#jamie 006.

[adrianvoll]

starter for @jamieprice, @vuldak-juneau.

where: aurelia, queenset isles

when: current timeline

note: reuniiioooon

As soon as Jamie mentioned Juneau was still alive, Adrian hardly asked any questions. If the strigoi had allowed it be mentioned at all, it was an indicator that Jamie indeed felt strongly about Juneau's scent and thus her tenacity to have endured. The girl who seemed to have cheated death twice - thrice if one reminded themselves of what it took for her to be a vuldak - Adrian had to figure the Fates were indeed laughing at them from afar.

They'd no rations, hadn't found a water source on their trek, but still Adrian continued behind Jamie, the strigoi only a few steps ahead of the witch. A massive, jagged mountain peak seemed to divide one bit of shore from the other and there'd been concerns from Adrian if it was even possible to cross over or around. If he had to dip into the water again, he'd probably not resurface, but Adrian tried not to think of that now as they walked along. Bits of rock already jutted out from the earth the closer they trekked to the ascent of the mountain; it was clear this island was hardly charted as no paths were carved into the peak - at least from where they were standing.

It'd been a few hours since they began and though Adrian would push himself past certain limitations if it meant locating Juneau sooner.. He realized his threshold was smaller now after being battered by the sea, tossed into it from a literal explosion and finally, at the base of this massive mountain, Adrian called ahead to pause, "Think we're any closer to her?" He'd never been sure how this whole sensitivity to scent worked for a strigoi.

[adrianvoll]

starter for @jamieprice.

where: i'm on an island

when: current sad times (troupe 3: haven)

note: a bare shoulderblade for our troubles!

Adrian had watched the liberation unfold, his magic had felt inflamed within the a'dam, some sense of an identity crisis. It'd been built back brick by brick from the Road, when he'd been cleaved and found difficulty in grasping such hollowness, of being without. Entrapped by the a'dam, however, it was an entirely different numbness, bleak and unsure, Adrian had forged countless weapons for Jharro. Meaning and purpose were lost within the cruelty of the Kossith and even now, Adrian's hands remained blistered and calloused from the hours within the Kossathi forge.

Within his mangled palms was the sword created for the sul'dam, cradled in Adrian's hands currently; one that was left outside Adrian's cell as some cruel branding iron. It now served as liberation, dried Kossathi blood on the blade, but Adrian held it in his hands all the same as though it'd been forged for more than this and such purpose was proved in the fact that it had survived being tossed around the ocean alongside Adrian.

His lips chapped, stomach growling, Adrian simply sat and quietly hoped Alrik would return soon. He was half certain the other had gotten turned around, or further lost in the dense bed of trees that resided off the shore, but Adrian stood tall, sword in hand as rustling was heard to the left of him. His spellscar surged, though Adrian was weak he'd defend himself to the death if he must. The sorcerer stopped however at the sight of who emerged into the clearing of the shore; their bond had been broken ever since their capture, and Adrian had no way to sense his arrival. The sorcerer ran towards Jamie, flinging the sword to the sand at the mere sight of the strigoi in complete disbelief. How much Death could they face? How much could they be allowed to come back from? Before Jamie could protest, Adrian is flinging his arms around him and squeezing the air out of the strigoi as if Jamie even needed it.