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Bea Liatris ([info]stubbornfoodie) wrote in [info]heureuxlake,
@ 2024-07-09 19:49:00

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Entry tags:Δ complete, Δ threads, → bea liatris, → michael price, ∞ 2000: 07, ◦ heureux lake

RP: There is danger, but there is fun
Who: Bea Liatris, Michael Price
What: Storm brings opportunities
When: Early evening, 9th July
Where: Clearing in the woods around TT Lake
Warnings: Don't try this at home!
Completion Status: Complete


Checking the weather was a daily habit for Bea. Not necessarily because they cared about how wet or sunny it might be, but more because they were interested in wind speeds and storm fronts. It was good to know ahead of time what sort of raw power there might be around. It was also good for them to know when they might be able to go out and practice.

On Tuesday Bea had barely needed to check the report and instead had packed an armful of metal spikes in the back of their car when they headed for the cafe and left their staff in the office rather than placing it on the wall as usual. The painted replica would fool almost everyone, especially when they were around to thread a hint of glamour.

By lunchtime they could feel the anticipation building in themself not just the air and when it reached 4.30 they told their trusted manager that they were taking off, having already given the head's up that it would be a day they weren't there until close. They drove up to the lake and the nearest parking lot to the clearing they had scoped out several years before. They used the shelter of the car to change into pants that were much easier to move in than their usual suit, and a top that reminded them of isobars. Grabbing staff, spikes, a warning triangle from their emergency kit and a fire blanket just in case they trekked out to the clearing, put the warning sign near the end of the path, set up a large circle of spikes, and set about waiting.

As the rain began they started to move from their calm sentry position, their staff spinning, using the power of the wind to whip away most of the rain. They moved smoothly through the first in a series of exercises they had learned almost 300 years ago when they joined the royal guard. It was like a dance, very different to court dances or even modern dance, far closer to martial arts, and very much deadly. This was proven as the their chest expanded when the potential in the air became too great and an upward swing of their copper staff brought lightning crashing down through the staff, then, directed by their power, out to the metal spear just to the right of the path entrance. As they breathed out again they whipped around threading the rapidly diminishing lightning to the next spike and the next, each pole dissipating a little more of the charge into the earth. The look of calm contentment and concentration on their face would likely not reassure anyone who came across them, especially as it transitioned to delight.

Just then they saw movement and spun toward it, hand out. "NO!" Their voice was loud, pushing out with the Charm they almost never used, but they didn't want anyone coming closer, it was far too dangerous.



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[info]mickeyprice
2024-07-13 05:01 pm UTC (link)
The word father still felt weird when he talked about Zeus but at Astrid's behest he kept doing it, promising that it would get easier. "God of thunder and dominion over the sky." Pulling up to the clearing he didn't know why but the idea that he might feel something sitting in a place his father touched in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"I knew it." Michael's heart leapt seeing the lightning being drawn to the clearing, a clear sign of his fathers' power. He broke out into a run down the small path, lifting his legs higher so as to not trip over whatever errant roots would be bowing up from the ground. The idea that he could sit in the middle of a storm when his father threw lightning had something old rising up in him, a calmness mixed with the excitement at bearing witness to such primordial powers.

A shout stopped him dead in his tracks, Dad? he thought before being pushed back by a gust of wind, his back hitting the hard ground away from the clearing's center. "Not dad." A shade of disappointment in his voice. Metal spikes spaced in a circle and someone with a staff looking at him with the intensity of the elements currently surrounding them coursing through them, the way it courses through the gods.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-07-13 09:09 pm UTC (link)
The push of the wind had been instinctual thanks to their training rather than a conscious choice, and probably more than some of the more fragile folks should endure. They took a deep breath and dissipated their hold on any of the electricity building in the air and wreathed air around themself more closely, taking off at a run towards the figure.

"Are you okay? Did you not see the warning sign?" Bea called as they got closer. They looked at the person they had pushed back, staff still in hand. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to hurt you, but the other way would have been worse." They extended their wreathing of air that kept out the worst of the rain from the other figure.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-07-13 09:48 pm UTC (link)
"Just the wind knocked out of me." Clamoring to his feet he saw the triangle they were talking about before he looked back at the concerned face looking down at him, "Lightning has never really frightened me. Though that wind was new to me, was all that you?" The disappointment still evident in his voice that his father hadn't been creating the localized strikes.

"I was actually expecting someone else when I ran in, you didn't happen to see an eagle or anything odd like that?" If she had been throwing lightning he assumed she wouldn't find his inquiry too odd.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-07-13 11:13 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, sorry about that, I don't tend to want people nearby when I'm practicing," they said. He had got to his feet before they could offer him a hand and his next words surprised them enough that Bea sent out a tendril of magic to check he wasn't someone from the Winter Court that they didn't recognise. "Mostly me, but I'm exploiting the potential of the weather," they hazarded. They still weren't sure why this man didn't seem scared of the lightning, because even though he didn't read as Winter Court, or even Fae from what they could tell, he was certainly telling the truth.

The question took them by surprise. "No, any creatures with sense or without my skillset are probably sheltering away from the elements right now," they said. "Who were you expecting? I've never seen anyone else out here before in a storm."

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-07-14 01:15 am UTC (link)
"Would you believe Zeus?" He'd already gotten tossed back by her magic, what was the worst she could say at the mention of a Greek god? "I met him here once for a talk, I thought he was the one throwing lightning." Now that he was speaking it out loud it sounded silly, the wish of a child that had never truly known his father.

"The storm is one of the few times I've ever felt close to him." Even if it hadn't been his father, he wondered why he'd been drawn to this point in particular. He could've sat on his balcony and enjoyed the same feeling and connection, right?

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-07-14 11:47 am UTC (link)
The Greek Pantheon was not at all what they had imagined he would say, but a few moments of reflection suggested it made sense.  And their search for fae magic had come up cold, but human was certainly not the extent of his being. "There are a lot of things I'd believe," they said. "And lightning is one of his major powers, if I recall correctly. I'm sorry to disappoint." And he truly was disappointed, they could see that much.

Tilting their head they considered him - and they were fairly sure he/him was the correct choice - not fae, but with such a close knowledge of Zeus... "I'm Bea Liatris, Winter fae with most of my skills in wind and lighting, they/them pronouns," they said, holding out a hand. "And I'm guessing you're one of Zeus's many children?" That much they remembered.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-07-14 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Michael nodded in confirmation, "I just got my hopes up. It's nice to meet you. Michael, he/him." He didn't assume he needed to add his own pronouns but it felt like the right thing to do when they pointed out their own.

"I am, and I think one of his only in the immediate area." He shrugged, this whole seeking a relationship with his god father made him feel like he knew less about who he actually was. "How do you do it?" He asked, trying to focus less on the lack of information he had about his parentage and more on the machine they'd set up in the clearing.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-07-15 12:18 am UTC (link)
"I try to keep up with what sort of powers at least are in the area, but I don't especially know of any other children of Zeus, or anything lighting based I can think of," they said, trying to flick through their mental rolodex of local supes. There were a couple of Winter Court adjacent folks, but they didn't think either had lightning powers.

The frowned at him and almost asked what he meant, but the pieces clicked into place just in time. "The lightning?" Bea asked and then sighed hugely as they tried to work out how to explain. They had only ever done so for other fae, and mostly those with potential aptitude or need to control it. "Partly I have my staff, which is copper and spelled to help channel my power. The storm makes it easier because of the charge in the air," they said. Most fae they knew had some inherent sense of their own power, whether they had been taught how to use it or not, and they hoped Michael was the same. "Do you have any part of your father's power?" They didn't want to start giving demonstrations if they didn't know how in danger he might be out here.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-07-24 03:58 pm UTC (link)
Michael started to shake his head, as far as he knew he had none of his father's power. He wasn't strong like his other siblings, but still in the middle of a thunderstorm he'd felt a pull back to this spot. The last place his father touched. "This might be a bit of a stretch, but I felt drawn to this place. Thunderstorms are calming and I've found myself walking through torrential downpours before just to feel close to him." He didn't know if they would understand.

"This was the last place we spoke face to face, well his human face to face." Even as his son he knew that he would never see his father's true face unless he ascended to Olympus and that didn't seem likely to happen even at the end of his lifetime. "I'd like to see what you can do, he's the only one that I know of that can harness lightning's unbridled power."

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-07-24 04:15 pm UTC (link)
"Most people don't being out in thunderstorms, unless they have an affinity," they said, amused. "Although that's a generalisation." They had definitely known some fae of the Winter Court without the preference for storm control who liked the elements at that time. Some humans too, although that was usually a far more risky prospect. A son of Zeus out in a thunderstorm, on the other hand, made a lot of sense. "But I get excited about storms, so I don't see how it's a stretch for you to like them too. Even outdoors."

If this was a place sometimes inhabited by gods Bea would have to take care. At least their own training involved a lot of the sorts of etiquette lessons which would surely transfer over from royalty to the gods. Narrowing their eyes at Michael they took a breath and considered before nodding. "I'm not immune to its power, but my power of lightning is both strong and well trained," they beckoned him to follow them back to the clearing itself. "What I'm doing is calling the possibility in the air to me and using the metal poles to dissipate it. Part target practice, part safety measure. Without the storm in the air I can create small amounts from static and the like, but manipulating the storm itself has never been my strong suit." They took him back to the centre of the circle and looked around, trying to work out where would be safest for him to stand. "How close have you been to a strike before?" the asked, unsure how prepared he was for this experience.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-08-01 01:29 am UTC (link)
The way they spoke he could tell their expertise. It was all second nature like breathing and yet there was something surgical about it. The possibility in the air. On nights like this he could almost feel his father's presence in the air before every thundering crash. He tried to feel it now, the closeness of the air. Almost a heavy feeling sitting on his chest.

They spoke again, "Oh, Empire State Building, observation deck." He remembered the screams of his classmates when it happened so suddenly and yet it was the first time he hadn't ducked or hid when it hit the lightning rod. He didn't ask why the proximity mattered. If she'd pushed him away from the circle at the center of the clearing then he knew the answer regardless. "I don't know the exact distance, all I know is it was one of the few times everyone else was worried and I wasn't." If that mattered to them.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-08-04 11:20 am UTC (link)
As impressive all the human innovation in building design was there was still something in Bea that was slightly reticent about particularly tall buildings. Thus they had never been up the Empire State Building, although they had flown a couple of times. "Well I don't know the space, but if you've experienced close to a strike before this should be less overwhelming," they explained. Bea beckoned him back into the clearing and positioned him part way between the centre of the circle and one of the stakes.

"I use this circle as a way to either concentrate or dissipate lightning depending on how much there is in the air. What I'll do is draw the next strike to me and dissipate it around the circle and end it at that one," they said, tracing the circle with a finger to show the path they would take, ending just before the stake behind Michael. "I don't want to get it too close to you without knowing what it will do, but you should feel it." It didn't sound like Michael would worry about the proximity, but it was some years since they had practiced so close to someone else.

Taking a deep breath they felt the build up of pressure beginning again. "Not long now," they said. "You ready for the next one?" They could feel their finer hairs starting to raise as the potential in the air increased.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-08-07 12:56 am UTC (link)
He couldn't tell them how far up the lightning had struck, all he knew was that he wasn't afraid of it.

Michael's eyes followed their path round the circle towards the stake she'd pushed him back from. The clearing still held that same feeling as the day he'd met his father, quiet as if detached from the space outside it. He traced the same circle around to display that he understood. "That makes sense." He didn't quite know what would happen and for a second he thought how he would explain it to Astrid if he ended up in the hospital, Oh I was purposefully trying to get struck by lightning.

He nodded. He could feel the pressure changing, the air felt heavier, and a bit colder. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end from the static and he could hear the rumbles in the clouds before crack. The lightning struck him, feeling every cell in his body electrify, his body stuck in place. Still he wasn't afraid. A step forwards towards the designated spike, focusing the energy out of his body into his arm as he pointed, discharging the energy and guiding it around to the spike they'd agreed upon, into the ground.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-08-07 05:00 pm UTC (link)
Because they were busy rebalancing their energy and preparing for the strike they almost didn't spot it, but the need to be aware of others had long since been drilled into them. They had been intending for Michael to simply observe the strike and how they channelled the power to better explain to him how to do so himself. Unfortunately they hadn't considered that by the time they started teaching new members of the Guard they had usually had a lot of experience observing strikes with elders and developed an awareness of what to do and not do. They had established the importance of watching first before trying to do yourself.

Just in time they managed to hold up their staff and split the strike, for once pulling it to themself more directly rather than simply encouraging it come their way. Nor did they try to dissipate the energy more slowly, instead they let if flow directly through their staff and whip it directly to the stake almost immediately across from Michael, pushing the power back out. It happened in the matter of only a few seconds and they didn't take their eyes from Michael for more than the moment it took to sight the stake they were using to draw off the power they had pulled. Once they had pushed the power out Bea took off towards Michael at a sprint, hands out to pull any remaining charge from him.

"Are you okay?" they demanded first, hands pulling any remaining crackle from him and tossing it casually aside with a flick of the wrist. He was still standing and they had seem him direct the power, but it didn't mean he hadn't been hurt.

As soon as they established he was okay they took half a step back and looked him square in the eye, opened their mouth and began to use their superior air control to fairly roar at him in their terror and anger. "What were you thinking? That could have killed you! You had no idea if you could do that. You were meant to watch and maybe, maybe pull a little bit of the end of my run off. I don't care who your father is I've been doing this for almost three hundred years and I've rarely seen someone so monumentally stupid and reckless with their own life and health around lightning when they had no idea if they had the power or not!" They could still feel the latent reaction to actively pulling so much power through themself at speed and it wasn't helping their composure at all.

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-08-07 11:49 pm UTC (link)
Michael ran his tongue on the inside of his mouth, nerves still tingling from the strike, "I taste metal." He'd heard that was a side effect of a lightning strike but never thought he'd ever feel it. And maybe he'd misunderstood what he was supposed to do, because Bea was shouting down with what felt like the four winds in her lung. Outside of the whirring, he felt fine but he listened to Bea's words, three centuries worth of practice was more than he'd ever get in his lifetime and probably the right number to truly figure out how he could do this properly and safely.

"Sorry." He stood up straight again, "That's probably the most impulsive thing I've ever done in my entire life." He felt he couldn't stop himself from smiling. He wasn't injured, or dead. "It's a wholly unique feeling having that much nature coursing through you, and you've been doing this for three centuries?" He was starting to get used to the fact that he was surrounded by immortals.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-08-08 08:47 pm UTC (link)
It was a long time since Bea had noticed the metallic taste in their mouth, something about their make up as fae or sheer repetition meant that it seemed to come only for the strongest of unexpected strikes in recent years. "Yes, that can happen," they said dryly. "I wouldn't chase it."

At least Michael did seem to understand now the gravity of what he had done and they took a breath and lowered their tone again. "I'm glad you're okay," they said fiercely, always protective of people, especially against their own idiocy. "Not quite three centuries. I'm only just over 300 and I didn't start properly learning until I was almost an adult," they explained. "That's 25 for most fae." They looked around the circle and started to moved him away, not wanting to risk an impulsive move from him twice in one day. "Look, this is a skill that even most Winter Court fae don't cultivate so strongly," they said. "It's not too common to be good at it, and I don't tend to tell people, but I think it's important for you to understand where I'm coming from." They looked over at Michael as they led him back towards their car, using their staff as a walking stick. "I was a Royal Guard for a long time and it's a prized and taught skill in the Guard, and I'm used to training guards who are expecting to follow orders exactly. And I've never tried to describe it to non-fae. So I'm sorry too, for assuming more understanding than I think you had, and explaining in a way that lead to you putting yourself in more danger than I intended."

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[info]mickeyprice
2024-08-09 01:52 am UTC (link)
Michael ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth again, "Don't worry, I don't think I want to feel that again. I mean the metal taste."

Michael listened to her explanation. His own experience with the immortals in town was clearly lacking. Twenty-five. He slotted that information away for later. "I mean I was the one that ran out into the circle thinking I knew what I was doing." Maybe I'm more like my father than I thought. He didn't realize they were walking him back to their car until they were explaining orders and apologizing, "What would it take? I mean to actually learn, if I followed you to the letter." He still managed to take a lightning bolt to the body without going down. If that wasn't affinity he couldn't tell them what was.

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[info]stubbornfoodie
2024-08-09 02:14 pm UTC (link)
"Ah. Yeah, sorry, that one might stay around for a while," they admitted. "At least with bigger strikes until you're far more sure of what you're doing."

In hindsight the initial run for the circle should have stopped them from trying to teach him right away, but the excitement of having someone else in the area who might share their skill might have been a little too much enticement to hold them back. "Hmmm," they said thoughtfully, giving him a sidelong glance. "Starting small," they said decisively. "Probably not starting with actual lightning even." They hadn't really trained anyone in long enough that the potential tools had changed and improved. It was the sort of thing they kept an eye on. "You know those static machines? They're an even safer way of starting than I did. More predictable. Otherwise I'm gonna have to call my sister and try and convince her to make me a storm in a bottle." The last part was rueful, they would probably do it at some point because it was a good step, but the conversation with Oriana was going to be tiresome. They were pleased though. Michael hadn't been put off, and he seemed willing to learn at a more sensible rate. "And I wouldn't advise staying out in this," they added. It was going to rumble on for a while longer, they could tell from the pressure, and they didn't want to be on babysitting duty any more today. It was meant to be a fun time.

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