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

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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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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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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.