#jainus

[ask-another-cringey-fantroll]

[Another night, another party, this one much less seperated then the last. Which is how Destal found himself draped across the arm of everyone’s favorite clown. It probably looked flirtatious, but he and Medusa both knew damn well he was semi-drunkenly explaining how her moirail keeps cheating at jenga.] ~arcane-trolls

[Medusa was very drunkenly listening.]

(but bRO how the FUCK do you cheat at JENGA(

@arcane-trolls

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Jainus - Record of Agarest War 2

[ask-another-cringey-fantroll]

Yo Jainus how are you getting along with Jackel?

.If I had to de5cribe Jackel in a word, it would be...fru5trating. .Fortunately, he i5 ea5y to redirect.

[Jainus seems to have taken up the role of receptionist, having organized the various paper records of the clinic. There is a tally on the wall behind her that reads "10 DAYS WITHOUT VORRAI'S FRIENDS GETTING INJURED.]

@arcane-trolls

[nys-allusions]

Response to Ebontide

Anysti sat with her head on her knees, watching her mother sleep. It pained her deep in her spirit to see her mother's hands so wounded, when it was her only tool left to "see". She was exhausted herself, as she tried to pull on her own blood magic, but she was unsure how to use it to heal. Her instruction never went that far...

A soft exhale, then she stood up and stretched. The wound above her eye still gave her slight fits, but it was healing rapidly. She supposed that was the gift of the Blood Magic to herself. It would leave a nasty scar and she was unsure if she would be able to see out of her left eye again. Only time would tell. 

She needed out; she needed the sea. Duty bound her here, though, and willingly. Reaching out with a light touch, her fingers grazed her mother's brow. "I'll be back, Mum. Just going ta get some air." Her mother did not stir in her healing sleep, which was just as well. 

Passing the table on her way out the door, she stopped and picked up the message she found on the wooden surface. Her brow furrowed as she looked around, unsure who had left it there. Tearing it open, she read through the contents quickly, then a second time much more slowly.

Tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks before she turned and slumped her back against the table. She was relieved that Jainus' fate was safe with his crew and it took a heavy burden off of her heart. The thought of losing the last remaining members of her family tore her apart with grief, and this... this message filled her with a strength she did not know she had. Her fist came into the air and she said, "See? You can't keep us down!" 

Now to find out Danzo's fate... 

[nys-allusions]

From Jainus

From Jainus…

I miss her. More than I should. I feel like I am breaking my code, loving her like I do. She was married..still is married to my brother and still my heart aches more than I thought possible. And when Aefar told me of what transpired, I thought I would lose my mind. How long I spent in my silent rage I do not know. It must have been a great deal from how the crew looked at me as I stalked the deck like some dark shadow. I didn’t want to feel at all, wanted to loose myself in the silence of the sea yet I could not. My own fault, not being there when she needed me the most. All I know is that I have to try to contact her, hear from her own lips about what happened. And maybe hear Drake’s voice again. Knowing he still exists somewhere would be a great comfort. So much going on in my mind right now. But one thing is certain. I go soon to peel back the veil. I need to know..

[nys-allusions]

The Logs of Jainus

(Written by the player of Jainus Jul.)

I am not sure how long I stared at the painting, nor was I really sure that I cared about the time spent. She came through for me, showing me a view of myself that I never really saw before. Part of me wanted to drop to my knees, to give in to the emotion that I felt. And a part of me wanted to reach out and touch the canvas, a lost effort to cling to a moment in time. The Grove..

I had only been there a couple of times. It had a beauty that perhaps I could have grown to love almost as much as I do the sea. And while I shared a drink with Nys as she introduced me to new acquaintances, I found myself starting to relax a little, perhaps to be a little less distant. But even that was not enough. When she leaned against me.. I so much wanted to embrace her. For one small moment I knew what peace must feel like.

[nys-allusions]

From the logs of Jainus Jul.

Written by the player of Jainus Jul.)

This is my place of solitude, my own private spot where I come to simply be.  It must have been important at one time, well important enough to build a small dock as well as a small but sturdy boat to keep. Perhaps its use was as I use it now, to provide a place of centering when the weight of the world comes down on you and all you need is a bit of space to come to terms with. I have not shared this spot with anyone. Oh I have had dreams of sharing it with someone. But sadly I fear that any chance of that has come and gone with the tides of the ocean waves. To be Captain this soon was a bit of a shock, though not as bad as holding the title of the Black for a brief time. Oh I know it has always been in my blood, just did not think it would be this soon. The crew, both alive and not, they look to me for guidance.

Thankfully I have my fathers skill to fall back on when needed to help when my own skills do not. I want what is best for my ship and my crew, yet I feel that gnawing sense of lonliness that is hard to put into words pulling at me. I am not like most. I cannot simply have companionship without some sort of connection. There has to be a sense of mutual need for me to share my bed. The last time I had that connection damn near ended my life and cost me my favorite pair of boots. I often find myself looking up in the direction of the Reach, wondering what ever happened to her. Wondering if her husband truly understood the rare treasure he had?

 As for the only other woman that holds my thoughts.. well, it is a bit complicated. But then again it would not be my life if it were not. So I stand here on the small little dock and I think and wonder. Perhaps someday I will not be alone the next time I visit.

[nys-allusions]

More musings from the mind of Jainus Jul.

(Written by the player of Jainus Jul.)

“It is hard to describe just how my craft makes me feel. I know some look upon my kind with a bit of disgust, thinking our ways serve only to keep Zhaitan’s power alive. Far from it. To know thy enemy you must know what he is, what he can do. Learning his power and using it against him is only one of the reasons that I do what I do.

Because of what I am, I can still know the wisdom of my father, know the laughter of the crew of my ship even though thier physical bodies are long gone. I can see through their eyes, know their wants and needs far more deeply than anyone.

The crew of the Ilya’s Dagger are as alive to me now as they were before they were taken from us over two years ago. And while they are not here in the physical sense, thier presence is still felt. I guess you could say I am captain of a ghost ship… and honestly I am alright with that.”