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deercountry2022-05-07 11:47 am
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[Open] Long and Weary
Who: D, his Left Hand, and anyone
What: D arrives and wanders around and behaves strangely.
When: Early May
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: None in the prompts, will be added to subject lines as needed
Just after arriving in town for the first time
Outwardly, D was perfectly calm and collected despite having just washed up on a beach as a squid. He was dressed in his familiar hat and heavily patched great coat, his sword on his back and his blue pendant around his neck.
There was no sign that this was anything other than an ordinary day for him, except perhaps the fact that he was carrying a saddle and attached saddlebag over his left shoulder. That, and every now and then the fingers of his left hand would twitch.
While looking for somewhere suitable to store the saddle for which he had no use and to claim as a place to stay, a strange noise came from the vicinity of his hand and the saddle slipped from his grasp. Rather than immediately pick up the saddle, D flexed the ungloved fingers of his left hand and squeezed his hand into a tight fist a few times.
Watching the rain around town, a couple days after arriving
D had been around the city, but mostly kept out of plain view, visible often only as a dark figure blending in with the shadow of whatever was near. He wore his normal dark clothing, but now the robe he'd been given when he arrived was worn outside the heavy coat, and still wearing a glove only on his right hand.
Reassured of his self control, D ventured into areas with more people. He found unobtrusive places around more populated areas of the city to stand and observe, seemingly paying attention only to the rain. None of myriad of insects present throughout the city would come within a few feet of him. When they drew too close, they would suddenly decide to fly very quickly away from him.
When the rain was finished, D would move on to find another location to observe, but his steps caused not even a slight ripple when he stepped on a puddle.
Practice makes perfect, in a deserted, previously quiet alleyway
Even the slight changes in this existence were enough to have D test out his abilities and test the thousands of years he'd honed his skill and precision. D was still cautious and alert; he wasn't going to practice while anyone was watching. His senses were acute enough to catch the faint sounds of footsteps, or breathing, or even a heartbeat approaching over the soft sound of fracturing stone that echoed through the evening air.
D wasn't going to let people stop, but he also wasn't going to flee, either. Anyone who followed the sound of stone breaking, sharp but not too loud, would find D still in the location he'd chosen for his practice. He was calm and unmoving, his attention on a large block of quarried stone which had once likely been part of a larger structure.
The surface of the stone was no longer even, rough-hewn wooden needles protruding at various lengths and with cracks radiating out. They formed a grid pattern so unnervingly precise from center to center of each needle that they could have been used for measurement.
What: D arrives and wanders around and behaves strangely.
When: Early May
Where: Various places.
Content Warnings:: None in the prompts, will be added to subject lines as needed
Just after arriving in town for the first time
Outwardly, D was perfectly calm and collected despite having just washed up on a beach as a squid. He was dressed in his familiar hat and heavily patched great coat, his sword on his back and his blue pendant around his neck.
There was no sign that this was anything other than an ordinary day for him, except perhaps the fact that he was carrying a saddle and attached saddlebag over his left shoulder. That, and every now and then the fingers of his left hand would twitch.
While looking for somewhere suitable to store the saddle for which he had no use and to claim as a place to stay, a strange noise came from the vicinity of his hand and the saddle slipped from his grasp. Rather than immediately pick up the saddle, D flexed the ungloved fingers of his left hand and squeezed his hand into a tight fist a few times.
Watching the rain around town, a couple days after arriving
D had been around the city, but mostly kept out of plain view, visible often only as a dark figure blending in with the shadow of whatever was near. He wore his normal dark clothing, but now the robe he'd been given when he arrived was worn outside the heavy coat, and still wearing a glove only on his right hand.
Reassured of his self control, D ventured into areas with more people. He found unobtrusive places around more populated areas of the city to stand and observe, seemingly paying attention only to the rain. None of myriad of insects present throughout the city would come within a few feet of him. When they drew too close, they would suddenly decide to fly very quickly away from him.
When the rain was finished, D would move on to find another location to observe, but his steps caused not even a slight ripple when he stepped on a puddle.
Practice makes perfect, in a deserted, previously quiet alleyway
Even the slight changes in this existence were enough to have D test out his abilities and test the thousands of years he'd honed his skill and precision. D was still cautious and alert; he wasn't going to practice while anyone was watching. His senses were acute enough to catch the faint sounds of footsteps, or breathing, or even a heartbeat approaching over the soft sound of fracturing stone that echoed through the evening air.
D wasn't going to let people stop, but he also wasn't going to flee, either. Anyone who followed the sound of stone breaking, sharp but not too loud, would find D still in the location he'd chosen for his practice. He was calm and unmoving, his attention on a large block of quarried stone which had once likely been part of a larger structure.
The surface of the stone was no longer even, rough-hewn wooden needles protruding at various lengths and with cracks radiating out. They formed a grid pattern so unnervingly precise from center to center of each needle that they could have been used for measurement.
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"I'm D." He said simply after she held out the orb of fire and introduced herself. He didn't introduce his 'friend' as he held up his left hand, palm facing Sharon.
There was an ugly lump on the middle of the palm of his left hand, and an even uglier face on it, dark eyes and a misshapen nose. A mouth full of mismatched and missing teeth.
"And I'm Left Hand. You're a saint, Sharon." The little face said, giving her a smile before it opened its mouth. The wind whipped up suddenly with a loud whooshing noise as large volumes of air were sucked into the tiny mouth. The fire was sucked in as well, the sphere stretching and contorting into a line as it was pulled in.
It was over in just a few moments, leaving them both windblown and any small debris around them blown around. Curiously, the face seemed to be chewing noisily for a moment, faint hints of eerie purple light visible behind its lips.
"Mmmm... tastes a little like blood, but like the blood part of blood rather than the water part of blood. But with such a lovely spherical presentation I give it ten out of ten, my compliments to the chef."
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As Left Hand finished, Sharon blew strands of her mussed hair from her face, more surprised at the display than his actual appearance. He really did eat the fire, even chewing.
"Compliments like that will get you everywhere with me, Leftie." She practically beamed. She liked to be useful. She liked that she even could be. "You two can just shoot me a text if you ever need more. Fire or enhanced needles."
She sucked in a breath and then just blurted out her next words. "Okay, you can totally tell me to fuck off if I'm being too nosy, but... are you two like conjoined twins?"
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"I wasn't born with him. He's a parasite," D explained.
That made the face scrunch up before it spoke again. "Semantics. I'm more of a partner than a leech." Left Hand said, chuckling at what he viewed as a good joke. "And if you need help you can give D a call. Unless it's picking out clothes. Don't trust him with that."
That little joke at his expense, or perhaps the offer made on his behalf, had D curling the fingers of his left hand in slightly. A warning and reminder that he could and would make a fist if the face in his hand got too mouthy.
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Her grin dimmed. She should really learn to not just blurt out her first thoughts.
"Oh, come on, D's got the kind of fashion sense that fits in with this place. All dark and gloomy." She dragged her blue eyes from Left Hand's squinted ones to D's, tone full of assurance. "But don't worry, I won't call if I need help. I'm not helpless. Plus, I know my guardian is out there somewhere. If I ever get into real trouble, he'll find me."
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"Needing help doesn't make you helpless. If you need it, you should ask. If you don't need it, then don't ask." Great motivational words of wisdom from D, but he did respect a choice to stand on her own. The reassurance that some mysterious guardian would come to rescue her was less positive in his eyes, but it was possible she was entirely correct.