HOWARD STARK
COURT Unseelie.
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RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Various.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Scima.
MAJOR EVENTS
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PLANS
For most of the timeskip, Howard is going to be travelling to and fro across the lands, whether it be on foot or horseback, or through fairy rings while they still work. He is trying to get a greater understanding of the world, and how it works, including how magic works, how he can use it, and how he can use his shard.
He'll be attending a few of the events as well, and hopefully completing quests when possible. He wants to be helpful, after all.
He will also be partaking in a project with a group of Unseelie's that will be attempting to advance the technological state of the Drabwurld, likely with quite a few failures along the way.
He also wants to begin to rebuild the library of Caer Scima, through gathering information, both by talking to natives who will talk to him, and perhaps other, less kind methods.
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SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
A brief summary of what your character will have done/accomplished/experienced over the timeskip.
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH -
⚛ Having headed to the Station at the tail end of February, most of the month of March will be spent there, trying to read up on magic, though also reading up on skills that he might need in this type of place - edible plants, trapping, clarifying and testing water etc. All things that may be of use, because who knows if there'll be another attack like this one, destroying further the "comforts" that are otherwise available, and sending them further back in time.
⚛ As the temperature drops, Howard will be doing his best to keep warm. (Anyone who tries to burn books etc however will have to answer to him, because that shit don't fly.)
⚛ Towards the end of the month he'll be putting everything together, and heading back towards the Spires via Mair, whether it be on horseback, foot, or fairy ring.
⚛ LOG
- APRIL -
⚛ Visits Mair
⚛ Accepts a quest from Dragmire
⚛ Dreams???
- MAY -
⚛ Howard is in Mair when the fairy rings and lockets stop working, so he heads back to Spire 3 where he hopes there will be people still, to try to find answers.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE -
⚛ The Tourney?
- JULY -
⚛ The hanging in the streets bring up bad memories for him, as does the fact that they were prosecuted for something in them that was beyond their control. It hits a little too close to home, and so he decides to pack up both to explore the lands, and because he wants to avoid large groups of shardbears, lest they attract unwanted attention.
⚛ Learns that Steve and Barnes have fallen into a deep sleep and goes to see them?
- AUGUST -
⚛ Attacked by forest golems while exploring?
⚛ Sees the lanterns from a distance.
⚛ Meeting people?
⚛ R&D stuff
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- September -
⚛ Participates in the Treun festival
⚛ Gets drunk
⚛ Poor life choices
- October -
⚛ Samhain?
⚛ Attempts to seek out the Seelie lands?
- November -
⚛ Attempts to make contact with the dwarves out of curiosity to what they have to offer.
⚛ Moseys around basically
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- December -
⚛ Participates in the hunt for White Hart
⚛ Yule???
⚛ Visits Steve and Bucky to have a little piece of home for the holidays??
- January -
⚛ With Caer Scima rebuilt, Howard returns (perhaps helping to put the finishing touches on it), attempts to start to rebuild the library, filling in what new information he has found.
- FEBRUARY -
⚛ ??????
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH -
⚛ Howard Stark, Zombie Killer
⚛ Tries to work with the R&D department to develop a weapon that will allow for those responding to the threat of the undead to get the heads off, but not necessarily have to get in too close.
- APRIL -
⚛ Searching for the imps??
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eachdraidh TIME SKIP PAGE
SUMMER 2701
JUNE
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It's a peaceful, if hot, day as she sets off on her next adventure. Getting to know the country side, even if she's now forgone pretty dresses for a serviceable skirt and complicated hairstyles for a large hat to keep the sun off her face.
She doesn't expect to meet anyone, but she does. On the ground, a horse nearby looking a little confused but, if she's the judge of these things, smug. Lia frowns, swinging off her own mount to peer at the man. "Are you alright, monsieur?"
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Today the day hadn't been so bad. He had come to an open field as such, and so he decided to take a gamble and practice the trot again. But then it had suddenly reared, he still wasn't sure why and took off like a shot. His foot had come undone from the stirrup, and he was thrown, landing hard on his arm, he was pretty sure he heard it snap, and a moment later the horse had doubled back to graze gently next to where he lay.
What a shit.
He groaned softly when he heard the voice, cracking his eyes open, he'd been laying there a bit, though he wasn't sure how long (Less than half an hour, it felt like more.)
"I think my arm is broken."
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At least, until he spoke. "Oh dear," She said simply and knelt, smoothing her skirt around her before looking him over. No bone was protruding from the skin, at least. "Can you move your fingers?"
She was no surgeon. No physician. But perhaps she could help, for she feared he would not find better. She was not even certain of where the nearest town lay and if it had a doctor. "May I touch it?"
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"Uhm." He tries. The answer proves to be no, and he winces from the pain of trying. "I'm going to go with no."
He frowns as he looks at her, a little skeptically, but desperate times and all.
"Can you put a splint on it? I don't think I can do that one handed. If you can, sure."
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An unfortunate side effect, but she doesn't think it can be helped. She takes his hand, feels how cold his fingers are and moves up. She peels his sleeve up as gently as possible, feeling for the break if only to make sure the bones still line up.
"Do not be afraid, yes monsieur? I think I can fix your arm better than with a splint if you will allow it. If you do not mind...magic, I suppose." Lia looks intent. Earnest. She wants to help. "I will call a verse. It should find the break in your arm and mend it."
She hopes. She prays. But he needs options. "Or I can wrap your arm and put you on your horse and we will have to pray a physician is nearby."
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"I've had to deal with getting patched up without morphine before.
(A nasty explosion in France once with a gash in his leg. They'd offered him morphine, but heavens know that should be saved for the poor guys coming back having their limbs removed, so he had suffered through.
He nods, hesitantly but still there, because he's been healed by magic here before, too.
"Let's try the magic thing first, and if that doesn't work, we'll do the other."
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"I have been fortunate to never break a bone, at least." Scrapes. Stab wounds. "I was shot twice," She offers as though she can commiserate with him. She pauses a moment, tongue running along her lower lip and she nods.
She will try this. But ground rules. "Hold still. Please do not startle me or I may lose control of the verse. I imagine it will hurt but not overly much. Stop me if it does."
She takes a breath, feels to call a verse. "I called on the Lord in distress; The Lord answered me and set me in a broad place. The Lord is on my side." Words started to appear, French and Latin, glowing and appearing burned on her skin, save that they flowed over her. They moved from chest to shoulders to face, back down to her hands.
"I will not fear. What can man do to me? The Lord is for me among those who help me; Therefore I shall see my desire on those who hate me." The words move onto Howard's hand, up his arm, sinking into his skin and knitting bone and flesh back together.
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It was kind of nice, he thought, having her talk to him. That was something he remembered too from the war days. Not something he had had to do, but that he'd heard of. Friends going in with others if they were injured to talk to them, to try to distract them from thinking about the pain. His eyebrows raise in surprise. "How did you get shot?"
He cleared his throat, and then nodded slowly, closing his eyes. It would help him, he imagined, to concentrate on deep breaths, focus away from the pain.
...praying? That was how she was going to fix him? He opened his eyes again, and his mouth too to say something, how he wasn't really a believer, but then he stared in awe at her, utterly transfixed with how she looked. And yes, his arm hurt, he almost wanted to roughly pull his arm back and cradle it to his chest again, but he was far too absorbed in watching her to do so, and then to his own arm as the words moved to his.
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Lia glances up at the question, smiles a bit even if it is in a distracted kind of way. "Once I was fighting a duel and my opponent was losing. The bullet fortunately just went through the outside of my arm." But it had hurt and it had made her angry. "Another time I was on a mission."
There's not time to go into detail and she thinks a simple answer is easy enough before she bows her head over him. Her left hand grips his hand, offered to squeeze if the pain or the urge to move gets too bad.
"It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man. It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in princes." Her murmur is quiet, like a mother soothing a child. The words are still moving over her flesh like a living thing, are racing up and down his arm, leaving patches of a tingling sensation as they heal flesh bruised by the accident.
The bone is taking longer and Lia presses closer, the words more fervent, her eyes staring past Howard's arm. "All nations surrounded me, but in the name of the Lord I will destroy them." And with that the glow of the words brightens, and Lia flinches, hisses as they actually do burn her skin briefly, but she thinks the work is nearly done.
"Can you squeeze my hand, monsieur?"
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Howard listens to her, and in some ways it does help with the pain. It at least gets him concentrating on something else, on her words, and on her person, too. Should he keep speaking? He wants to. He wants to ask her more about it, about the time's she was shot and if she beat the mentioned opponent, and now that he understands she's a woman of the lord, if she means mission in the war type sense, or biblical.
Occasionally he does squeeze her hand, though most of it is concentrated on biting down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, with the occasional gentle whimper.
"I'm surprised he's helping someone who's never been a firm believer."
Though if anything was going to put him into the category of one, it was something like this. A true miracle performed, as that was always what he had doubted most when it came to the stories. All the things that had supposedly been done that seemed too fantastical to be true. But there were words on his arm now, even if they sort of hurt. He gasps occasionally before he can get control of himself, though he sees her flinch, and hears her hiss. "Are you okay?"
But then he tries, even if he doubts it, but manages a soft squeeze. "Holy hell it's working."
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She hasn't healed like this very much. But she has sat with many an injured man or woman. She has nursed her brother through the worst of his childhood illnesses and that is what she draws upon now.
"God does not discriminate on the basis of belief. The psalms might, but they seem more particular to who uses them than who they are used on." Lia smiles lightly, a bit tiredly. "I am fine. My mind strayed and the verse wanted to remind me that it deserves my full attention."
Her fingers touch his arm again, and it feels better. The flesh is warm and alive. There is the buzzing of a psalm beneath his skin. "Hold still with me. It will finish the work. The arm may be a bit weak but it should be healed and will improve."
His words startle a laugh out of her because holy hell indeed. "The verse must think you a good man who needs your arm."
JULY
AUGUST
august 4thish (elsa)
He was getting used to some things, though, the lack of technology had been hard to adjust to, but somehow he had gotten used to it. He didn’t like it, how could he enjoy the lack of a car, the lack of telephones, of electricity, and the likes. But he had learned to adapt, he’d learned to take care of himself, he’d learned to ride a horse. And perhaps most importantly he’d started to learn to wield magic of his own.
Still, sometimes things caught him off guard, like now. He had been lounging against a rock when he saw her, casually floating a trio of rocks above his hand. It wasn’t her that caught his eye, however, it was what walked next to her.
Men, made of tin? How could that be possible here? Was it some form of magic? Or was it technology? Had someone managed to build working robots? That had just been a distant dream in his time, but Hiro had shown him that one day they would be part of regular society. He hadn’t mentioned bringing them here, though.
So Howard let the rocks drop, and he got up, heading to follow her for a short distance before:)
Excuse me, miss?
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plus, her guards might not talk, but it's nice to have the company.
don't judge.
either way, she's not exactly on her guard when she hears someone approaching her, though both tin soldiers react right away. not violently, just moving to flank her on either side as soon as she turns around. she only holds a hand out to the side, it's alright, then grins a bit sheepishly ]
Yes?
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What are those? That's...they look like high tech robotics.
(He knows she's going to say they're magic, that's the explanation for everything around here, but he still asks. He has to.)
They look incredible.