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[ The night felt terribly warm to Vanyel when he jerked awake in his bed, feeling frozen after wrenching himself free of the ice-plane nightmare. He thought he was done with it, but i had crept up on him without warning, like it had been waiting for him to let his guard down from the Event Horizon disaster and strike him when he was weakest.

He slid out of bed, drawing on a thicker jerkin and trousers, forgoing boots for the reason it would take to long to escape the room, to make his way out of the cloying space and into the halls, down the steps, towards the outside, towards fresh, warm air. He could feel the prick of Yfandes in the back of his mind, a sleepy poke, but concerned, soothing her to quiet though his own mind was troubled.

Feet tapped quietly through the halls, quiet dim, but he did not wish to bother anyone with witch lights.

And that was when searing pain shot through his big toe, and he yelped loudly, a string of Talydras curses pouring forth from his mouth. Of course, his journal had been jostled open, so some people might be woken by rather eloquent swearing. It's just as good as bird song, really, even if it is the middle of the night.

After he had worked through the shocking pain (really, how was something like a stubbed toe so painful?), he swept up his journal and continued out to the gardens, this time with witch lights floating slightly above his head and in front of him. He would apologize later if he woke anyone, but for now he needed the escape to the warmth, to nature, the safety of something bigger than his small room. ]

[ooc: feel free to growl at him for possibly waking you up or find him in the gardens and tell him to put out that damn light, lol]

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[ Vanyel decided that taking Luke outside was probably a good idea. He had less things to magic that way. It was not a major problem, not yet, and Vanyel thanked all the heavens for that. He was taking the time today to introduce Luke to Yfandes, who had taken to the child immediately, if not really been able to help on the magic front. Vanyel had suspected as much, given the nature of Companions and he almost wished Yfandes had dropped a foal the previous year that might have been ready to bond Luke...

Well, nothing for it now. He was walking near the edges of the garden, Luke on Yfandes' back, squealing loudly in delight as he 'rode' the mare. Vanyel had complete faith in Yfandes - he would not let his child fall, though he was there beside them the entire time, quietly encouraging his son and just glad that nothing had gone magically wrong for the past few hours. There was mercy yet to be had from the gods...

Luke occupied and relatively safe, he opened the journal, sitting down on a nearby bench as Yfandes walked in a small circle bare feet away.]

Ah, I suppose I should say this whilst I have the chance.

To anyone who has had things gone missing or moved oddly, well, I think it might have been Luke. He does not mean it, only it seems Duke's and my magic have crossed in him and a different breed of magic. It is relatively harmless, but in odd moments it seems to flare.

Daddy! See! Horsey!

Haha, yes, Luke, I see you. Doing wonderful!

If anyone has had something go missing, let me know. I have the Fetching gift, and if giving ample discription, I should be able to return the object without to much issue.

[ And with that he lays the journal aside in order to rise and go to his son, squirming on Yfandes' back, asking to get down so he can feed the horsey. ]

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[ Vanyel knew he should have told the others, should have said something - but he was sure they knew when they took the count of the bodies in the clinic. But he couldn't make himself do it. It wasn't in him to announce that sort of thing, he had faced it enough times in years prior. Facing it again...

Well, it wasn't up to it. Especially not with Clow. It hurt and he wasn't up for it. He could have staid in his room, but he was afraid he would dream there, and he never had good experiences with dealing with sorrow locked in a room. So he needed to be outside, away from his room, and definitely away from the clinic. His happiest times had always been with the Tayledras, in their trees, in their forests, so maybe he should go there. He wished this place had the Tayledras baths with their cascading falls and heats, but he would have to make due with height.

So out he went into the gardens, seeking out a tree, any tree. He found one swiftly enough, scrambling up and embarrassed for how much scrambling he actually did and sincerely hoped that no one saw it. His brothers would have been shamed - even his niece would have found it shameful. He worked himself up to the branch and sat back, sighing as he leaned back against the trunk, legs dangling on either side of the branch.

After a moment he took out the journal, began to scratch at it - ]

It might be selfish right now, but if anyone could... I would appreciate music of some sort. I would play some myself, but I can't. So I have to ask a favor, which I promise to repay. Just a song, that's all. Please.

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[ It was a bit late, but not to late, so he thought he might say this while he still had it on his mind. It seemed pertinent, to a degree, and it felt good to concentrate on something that was not what they had seen before bed. Nightmares were not a thing he needed or welcomed. ]

I suppose it is a good thing I never really got the construction of the salle under way before that earthquake hit and we set out. It would not have fair well, I think.

But since we are back, and we have quite a few new people, it would seem, I think I shall begin its construction again in earnest. A proper place to train would be welcome, at least for me personally, but anyone will be welcome to use the building once it is finished.

If anyone cares to, I could use help in its construction - it would go faster with extra hands.

peacockherald

[ Backdated to April 13-14 ]

[ Vanyel was aware it was a trick of the Castle, but at times he would find himself pausing when he caught sight of himself in mirrors, when he saw the shadow looming behind him, and his breath would quicken, his heart beat painfully. Things he had thought he'd come to accept were suddenly pulsing inside his mind, whispering wicked things, things he could not run from with them burned onto his very skin.

His lips were crusted with ice crystals, as were his hands, though the ice on his hands was tinted pink from the stains of blood. Around his throat were scrawled, in deep and jagged black ink, the words to a spell he had not heard or thought of in a long time, but how could he forget them? How could he forget them falling from Tylendel's lips, the spell that would seal the fate of the moments to come? His shadow loomed behind him, disproportionate to himself - taller, broader, a thick set man - a man who's shadow he knew well.

He went out to try tend to the animals, but they panicked at the stench emanating from his chest. Only Yfandes seemed able to stand him, and while that was comforting, it hurt that he could not work with animals he loved so. And since that was out of the question, he often found himself in the library, looking through books, anything to keep his mind off things. At least, with hands iced, he had no worry of tripping blood everywhere...]

[ Today - Water Guns Ahoy! ]

[ It felt so good to be clean! To be free of those reminders of his past and the things that had happened. He was still wet when he ran out to Yfandes, leaping onto her without waiting for saddle or bridle - both of which were more for his comfort that necessity. Grinning, he gripped her with his thighs and she dashed off, Vanyel gripping the water gun against his thigh as one hand fisted into her silken mane. He was heading for the town, though he kept an eye out for anyone on the way who had not yet been showered by an elephant or learned of the way to get their stains washed from them.

And he did so enjoy helping people. It was what he did. ]

[ooc: So Vanyel is riding around on Yfandes like a loan ranger, and he'll squirt anyone who asks for it and spread the good news, if you haven't yet run into an elephant! ]

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[ So, space had been... interesting. Yes, let's use the word interesting for that in the hopes that it will not entire break his mind. He had heard of such things, from the books and from the people, but going there himself? It set his mind reeling and even Yfandes could make little of it. But as ever she counseled him to take it all in stride, since what else could they do in this world? At times, he rather thought he would be lost without his Companion.

And in deference to that, Vanyel would be sitting outside today, on the edges of the garden, finding a tree to shelter them and call, for the moment, home. Behind him was settled Yfandes, legs tucked up nicely and grazing slowly on what grass was easily in reach of her as well as munching now and then on an apple and a sweet Vanyel had placed on a small cloth for her. It seemed she was judiciously balancing munching on grass and taking bites of her treats, making them last. Vanyel lay back against her white side, his black hair stark in contrast.

Above him flittered mage-lights, drifting around and around in a pattern with soft blue-white light. It was silly expense of his magic, but it was good practice. Mage-lights were more delicate than they seemed, and creating more than one at once an even more delicate thing. He had been lax, and it was not a good for him to be out of practice like that. Even powerful mages needed to go over the basics, and it helped him think. Think about.. a lot of things.

And his concentrating made him less aware of those things around him, more easily surprised, but then, that was what Yfandes was for - not that a horse near the gardens didn't garner some attention in and of itself. ]

( Clow )

( Duke )

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[ Perhaps in a sudden melancholy brought on by the disappearance of so many in recent weeks, and of the aging shift that took place, Vanyel has had a particular question on his mind...]

I know this might seem to be coming out of nowhere and perhaps a bit dark, but, please indulge me if you will.

I have heard the stories and the theories and assertions that when we are sent home, if we are sent home, we are returned to the time and place at which we were originally taken, as if our worlds had stopped in our absence. How many of you believe this is true? Can something truly be so powerful? And do you fear what has happened in your absence, if it is not?

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As some of you may know, recently there have been wards put up for the protection of the people of the Castle. While I believe some are permanent, mine will need recharging now and then. A fact I wish I could avoid, but with a node to connect the casting to, it must draw energy from a far more finite source.

So, I would ask that if anyone is interested, I would teach them how to recharge the spell in the event that I am no longer able to. It is not hard, but we would need to see how are magics mesh. If you want to, please either contact me, or meet me in the Chimera Headquarters at one o'clock.

( Filter to Clow )

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In the interest of keeping a "New Year's Resolution", as they are called, Yfandes has convinced me to go into town and pick her up some sweets. Now, I love Yfandes, but even she admits she loves sweets a bit to much and it has lead her to become a bit to big for her saddle girth at times. So, in the interest of helping her in her own Resolution, I have hidden the sweets I bought around the grounds in small, red cloths, buried beneath the snow or hidden in spaces. If you find them before she does, you are free to have them.

[He won't tell you what's in them, but mostly they are hard candies or apples he wished up - things the can handle the cold, but are protected in those little red cloths.]

If you come and find me, down at the stables, I just might give you hints to where the best are hidden.

[In the background, as he talks, you can hear a somewhat irritated, perhaps even shrill, neigh and the stamp of a hoof, followed by a laugh from Vanyel and an indignant horsey snort.]

I wish you all good luck. Again, I will be in the barn if you want any hints.

[And if you do come to the barn, he's sitting outside of Yfandes' box stall today, sitting on his equipment trunk, working on her saddle and bridle kit, polishing the silver and making sure the leather is kept supple in this cold weather]

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[ Dictated ]

[There is a cough to announce someone is trying to get attention, though it doesn't seem overly concerned with if it does or not.]

I think I will be moving out to the barn for the time being. I find myself... uncomfortable in the Castle right now, so if you need me, I shall be sleeping with Yfandes in her stall. I will come up now and then, but if it is all right with you all, I think I shall keep away from it as much as perfectly possible.

Also... what are those strange little black and white creatures running about?

[/ end Dictated]

[ If you actually want to find Vanyel, he is, yes indeed, in Yfandes' stall in the barn. His bed is a camp roll set along one edge of the stall, nestle don warm, clean hay. Yfandes herself seems content to stand close and munch on her food, not at all bothered. It was not the first time her Chosen had chosen to reside in her stall, though at least this time he was not hiding from an overly zealous girl.

Aaaand maybe Vanyel has gotten some hay stuck in his hair while he's at it.]

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[ Well, it seems another year has passed in Paradisa with the rising of the Christmas Decorations. The thought makes Vanyel, for a moment, surprised and not a bit forlorn. A year. He remembered this from the last season. A full year has passed, being stuck in this world. A year away from his home. How much had changed at home? Were the safe? Had anyone realized he was missing yet? Was he presumed dead? Had the bell tolled for him?

They were sudden, dark questions for what he knew to be a supposedly excited and happy time of year, so he shook his head. He could do little on it, so thinking about it would do him no good, not in the long run, and he could already feel the dark thoughts worrying Yfandes. So he shoved them away and grabbed his coat to head outside into the gardens, journal as always tucked up with him.

He meandered through the gardens, and after a moment he pulled out the journal as his boots crunched.]

It suddenly dawned on me... I believe I have been here nearly a year now... It is... startling, to say the least. I had not thought a year could turn so fast, but it has. It will be my second time to celebrate this 'Christmas' holiday, my second time to see a winter pass through these lands.

[There is a quiet pause, save for the crunching of his boots on the path.]

And I have to admit, I am not sorry for my being here, for the most part. Is that strange? Is it normal to not resent this place as much as you thought you might, after so long?

[He leaves it at that for awhile, continuing to walk about the gardens, and finally begins to head inside, when he sees a most curious thing. It seems to be something humanoid, though on closer inspection it is made of wood and if he had to guess is dressed something like a soldier. Certainly it is a uniform of some sort, is it not?

He toyed with the little figure, brows puckered, and opened the journal once more.]

Would someone explain to me what these little doll men are? I've found one by the garden doors. Did someone lose one, though I think I've seen a passing few others around the Castle.

[ooc: Open kissing post!! Both planned and unplanned, or no kisses at all, your choice ~ Come and get some Christmas sugar ~]

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[ Dictated ]

First things first, I suppose. To anyone I was rude to during the... event, please, accept my sincere apologies. I was not myself, but I am sure you all know that by now, but nonetheless, it was unacceptable behavior.

And on to the second thing, I am taking Yfandes down to the town to get proper snow shoes put on. If no one minds, I was going to take several of the other horses down as well. I know some of them here have owners, so I do not wish to over step my bounds. Let me know if any are off limits, though I am happy to take anyone's down.

Since I'll be in town, I don't mind running some errands if anyone needs anything. Yfandes can handle herself while the shoes are going on, some I will have some spare time.

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[ That said (and feeling like he might be making a small recompense for the trouble he no doubt caused when he was infected), he tucks his journal into his coat and looks over to Yfandes, who is waiting patiently for him by the entrance to the barn. She is wrapped in a dark purple-blue blanket with the pegasus rampant on the rump (like a cutie mark). Her legs are also wrapped in the same color with sheep's wool poking out from the top. His breath misted and he smiled, patting her warm neck and receiving a gentle nuzzle in return.

Quietly, the pair began to head for the village, that is, until Yfandes got it in her head to play a game.

She nudged Vanyel and he laughed, and a mage-light appeared. Grinning, he set it after Yfandes, who brayed and cantered off to avoid it. She might be a lady, but she needed her days to have fun too and to prove she was still a filly at heart and in body. Vanyel grinned and trotted after her, the mage-light flickering this way and that as Yfandes twisted and spun, graceful as a ballerina, hooves chiming merrily.]

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[ Paradisa, see that pretty white horse? Well, she's hauling butt from the fields towards where Vanyel's glass casket is in the garden. She had been out at the fields to graze a bit so she didn't hurt the garden when she felt it. He was back. He wasn't dreaming, he was back.

Except, when she got there, all that was different was that the glass top of the casket had somehow shifted into glass-formed flowers around his still prone body.

Yes, Vanyel was still asleep, or at least, it seemed that way. Perhaps he was trying to wake up and it was just hard to, considering he had been asleep for a month. She tried nudging him, but nothing happened, he remained sleeping.

Maybe he needed some extra incentive?]

[ooc: shake him, slap him, punch him, kiss him - try and wake him up however you like ~]

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[ Vanyel thought he should be worried that he knew exactly where he was when he woke up, why, and that he was not surprised. Some people would freak out, but no, he knew. He had been in here more than once more - both here in Para and in his own world. If anyone had stripped him down during an examination, they would see reasons why. Right now he definitely knew the reason with his pounding headache and the aches that sizzle throughout his body. He should have stayed asleep longer, but after all these years doing what he did, he just couldn't. Not in one straight shot, at least.

But yay, the clinic, again. Yfandes was going to kill him, wasn't she?

For those wanting to visit, Vanyel would be in and out of wakefulness throughout the day in short spurts, usually driven back to sleep by pain, nausea, or both. At least someone had given him things to help with the dreams. He didn't want to go to that cold place. He hated that, more than anything, he thought.

And yes, most of the time he is waiting for someone to come and chew him out, because he is fairly sure he did not get into the clinic by Yfandes' powers alone.]

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It had been nagging at Vanyel ever since that young Lady Luthor had brought up the issue of safety preparedness in case of attack. He could set up shields, but did anyone really have a way out of the Castle in case it was attacked? He had no idea if it had any sort of secret tunnels, and frankly he had no wish to go exploring for them either - not sure if he wanted to brave the places beneath the Castle. Besides, there was no guarantee of those tunnels existing or surviving an attack either, or if someone else had previous knowledge of them.

Well, he had a possible way out. His Gates. He knew they did not work if he tried to go home, but what if he tried to place people far beyond the Castle's sphere? Could he open one into the Dead Zone or further, back where that temple they had visited had been? Yes, magic went null there, but would that still be true if the source of the magic was from elsewhere? He was confident he could open it near the Zone, but further would be better in case of a full out assault, he thought.

Yfandes, of course, had her concerns, but he reminded her of their last experience getting out of a Castle at the last minute this way, and how he really had no wish to repeat it. She could only agree, and also knew she could not stop him if he had his mind to it. At least he had come out to the barn to attempt this, not wanting any of his magics to backlash across the people in the Castle proper, and he could avoid harming the horses by taking them all out to pasture.

With a secure barn, and no one else around to potentially get hurt, he began his work, reaching in, drawing on his power since he had no other real source to tap. He began fashioning the anchors, envisioning where he wanted the Gate to open. He could see it, bright and clear, was sending his Gate out to connect....

( And the rest is behind here, otherwise this might be a small novel )
ooc: Basically Vanyel is unconcious, so most of your interaction will be with Yfandes. If you can hear Mind Speech, she might try to talk to you, but otherwise she will just be a very, very pushy mare.

ooc-2: No more rescues ^^ I think it is safe to say he has been rescued, though if you are wondering what is happening Yfandes is happy to give an explanation still.

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( Clow )

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I actually spoke with this with someone a little bit ago, and now that some of the excitement from the fair has died down...

Would anyone be interested in building an actual salle for us to practice with blades in? For those who might not be familiar with the term - I am unsure if it is exclusive to my world - it is a special building used for the sole practice of martial weapons. A safe, place, you could say, that protects outsiders from getting in the way and provides a safe haven for those who wish to practice the sword arts.

It will take many hours of labor, but I think it will be beneficial in the long run, and I cannot do it alone - if I can at all. We shall have to see if this... Castle is even willing, I suppose.

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[Vanyel is... well, floored to say the least by all this. His world had fairs, but there was nothing like this. The closest they came to a 'ride' was pony or hay rides for the children, and maybe a may pole or two, but nothing like this. Glittering ferris wheels, high-speed tilt-a-whirls, screaming roller coasters, foods that had no right existing, games that made no sense and he was sure were rigged,

It was basically one big giant jumble in his head and he is currently sitting on a bench, peering up at the questionable security of the ferris wheel and cringing at the screams from the near roller coasters and swings. Why? Why would you go on that thing in purpose? Thankfully, Yfandes was staying away, more than happy to let him deal with it up close as she watched from afar.

Of course, if there was one thing he had to say, the invention of this pop corn was quite delicious and wonderfully salty. He was currently licking his fingers clean of the salt and butter, glaring at the ferris wheel.

No, no he was not getting on that or anything else. No.]

Is this how all fairs are in the more advanced worlds? Why would you get on anything called a 'Screamer' of any sort?

[ooc: talk back to him through the journals or force him onto a ride ~ Have fun! And, no, he is not a peacock, it just the only icon with the appropriate expression, lol]

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[Well, it has been... an eventful start to the month, some in good ways, and some not. The not was what was getting to him today, finally able to start absorbing it.

Apollo was gone.

It felt to much like when he was at home. Going away and coming back, only to find out that people he cared for numbered less and less. The numbers dwindled, slowly, chipped away by an unseen hand, and it struck him deep. He had cared for Apollo, he truly had, and his absence was felt. For once, Yfandes did not offer quips, only quiet support through their bond, and Vanyel instead sought distraction.

In this case, it came in the form on the horses.

Standing with halters ready, he used Yfandes to herd horses to him one by one. He haltered them and brought them slightly away from the paddock and tied them to rings on the outside of the barn to begin giving them an exam, checking their legs, hooves, the beating of their hearts, the way they breathed, the color of their gums, ears, eyes, and overall bodies. It might be considered mundane work, but he had grown up with horses, his family had made a reputation of breeding some of the best. It was a nice way to just... let go, distract himself, concentrate on something new.

Sorry, if he's rounding up your horse and if Yfandes nips one or two to put them in place. She's a bit of a bossy mare, she is, but he loves her.]

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[Vanyel is in the library, looking through books about music. It aggrivated him some that he could read amount music and hum it in his head, but try and produce a sound through his lips and - nothing. His fingers couldn't come close to strings or wood or metal and it made him itch all over. But, he found the music of the other worlds equally intriguing, and enjoyed reading up on 'bands' and famous songs through years. It seemed the 'Earth' types were full of them.

He sat back in his chair, having finished reading about some group called 'The Beatles', and considered the journal.]

Does anyone ever wonder why it is some of us have skills taken away, others memories, some items? It makes one wonder what sort of system this Castle has in place to determine such things, or if it is completely random somehow.

I like to think it has some sort of system, just because I don't like thinking my luck is that cruelly bad.

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