TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

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[fleurdesel]

"yes mother." Low and rough and between hitched breaths, but a shade of humor for her own sake even if he couldn't hear. If she could claw back some manner of composure, be it sniping or swearing, she could put the rest of herself back together bit by bit, breath by breath.

In time her breaths evened out. They were inside. She wasn't going to fall, the island wasn't going to drop out of the sky because it was on the ground and that is the lie she seared into her mind more than anything else.

[complicatedliar]

He could be exceedingly patient when he wished, and he brought that patience to bear. He continued his soothing count until she seemed to have calmed sufficiently, then simply sat quietly and waited.

[fleurdesel]

When she could breathe, when she could uncurl and move away without feeling as though she was about to burst from her own skin, Adele did so. Hardly graceful, sliding out of Loki's lap- she'd been in his lap how about that - and to the opposite side of the alcove, legs crossed. Between the cramped space and Loki's long limbs their knees rested against each other's and that, oddly enough, made her snort a bitter laugh. Wiped at her face to clean it before she looked up, still a little wired.

"...you understand, now, what I meant?"

[complicatedliar]

Loki made no protest or attempt to hold her. Instead, he simply clasped his hands loosely over his belly. His eyebrows went up. "Hm?"

[fleurdesel]

"...it's a medical condition. An. Infuriating one, but something that can be treated. I'm actually on my medication now. Not that it did much." She snorted, massaging her face.

[complicatedliar]

...ugh. Rude of her, to just bring up something so personal like that. "You are mortal," Loki said, as if that was the only necessary answer. And really, if this was what happened with medication and other interventions, it seemed more an argument to him that such things did not work.

[fleurdesel]

"Given sufficient force even you can bleed and die, Loki." Not precisely in of the mind to humor him as she normally might, and far too strung out to be wholly civil. She ought to drop the subject. Of course, she didn't.

"I've only been working with Ben on this for a year. It's not something that just goes away overnight."

[complicatedliar]

Yes, and he'd only been battling this problem with self control for a few months. "That may be true," he said calmly. "But I am not so delicate as you. Fear of heights, is it?"

[fleurdesel]

"Heights, flying, falling." The last more than the first two by a large margin. Heights and flying were not so terrible save for the potential for a fall. "Perhaps treating it with you might be something easily done, with sufficient research."

[complicatedliar]

"There is nothing so clear that sets off my rather pathetic attacks," he said. "And you had just implied such matters are not simple, easy, or swift."

[fleurdesel]

"Which is where 'with sufficient research' comes in. When you understand the problem it is easier to solve than when you've no idea what it is." She shrugged and tugged her knees up to her chest, looping her arms around them. "...references to past trauma would be my guess. At least that is what caused it when I was fifteen."

[complicatedliar]

No, he did not like this at all. He did not want to be researched. "I think perhaps at the moment, you ought to be more concerned about yourself," he observed mildly, then rose to his feet.

"Trauma," he muttered, a bit louder than he intended, unable to hear himself. "Feh."

[fleurdesel]

"Focusing on anything and everything aside from my own issues is a coping mechanism. Keeps me from remembering we're. In the air." A shudder rippled through her frame, her arms went tight around her knees, but she didn't slip back into a panic.

"The most clinical way of putting it, yes. I'm loathe to repeat the phrase itself."

[complicatedliar]

"If you wish, I will escort you to where the other healers may be," he said. That would certainly give her something else for focus.

He snorted. "Unpleasant things happen all the time, Adele. I'm not much of a god if I cannot handle that fact, yes?"

[fleurdesel]

"I would appreciate that." Work. Work helped to a degree, and certainly would help her now.

She uncurled from where she sat bit by bit, stretching out in jittery motions before frowning at Loki. "Last time I said it you pinned me to a wall by my jaw. And then I had a panic attack. One a day is enough for me."

[complicatedliar]

He closed his lips in a thin line for a moment. "A regrettable lapse of self-control on my part. Though also not something that should be said around me in general unless a fight is desired, yes?" Really, if she'd been nearly anyone else, he likely would have gone on to kill her and not hesitated.

[fleurdesel]

"You were not yourself." Well. He was and wasn't- he'd just been the worst parts of himself bundled up with all that anger and given a perfectly convenient, helpless target. She'd been lucky Clint had been able to talk him down. That he'd hesitated at all from simply snapping her neck. The reminder, however, was chilling. Lent an extra edge of anxiety, of wariness to her words and motions.

"Those. Threads-" She gestured to his wrist. "After the failed attempt to remove them. I do not know if I'd call that a fit or catharsis. The rest I have not seen for myself in their entirety- at least not well enough to know the trigger."

[complicatedliar]

"Why are we still speaking of this?" he asked. "I'd much rather talk about my kitten. Or nearly anything else."

[fleurdesel]

"Because Ben is not here and I can't feel anything from him and I don't know if they've killed him and we're on a floating island over hostile territory and-" She cut herself off with a growled swear. Pressed her face into her hands and tried to breathe. Managed it. "What is her name?"

[complicatedliar]

He regarded her calmly. "I understand well wishing to have something else to consider. We shall speak of my kitten instead of my personal shortcomings, yes? My kitten's name is Sif. She seems to have a passion for tearing papers to bits."

[fleurdesel]

"Medical issues. Not personal failings." It's the last she had to say on the matter and she said so quite firmly. Painting them in a negative light wouldn't help him- it certainly never helped her.

"...has she started finding her way onto the book you intend to read as of yet?"

[complicatedliar]

"I find that hard to believe if a healer cannot fix it, hm?" He shrugged. It certainly wasn't something that ever got seen by the healers in Asgard. Well, that's because none of the bloody perfect warriors in Asgard ever had that sort of weakness, likely.

"If I am foolish enough to leave them open, yes."

[fleurdesel]

"Your healers use magic rocks." She would leave it at that. Honestly. Magic. Rocks. It's not as though they needed a magical PTSD, Bi-Polar, Anxiety Attack rock to prescribe until now, though, was it?

"How often might that be?"

[complicatedliar]

"Do you have any conception of how sophisticated a rock must be in order to do something other than be thrown at things with the intention of denting them?" he asked, amused. "They work very well. We could do with them here. You wouldn't forever be sewing people back together."

He laughed. "Only once."

[fleurdesel]

"If I spend less time sewing people back together I'll have more time to bother you." Banter. Banter would be good. It'd be normal and not whatever that shuddering mess she'd been was.

"Mine used to steal my chair if I left it to fetch tea. Luminair and Maggir have taken over that in the time I've lived here."