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[There's the sound of rapid gasping, as though someone's just been running around practically the whole of Luceti looking for something. Or someone.]

If anyone runs across a young woman by the name of Florina with long lavender hair in a white dress anytime soon, tell me.

... It's almost certainly the Malnosso's work, but nothing here's been damaged, so... just in case.
upontheplains: (Intriguing...)
[Lyn taps a book next to the journal a bit before she speaks up, looking thoughtful.]

Can anyone give me suggestions about materials for a small project? I'm looking for something both strong enough to weather heavy weight pulling down on it without breaking, and light enough to be liftable without too much strain on the arms. The end result will be about the size of a pair of arms outstretched, for reference.

[She looks at the book again and frowns in concentration for a few moments before remembering to close the journal.]
upontheplains: (That can't be right.)
[Lyn has been trying for over a year now to actually get enough strength from Kipinn to fly. The most she's ever been able to do, however, is hover an inch off the ground.

So today she's trying a new tactic. Her wings spread wide, or as wide as the tiny Filial wings can get, she forces the wind into them directly, giving herself something to push off of as she begins to flap.

With this wind combined with the air pooling around her feet, pushing up against her, she begins to rise... one inch, then two, until at last she's a foot off the ground. She beams widely, ready to celebrate her triumph over gravity...

When the wind abruptly rips a few feathers from her wings. This is incredibly painful, and she gasps in pain before losing control of the wind, which dissipates. She falls to the earth, landing in a heap. A foot isn't that far to fall, but the way she dropped was twisted enough to give her a nasty gouge on one of her arms and a scraped hand and knee.

She lies on the ground for a moment before the shock caused by the pain in her wings wears off, then crawls her way to her feet, wincing.
]

Spirits, that hurts... I think I've tried everything now.

... I wonder if there are any healers nearby.

[Grimacing, she starts to make her way back into the village.]
upontheplains: (Hmmmm.)
This probably would have been a more useful question for me to ask a couple weeks ago, but knowing it for the future can't hurt...

Is there a stable of sorts somewhere in Luceti?
upontheplains: (Hmmmm.)
I'd like to extend my thanks to anyone who lent aid to a young lady with lavender hair a few days ago. She's very shy and skittish, and she very much needed the help. I'm sure she'll want to thank you herself soon, once she's a bit more settled in.

That said, if anyone- [She stops mid-sentence, thinking it over, and realizes that threatening anyone who hurts her probably will just make the villains around this place more likely to try to do so, just to be contrary. Better to keep her profile lower.]

Ah, never mind, forget it.

Filtered to Adell: (60% unhackable )
upontheplains: (I'll cut you to pieces!)
[Lyn has so far managed to avoid direct combat with any of the huge monstrosities rampaging around Luceti. She's taken on a couple zombies and the like, but nothing really serious.

That run of good luck just ended. She is now facing down two giants, both of which are tearing up the earth trying to get at her. She's never been so glad for the abilities of the spirits before, as she uses Kipinn to narrowly dodge away from each Titan's attacks.

Her journal has fallen to the side and flopped open to record the scene, but she's unaware of it and so isn't yelling for help. Instead:
]

Come and take me, you enormous beasts!
upontheplains: (That can't be right.)
[Those who are on the battlefield, or more accurately at the base during a non-combat time, will notice one of the fighters outside, kneeling out of the way of foot traffic before a strange plaque made of wood. It's in the shape of a grave.

If one comes close enough, they'll see that carved into the plaque are the words "For all who have fallen in this battle, may you be returned as whole as possible".
]
upontheplains: (Intriguing...)
[Lyn is meditating outside of the barracks.

Or at least that's what seems to be happening. Her hands are clasped, her eyes are closed, but she's not kneeling down as if in prayer. What she's focusing so intently on is anyone's guess.

At least, until something becomes apparent at her feet. Two small twisters, barely large enough to ruffle the dirt and grass, begin to swirl. They build beneath her feet, slowly rising in strength until they're causing her clothing to flare in the wind.

Exactly what Lyn is doing finally becomes apparent in a moment, as the ever increasing force of wind actually begins to lift her off the ground! ... Granted, it's maybe an inch at best, but still!

Come marvel at this use of the spirits' power? Or, more likely, wonder what the point of putting this much effort into hovering an inch above the ground is?
]
upontheplains: (That can't be right.)
[There's no point avoiding it... indeed, I should have faced facts earlier. They're gone.]

Those familiar with Nino and Jaffar. This is Lyndis, their... leader, I suppose you could call me. They've been sent back home.
upontheplains: (Forward we go.)
[Out in front of community housing building one, Lyn is hard at work. She's got her sword out and is in the middle of slicing the snow away from the door.

Wait what?

Despite how ridiculous the idea sounds, it actually works better than you might expect, due largely to the fact that her slashes have the power of wind behind them (thank you, Kipinn). She swings, and the wind blows the snow away.

Of course, as she gets down deeper, the snow gets heavier and harder to push away, so it's slow going. But she'll be at this as long as it takes.

Or until one of her roommates drags her back inside to rest. Whichever comes first.
]
upontheplains: (Heh heh!)
[Snow! Lyn always likes snow, even if it does make it hard to travel and fight sometimes. There's just so much to do with it, after all.

For example, how about making snowmen? That's exactly what Lyn's doing right now, and she's actually quite good at it.

Only one snowman is finished so far. She's built it up and sculpted it into roughly the shape of her good friend Eliwood.

The one she's currently working on is slowly taking on the shape of Hector. Feel free to come interrupt her creative side.
]
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[Lyn has spent the last couple weeks recuperating from the injuries she sustained in the battle (never logged, gut shot) and so she's not been really feeling up to much.  But you can't keep a warrior down for too long before they start getting antsy for a fight, or at least to swing a sword around a little.

So here she is, in the barracks, throwing herself into her training against one of the dummies.  She's definitely slower than usual as she tries to avoid further aggravating the nearly healed wound, but she's still nothing to scoff at.

Watch?  Offer to spar?  Notice she's still recovering and demand she lie down (that won't go over well)?
]

upontheplains: (Hmmmm.)
Filtered to Jaffar: 60% unhackable )

I apologize for this, but... I've been spending much of my time searching for a friend of mine recently, and I haven't been paying as much attention to the journals as I probably should have.  Can anyone give me a briefing of the situation?
upontheplains: (Intriguing...)
Hmmm... not a bad day.

A question, for anyone who cares to respond.  What sort of place did you grow up in?  A bustling city?  The middle of the forest?  Perhaps up in the mountains?  I lived in the plains, myself... flat and grassy, and wide enough that you can't see the end for miles in the middle.

Oh, and my name is Lyn, for the curious.  I come from the same world as Eliwood, Ninian, and Mark did.
upontheplains: (With me!)
[Lyn is out in a clearing in the middle of the forest, with her journal set aside.  It seems to have opened without her knowledge.  She has Sol Katti out, and she's brandishing it at a fairly large rock nearby.

As she stares at the rock, currents of electricity start to form around the blade, and Lyn actually seems to crackle a little.
]

Tsinku... grant me your power!

[And with that, she charges up to the rock, leaps into the air, and brings her charged sword down with all the strength she can muster.  It tears through the rock, blasting its way through with the electric power until she's cleaved it neatly in two.  Once that's done, she stares at it a little in disbelief before grinning.]

It worked...
upontheplains: (Forward we go.)
[Her conversation with Mark has lead Lyn to decide that the ideal thing to do in her current situation is to sit outside the house she shares with Mark and Eliwood, her journal beside her to pick up distress calls, and simply wait for an attack.  Sol Katti is in her hand, crackling with electrical energy, and she seems to be at full military attention.  She glances at her journal every so often, but for now seems content to stand guard.]
upontheplains: (Hmmmm.)
The spirits of Luceti... granters of magic to anyone who puts forth the necessary effort to gain a pact with them...  I wonder if...

If it's not too much of a bother, can anyone provide advice as to contacting the spirits of this place?  I'm particularly interested in Fire and Lightning, but I won't turn down any information about the others.

upontheplains: (With me!)
[So Lyn's had a strange time adjusting to Luceti.  On the good side, she found three of her friends almost immediately after arriving.

On the bad side, she's trapped, she's been told to expect unpleasantness from the Malnosso, and one of said friends has been kidnapped.

How does she intend to deal with the stress this brings on her?  Training!  She's out in a clearing away from general foot traffic, Mani Katti drawn, going through various battle stances.  Interrupt?  Challenge her?  Or just watch?  The choice is yours.
]

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