#mebingo

Liv had asked to meet him at one of those fancy cafés that lined the more respectable parts of the harbor-side, and while Marius was somewhat hesitant to admit it, fancy cakes did strike his fancy every now and then. Especially when his daughter was doing the picking -- her tastes, while somewhat unconventional, were always surprisingly, well, tasty.  (Save for the blueberry cake with cucumber toppings. He still wasn’t sure what exactly had prompted that particular combination, or why Lysvet had thought it would be a good idea to give it at try, but suffice to say the pastry shop hadn’t gotten a whole lot of mileage out of it.)

Normal people had normal dreams, about stuff that happened that day, merged with thoughts and troubles, making absolutely no sense. Normal people would wake up the next morning, remembering faint gasps of their dreams, as their dream worlds moved in a different time all together. 

Normal people. They had it all.

Orractous could not remember the last time his dreams were controlled by his own mind. He didn’t mind, since frequently he forgot what his dreams were about. But on occasion, his thoughts would wonder back to a world of not his own creation, but generated by that of the Monster Within. 

The creature showed twisted images of the world he inhabited: Orractous’ body. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Beams of light came from the sky only to burn down on what looked like skin. The smell was of burned flesh, which he could clearly sense. The Monster itself was no clear image, his world only was a vivid creation. The sky was dark gray, turned upside down it looked like millions of arms waving down. 

It made his arm hairs stand upright. It took all his focus to calm down, only to be shattered when a voice cracked through his mind. 

Pace, pace, pace. Crawl, crawl, crawl. 

It was always hard to explain his magic to people. Dany didn’t think he was like other water magicians. He found it hard to explain his magic to people. He felt he was more connected to his magic than any water magician he had ever met. Dany had grown up on the cost. He was born on a ship surrounded by water he spent most of his childhood in or around the water. It was how his family made a living and it was a part of him.

Dany couldn’t only just control water he could feel the water. Dany could feel a storm brewing in the sky. He could feel the blood of another living king being pumped around it’s body. Dany could feel the flow of rivers and springs deep under the ground. And if he concentrated hard enough he could feel water in other hings, in plants, in food the list was almost endless. It was however Dany’s deep connection with the water that was his fatal flaw and his biggest asset. He found the water easier to control he barely had to try to control it. It was just like moving one of his arms or his legs. However not surrounded by water dany would be helpless unable to fight the odds against his favour.

He had asked many times about being moved out of the military and into something more ship related but of course he’d been denied. Why would they let someone with such ease and control over their magic hang around on a ship all of the war. Would he not do better on a battlefield surrounded by no water? No. He was surrounded by water. The thumping beating of hearts the flow of blood. Blood was water although it was often frowned on, when in doubt and when he was desperate Dany resorted to killing his enemies from the in side by just simply stopping the flow of blood reaching ones heart or simply turning one's blood into a slushy icy mess.  it was an easy way of killing and an unfair one as a person could not control the conditions of their bodies.

                                                                        Yoa Woard

                                                                (And Benji Hannai)

Yoa lives her life from one day to the next, always excited to find out what a new dawn holds in store for her. Planning her life ahead seems so useless as with war any day could be her last. Needless to say, a good chuck of her daily life revolves around Benji. Every morning she has the duty to wake, allthough some rare mornings he’s out of bed earlier than she is, strolling around the living room with eyes half closed and a shirt slung neglected around his shoulders. The mornings when he’s up and about before she is, are not his best mornings. Follow the following guide should that be the case.

1. Don’t talk to Benji, just gently pat his shoulder while you guide him to the shower. 

2. Assume he can shower himself, lock the door behind him and hang the sign which says: “Carefull dangerous animal” on the door. You can find the sign in the drawer next to the door. 

3. Keep your ears open for the sound of the door, as soon as he has shower, he might be awake, but he’s anything but happy. Make sure you have coffee ready, the smell of it will calm his belly. 

4. He can put on his clothes himself, but be sure to compliment him on his clothing choices, as it will momentarially catch him off guard, giving you the time to put the mug of coffee in his hand. 

5. Afterwards you should be good, just keep an eye on him to make sure he goes to breakfast. 

Yoa goes around in the morning pretty quickly, she dresses like a snake on a hunt, and lacks interest in showering, especially in the morning, because her tail takes very long to dry. The little bit of attention she has on her appearance is the glance in the mirror before she and always Benji, and sometimes other Group members, go to the breakfast hall. 

Eating goes in the same routine, first she sets Benji down in a table furthest away from the noise and any unfriendly crowd, then she sets out to get them both breakfast. A task she does within minutes, fearing of leaving her friend alone for too long, especially since those prying animals like to attack when she is not looking. 

She and Benji eat their breakfast mostly in silence, only opening their mouth for food or to compliment the food. Just about the time when they are done with breakfast, the coffee will have started its effects on the Ground Magician, and Yoa can finally engage in normal conversation, telling her friend about her dreams. 

Now, on normal days, the pair always arrives at training right after breakfast, they do some warm up, practice sword fighting and other weaponary, and fill in any paper work that is left to do, while sitting on the floor of the gym and watching other Mancers train. When Lunch comes around, Benji’s coffee has become a distant memory, and the Halfling is once again upset and distant. 

If you find yourself in such a situation, here are some do’s and don’ts. 

Do’s:

- Run to the kitchen really quick and get him some more coffee

- Engage in a conversation about how amazing you find HagaFosiel and its architecture. 

- Continue training for just a bit longer until he’s too tired to be upset. 

- Bring him outside first for some fresh air.

Don’ts: 

- Drag him along to lunch right away, he’s like a ticking time bomb

- Don’t leave him alone for more than five minutes

- Don’t tell him everything that you think might be encouraging. It’s better to refrain from talking completely unless it’s a silly conversation. 

Lunch goes almost the same as breakfast, only on some days, Benji goes along to pick out what he wants that day. Yoa then of course lets him, and spends way longer on picking her food together, knowing she has her best friend by her side. 

After lunch they go back to training, this time their focus point is Magic. Their muscles are relaxed, their belly’s full, what better than to throw around some bricks or fire than after lunch. Training goes on for some hours, neither of them seem to get any better, but it’s all about keeping in shape any way, trying to put more strength behind their punches. 

Between lunch and dinner there is about an hour still to kill, aside from showering, Yoa likes to hang around in the library or go for a good coffee in the city. Sometimes that coffee turns into a fancy dinner with Benji, sometimes it turns into a barfight. Either way they always get food. 

After dinner is sheer amounts of relaxation time. Except of course if there are mission in waiting, then it’s listening to Lena’s plans first, then going into detail of the plan, and some time later they are finally dismissed. 

A whole day has almost passed, meaning Benji is tired, and most likely less of great company than he was before. It’s best to take some time apart from him, but do make a time and rally point for later. If he doesn’t show up, look at the bars first, and then go to the hospital post. He probably got into a fight and needs your help. Or at least your support. 

Yoa either visits the Library again, spitting through books about one subject or an other to which she has become interested, or goes to bars as well looking for some known Mancers to talk with and hear stories. 

She’s always very on time at the rally point, and knowing Benji mostly is too, she can sense when he’s in trouble. If he did get in trouble, the evening can get kind of long, depending on which bar he got to and if he won or lost the fight. As soon as she finds him, it’s back to their room very quickly. Maybe some hot choco in the living room of their group’s appartement, but that mostly depends on Benji’s state. She then puts the big bear to bed, and holds up in the living room, reading a book or making conversation, until she too becomes tired. 

The first time Lehain had even kissed someone was completely shocking to her. The young girl was sure that her parents, whomever they may be, had kissed her on her cheek or forehead before. However, considering she couldn’t remember one single thing about them or where she used to call home Lehain just assumed. Yet the first real time a boy kissed her on the lips—far more forward than just on her cheek—she was thirteen in Teccup years. It felt exactly as long as it was in reality. His name was Eadric and he was in her class that year. He was a decent enough Mancer that she had noticed him before, not as good as her of course but in her mind no one was as good as her.

The weather was turning cold and Lehain had forgotten a jacket in her rush in the morning. She could always sneak back home to get it but didn’t feel like risking any trouble over just a piece of clothing. So she suffered through and even though she was quite cold the small brunette repeated her daily lunch routine of standing outside on the balcony to overlook the city. Looking back she was sure her own mind had been suffering from the cold gusts of wind around her which was why she had been so caught off guard that day.