#sinbad;;

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In great contrast with the liveliness of the first two nights, the third is a very solemn affair. It’s remarkable how silent and calm the procession is, aside from a few hiccups here and there on the route to the water. Despite the size of the crowd, only murmurs seem to hang over them.

Ja’far himself spends the walk in relative silence. He holds the two boats delicately against his chest, eyes trained forward. The only time his gaze shifts is to glance at the taller man beside him, checking to make sure Sinbad’s gaze isn’t too distant or turned entirely inward.

Stranded far from home, this event is the closest either of them can get to the tradition visiting the memorial of Sindria, and both of them agreed to take part for that very reason. It’s far from being the same; none of the other generals are there nor can they look out over their own country for any comfort. But it’s something.

Finally the parade reaches the bay and the multitude disperses far and wide over the beach. Ja’far watches for a moment, before turning to his friend with what he hopes is a reassuring smile. This sort of thing... he knows Sin can start drowning in his own thoughts and the painful memories of that day. Soflty he tugs at the other’s sleeve, trying to get his attention. 

“Are we ready to set them afloat?”

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Reuniting Battle

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Breathe in. Slice. Leap. Breathe out.

It’s been a while since Ja’far has seen this much combat; it feels as though an eternity has passed since his arrival and shortly after, the arrival of the mass of monsters. They swirl endlessly violently outside of the designated safe areas, and Ja’far has found a rhythm fighting, aiding, searching. All sounds seem muffled, far away in comparison to his breathing and heartbeat. The strangled and ever growing frustration and desperation he feels, however threatens to spill forth from his mouth as the moments pass.

His vessel works. It’s a saving grace in a battle this vast, but it’s no longer consistent. More than once has his wire been sent out to twist around and bite a foe before the electricity suddenly sputters out and falls short of the target. It’s concerning, considering its supposed source of power.

Is Sin still near by? Is he safe? The adviser checks every expression and display of grand power and might that he can see and reach, but so far none of them have been his king or anyone he knows. Suddenly a gigantic flash and pillar of lighting strike relatively close. There. Another one to investigate. As Thunder quakes the ground, Ja’far lifts off with a powerful leap towards the source. 

This time his efforts searching are rewarded.

A figure in the sky commanding a large sword and lightning itself, reflects light off of blue scales- Ja’far can see a familiar dragon tail as he approached quickly from the rear.

“Behind you, the flank!”

It is him, and just as he sees the other’s head turning he also sees the djinn form flicker and start to fade from around his King’s person. Shit.

“Sin!”

Ja’far doesn’t give the action a second thought beyond ‘ah, this will be unpleasant’ as he bursts forward, springing off of one of the monsters’s heads, daggers momentarily left hanging on his wrists and arms so his hands are free to reach out.