[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_oneswidow]

The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.

At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.

It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.

Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.

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[st_ingofthehundred]

Kash gave her a Look, somewhere between offended and amused. "I'm a Life cleric. It's my job to keep people from dying before their time." Except the evil ones who were trying to kill the people he was protecting, which seemed entirely self-evident.

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[st_alkingherprey]

"Hey, I had to ask." Allison half laughed, and would have raised a hand if she wasn't still leaning on her crutches. "The last person I met who could do really hardcore magic was making human sacrifices to consolidate her power."

She paused, losing her smile as she stared down at her cast for a long moment. It was fucking insane, but the cast, the broken toe itself, was a piece of her old life in Darrow. Just getting rid of it...

Nope. She wasn't going to get sentimental over a broken fucking toe. As she made the decision, she propped a crutch under her arm and reached up to touch the silver fleur de lis that hung around her neck.

Reminding herself that Porthos would never speak to her again if she had a chance to fix her foot and didn't, she looked up at Kash again with a nod.

"If you can help me get out of this...I'd appreciate it. Thank you."

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[st_ingofthehundred]

"Smart," Kash said approvingly but wasn't a dick about it because she was new for one thing and Snow liked her for another.

"The part that's going to suck is we've got to get the cast off first." Technically, he could heal it with the cast on, but Kash wanted to see the injury and make sure there was no infection he'd be sealing into healed bone. Maybe those who pulled their power from Life gods didn't feel the need to be so careful, but he was trained as a healer before he got his magic, and Vesh was anything but.

"Come on. You can lean on me to get to the clinic."

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[st_alkingherprey]

Allison nodded, accepting the help with less difficulty than she might have otherwise. He was brusque, businesslike, he wasn't trying to protect or take care of her but he was still being kind. He was doing his job.

It was the kind of efficiency laced with gentleness that she'd always admired in Jason, and in Tris.

"You gonna use magic for that, too?" she asked as she moved to collect her crutches in one hand, reaching out to lean on him with her free arm. The question was more genuine curiosity than anything, perhaps something to add to a new volume of the bestiary. She no longer had it with her, but it had shown up in Darrow. Who was to say it wouldn't appear here at some point?

New world, new supernatural threats...just because she couldn't be the Alpha here, just because she was an Omega now didn't mean she still couldn't do her best to be ready--to learn.

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[st_ingofthehundred]

"Nope. Gonna use a bone saw. And the vibrations are gonna make that hurt like a bitch," Kash explained in his usual gruff tone. He liked her, though. She asked good questions.

They had a pretty decent distance to walk to get to the clinic from here, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to give her something else to think about. "There's probably a spell that could take it off, but cleric spells aren't that subtle. They're more about brute force healing, turning back undead, buffing friends, and put down enemies and making them stay down."

He paused as they crossed over a large, flat bit of rock to get back to the parking lot on the way to the conference center, giving her a chance to catch up and balance again. "If you want a spell that can cut like a knife, you're looking at wizards, usually, or warlocks with enchanted blades. Speaking of both, if you see women who look like demons, red and pregnant or albino with a gold bow on her tail? They're not. Demons. They are spellcasters, and my family. Don't tangle with them or more than your foot's going to need healing."

Lots of words on his lips today. Must be practicing at being a father.