Possessive Update

Log Info

• Title: Possessive Update
• Emitter: Aryia
• Characters: Aryia, Aya
• Place: Festival Grounds
• Time: January 29, 2023
• Summary: Aya fills in Aryia with their Hunt and its development.

Festival Grounds, Midday

Another grey, cold, damp day. It's just above freezing, making the ground muddy and wet, but chilly enough to keep the snow and ice around. The Festival grounds were not safe from such marsh, as most of the people that linger around the area are absent, and the ground disturbed from early morning cavalry training from the city.

A scarred mul'neissa woman, making her rounds in her daily jog, slows to a stop as she spies the muddied and ruined soil. A sigh escapes her, and she ambles over to the stands to hop up on a low bench and walk the long distance across the area to circumnavigate it.

Highly imperfect weather for a run, but more than one chose to do so anyways. The roads outside the walls could offer a larger circuit to job, not to mention other benefits, but they would also be as muddy, or moreso, than the grounds. Aya keeps to the more cleared stones of the street, moving north along the edge of the grounds from the temple district to the south.

Aryia idly climbs to higher bleachers, gaze cast downward slightly in thought. Eventually, she comes to a stop at the apex, her looking out amongst the Festival Grou-

She pauses. Squints across the way. Then sticks two fingers in her mouth and lets loose a piercingly loud, two note whistle.

That certainly gets Aya's attention, and her head turns to the whistle. It takes a moment to spot the source on the stands, and then her course makes a sharp turn. Her speed doesn't suffer much, though her footwear might as she moves to cross the field, muddy or not. Once near enough, a leap takes her up onto the stands. "Sister," she greets, rather flatly despite the quickened pulse from the run.

Aryia slowly ambles down one bench at a time, meeting Aya halfway. She waves for her greeting, but the motion stops halfway as she looks Aya over. "You look like me on a bad day," she comments in gesture. <Handspeech>

The comment cracks a hint of smirk across Aya's lips, though only slightly. "I don't know if that is a compliment or insult. This is not a good day, for certain." She then explains in rather rapid words, "Daechir was not in the fire. He found me in the gardens. We reunited. I was overjoyed." Pause. "He wasn't alone. The fiend was within him."

Aryia was glad to get at least some kind of rise out of her sister, but her ears pin back at the rapid onset of information. Daed wasn't in the fire: good. He's alive: good.

She blinks, frowns. There's an inkling of the mute's eternal anger at everything creeping on her face and sapping the color from her knuckles as fingers curl into tight fists.

But stops. Takes a deep breath In. Unfurls. "I guess Daed was either recently domineered or has been domineered for some time, since our plan would have been utterly pointless with him in this state. Last time the demon took someone over and not wore their face, I had to punch a soul back in. I don't think this is the same case?"

Aryia is trying her best at present to not rattle off her usual string of profanities, if the pulsing vein on her temple was anything to go by. <Handspeech>

Aya's widen at thought of the first part and her head shakes in the negative. Fervently. "It must be recent. He was very much himself before." She can't dare believe that it has been in Daechir prior to then. Not while they shared a home. A bed. "No. They were -both- present. He was ...possessed?" Now she turns from Aryia looking to her hands, or the mud.

"I was too delighted to see him... I didn't suspect.. It put a dagger to my throat... and Daed stopped it. That is when I knew."

Aryia bites her cheek, foot tapping with a dull thud on the wooden bleacher seats. "Perhaps he is still in there. When you were fucked, only a teeny tiny piece of you was there, so there was only a mere shell of what was you."

She steeples her hands together, eyes going towards Aya's throat as her own bobs. "So where is he? Do we just have to pummel him to unconsciousness to exorcise the bitch?" And there she is: the simplest solution. <Handspeech>

Aya does not remain turned long, the tapping bringing her back to receive Aryia's thoughts. She considers before signing, "I gave myself willingly. He would not have. He is still there, still fighting." She exhales a breath. "I don't know what we must do, but I may know where they have gone. The fiend mentioned it had a mistress to take him to. It also spoke of Daechir's father. I thought it was just taunting me, at first. Now, I think his family is somehow involved. His father is all but a slave to the woman that replaced Daechir's mother, and they both wanted Daechir's home and lands for themselves. The home is gone and Daechir has left the city. I think it is taking him to them, in Charn." <handspeech>

Aryia bobs her head slowly, not dwelling on the past. But she purses her lips, actively listening to the gestured words. "Mistress swung a deal with the demon to get Daed to her. And if the father is weak spined..."

Her eyes furrow heavily. "In Charn," she repeats. A sigh escapes her, and she rubs her face. "Why is every problem in that fucked country." Moments pass as she collects herself, then levels her gaze. "So... I guess the plan now is to raid their estate or something? We're going to need priests and the like." <Handspeech>

!ed up, that's why."

Aya nods. "That is how it seems, though I don't know why she wants him. Not that it matters. He is alive, and will stay that way. They won't keep him. I want him more." She pauses to offer a hand to Aryia's shoulder at the facerubbing. There is even a hint of smirk. "Not -every- problem, only most of them. That may well change, but if it doesn't, we don't need ever return." A pause. "I don't know many priests. Not that would be interested in helping me." <handspeech>

Aryia lightly shrugs. "I don't know why either. I don't know him well enough."

Her drifting attention is reigned in as her shoulder is clasped. A light scoff leaves her, a hollow one. "I'd rather burn Charn to the ground if I was to go back there. And if whatever extra bullshit is happening that Seldan was talking about is to happen, I may very well be involved with assisting in that, regardless if he wants my help or not."

She stares at Aya. "Seyardu, a handful of paladins, some inquisitors. I know a number of them that could potentially lend help." <Handspeech>

Aya blinks at mention of a name she'd not thought of, and feels guilty for this, from her expression. "Seyardu would help, and has, very much. I welcome any who would, though I would retrieve him myself if I needed to..." a pause and smirk "... and you allowed me. But that won't be necessary. If we are travelling there with Seldan and others already..." <handspeech>

Aryia deadpans, "The only way I would allow you to go by yourself is if you survived me kicking your ass," she motions, but ties it off with a light, silent chuckle. "Regardless, you'll have plenty of people to pick from for a detour in Charn."

She shifts to her back foot, looking out over the Festival Grounds. "Just let me know when you want to go. We still have to drag RT along regardless." <Handspeech>

That breaks some of the somber tone as Aya's hands falls to her sides when she breaks into a laugh. "Sister, even if I survived you, I would be in no state to go anywhere nor do anything. I much rather you were at my side." The last is said with sincerity and weight. Follows be a light sigh. "Yes, Cor'lana would need to join us. I don't know whether she will be otherwise involved, but she might reach us easily enough." She waves a hand vaguely to reference 'magic stuff.'

The laugh garners a faint smile to cross Aryia's face. "Good. I don't half ass my ass kicking." She hops a seat down, glancing back up to Aya. "Yes. She can easily reach us, but we /will/ need her if we face It."

She makes a cutting motion as if she had a bladed weapon in both hands. "Regardless. I'm cold. I want tea. Do you want to come with?" <Handspeech>

Aya nods once at the gestures of swinging objects, a lighter mood now lingering. "I would love to." A casual conversation and peaceful tea with her sister seems a welcome shift. "Perhaps we can catch up on some reading?" Well, mostly peaceful? <handspeech>

Aryia squints a bit at that as she starts to head out. "... why do I feel like you're going to embarrass the shit out of me." <Handspeech>

-End Scene-