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deercountry2022-05-08 06:26 am
psychopepsquad) wrote in deercountry2022-05-08 06:26 am
Blessed Day [Open]
Who: Tara Maclay and OPEN
What: Dealing with her Blessed Day
When: May 7
Where: The Sanctuary Courtyard, the Gardens
Content Warnings: Talk of death, numbness and grief.
The Sanctuary
[Seated in front of the guardian sapling, Tara managed to connect her energy to the earth and everything beneath. It was risky, possibly drawing in darker forces than her magic ever allowed. The puzzle of it, was finding the pure energy and weeding out the bad. She liked the challenge, it kept her occupied and pressed her to have more active control over her abilities. This place largely had good energy, what she had been searching for.
There were flashes of memory, even as she tried to put everything else from her mind. 'Your shirt'. A "POP", a sudden sting and then nothing. Endless peace, comfort, and rest.
Tara sighed, severing the connection to the earth. She pressed her gloved hands to her eyes, well aware that meditation wasn't happening today of all days. Though she had no idea what any of it meant. Blessed day. What exactly was supposed to happen or what was she supposed to feel? At the moment, she felt numb, not really feeling "blessed" on her death day.
She noticed a figure from the corner of her eye and forced a smile to her face, getting to her feet.]
Are you here to see the grounds or are you here for help?
The Gardens
[Bausphomette. They were the most honest and empathetic of the Pthumerians, though why she had never reached out to them, she couldn't say. Maybe because it was an effort to figure it out, along with so much else in this place. She had been here for half a year, but still never spoke to her Pthumerian Patron. It occupied her as she tried to remember if someone had told her before, leaving her restless.
She likely looked like she was lost, pacing back and forth around the grounds.
Summoning was easier in Sunnydale, here, did it require blood or something?
There were others here, though she didn't pay much attention to them at first. Some came, others went, it just meant there were figures in the park. It was only when someone came directly in her path that she pulled out of her daze, fumbling to smile.]
S...sorry, am I in your way?
What: Dealing with her Blessed Day
When: May 7
Where: The Sanctuary Courtyard, the Gardens
Content Warnings: Talk of death, numbness and grief.
The Sanctuary
[Seated in front of the guardian sapling, Tara managed to connect her energy to the earth and everything beneath. It was risky, possibly drawing in darker forces than her magic ever allowed. The puzzle of it, was finding the pure energy and weeding out the bad. She liked the challenge, it kept her occupied and pressed her to have more active control over her abilities. This place largely had good energy, what she had been searching for.
There were flashes of memory, even as she tried to put everything else from her mind. 'Your shirt'. A "POP", a sudden sting and then nothing. Endless peace, comfort, and rest.
Tara sighed, severing the connection to the earth. She pressed her gloved hands to her eyes, well aware that meditation wasn't happening today of all days. Though she had no idea what any of it meant. Blessed day. What exactly was supposed to happen or what was she supposed to feel? At the moment, she felt numb, not really feeling "blessed" on her death day.
She noticed a figure from the corner of her eye and forced a smile to her face, getting to her feet.]
Are you here to see the grounds or are you here for help?
The Gardens
[Bausphomette. They were the most honest and empathetic of the Pthumerians, though why she had never reached out to them, she couldn't say. Maybe because it was an effort to figure it out, along with so much else in this place. She had been here for half a year, but still never spoke to her Pthumerian Patron. It occupied her as she tried to remember if someone had told her before, leaving her restless.
She likely looked like she was lost, pacing back and forth around the grounds.
Summoning was easier in Sunnydale, here, did it require blood or something?
There were others here, though she didn't pay much attention to them at first. Some came, others went, it just meant there were figures in the park. It was only when someone came directly in her path that she pulled out of her daze, fumbling to smile.]
S...sorry, am I in your way?
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She shrugs, trying for aloof.]
I guess. [Does it matter anymore?] I never really felt that back in our world. Like the world rested on my shoulders. It was weird hearing them talk about it. About the burdens of being... someone who matters, I guess.
But uh, no, don't think it's dangerous.
[She gives Tara a sidelong glance at that, a flicker of empathy and understanding.]
My... mom got gifts sometimes. When she remembered my birthday, anyway. [She smiles, bittersweet.] When I was a kid, I kept begging her to get me a dog. Don't know why, really. Think I was just lonely.
[She knows exactly why.]
Doesn't matter much, I guess. Our families are either dead or they sucked or both. So we can make our own traditions, y'know?
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It's interesting to hear Faith talk about her feelings towards her destiny. In a way, it makes sense. Why would she feel she has the weight of the world on her shoulders? She was never the only Slayer in the way that Buffy was. There was always the sense that there was someone else, taking the burden off of her.
It's a bit sad in a way, reminding Tara a little of herself. While there was never a "chosen one" sense going on, Tara felt sidelined by Willow's powers and strength. Knowing there was someone more determined, more powerful, it could lead someone to feel like they shouldn't bother.]
I've always been a bit afraid of dogs. Having an animal is nice though. I was raised on a farm, so I had a horse. She was pretty much my only companion. You know, after my mom died.
Yeah and our own traditions can be better.