#ilani

[awritingcaitlin]

Find the Word

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

My words: work, scan, energy, time

Tagging: @juls-writes, @oh-no-another-idea, @runeseaks, @nanashi23, and @circa-specturgia (no pressure!)

Your words: snap, short, sit, stop, still

We're gonna do snippets from Siege under the cut!

🔥WORK

Ilani nodded at Captain Cherrybrick, who placed a briefcase of their own on the pedestal by the vial. With a snap, Cherrybrick released the catches and opened the case to reveal six dull, silvery metal bars. “Six ounces of ninety-nine-point eight percent pure palladium, courtesy of Varloc, Dragon of the Forge,” Ilani said. A searing light shone over the bars as the Envoy slowly passed his hand over them. “We find this medium acceptable for the exchange,” he replied when finished. “Please pass my compliments to Varloc for this excellent work.” With that, the briefcase shut seemingly of its own accord and deftly flew to the hand of the Thadan who had been waiting empty-handed. The other briefcase similarly left the hand of the Thadan to the Envoy’s right and settled itself on the pedestal.

🔍SCAN

Her companion was also an elf. His brown hair was short, and his eyes narrow as he continuously scanned the room. The person he was looking for, be it Riela or Rinnie, was nowhere in his sight yet. He had a staff propped up against his seat, but Riela would honestly be surprised if he didn’t have other hidden weapons. They were sitting calmly at a table, having joined a game of cards. Riela noted with a grimace that it was one of her tables. Not that it mattered, she wouldn’t be waiting it for long. And not because she’d pawn it off to Sean either. “I see they want us to pull our weapons first,” Nathaniel observed.

✨ENERGY

Rinnie needed to put a stop to the Priestess, more than anything. It would involve hurting people. It would involve putting herself out there with guns and the Teyrae Kyndagr. You have the power to stop them… A surge of confidence swelled through Rinnie and she stood up straight. Her breathing grew easier and she nodded, more to herself than anything. Then she stalked out of the kitchen, the energy around her fingertips surging, waiting to be used.

🔪TIME

She ducked out of the way and scrambled backwards, trying not to get herself in the way of Hestia again. The cleric, however, seemed to be preoccupied with Rinnie. Riela reached for one of her knives, only to find an empty sheath. She’d lost the first when Hestia had tossed it to the ground. The second was still in that bastard’s stomach. She hadn’t had time to grab it back. Her third knife was not going to be easy to get to, so she grabbed a plate of potatoes off a still-standing table and threw it at the terrorist. He dodged it deftly and kept coming at her. He swung the baton down at her and she only barely escaped the motion. Unnecessarily, her instincts reminded her that if that hit her, she’d be incapacitated.

[thebisexualmandalorian]

Ilani Beren, she/her (Star Wars) | Jake Fox, he/him (Resident Evil)

Celia Forêt, she/her (FFXV) | Aesta Impes, any (FFXV)

I was tagged by @chocobothis to make some of my OCs with this picrew!

Tagging anyone who wants to!

[wandaluvstacos]

Mardi and Ilani from The Halfwife.

[the-scorpion-strike]

To the Matoran of Bota Nui, Ilani's something of an enigma. A solitary hunter on the plains of Su-Wahi, the only part of the 'civilized' world that she regularly interacts with is Su-Nuva, which is little more than an outback trading post. Yet she's also got a taste for rather fine clothing as a symbol of wealth and status, kept in impeccable condition in spite of her rough-and-tumble lifestyle. And that's only the start; physically, there's always been something off in appearance about the Vo-Matoran turned Toa of Lightning; an unusually large mouth and toothy grin, a significantly stronger physique than that of a normally lithe Vo-Matoran, and some swear that they've seen her armor change color... Ilani has done much to keep her true identity a secret; she never was a Vo-Matoran and now isn't a Toa of Lightning either, and in the eyes of many probably wouldn't even be a Matoran or Toa at all if they knew the truth. Ilani's design is, in fact, half-Skakdi, and her element is Light. The Skakdi and Matoran were never really on friendly terms back on Spherus Magna, and there's no other Av-Matoran at all on Bota Nui; past experience had already caused Ilani to mark herself as an outcast, and post-transport she's taken care to avoid unnecessary contact with the rest of the Matoran as much as possible. This made her the only one of the 'chosen' Matoran on Bota Nui who actively didn't want to become a Toa at all, who wanted to avoid the spotlight as much as possible, but at the same time she was pretty much the only Matoran available who had any combat training and experience in handling a weapon; much as she hates it, this team needs her, and to that end she was effectively blackmailed into to becoming a Toa. Though her skill and ferocity make her a very dangerous and very valuable fighter, she's not sure how much longer she can keep her identity a secret, especially when her elemental powers, which she has been careful not to use too much, don't really resemble Lightning at all to anyone in the know about the Lightning. Instead, she's relying on her swords (now effectively lightsabers, though she's passed them off as 'lightning blades' for now) and a wide assortment of throwing knives whose effectiveness is greatly enhanced by her Kanohi Sanok. Through it all, she's keeping up a confident, stoic facade occasionally punctuated by sarcastic commentary and grudgingly trains the other Toa in the art of combat; the way she sees it, the stronger the team, the faster they'll solve the crisis at hand. When that day comes, she'll at last be free to leave Matoran society behind again...

[awritingcaitlin]

🔥Proud-of Line Tag🔥

@oh-no-another-idea tagged me for this ages ago and it sat in my drafts because I couldn't think of a singular line I was proud of. (As in, line by itself.)

Then this one happened 😊 I said it out-loud when describing the scene to my co-writer and liked the dialogue so much I replaced what was originally there.

“Tell me to stop healing my daughter again,” Ilani said icily. “I dare you.”

No-Pressure Tagging: @aziz-reads, @sam-glade, @kashacreates, @synobun, and @aowna ✨

[awritingcaitlin]

Heads Up Seven Up

Tagged by @turnips-creates for this. Have some stuff I wrote for a writing trade feat. Roderick and Ilani under the cut!

Tagging: @synobun, @tananaphone, @carrotblr, @botanistweak, @elizmanderson, @jess-p-edits, @legiomiam (no pressure)

“You seem lost in thought,” Roderick mused.

Ilani realized she was tapping her right forefinger to her chin. She shifted and ran a hand through her hair.

“I was…” she paused, considering her words. She needed to put the picture in her brain into a sentence. “Looking at the…” She signed ‘look’ and then pointed to the orchids in front of her. “The colors. They’re a beautiful purple!” Signs for ‘color’, ‘beautiful’, and ‘purple’ left her hands as well, followed by ‘want’ and ‘paint’. “I want to paint them.”

[awritingcaitlin]

🔥Find the Word Tag Game

Open tag from @aziz-reads for the words Laugh, Nothing, Answer, and Light

Tagging: @elizmanderson, @jess-p-edits, @legiomiam, @pinespittinink, and @bebewrites for the words: might, wonder, dying, open, and crack

No pressure though!!!

Snippets from TBW rewrite under the cut!

🔮Laugh

“Do you know where you might be posting after Berthingtonn?” Ilani asked.

Rinnie shrugged. “I want to come back to Himmelmauer. And I wouldn’t mind Berthingtonn, but I probably won’t get that lucky.”

“You do always bloom where you’re planted.”

“Hey, you’re an oracle. Why are you asking me this question?”

Ilani smiled vacantly. “To be honest, Rin, I haven’t seen anything to indicate your next post. So, I’m asking like a normal mother.”

Rinnie laughed. “I wouldn’t know what to do with a normal mother.”

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🔪Nothing

Riela chewed the inside of her lip, wondering if there was a way out of this encounter that didn’t end with the cleric beaten to unconsciousness and her companion in the Guard Morgue. She had nothing to add to the conversation. Her hair was stick straight unless she used an iron or rollers. She needed to say something excusing her and Janna without making it obvious how she wanted to do nothing else but to release her hate on them and then run all the way back to the Tom. Her arms were covered in gooseflesh, and she thanked the gods she was wearing long sleeves. Those hid two more slim knives.

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🥈Answer

“I’m dying to know,” Rinnie said. “Who’d you piss off to get on my guard detail?”

Taryn smiled mischievously. Technically, it hadn’t quite shaken out like that, but there were reasons Taryn had been picked over others. “Punishment for outshooting the Marines,” she answered, giving the reason that would likely interest her charge the most.

“Do tell!” Rinnie encouraged.

“So I went to the pistol and rifle competition in Himmelmauer a few months ago…”

Rinnie nodded enthusiastically.

“I got the silver medal.”

Rinnie’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s dope.”

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⭐Light

Sometime later, she awoke to someone gently shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes to the dim light in the lounge.

Taryn stood over Rinnie, a bemused smile on her face.

“You know, I considered letting you sleep here until you woke up, but you’ll probably mess up your neck.”

Rinnie sat up straighter. The sentiment was mildly endearing. She rolled her neck from side to side, eliciting a couple of cracks.

[awritingcaitlin]

✨Find the Word🔥

Thank you @tananaphone for the tag! My words are: Scream, Forgot, Infinite, Warm, Blood

Tagging: @legiomiam, @carrotblr, @saphoblin, @bebewrites, and @mjjune for the words: shoot, smirk, space, spot, sweet

Snippets are from The Brewing War under the cut ✨

CW: Blood, gore, violence for SCREAM and BLOOD

❗SCREAM❗

Bullets from multiple directions struck the shield. Taryn swore and aimed her gun up, looking for who was shooting. The shield broke and Rinnie collapsed on the ground, exhausted and pained. She knelt on the cobblestones, her vision hazy. Kanjo and Ilani fell next to her. It took her an extra second to recognize the blood on Ilani’s back.

“Frechit-nayn!” she screamed. “Mom!”

Kanjo gripped his shoulder and she saw the blood there too.

“Don’t worry about me, Rin,” he coughed.

“Shield,” Rinnie cried. “Now!” She scrambled to Ilani, a second wind fueled by adrenaline hitting her.

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⚔FORGOT⚔

“All right, Captain,” Adler said. “You against me. Let’s see what all you remember.”

Killian smirked and he looked so much like the actual Captain that Adler almost forgot he lacked eight years of memories.

They faced off, swords barely touching at the tips. They bowed their heads and Adler launched into motion. This time Killian didn’t move an inch, and the rush that Adler expected, but not met, overextended him just outside Killian’s reach. Not a good position.

At the top of his vision, Adler saw Killian’s feet shift, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Adler recoiled out of the way of a precise downward thrust that almost ended the match in one expert move.  

Dummy, Adler chided himself. Killian was injured and would fight much more conservatively. Adler backed up a foot, looking for a weakness. Killian was favoring and protecting his left leg. Which would make his reactions slower on that side. Adler would have to out-turn him in that direction.

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⬛INFINITE⬛

He was not in the bar. He was in some space of infinite blackness only illuminated by a woman floating in front of him. She was not the woman he’d just killed.

“Killian,” she said.

“Not for all the whiskey in the city,” Killian said reflexively.

The woman laughed. “You have no choice in the matter. You belong to me now. If you submit, you may continue to live. Not everyone gets this offer.”

“I like my mind the way it is. Mine,” Killian replied.

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🩸BLOOD🩸

Taryn reached Rinnie. A proud elf would say it was her determination. Taryn knew it was luck.

The circle Rinnie’d been in was wrecked: scorched floor, obliterated cushions, and no one was conscious. Taryn got to Rinnie and rolled her onto her back. The burns on Rinnie’s chest, arms, and face were bright red and already blistering in spots, grotesquely distorting several tattoos. Taryn fought down bile at the sight of the blood.

Rinnie moaned and Taryn let out a long breath.

“I’m getting us out of here.”

She looked around, putting together the next part of her plan. She’d gotten to Rinnie. Now she needed to get Rinnie out.

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🍚WARM🍚

“Can I have some food?”

“Sure thing, sweetie,” Roderick said, standing up. “What do you want me to get for you?”

“Some grilled fish?” Rinnie asked. “A steak? A bucket of ice cream? A bowl of rice?”

Roderick laughed, a warming sound. “I’ll see what I can drum up.”