.  “I will be careful, John.  But I need to know that you will be safe.  You and Howl and the others that you are living with now…the whole of you have your own lives, long ones that I hope, to live.  Please understand that I only telling you this because I do not wish for you to go down the path that I once did.”  He was startle as John’s own arms wrap around him, but only for a moment.  “Now now, I still also have much to live for. I wish to see grandchildren from you and Tanya.”

“DAD!” John says, blushing. After a moment, he takes the letters from Thomas, place one in each of the boxes.  He stands up and makes his way to the door.  “I’m off.”

Thomas stood up, watching the door close behind his son, before he allows his temper to rise up to chill the room.  He knew that he had lie to his son, but he did not wish to upset him or even risk bring what few memories might still reside from the Siren that had tried to use him and his gift to remain in this world.  She would pay with her own life for what she did to John and he would be the one to do it. *****

The letter would arrive in the box of chocolates that John sent.  The writing is neat though a bit rough compare to John’s own handwriting.  The name written on the outside of the folder letter would just save Master Thomas to Kyran Oisin.

Sir Khyran Oisin,

It has come to my attention that you have a voidsent in your precession, one that is held trap by your hands, a voidsent that should not be allowed to have a chance to be free. First, I wish to thank you for what you did, removing the memories and her from my son, John.  I only wish to see that the Siren is dealt with.  As for how that may be done, I have sent off a letter to another Hunter that I hope may have

some idea on best protect any that would face her…or he knows someone that could find a way to keep her from using her ‘Song’ to control others.  If you are free, please let me know so that I can speak with you about what you had to do to remove her and her memories from John’s mind, so that I may be to see if there might have been any lasting effects with my son.

May Nald’thal’s and Rhalgr’s blessing be on you,

Master Thomas Waterstrike, Lord of House Waterstrike

****

The letter would arrive in the box of chocolates that John sent. The writing is neat though a bit rough compare to John’s own handwriting.  The name written on the outside of the folder letter would just save Master Thomas to Ruran Vas.

Ser Ruran Vas,

I wish your help.  I have just recently received information concerning John and a voidsent.  You know of my son’s Gift.  I fear a Siren, perhaps long lived and a high run, use his gift against him.  She implanted her memories into him, to torcher him for the minor roll he and the Unit he was with prior to returning to the Flame Unit ‘Dagger’.  If allow myself to think of what those memories did to my son…I fear I would have to rewrite this letter to you.  Know that she is no longer link to John, her being and memories now held trap by one that is also a Hunter like us and close friend to John.  I have sent a letter to Sir Khyran Oisin to see if you still hold her trap and if there might be lingering effect from what he did to remove her.

If you may have a way to kill her without her ‘Song’ effecting and controlling those that would face her is for some reason she has found a way to free herself from her prison.  If not yourself, then maybe fellow Hunters might be able to give advice on best to deal with her.  Please contact me when you receive with what help you can offer, and I’ll let you know as well on what Sir Khyran has told me.

May Nald’thal’s and Rhalgr’s blessing be on you,

Master Thomas Waterstrike, Lord of House Waterstrike

[johnwaterstrike]

Book was settle in his lap, John blink tears from his eyes.  Quill touch paper.

Today I die.

“John, honestly.” The dark hair woman says, snatching the quill from the miqo’te’s hand.  She also took the book as well.  “It’s just fever relief, not a poison.”

“It sure taste like it...” he muttered, before double over into a coughing fit.  It left him drain and he could feel Kit concern.

Maggie sigh.  “Take it, then get some rest.  I’ll have Tanya go down and let Ser Warren know that you’re sick.”  He pass the fever relief potion over to John, rolling her eyes as he pinch his nose and down the bottle.  He gag and mutter ‘oh gods...why must you do this to me.’  She snorts at her son.  “Nothing but a baby...” she says, snatching the book out of his reach again.  “I said rest...that means sleep.”

She place the book on the tray, turning to settle the sheet over him.  “Get some sleep, my kitten.  It a mild fever, so it shouldn’t have a hold on you for long.”  She lean down and kissed his forehead.  “Sleep well.”

John sigh, “ok...” His hand curl around Kit’s book.  His eyes slip closed, so he missed his mother taking his diary out of the room with her.

[johnwaterstrike]

Kit floats in front of the door before knocking on it.  “Yes?” came a far older voice on the other side.  ‘It’s Kit.  Can I speak with you Tom?’  The sound of a chair pushing back came from the other side.

Thomas Waterstrike open the door for the fairy, slightly surprise of the other being here.  “Kit, is something wrong?  Or are you bring me a message from John?”  He move over to the desk, pulling out an apple favor piece of candy.  “Here, you probably need the sugar.”

Kit cheer, taking the candy and sitting crosslegged on Thomas’ desk.  ‘Thank you, Tom.’ she says, taking several licks off of it.

“You always welcome, little one,” he says.  He look at her seriously, “What brings you here, little one?”

The fairy turn serious.  ‘Haven’t seen friend...or Ruran.  Worry over them.’

Thomas sigh, “You are as kind and gentle as John.  I can understand why he did as he did to get your book.”  He remove the glasses, setting his chin on his hand.  “I too worry for him, since I remember my own time as a void hunter as well.”  He watch her nibble at the piece of candy.  “He push himself too hard, much as John did for a while.”

She watch Thomas lean back in his chair.  'I would go and speak with him, but I am unsure where he would be at.'  She look at the candy, ‘Haven’t ‘smell’ Ruran or friend.’

Thomas reach over tapping Kit very gentle on the head.  “Do not worry, little one.  I can ask around and see if anyone that ‘Hunt’ have seen him.”  He set quil to paper, allowing Kit to finish up the piece of candy, and then once she was done, he seal the letter.  “You should get back to John.  I do not wish for you strain the link between you two for you coming here.  I’ll let you and John know if I’m able to speak with him.”  He open up the door, excepting the hug from the fairy, and watching her move down the hall.

“Now then, looks like it’s time for me to hunt now.” he says, taking the staff that was next to the door, and leaving the room.

(Mention of @weepingknight)

[johnwaterstrike]

(During Grindstone, John Waterstrike push himself to hard, much to the concern of his fairy partner, Kit and Jancis Milburga.  But because of a miss understanding between Jancis and Kit, John took it into his own hands to straighten things out between the two.)

Jancis Milburga looks over at John, "Forgive me. I did not ask for your help to stand earlier. Is understandable for her to be protective of you afterwards. Are you all right? Did seem a bit dizzy sitting there." She clearly tries to focus more on John.

John Waterstrike reach up, needing his forehead.  "Kit told me why she was looking at you...."  He sigh.  "It is alright.  This...it all seems to be a miss understanding."  He reach up, nudging Kit's leg.  "Tell her, Kit."  Kit peek out enough look at Jancis with teary eyes.  'Wan...want you to stop him...'

Jancis looks over at the glittering Kit, her face flush with realization at her midunderstanding. She repeats quietly "stop him" and then looks thoughtful as she recalls what was said before. "I. I do not speak well, nor listen well. I did not realize."

Jancis takes a handkerchief from her satchel, carefully holding it up for Kit despite the size difference. "John? Why are you pushing yourself so?"

John blush as Kit seem to teleport to attach to herself to Jancis, letting the other dab at the tears.  "It...it something that I'm sure is turning Mom and Dad's hair gray.  I know Howl has let me have it about it as well." He try to not think about the pointed looks from Warren.  "It's...I just narrow everything down to just healing..."  He ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus on his words.

Jancis looks surprised at the bold Kit, carefully keeping her hand in the handkerchief to catch the moisture. "At a cost to you and your kin? It is a hard balance." Her voice is very empathetic. "People are strong as you are. I am sure you can manage both, without. Without depleting yourself unless it is dire."

"I have had to practice that myself. Especially right now. It is very hard to watch and do a little. Very hard,” Jancis says.

"It's a fault...one that I pick up after she...after Tanya die."  John began to pace...thought better of it and he moves over to sit next to the tree. "You know about my ability...my gift.  You know I call it a curse."

Jancis looks away from Kit, "Tanya died? Thal's Grace." She nods slowly after looking empathic and mournful for the acquaintance. "Yes. Yes, you have called it that before." She motions to his gloves.

John rests his elbow were on his knees, eyes looking distant.  "Do you know why I thought it...I was curse.  Why I thought it was best to be...gone then here..."

"To. To not touch another? You are worthy of finding a way, John,” Jancis reassure.

"Faberllet thought different...but then again, I 'dream' his crimes against those he was supposed to be helping...been healing."  Kit was shaking, knowing this story. "10 Sun of age...too sick to realize that the visions weren't just from the fever, asking him 'Why...why did you hurt them?'  And instead of the kind face he first show, he became fearful and call me cursed.  I heard him tell Mom and Dad that the elementals wouldn't allow him to help me, that they said I was curse."

“Evening Fist defeats Morokha to claim the Grindstone championship.” Warren Castille yell came from the large stone.

John shakes his head, glancing over at the 'stone as Warren call out the winner.  He look back at Jancis with a sigh.  "Tanya wasn't 'happy' with him.  I believe Dad told me after she heal me that she had to have her staff replace.  Big sister is over protective big sister and all that.  Though after she really got done...it was a long time before I saw him again."  He reach up to rub at his upper left arm.  "I guess it stay with me...that if I could heal, then the elementals might forgive me."

John rubs the back of his neck.  "Guess it’s stupid to let something like that direct how I should live."

Jancis kept her eyes on John, missing the fanfare. "The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear." She purses her lips together. "Forgive my boldness. It is a bit stupid. His fear was wrong, for all you put value on his words." She gets a little closer, trying to comfort Kit. "I worry more that you will take yourself to such pains to gain a forgiveness you will not receive. I cannot see what there is to forgive."

"I...know that now, Jan."  John sigh. "It's still a hard habit to break...though this time I was trying not to break it.  Just mixing aethers drains me.  Same with ‘Dreaming’ but not quite as bad."

Jancis nods, kneeling down and settling in arm's reach. "It has the best of intentions. I. I hope. I hope next time will be further along. And the next after that. I will remind you and aid here."

John give a short chuckle.  "I'll try my best.  I might at least save Howl and Warren's hair from going as white as Mom's and Dad's."

"I wonder if Warren's is looking for a reason to." Jancis smiles back, concern easing a little on her features. "Here. You saw Sir Denz, yes? He made this bread. He leaves it for me when he has to go. Perhaps it will make you feel better. He is quite the baker when he is not wielding a sword." She takes out a carefully wrapped up loaf of bread and offers it.

"It. It helps me feel better whenever I eat it,” she adds.

John's nose twitches and his ears flickers.  "If you don't mind sharing."

Jancis smiles, handing over the loaf. "I do not mind. Happy to. He will be eager for a reason to make more." Bracing herself of her own strength she stands, urging Kit into John's arms and leaving her with the handkerchief. "I should be off. Thank you for helping me understand. It means a lot. Take care of each other."

"And forgive me, Little Kit, for saying you were unbecoming. I was wrong. Your care for John glows brighter than yourself."

John use the tree to push himself off, breaking off a bit of bread, eyes lighting up at the taste.  "Please let him know that I think it is very good."  Kit blushes at the praise even as he cuddle back into John's neck. "Take care of yourself as well, Jan." he says, offering a small smile.

Jancis return the smile to him.

(@jancisstuff)

[johnwaterstrike]

(This takes place right after John teleported after from the others after the event of WHAT LIES BENEATH, pt. II (Finale).)

John Waterstrike knew, in that one moment before darkness claim him, that he had push himself too much.  It shouldn’t have surprise him, from worrying himself sick as Kit and the others climb down the ledge to Maril Hawker and Ruran Vas.  The pain from the corruption as the darkness the group face, grabbing the rope to pull Ruran and Athil Thorne up even as they pair climb up it.  It was probably a good thing that he wouldn’t feel the pain as he head it the path, leaving him in painless and dreamless/nightmareless darkness for hours.

The aetherstones in the cover of the book reacted, releasing a just as exhausted Kit from it’s hold.  ‘John?’ she asks in worry.  She place two fingers against his neck, feeling the low aether in him.  She look around but there was no one about at this time of day and she bites her bottom lip.  She didn’t want to leave him in this state but she had no idea on where the others were at.  She didn’t want to do it, this spell, but there was no choice.

She move her hands, forming the pattern that her Master had done, the first time that he use her for their first big heal together.  But she push the fear that she had felt for herself that first time.  She focus on the love and hope, that fuel her to be beside John and attack as her partner ability awoke the dragon, Ryuuga within Howl’s memories.  Remember that moment when John push himself trying to help a soul that was so damage that it was two instead of one.  How strange even now to see the world through John’s eyes.

‘John’ stood up, stumbling forward, and pressing up ‘his/her’ hands to the door.  Kit shook John’s head.  This spell...she remember how dangerous it is, especially if either of them was low on aether.  Pushing the door open, she check the surrounding but there was no one in the room.  She move to the hall, quickly finding John’s room, and ducking them both inside.

She stumble them both into a chair as she tried to get John to the bed.  It took a minute but she finally ended the spell.  Kit hover about John’s still body for a moment before settling against John’s neck.  She lean against his neck, taking exhausted comfort in that low but steady beat of aether.  She close her eyes, ‘love...you...’ she murmur, the fairy finally giving in to her exhaustion as well.

[weepingknight]

 WHAT LIES BENEATH, pt. II (Finale)

Trapped in the bottom of a pit in the Sunken Temple of Qarn with Ruran, whose consciousness was quickly fading, Maril Hawker sent out an emergency linkpearl call to Matron’s Reach.

Dense with corruption, the aether within the pit was thin, that call skipped and was difficult to hear. But the need for help was easy enough to discern. Piecing together key words from instructed by both Maril and Ruran, Athil Thorne, Vahsrin'a Saialdhe, John Waterstrike, and Kaiya Ailbhe moved quickly into action, heading towards Qarn. Meanwhile, Fiona Delaine made preparations for their rescue.

Down below, the darkness began to shift. Deprived of its soulstone, it writhed in fury. Maril extended a magical barrier to keep it at bay. Ruran, barely able to stand, stumbled toward her. He did not seem to be able to hear her; he was focused only on the darkness that was creeping upon them.

He extended his hand. Assailed by the shadows, Maril’s barrier cracked, then shattered, and she fell unconscious. At that moment, a blinding, golden light burst from Ruran’s soulstone and hand, and filled the cavern with radiant energy. The darkness shrieked and fled. For now.

Ruran passed out beside Maril, both vulnerable should the darkness return.

However, that bright light was all the Matron’s Reach needed to locate the pair. They descended quickly, using both spells and Ruran’s rope, to reach the bottom. Ruran and Maril were not difficult to find, but the corruption was building up its fury again. They were wakened, just enough to cooperate, and were finally able to leave the ravine. Whatever that strange darkness was, it could not follow.

The group traveled to Little Ala Mhigo, where they were able to recover and get their wounds tended. Questions were asked, which Ruran mostly avoided, though he did promise that in the future, he would seek their help in advance.

{ @meandering-mind | @athilthorne | @johnwaterstrike | @floating-city-of-nem }

[johnwaterstrike]

(This is taking place at the Grindstone, before Valention’s Day between John Waterstrike and Ha’uruh “Howl” Nunh.  Italic is for John’s Dreaming ability working.)

 John Waterstrike eyes brighten as he spotted Howl next to the stone before nervously sticking his hand into one of the pack, feeling for the box inside.  Kit giggle at John before taking wing from his shoulder and shoot off to settle on Howl's own shoulder.  'Evening, Howl.' she said.

Howl starts to look toward John but winds up with a face full of Kit.  He shifts her back a little bit on his shoulder so he's not being blinded. "Evenin' John.  How've y'been?"

John moves over to the stone, giving a nervous chuckle.  "I'm doing fine.  Sorry about, Kit."  He gave a mock glare at the fairy, who stuck out her tongue, "I feel like you like Howl more than me."  Kit giggle again before giving a hug to Howl before flying back over to John.

Howl chuckles at that. "Dunno 'bout that, think th' whole world likes you more'n me, John.  Peace!  Ain't much of a contest, really."

"That's not true, Howl." John said, only to have Kit tug at his ear.  'Go on...' she said.  He blushes, finding the small box, almost fumbling it as he pulls it out and hand it over.  "It's not much and I really wish I could have gotten it to you sooner but...HappyValention'sDay." he finish in a rush, holding the box out to Howl.

Howl takes the box curiously, then opens it, glancing down inside.  His brows raise briefly, and he shoots John a smile.  

John blush even more, "They...the guild was a little shorthanded but one of the smith show me the basic." He duck his head and rub the back of his neck.

"I can teach you a few more techniques, you got the makin's of a real good goldsmith." Howl says.

John fumble with his right glove.  "I... did this one first, just to make sure the I didn't mess up yours." The ring had a small aquamarine stone in it.  He looks up, eyes wide.  "You...I mean, I never thought about learning it..."

Howl takes John's hand and lifts it to inspect the ring, as usual not flinching or hesitating at the brief contact which triggers a few moments of the Dreaming.  "It's well made.  You did real good."  He gently squeezes John's hand.

****

The moment of Dreaming shows John an image of Howl on a beach in the East, deeply angry or embarrassed about something - but it's impossible to tell what, save for the emotions of shame and anger and humiliation, as sharp as if they were John's feelings instead of Howl's memories.

 ****

John was slightly caught off guard, almost dropping to the ground before slamming his left glove cover hand onto the stone.  He used it to ground himself, as well as the feel on Howl's hand on his right one.  It took him a moment to process what he was Dreaming.  His closed his hand tightly on Howl's, the rainbow of aether shimmering around both their join hand.  "Howl..." unseeing eyes 'look' at him, trying to focus pass those images. "You ok...you didn't get hurt?"  He could hear the others...

Howl grips John's hand more tightly, pulling him to him to steady him instead of letting him fall to the stone.  "John! Y'alright?"

John stumbles a little as he lost the grip on the stone.  His hand closed on fabric.  "I... I’m ok but..."  He swallows, trying to work pass the emotion.  "What happen?  I… there a beach and lots of water."

Howl frowns a little, but steadies John against him, keeping a reassuring hold on his bare hand.  He gives him a comforting smile.  "Just a bad memory from late.  You alright there?"

John could hear far off of someone asking something, though he wasn't sure how or what the question was. "Howl, there's nothing to be angry about.  I'm glad that you're here and safe."  He leans his forehead against Howl's neck, the first beads of sweat dotting his forehead.  "I wish...I was able to help you when it happens."  Even sounded distance, feeling her move against his head.  Kit shook her head, petting John's ear.  'Not from me...' she answers the question about Fairy Dreams from herself to John.

Kit glance at Howl, also looking worry her friend.  'Sofia ok too?'

Howl reaches up to pet Kit's back with a light touch of his index finger, soothing her, then looks back to John.  "You don't seem alright to me... peace!  Did I break you?"

John shook his head, “Just...a little too much and caught off guard."  He lifted his head, eyes still unforces at Howl.  "I think I Dream enough, Howl." he whisper. He forces his grip to relax, allowing Howl to release his hand if he wish.  "You'll have to 'tell' me what happen." he said.

Howl smiles a little embarrassedly, letting go of John's hand as he pulls away - maybe a little reluctantly.  "Just... a bad night at a whiskey bar some weeks ago."

John lean against the stone shakily.  He wipes the sweat from his brow with his left hand before fitting the glove back over his right.  He gave him a pointed look before circling his arms around his neck.  "It's ok, Howl.  Whatever happen...it'll be ok." he whisper.  "Whenever you're ready, you can tell me."

Howl blushes faintly at the sudden embrace, his ears twitching slightly, but he returns John's hug warmly and pats his back gently.  "It weren't nothin' more than that, promise.  It's over now, s'all."

John nods taking Howl's words to heart.  "Now...if you don't mind, I'll sit for a bit until Grindstone starts."  He releases Howl, using the rock to help guild him down into a sitting postion.  "What have you been doing?  I've ask to be place in reserves with the Flames at the moment."

[meandering-mind]

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