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lifeaftr2018-05-27 10:52 am
savedbyasong) wrote in lifeaftr2018-05-27 10:52 am
When you awaken in the morning's hush (open!)
Who: Shion and open!
What: Shion works on the memorial garden, followed by some training and finally quiet reflection. I will match formats!
When: 27th May. All day.
Where: Story Tellers temple, Islet 4
Warnings: General self decrepting thoughts, threads might contain casual mentions of horror and existational nonesense because it's Shion. But I'll add if anything specific comes up.
Do not stand at my grave and weap; I am not there I do not sleep
Shion had been quiet since the attack on Bliss. He had a lot to think about and he knew everyone else did too. But broaching difficult subjects was not something he was particularly good at. Not when he was aware that it was sensitive. He had just made sure he was visable in case anyone wanted to talk. He had spent the days working on the garden, fixing the house, playing with the cats.
He was at the Story Tellers Temple today. He tried to go at least every few days to check the message rock. The list of the missing had more names on it, including Yuka. He had been expecting that, he had continued to go to the room of glyphs in case she turned up there, but it seemed she really was gone.
He memorised the names and went over to where he had began his memory garden. He had left some coconut bowls there in case anyone else had wished to add their own memorial. He took some now, writing the names on them in chalk. Many were people he did not know. It didn't matter. He would still remember.
He moved between the beach and the temple, collecting sea shells to decorate. He was soon deep in his work, but he would still look up and greet anyone who he passed.
I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow
He had looked at the calender, he knew the date. Three years. Sort of. Three years since Reno had given him the pin and challenged him to do better. It felt like a life time ago, even if some of those months were missing. He had still been so young. Broken and self pitying. Weak.
He still was. Was again rather. The months of living on this island had raised his general fitness, it was not as difficult as when he had first arrived here with his old body, weak and used to hardship. But he was still not as strong as he had been... four months? One year? Time was fake but he still could do with being stronger.
So for most of the afternoon Shion can be found training. Running laps around the iselts. Basic strength excersizes outside his house, pushups and such. He pushes himself hard, not letting himself rest even when he is exhausted and every muscle is screaming at him to stop. It had been hard three years ago as well. This time he has no teacher, no stern but patient Reno to tell him to keep going. But he has his own determination, he knows what his aim is.
He practices fighting drills as well, fighting thin air with a grim look on his face. He should have done this months ago, rather than getting swept away with everything. He continues training through the day.
I am the soft stars that shine at night; Do not stand at my grave and cry
Finally Shion stopped, washed up and took a coconut bowl of water to drink. He sat on the grass near his house, watching the ocean quietly.
He missed Reno. All the time but today was especially sharp. He often did things that he knew would disappoint his dad, he wasn't a good enough brother to Aster, he had made a million mistakes since arriving on these islands. Lost control. Got into petty fights.
But this time... He had saved Aster. It had hurt but she was alive. They had killed Bliss. Gladio had been right when they had spoken. Sometimes being nice was not an option. Shion had known that, known if for a long time. But it seemed everything lately... he had had to be cruel, hurt others all in the name of saving them. Would Reno be proud of him for that?
He had no idea and Reno was a somewhere out in the multiverse. The pain of missing him was sharper because he had been in his dream and in Aster's dream. A Reno happy and content, with Elena. He wondered where Reno really was, on his world? Or somewhere else? Stolen to another place...
He stared out at the ocean a thousand thoughts crowding into his mind at once. Worries for Aster, for Ceej, for Ren. Worries about how they were going to leave here and if they should. If Tim was right and in doing so they would cause damage beyond repair. Worry for the Story Teller. Wondering about Stories and sequals. He let his mind drift, lost in his thoughts.
What: Shion works on the memorial garden, followed by some training and finally quiet reflection. I will match formats!
When: 27th May. All day.
Where: Story Tellers temple, Islet 4
Warnings: General self decrepting thoughts, threads might contain casual mentions of horror and existational nonesense because it's Shion. But I'll add if anything specific comes up.
Do not stand at my grave and weap; I am not there I do not sleep
Shion had been quiet since the attack on Bliss. He had a lot to think about and he knew everyone else did too. But broaching difficult subjects was not something he was particularly good at. Not when he was aware that it was sensitive. He had just made sure he was visable in case anyone wanted to talk. He had spent the days working on the garden, fixing the house, playing with the cats.
He was at the Story Tellers Temple today. He tried to go at least every few days to check the message rock. The list of the missing had more names on it, including Yuka. He had been expecting that, he had continued to go to the room of glyphs in case she turned up there, but it seemed she really was gone.
He memorised the names and went over to where he had began his memory garden. He had left some coconut bowls there in case anyone else had wished to add their own memorial. He took some now, writing the names on them in chalk. Many were people he did not know. It didn't matter. He would still remember.
He moved between the beach and the temple, collecting sea shells to decorate. He was soon deep in his work, but he would still look up and greet anyone who he passed.
I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow
He had looked at the calender, he knew the date. Three years. Sort of. Three years since Reno had given him the pin and challenged him to do better. It felt like a life time ago, even if some of those months were missing. He had still been so young. Broken and self pitying. Weak.
He still was. Was again rather. The months of living on this island had raised his general fitness, it was not as difficult as when he had first arrived here with his old body, weak and used to hardship. But he was still not as strong as he had been... four months? One year? Time was fake but he still could do with being stronger.
So for most of the afternoon Shion can be found training. Running laps around the iselts. Basic strength excersizes outside his house, pushups and such. He pushes himself hard, not letting himself rest even when he is exhausted and every muscle is screaming at him to stop. It had been hard three years ago as well. This time he has no teacher, no stern but patient Reno to tell him to keep going. But he has his own determination, he knows what his aim is.
He practices fighting drills as well, fighting thin air with a grim look on his face. He should have done this months ago, rather than getting swept away with everything. He continues training through the day.
I am the soft stars that shine at night; Do not stand at my grave and cry
Finally Shion stopped, washed up and took a coconut bowl of water to drink. He sat on the grass near his house, watching the ocean quietly.
He missed Reno. All the time but today was especially sharp. He often did things that he knew would disappoint his dad, he wasn't a good enough brother to Aster, he had made a million mistakes since arriving on these islands. Lost control. Got into petty fights.
But this time... He had saved Aster. It had hurt but she was alive. They had killed Bliss. Gladio had been right when they had spoken. Sometimes being nice was not an option. Shion had known that, known if for a long time. But it seemed everything lately... he had had to be cruel, hurt others all in the name of saving them. Would Reno be proud of him for that?
He had no idea and Reno was a somewhere out in the multiverse. The pain of missing him was sharper because he had been in his dream and in Aster's dream. A Reno happy and content, with Elena. He wondered where Reno really was, on his world? Or somewhere else? Stolen to another place...
He stared out at the ocean a thousand thoughts crowding into his mind at once. Worries for Aster, for Ceej, for Ren. Worries about how they were going to leave here and if they should. If Tim was right and in doing so they would cause damage beyond repair. Worry for the Story Teller. Wondering about Stories and sequals. He let his mind drift, lost in his thoughts.
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He blinked at her last words and finally nodded.] Perhaps... unless we are talking of remembering those we have lost and how their memory helps us grow and move forward.
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[Her expression is fond, if a little wistful, remembering all those she's met here and lost since. Perhaps they'll meet again someday...]
Were there any plants in particular that you wanted to use for specific people, that suited them well? My garden might have a few less common selections, which can't be found out here on the mainland.
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[It had never come up. Maybe it should have. Maybe this was something that he should find out about people.] Akko would like anything bright I think, big and bright.]
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[If he's been through islet number three at any point he's probably seen it- guessing which house is hers isn't terribly difficult, when it's the only one with a purple spiderweb replacing half the roof.]
I wanted to make certain we'd have another source of food, if we couldn't rely on the mainland for whatever reason.
[Her smile turns wistful and sad at the mention of Asch, missing her lost friend.]
I can't say exactly what he would have liked- but knowing his sense of aesthetics, I can't help but think something vivid and fiery would suit him best.
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[He thought he had done it right but only time would tell he guessed. If things failed to grow then he would know.] I'm growing some things for medical purposes as well, some of the plants I found on Ziziphus can help with pain relef and bringing down fevers.
[Vivid and firey...] Something like a dahlia raisa. But I haven't seen any of those.
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Do feel free to ask if you'd like advice on any gardening issues, by the way. I'd be happy to know all my trial and error is saving someone else the trouble.
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That would be really helpful. I studied ecology when I was younger and so far the plants on this world have been identical or at least similar to those I studied that I can identify them. So if you ever find anything you are unsure about I can see if I can recognise it.
[The more practical side of gardening was new to him but he could at least be glad that he had a knowledge of plants.]
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[She works calmly and methodically while she talks, falling into a comfortable rhythm of chatting and gardening.]
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[He's also working as he talks, pausing a moment to make sure that the plant he is putting in the soil is straight, that it's not going to topple or have it's roots exposed.]
We were thinking of setting up a garden near where we decide to hold it so we would have a supply of medicanal herbs on hand.
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A sensible idea. I can create food that has healing properties, and which does not spoil. I would be happy to donate some for your supplies once you have a proper clinic set up.
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We can probably call this wrapped unless you want to do more with it.
[She continues helping him garden in polite, companionable silence, appreciating the relaxing nature of the work.]
Sounds good!