Post by Jackie on Feb 23, 2022 21:00:28 GMT -5
The dimming skies above the canopies of Korin Forest provided fading red shimmers crossed the many clouds hanging overhead. The end of the day arrived, and Jackie had finally removed any and all problematic remains of the lookout from the earth. Those blocking paths, village homes, and threatened falling against off the sides of cliffs. The rest remained untouched, a reminder of what had happened just above her head. By the time she lifted the last stone, she had exhausted herself. A remarkable feat considering her current status as the world's strongest human.
The other peoples of the Karinga Tribe offered the long sun monk some respite and food for the late evening, but she felt it necessary to decline. Only taking a morsel for herself and trekking just outside the perimeter of the site. Catching a glimpse of her conjured tents she made for them prior, still having that slight luster of the sun about them in the darkness that settled in the shade of trees. She was kinda happy she could do that, at least for them. It was the least she can offer after getting some of their own hurt and their tribe partly destroyed.
She'd be sat near her own little campsite. Having built a small campfire and rudimentary tools to accompany her real sleeping bag and tent. She never did get to bring out her hiking equipment, not since she set out to help the world. Figured a bit of nostalgia for using her old equipment would be right for a night like this. Alone, to think on everything. She still had to get her strength up, and get to name. Here's hoping nothing bad has happened yet either.
...
The fires of her camp were natural past the ignition she made herself, a few sticks of the camping variety sat on a log next to her. Along with a container of marshmallows and hotdogs. And a wooden plate of cooked rabbit, which she nibbled on between holding one of the sticks out over the flame to roast some marshmallows. It was a sort of homely feeling most wouldn't understand back in her city. That small flickering light provided a meaningful warmth and light.
But, for a moment, she found herself staring long and hard at the fire. Animating before her eyes, like a living thing. It wiggled, dancing around the firewood a moment before moving its tipped flames back. Like a head was tilted to look back at Jackie. She was familiar with this flame by now. She saw it in the dark depths of her subconscious when she was knocked out. And glimpses of it beforehand fighting against Faustus. Sesame. It never spoke, never addressed her. Only gave her memories and visions of the past. Mostly auditory.
She doubted it was anything by a lingering pain of the mind. But the closer she got towards her goals it grew. Both literally, and figuratively, as it seemed to be emboldened by her desperate attempts to save people. Close, far, and herself. Usual failures. She's been told time and time again by friends and foe alike why she was inadequate. She was mortal. She was weak. She was only human.
Her soul longed to burn.
Jackie would be caught staring for so long that her marshmallows at the end of her stick would catch aflame. Jackie wouldn't even be aware of it while in this trance. All of what she saw before her was an apparent illusion of the mind, so to anyone outside it'd just seem like she was daydreaming.
Thread PL: 83,000
Current PL: 5 (Suppressed)
WC: 605
The other peoples of the Karinga Tribe offered the long sun monk some respite and food for the late evening, but she felt it necessary to decline. Only taking a morsel for herself and trekking just outside the perimeter of the site. Catching a glimpse of her conjured tents she made for them prior, still having that slight luster of the sun about them in the darkness that settled in the shade of trees. She was kinda happy she could do that, at least for them. It was the least she can offer after getting some of their own hurt and their tribe partly destroyed.
She'd be sat near her own little campsite. Having built a small campfire and rudimentary tools to accompany her real sleeping bag and tent. She never did get to bring out her hiking equipment, not since she set out to help the world. Figured a bit of nostalgia for using her old equipment would be right for a night like this. Alone, to think on everything. She still had to get her strength up, and get to name. Here's hoping nothing bad has happened yet either.
...
The fires of her camp were natural past the ignition she made herself, a few sticks of the camping variety sat on a log next to her. Along with a container of marshmallows and hotdogs. And a wooden plate of cooked rabbit, which she nibbled on between holding one of the sticks out over the flame to roast some marshmallows. It was a sort of homely feeling most wouldn't understand back in her city. That small flickering light provided a meaningful warmth and light.
But, for a moment, she found herself staring long and hard at the fire. Animating before her eyes, like a living thing. It wiggled, dancing around the firewood a moment before moving its tipped flames back. Like a head was tilted to look back at Jackie. She was familiar with this flame by now. She saw it in the dark depths of her subconscious when she was knocked out. And glimpses of it beforehand fighting against Faustus. Sesame. It never spoke, never addressed her. Only gave her memories and visions of the past. Mostly auditory.
She doubted it was anything by a lingering pain of the mind. But the closer she got towards her goals it grew. Both literally, and figuratively, as it seemed to be emboldened by her desperate attempts to save people. Close, far, and herself. Usual failures. She's been told time and time again by friends and foe alike why she was inadequate. She was mortal. She was weak. She was only human.
Her soul longed to burn.
Jackie would be caught staring for so long that her marshmallows at the end of her stick would catch aflame. Jackie wouldn't even be aware of it while in this trance. All of what she saw before her was an apparent illusion of the mind, so to anyone outside it'd just seem like she was daydreaming.
Thread PL: 83,000
Current PL: 5 (Suppressed)
WC: 605