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lastvoyages2026-05-01 08:12 pm
modestpurpose) wrote in lastvoyages2026-05-01 08:12 pm
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voice; not long after the portal opens
This is truly fascinating. There appear to be a number of magical fractures spanning the entire--
[Wait. Never mind. This is probably not the time for Hythlodaeus to be overtly intrigued by novel magic.]
I will attempt to lend my aid to reinforcing the integrity of the ship when I have retrieved Mister Torquill. If there is any immediate help I can offer to anyone before I go, please let me know right away.
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Can I count on your assistance when I return? We have no shortage of magic-users here but I would rather the ship didn't break apart under the strain of this phenomenon. John is unfortunately a little indisposed.
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[On his return, Hythlodaeus does not so much climb out of the pond-portal as fall out of it with Simon's scrappy soul slung over one of his shoulders. This in itself isn't alarming, but the sheer amount of blood soaking one side of the man's shirt - entirely down his sleeve and covering his chest - along with much of the fabric being completely shredded, might well be.
He prioritises taking care of Simon first despite his obvious injuries. Only after that, and once he's sure the man is well enough to be left alone, does he do a quick check about the common room and the people there to make sure no one is in immediate need of healing and that nobody has been forgotten about.
His attention turns to other things after that. A steady stream of glowing light - something that those who have seen him perform magic might recognise - flows from his hand and into the Barge's structure, his palm placed gently against one of the walls. He's not trying to make a show, but right here, where the breach is the worst, seems to be the best placed to magically reinforce against the damage that he can see running across the entire ship like spiderweb-cracked glass.
Hythlodaeus can still hold conversations while he's doing this, though he's visibly distracted (and still half-covered in blood, though the wounds have been healed). A couple of hours in, though, he'll start to... sway slightly in place.
There's only so much magic he can put in before it starts impacting him, but he may just need a gentle reminder that he should stop and sit down.]
This is truly fascinating. There appear to be a number of magical fractures spanning the entire--
[Wait. Never mind. This is probably not the time for Hythlodaeus to be overtly intrigued by novel magic.]
I will attempt to lend my aid to reinforcing the integrity of the ship when I have retrieved Mister Torquill. If there is any immediate help I can offer to anyone before I go, please let me know right away.
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Can I count on your assistance when I return? We have no shortage of magic-users here but I would rather the ship didn't break apart under the strain of this phenomenon. John is unfortunately a little indisposed.
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[On his return, Hythlodaeus does not so much climb out of the pond-portal as fall out of it with Simon's scrappy soul slung over one of his shoulders. This in itself isn't alarming, but the sheer amount of blood soaking one side of the man's shirt - entirely down his sleeve and covering his chest - along with much of the fabric being completely shredded, might well be.
He prioritises taking care of Simon first despite his obvious injuries. Only after that, and once he's sure the man is well enough to be left alone, does he do a quick check about the common room and the people there to make sure no one is in immediate need of healing and that nobody has been forgotten about.
His attention turns to other things after that. A steady stream of glowing light - something that those who have seen him perform magic might recognise - flows from his hand and into the Barge's structure, his palm placed gently against one of the walls. He's not trying to make a show, but right here, where the breach is the worst, seems to be the best placed to magically reinforce against the damage that he can see running across the entire ship like spiderweb-cracked glass.
Hythlodaeus can still hold conversations while he's doing this, though he's visibly distracted (and still half-covered in blood, though the wounds have been healed). A couple of hours in, though, he'll start to... sway slightly in place.
There's only so much magic he can put in before it starts impacting him, but he may just need a gentle reminder that he should stop and sit down.]
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Physically Adamantea is just passing through the hallway, looking generally normal, aside from the fact this outfit is fancier than usual and her crystalline extrusions are glowing faintly.]
...the ship will be okay if you take a few hours to rest, y'know? Don't burn yourself out.
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[He doesn't seem to realise he's swaying until he's interrupted, at which point the wall suddenly becomes very valuable real estate as he places his hand flat against it and leans there.]
Oh.
[Hythlodaeus rubs his temple.]
How long has it been?
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Ah.
[Rubbing his face with his free hand.]
I should sit down.
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[She rests a hand on his back lightly, ready to gently direct him towards the closest place to sit if need be.]
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[He will be obediently guided and sit, and leans forwards to push a hand into his hair. His forehead rests against the heel of his hand.]
I should be all right, with a little time. Personal aether is not infinite but it will regenerate.
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[Sue her, she likes healing and restoration.
As she talks she has one hand rested on the wall behind him, the crystalline sections of her arm softly pulsing with magic: her reserves are pretty stupidly huge, even if the rate she feeds it into the Barge is slow and gentle.]
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Spam;
[She had been carefully around the pond and hallway, making sure to help with all sorts of support with those coming back, to checking on the Ghoul.
But she saw his face being pale and gently brought up a magic covered hand.]
Over here gorgeous. I got you.
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I'm all right.
[Sort of. He takes the hint and the glow from his own hand fades out, leaving him resting his shoulder heavily against the wall.]
The damage is... extensive.
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[She offers him her hand, covered in gentle green sparkling magic.]
But I can at least give you a bit of a boost, if you'd like. Or a bridal carry for a nap, maybe, o tall swooning beauty?
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[He does laugh slightly - soft and gentle - at what she says.]
And you still find an opportunity to flatter me, even now. [As he tries to push himself up straight and move away from the wall he wobbles, his head spinning.]
Ugh--
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[She offers a soft laugh, but swoops in, a hand on his lower back, moving to take him firmly around the hips.]
In all seriousness, let's get you to a couch. You look pale.
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[He doesn't really need to lean on her but he won't shoo her away - nothing wrong with physical contact as far as he's concerned - and he will sit down without protest.]
How go the rescue attempts? My own target put up quite the fight, but I was able to get him out quickly.
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later
He thinks he can be excused for taking care with how he appears after that unwelcome rawness. He's grateful for Hythlodaeus' help and it's not as if he blames him for having seen what he did to get him out, but it's not comfortable to dwell upon. So he doesn't. Instead, he goes looking for him.
Hythlodaeus looks more in a break than he does, which is something.
"I'm afraid I've come seeking answers," Simon says, with a smile.
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"Simon! You were supposed to be resting."
Speaking of--... he really should be, and this offers him a good reason to do so, at least. He draws himself up straight with a steadying breath and ignores the way his head spins slightly as he pulls his hand away from the wall and leaves himself unsupported.
"Come, let's sit down," he says, then after a pause: "Preferably quickly, before my strength fails me."
Oop.
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"I have a robust constitution." He can be hurt and even killed, of course, but as a Daoine Sidhe he recovers far more quickly than a human.
"All I really needed was a quick rest and something to eat." He moves to support Hythlodaeus. He's a lot shorter than him, but he's also far stronger than a human so doesn't have any trouble providing support. "I think you could use something too." He starts guiding him towards a seat. "I have a half a sandwich, here. It's slightly squashed, but it should do you some good."
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And a little surprised by the offered support. He's gentle in his acceptance of it, just putting his arm lightly around Simon's shoulders for the short distance before he's able to sit. It's immediately reviving to just be sitting down.
"Indeed it should. My aether will regenerate by itself, but food certainly doesn't hurt."
He could pull it in from the space around him but, given the current circumstances, would prefer not to do that.
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He's always been good at not thinking about what he doesn't want to, anyway.
Simon produces both half a sandwich and an apple, which he polishes on his shirt before offering them both. "Ham and cheese, so I apologize if you don't eat meat." When you deal with blood magic, it's useful to keep the ingredients for an easy meal close to hand.
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He will accept the offered food gratefully, starting on the sandwich first. It's not much, but food does offer a bolster to flagging aether reserves even if it's not the most efficient way to go about things. After he swallows his first mouthful, he tilts his head with another smile.
"Now, you had questions."
Since he's sitting, he can definitely manage a conversation.
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when I forgot what I said in my last tag, smh
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[voice; private]
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[There's a nod, unseen though it is, and then Lahabrea lets the conversation end.
It's only later, once he manages to return his own inmate to the Barge - and not without some difficulty - that he returns to the matter for which Hythlodaeus has asked his assistance, coming across Hythlodaeus shortly after the strain of his efforts has begun to become apparent.]
Rest. I can take over matters here for a time.
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[At some point he lost track of the time. Several bells could have passed since he began his attempts to patch the Barge up from the inside and he's listing slightly as he looks up and blinks at the older man.]
Ah-- yes. Thank you.
[Hythlodaeus blinks, a little blearily, and pulls his hand away from the wall.]
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Are you aware of others who might be similarly able to assist in this matter?
[He knows of others who can use magic, yes. But he has not made a particularly thorough effort to categorize all who might be able to.]
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[His lips quirk in a mischievous smile.]
I know of some, and they have indeed been engaged in similar endeavours.
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