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Archer of Black/Chiron
@Ponytail

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LOCATION Public (if on assignment) || Private (if on BASE)

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@SUBUBI

[excelsus]

You wouldn't happen to know anything about cooking, would you?

[horsepowered]

A few things, but nothing extensive. Why do you ask?

@ACHEELIES

[chariotry]

Hey, teacher.

Were your dreams pleasant?

[horsepowered]

Perhaps overly so, given what I've missed.

[chariotry]

Teacher.

Can you come train with me?

[horsepowered]

Decide on a weapon while I'm on my way.

@DRUIDBRO | backdated to uhhh /waves hands? januaryish

[fernbeleafer]

you can find me on this thing, right?
i found a tiny respite i think you'd love

[horsepowered]

I can, give me....ten minutes?

@HOTDOG

[whitehair]

i heard you were good with medicine.

i need your help.

[horsepowered]

Give me a rundown of your issue while I move towards you.

@ENTERTHEDRAGON

[ryuji]

Yo, sensei... you know of any way to use medicine to restore magic?

[horsepowered]

Possibly, but I need a great many more details.

@STORMBORM; when they find out their teams!

[dorzalta]

That gentle nudge of their connection will come after the news of assigned teams. She's only spoken to Jon thus far, only a few words and pensive glances when the others pay no mind.

Chiron? Which group will you be working with?

[horsepowered]

The third group, intending to speak to the Turkish forces.

Chiron is seated in one of the tunnels, his eyes closed and seemingly at rest.

after seeing Kebechet

[gerechtigkeit]

I don't like where this is going.

[Should he elaborate? Maybe. He's pretty fucking irritated at Kebechet just lording himself over the network though. He doesn't think he needs to really explain much on that end.]

[horsepowered]

It's a trap for us, but exactly how the trap functions remains to be seen.

Making contact is an issue. Anyone who's responded has given the opposition an insight into the type of person they are

@HAMMERTIME; sometime after their arrival in spiderland

[thunders]

I take it you've been to the mines.

[horsepowered]

Yes, for better and worse.

@NEEDAHEELER

[kometes]

[ His ID is different now, so Chiron may not be able to immediately recognize the person texting him, but maybe he can piece it together by the content of the message. ]

So we never settled things back in Gallipoli, did we?
Are you still mad?

[horsepowered]

There is no point in dwelling on the matter. It is past, and that is that. So long as you've learned from your actions.

[agogenpc]

To Kern of COST,

I am writing on the event of your tragic loss in the arena of my mother, the High Queen. I wish to speak with you, and would be honoured if you would join me in watching the matches as you recover from your injuries. Simply present this letter with my seal and my guardsmen shall admit you.

My fondest wishes for your return to health,

From Her Grace, Princess Chch

The letter also comes with a bonesaw with a cherry wood handle inlaid with gold. It looks like it has been cleaned, but there appear to be... teeth marks? Along the blade, scratched deeply both sides.

( ooc: please either write a letter to decline the offer here, or head on over to the appropriate top level here. )

action; Jon's HRHR fail -- https://twitter.com/ogimachiSNJ/status/1015239546668138498

[dorzalta]

[ He comes, he helps, and he's left tired after the fact. She's exhausted as well, though for an entirely different reason. Infiltrating the broadcasting station with John Constantine was a trial in and of itself. How else could they have managed to speak so strongly in favor of the high queen? Ah, but rushing off to find Jon, fretting upon seeing the extent to the damage done...

She smoothes her hand along Chiron's mane of chestnut colored hair. Their current place of residence is nothing impressive, but it is private for the time. Irriella stands watch somewhere in the periphery, no doubt watching over the three magical beings hidden away.

It's not for some time, as she watches over the two of them, that she lightly prods the link shared between she and Chiron. A gentle little thing, to see whether he's awake. ]

[horsepowered]

[It has been a day. It has been a week. It has been a mission, and Chiron can only pray that this is the end of it all. Far too much has happened, and there needs to be at least a day of rest.

There is no way that COST will return for another moth to wait before starting another mission. He's sure of that, not with the Commander dead. It would be time to mobilize, move forward, all of it. The only thing he wants to do before they depart again is check in with himself. This death may be inevitable, but that does not mean that grief is a stranger.

For now though, rest is easier. Chiron's not quite sure how medical care went to being flopped over in horse form, using his own Master as a pillow, but it is something he does not mind either. It's reassuring to even have a familiar set of hands going through his hair (the near brush in the arena confirmed that there were no physical boundaries to be had between the two anymore). Relaxing.

At the prod, he stirs, but only slightly.]

Hm?

[somewhat backdated]

[northerndragon]

Has she told you? What I've learned?

The man I thought was my father was never my real father at all.
I'm not a bastard.

Re: [somewhat backdated]

[horsepowered]

...I was uninformed, likely because it was thought that you ought to be the bearer of that information alone.

It is quite a revelation to me, but for you, I can't imagine. Is it too invasive to ask for details?