[OPEN] Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill, I will conquer

[dorzalta]

WHO? Daenerys Targaryen & YOU!
WHAT? Ship shenanas, dreams, and next mission stuff when the time comes
WHEN? Various times in Dec/Jan
ANYTHING ELSE? Fire, dragons, spider monsters, blood, death, titties, and insta-boners... the usual GoT warnings, I guess?

This is serving as my catchall for some base shenans, as well as for any mission logs that arise in January. If you'd like to thread something out, feel free to throw me a prompt, or poke me on bubblytangerine to hash out some deets :>

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lmao chironnnn go bond with dragon mama

[dorzalta]

Her lips twist in the faint traces of amusement. That answer is a non-answer, in many ways. There are advantages and disadvantages, indeed, to so very many things. This place is a prime example of such. Being happy, however, or enjoying a new opportunity to live...

"But this... spirit--this is what you are, now? I imagine it's proffered you much in the way of new experiences?"

Some, hopefully, were enjoyable. She grips her bow, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before she turns and notches the next arrow. With her surprise (mostly) abated, she focuses on his advice from earlier while he still speaks.

Aiming, she says: "What would one gain from refusing that call? Are you expected to be the sorcerer's slave whilst you battle? Do you know these other spirits?"

The temptation to change past, present, or future. She frowns, sparing the Day-One a brief glance. She's since ceased with her clicking, and watches Chiron with a wary air. "COST allows us that very same opportunity."

The thought's murmured lightly, and then she's releasing the arrow. The solid thwunk! as it embeds itself in the third outer circle fills the silence for her, and she's soon turning a pleased little smile on to Chiron.

"How do you sustain yourself now? What circumstances may change that?"

I mean it is a possibility.

[horsepowered]

"Well, it's offered me a chance to have two legs instead of four, which is doubtlessly a mixed bag." He can't run as fast as he used to, which frankly, is nonsense. It's also a very strange thing to actually say outloud, and the novelty of that fact puts a small smile on Chiron's face.

As she aims, Chiron keeps his voice low, as not to disrupt concentration. In the heat of fighting, that won't be an option, but for now? Far more important to get these key things down.

"That is rather the point. In ignoring it, there's no benefit. In responding, you could potentially have everthing and defy fortune. As for the nature of the arrangement," Chiron paused, seeking the best way to respond. "In theory, the mage in question could do that. It's foolish, but possible. Those who are wise work alongside the spirit they've summoned, rather than issue ultimatiums. The young woman who called me forth is an excellent partner."

There's a faint smile on Chiron's face. Fiore was a kind hearted girl, far better suited to the world outside of magi, one that didn't demand cold demeanors and having no emotions.

"Sometimes yes, you do know the spirits you fight against. But it can be a complete matter of chance."

There's an irony in how COST affords the same opportunity as the Grail War, given how hard it has pushed Chiron to re-examine his own decisions. He murmurs only, "Very much so."

Silence follows, along with a grimmer face that Chiron is glad that no one can see. The arrow finding it's target puts a smile on Chiron's face as well. Good, that means she's figured out how to account for movement. "That's an improvement. When you're in less controlled conditions, you need to account for other factors like wind, so needing to correct this is actually a huge boon for you in the long run."

Archery and mana feels like a strange combination, but Chiron answers the question frankly. "Food, sleep, slipping into that invisible form, all of those help with energy conservation. In combat though, when it would be natural for me to invest energy into my true capabilities, I can potentially run myself into nothingness if I don't pay careful attention or find another tether."

:P

[dorzalta]

Two legs instead of four. It's such a queer thing to say that it surprises a huff of laughter out of her. "I can imagine how strange it must be, in more ways than one. Did you struggle much when you first walked on two?"

It seems a great temptation. Partake in battle and possibly win such a power. "So you battle other spirits and mages, all in the hopes of achieving victory for this wish. I would say it strange, but I suppose it's much the same as my world, where we battle for a throne." Similar enough, at least, that she understands the appeal of that wish. "What becomes of the losers in these battles? Spirits cannot die, I imagine?"

In her world, typically when a person dies, they remain dead.

"The wind will very much throw things off balance." She regards the target with the lightest hint of a frown. "Drogon, my fiercest, was struck by a spear. A similar idea enough to a bow, but thrust from a mechanical device our enemies created. But arrows? Those were easily deflected off his scales, or by the gusts of wind his wings created."

The attack on the Lannisters is still vivid as ever, despite it no longer being her most recent memory. To account of wind would be a difficulty that would take her time, and time is a luxury she doesn't have.

"Do you slip into that invisible form often, here?" She reaches for Irriella, and the spiderling scurries back up her arm, perching upon her shoulder once more. 'True capabilities' is another strange figure of speech. It's like he dangles more and more curiosities before her, coaxing her closer, engulfing her more fully into his world with each answer. "What will happen to you, then? You've no tether here, especially not whilst we're employed in a mission."

[horsepowered]

"Strangely enough, the movement was natural. What I was not used to was the amount of space I took up." Years of being used to one's behind being a ways well, behind...is hard to shake. "There were moments of looking over my shoulder to account for myself, only to find nothing there."

It's the first time he's admit it, actually, and Chiron shakes his head at himself. Riduclous, that's what it was. Something that no one else needed to hear about, and yet...well. Chiron could trust that this particular detail wasn't one that would be shared.

"A different prize, and I imagine slightly different rules. Heroic Spirits would be comparable to your dragons more than anything else, and would take the place of any additional armies." There are likely spirits who come with their armies, but Chiron can't think of any who might fit that bill. "Spirits pass in their way, and become raw energy again. That raw energy fills the Holy Grail itself, and eventually gives it the power to grant the victors' wish."

It was a neat, tidy system with little waste, in it's way.

"There are bows that are just as mechanical. You just need to reload the arrow and pull a trigger, and the firing is done for you, so long as you line the shot up. Learning this is far more demanding of time and concentration. But better, because once you've masted this, the one I just described is truly no work."

Crossbows, guns, everything builds on the principles of proper archery. It was better to work with the harder equipment first in order to build the fundamentals.

"If I've nothing else to do, yes," Chiron confirms. It was rare that he didn't sit up in the library reading though, or spend time working with the equipment in the training rooms. "If I run myself ragged and deplete my energy supply, I cease to be. Simple as that."

People die when they are killed. Heroic spirits die when they have no mana.