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July 27, 2019 at 5:38 am #83849
Kestrel only got as far as her waiting room before collapsing into a chair. Her large wings draped over the sides and back and she slumped down until her head could lean back on the edge of the chair’s back. A large sigh sent a couple feathers falling to the floor. It was only a few more moments before her mouth dropped open and a light snore escaped it. Which is why she didn’t move when the front door to get clinic opened.July 28, 2019 at 12:43 am #84042
Shy’ah comes in the next morning, cringing as she tries to massages the muscles just outside her eyes with one hand. Her sapphire hair is again put up in its braid and though she looks a little pale mostly she seems fine. The tattoo of the Hamsa is revealed as she lowers her hand from its massage, all black just outside her left eye. It’s clear she’s only slightly hung over from the night before, mostly still composed from a night of post hearing shenanigans. But as she blinks quietly to readjust her vision her eyes fall upon the sleeping Kestrel. Shy’ah smiles softly and takes a seat near by, opening up her tablet to go over some of her notes while she waits for the Oasis Leader to wake up on her own time.
July 28, 2019 at 12:53 am #84048
- This reply was modified 2 months, 3 weeks ago by Ellie (Shy'ah).
It’s a few more minutes before Kestrel’s eyes crack open. Had she really just fallen asleep in her waiting room? She stretched her arms and wings out with a yawn then jumped a little when she saw that she was not alone in her clinic.
“Oh! Shy’ah! Sorry! I hope you haven’t been waiting long! Did you need healing?” the frazzled healer gives her a weak, embarrassed smile. As this distance the dark circles under her eyes were apparent.July 28, 2019 at 1:16 am #84057
Shy’ah looks up and tries to fight herself from laughing as she smiles at the siren. She shakes her head eyebrows rising with amusement.
“Nope,” she says with a shake of her head. “But I did want to talk with you if you’re not busy.”July 28, 2019 at 1:47 am #84066
“Of course!” She sat back up in her chair, readjusting her wings and clothes. “And I also wanted to thank you for convincing Flash to leave the theater yesterday. He’s a friend and I didn’t want him to dig himself into a deeper hole with the Merchants’ Guild.” With a sigh Kestrel shook her head. “It really is a mess. I know he didn’t steal those things, he told me what happened before all this Triumvirate stuff happened, but that merchant wants someone to blame and decided Flash was it. If the Merchants’ Guild wasn’t already so pissed at Duke for raising taxes I’d probably have an easier time convincing them to calm down, but… I’m sorry! You said you came here to talk and I just started complaining about the Merchants’ Guild. What’s on your mind?”July 28, 2019 at 1:51 am #84067
“No I’m actually enjoying this,” Shy’ah says with a soft smile. “Listen where I’m from listening to people and helping them is what we were trained…you know before…” Shy’ah trails off and glances away, clearly caught in a flashback. She sighs as she shakes her head out of it, recomposing herself in a heart beat. “So…please. You first. You clearly need to talk about it and who better to talk to than a psion? I mean…at this rate I’m already going to become the Fringe’s therapist,” she says making a half joke and chuckling at herself, though in her eyes it’s clear she think it’s likely.July 28, 2019 at 2:18 am #84072
That made Kestrel chuckle a little and give the psion a wry smile. “Be careful with that offer. Song knows enough people on the Fringe could use a therapist, you might never have time to yourself again! But you’ve called yourself a psion a couple times now. I don’t actually know what that means, would you mind explaining to me?”July 28, 2019 at 2:33 am #84081
“Not at all,” Shy’ah says as she sets her tablet face down in her lap. “It’s nice to be able to talk about it freely without fear of…well you know.” She shrugs and looks away, shaking another flashback. “You know how magic works here? You call upon deities and their essence to use it and channel it through you…which is why the magic is so weakened with the deities’s connection harmed. Well…Psionics are different but extremely similar. Here the Nexus filters everything through one system, she’s…(I call her a she)…got a mind of her own. Psionics is all about connections too but not from a single source the way magic is. Empathics, telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokensis, seances, spirit-walking. It’s similar to magic, we connect things and channel them through us. But again unlike magic that requires the deities, we are connecting sources that wouldn’t otherwise connect. Something about our genetics makes us extremely susceptible to these connections. Like an amazing cross roads that we are the stop light for. We direct the flow through us, channel it, and sometimes allow it to channel us. It’s a communication. A constant connectivity. Back in Miraka, my world, I could walk into a room and feel everyone’s emotions just like that.” She says and snaps her fingers together. “Here I have but a hundredth of my former strength. Which for now is fine. I can’t feel everyone, can’t know everyone’s thoughts. It’s quiet. Relaxing. Yet I do want to regain some of my former strength, more to feel like the missing piece is restored than actually for a sense of power. As much as it endangered me back in Miraka, I truly loved using my psionics to help people. And I still do. It makes me who I am. I’m sorry…I didn’t lose you did I?”July 28, 2019 at 3:01 am #84086
As Shy’ah explained Kestrel leaned ever so slightly forward listening intently. Further into the explanation a small frown of concentration formed on Kestrel’s brow and her gaze turned towards the floor. Shy’ah’s question snapped her golden eyes back up to Shy’ah’s and she flashed the other woman an apologetic smile.
“No, not at all. I’m listening, just thinking too. I was thinking about how funny it was that our people have almost opposite abilities. Sirens can influence a person with their song. Normally we use this to share emotions, as a sort of deeper form of communication and opening our hearts to those around us. Personally, I never grew into my song so I focused on honing my healing magic instead. So I can sympathize at least with being proud of how your abilities can help others. I’m sorry for what you went through though. No one should have to hurt like that and no one should hurt others like that.” She shook her head, eyes sad.July 28, 2019 at 3:12 am #84091
Shy’ah nods but shrugs it off.
“I may be the last of my kind from Miraka,” she admits. “But, I’m okay now. I’m where I belong. And I’m kind of glad there’s no going back.” She offers a small assuring smile as she makes eye contact with Kestrel. “And yeah I kinda figured we were natural opposites. Universal sender meet universal receiver. Yin and Yang. We’ll either be great friends or terrible enemies.” She chuckles quietly shaking her head at herself. “Oh…I’m getting weird the longer I’m here,” she says with a grin and giggles. Her tone remains calm, even though her emotions seem to be so visual. She’s an open book in very way and yet she is so still, quiet in her emotions. “So…I’d like to talk to you some more about what’s going on, if you’re okay with that. And truth is you seem like one of the easiest people to talk to here.”
She pauses and her brow creases into a frown as she thinks about her next words carefully. Eventually her eyes flicker up again at Kestrel and she inhales softly before beginning.
“It’s no secret a lot of people aren’t happy with how the Triumvirate was formed,” she begins. “I myself have some reservations on the topic. But, at the same time…” she shrugs. “I get it. Not much else to do after what went down. I’m kinda glad I came just after that. The Old Masters seem really fucked up. But I don’t really have any more patience for genocidal maniacs…not after….” She sighs and shakes her head again. “But you clearly believe in this. More than the other two if you ask me. Shepherd seems to feel like he’s between in a rock and a hard place and Rex well…despite him coming off a bit misogynist, I think honestly he’s choosing the path of least resistance. But that’s just from what I observe. What I wanna know from you…is why you believe in it so fiercely. It just isn’t common for people to believe in something without conviction the way you seem to. Sorry it’s a strange line of question, I know, but…I want to understand.”July 28, 2019 at 3:39 am #84100
The observation of their differences made Kestrel smile and laugh along with Shy’ah. “Yes, this part of the Nexus seems to have that effect on people. But from what I’ve seen, I like to think the great friends route. I appreciate that you seem to be a kind soul with a good head on your shoulder.”
When she changed the subject Kestrel nodded. “Of course, and thank you very much. I appreciate that, along with your questions and observations. I think you brought up a lot of important things at the hearing and I look forward to whatever else you have to contribute.” Despite the serious topic, she couldn’t help but chuckle a little at Shy’ah’s first observation. “‘Not happy’ is certainly the understatement of the decade. I think before I got him to cool off a bit, Flash was ready to start a full revolt. I mean his symbiotes had made an anarchy symbol on his face and everything! Thank the song he was willing to listen to reason, I really was not looking forward to trying to calm down a mob from the fringe.” The tired look returned to her face as that very real possibility came to mind again.
“But to answer your question, I believe in Duke. Most of those who frequent the Fringe recently never really got to know Duke before he became Sheriff, but there’s a reason people elected him over Harp. That man doesn’t really have wants of his own except to protect what’s important to him and the city and its citizens are very important to him. Before we knew that one of the council members was a traitor, Duke was doing everything in his power to keep people safe and improve their lives, but because we had a traitor in leadership, he was getting blocked by the council at every opportunity. That betrayal cut him deep. Mix that with months of frustration, he did the only thing he could think of that would ensure he could keep people safe and protect against betrayal.” With a tap to her own skull she explained, “He has a rare implant that protects him from being enthralled, and the rest of us signed an agreement with Oath Pens. Honestly though, Duke has no interest in leading, that’s why he made the Triumvirate. We do the actual leading part while he does what he really wants to do, protect the town out on the front lines. Though, between the two of us, I definitely gave him an earful when he first declared himself ‘Commander.’ It took him some convincing to get me to go along with his plan and join the Triumvirate.”
July 28, 2019 at 4:05 am #84114
- This reply was modified 2 months, 3 weeks ago by Jessie Nystrom.
Shy’ah listens closely though not making eye contact. In her mind she’s trying to imagine herself witnessing each thing Kestrel says as if Shy’ah herself were there. And as Kestrel finishes Shy’ah’s eyes and only her eyes flicker back to the siren. She nods quietly biting down nervously on her lip.
“I don’t doubt Duke’s selflessness,” she begins. “I can take one look at the man and see he lives for a cause that is larger than his life. Even without psionics. But…” she pauses and starts to chew on her finger as she struggles with her words. “Duke is demonstrating characteristics of someone who is…deeply hurt and afraid. Someone who is acting out of too much emotion…which in all honesty is completely understandable given the circumstances. What he’s doing is normal. See…well it reminds me of someone who has been recently traumatized and how they will…move things around themselves to protect themselves. In this case the thing that hurt Duke wasn’t something that hurt him but hurt Oasis itself. So he’s…emulating that desire for self protection but for the entire town. It’s not bad in the short run. If anything it’s good. It keeps things safer and more secure. It is a state of emergency so his actions only help keep everyone safe… but it makes me wary for when the danger passes and the Old Masters are dealt with. Some people in his position can grow accustomed to that…security and have a hard time letting go. However…” she turns to Kestrel again and gives a comforting smile. “As long as you’re there he’ll know what’s right. Of that I’m sure. Which is why you are simply not allowed to die.” There is a seriousness in Shy’ah’s voice for that last sentence, an absolute seriousness. But again she offers an assuring smile then turns away, a bit timidly. “That’s why it makes me nervous you know…everything he’s doing. He may not be triumvirate but he created this system and he is now in charge of Oasis’s military. And so…people are…concerned. I’m concerned. People are pissed. And afraid…I’m deciding to have faith, for now.” She sighs through her nose and shakes her head at herself. “I’m sorry if I’m talking out of turn or going too far. I’m new…I’m not yet considered a citizen of Oasis. I’m not sure if I have the right to say these things, to put Duke’s…to suggest he may be…” she can’t finish the thought. She cringes at herself and shakes her head. This is his wife she’s talking to, and she feels guilty. “He was the only one at the hearing of the four of you that gave me…cause for concern. And that is the extent of that concern. I figure…if I can tell you then you can be there for him so he doesn’t feel like he has to isolate himself further. Because if he does…then that really will be a sign to be concerned.” She cringes again and shrinks into her shoulders timidly. “I’m sorry. He’s your husband and I’m over here suggesting he may someday become…” she trails off and rolls her eyes at herself. There’s a pause that follows as she holds her arms tightly and timidly. At last she finally lets out a sign through her nose and changes the subject.
“Can I ask you to go into more detail about the betrayal,” she says seeming more calm than before, though her body language still shows her as guarded. “It was before I arrived so I’m missing a lot of details. Who was the traitor? Where are they now? Other than the destruction of the council what else did they do? If you don’t mind painting that picture for me it would be very helpful.”July 28, 2019 at 4:46 am #84123
“Don’t worry, once the Old Masters are dealt with, I don’t plan to let him hold onto that position, no matter how much security it gives him,” Kestrel smiled in such a way that suggested if her husband tried such a thing, he very well might have hell to pay back home.
That smile softened into something more kind and almost motherly as Shy’ah cringed into herself, afraid of repercussions for her worries and words. Though she wasn’t sure how the psion’s abilities reached out to others, in her own way Kestrel tried to reach out with her calm and the affection she had already grown towards one of the Fringe’s newest residents. Gently she reached out with both hands to square Shy’ah’s shoulders then tapped under her chin to lift it upwards.
“You’re saying what needs to be said and you’re protecting you’re new home. You have nothing to apologize for. You’re not on Miraka, you don’t have to make yourself small anymore.” Quickly she seemed to realize that she herself might have overstepped, but not wanting to make a hypocrite of herself she just broke eye contact and went back to the subject at hand.
“But about the betrayal, I can give you as many details as I can, but I only know what I’ve gotten second hand from Duke. Before Duke declared himself Commander,” she unintentionally rolled her eyes at the title, “we were led by an elected council of three. One of those on the council was an elven mage name Scholar. He Nuked town hall killing a lot of people, including one of his fellow council members. Unfortunately, he also had lots of allies in the town who showed their true colors that night and joined the assault on the town. Once it was all over Scholar and the rest of the traitors left town to go join up with the Old Masters.”July 28, 2019 at 5:00 am #84128
Shy’ah smiles up at Kestrel’s affection as some tears roll silently from her eyes. When Kestrel retreats back she takes the opportunity to wipe them with her fist and loosens up a bit to hear the tale of this traitor Scholar. Surprised a bit by some of things she’s learned, specifically Kestrel’s own annoyance with the commander title and Shy’ah can’t help but force herself to swallow a laugh. The psion is mostly unphased about the way people showed their true colors and turned on the citizens of Oasis. Shy’ah sighs and leans back a bit thoughtfully.
“I see,” she says thoughtfully nodding as she digests this information. “I didn’t know the council always consisted of three.” She chuckles under her breath. “It’s good to know that you have some…reservations? About our…commander’s new title.” She smiles so not to laugh out right. Slowly she composes herself and draws in a deep breath. “I’ve talked to Kei but I want to run it by you as well. I think I plan to miss the next gathering of the Fringe. I’d like to stay in Oasis proper and help the sheriff where I can. If that is alright with the Triumvirate…I don’t think I’m ready for the kind of combat those gatherings tend to draw in. Plus my psionics may be of use to my feline friend.”July 28, 2019 at 5:15 am #84133
Kestrel, on the other hand, has no reservations at laughing about Duke’s title. “Honestly? I think he’s being ridiculous. When we had a good long talk about it, what he’s doing does make sense and I support him in it. That doesn’t mean that I don’t think he’s being ridiculous and dramatic though. Then again, I think a flair for the dramatic is a prerequisite for being an Oasian.” That made Kestrel fall into a fit of giggles again, thinking about all the times both she and her friends had been dramatic, as if they were characters from some grand story or something!
The mention of Kei freezes the smile on her face and sadness and regret roll off of her in waves. Her expression recovers quickly but she continues to wear a mantle of melancholy as she continues. “Of course! The more help our new sheriff has around town, the better I think. Have, uh, have you spoken with him recently? How is he doing?”
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