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How do You Solve a Problem like Meira?

Characters: Valdis and some open
Date: August 2018 (ish)
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In Headers

Valdis was tired. Between the return of the Narrakra and the discovery she could return ruins to complete something would have been bad enough without the memory of the visions or what she had seen soul-walking inside that corpse. Aside from that, the knowledge that she could move the Void with more power than she believed had sparked a new determination to harness its power without fear. The events of the last week had been eventful, what with the short term Dreamfolk that had arrived only to vanish once the damage had been done. Admittedly most of them hadn’t left much of a mark, but some had. She hoped that things would calm down for a few weeks at least.

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Right. She'd forgotten how he might interpret a threat from the Void. The creature used kindness and care against her, against everyone. Emotions were weakness...But the Void couldn't attack him, or anyone without her permission. She'd have to be pretty gone to allow that. Her eyes narrowed at the last, however.

The words had barely left his mouth when Valdis knocked the practice sword from X's hand with a sharp strike near the hilt, dropped to knock his feet out from under him and then pinned his sword hand beneath her boot, sword tip dropping to his throat.

"You want to try that sentence again?"

What in the --

With a yelp X hit the ground, and then he was pinned and had a wooden sword at his throat, and those three words were all he had time to think. Seeing Valdis's speed and skill from the other end was eye-opening at best, downright heart-stopping at worst.

But -- he still knew where he was and who he was. Of course he did; Valdis hadn't been aiming to kill, just to make a very dramatic point, and it was further testament to her skill that she could take by such surprise someone who'd read her thoughts. Once the shock left X's face, he exhaled a short laugh.

"Next time," he said, "you can just ask. I was going to say I do have my Dreaming talent, if all else fails. It's just that I... don't enjoy using it."

To be fair to X, chaos had a tendency to be unpredictable, and Valdis was no exception. The look of surprise on his face amused her, but in a friendly way, not in the way that she had treated Bobby. She shifted her weight to step off his wrist, flicking the tip aside and holding her hand out to help him up.

"I'm not aware of your talent, but developing such things can also help you defend yourself. Devin was quite panicked when he heard you had run into Bobby."

Perhaps if she hadn't ignored X, if she had thought to teach him sooner. But she wasn't the only one at fault, Devin could have helped.

"I can imagine," X said, less amused now and more solemn. He'd known the effect sending his message would have on Devin, but it needed to be done, and he hadn't thought at the time that Devin would have to rescue him from Bobby. She was nothing if not persistent.

X accepted Valdis's hand and pulled himself back to his feet, then bent to pick up the practice sword she'd knocked out of his hand. "My talent is from the Destruction tree," he admitted, albeit a little reluctantly. "I've been -- practising, a little, just in case. I can't shake the feeling the Dreaming gave them to us for a reason."

Valdis helped pull him up, then let him retrieve his sword, considering his solemn reply. Valdis would have been lying to herself if she denied her concerns when Devin had told her X had run into Bobby. But aside from Devin's overreactions to Bobby, it had ended just fine.

"Mine is Restoration," she replied, taking several steps back to reset. "It led to a very interesting time aboard the Narrakra. Pity I couldn't fix Bobby's face with it."

Not that she would, but the memory of that particular event did bring a small smirk with it.

"What does yours do?"

X meant to answer, he really did, fingering the sword in his hand like it was somehow causing him pain to hold it, but Valdis's casual declaration snagged his full attention.

"What do you mean?" he asked. He didn't know whether he should be amused or afraid. "What did you do to Bobby's face?"

Valdis looked at the tip of the wooden sword, considering it with an almost sly look in her eyes. "You know of Revelations. It was forged with holy light and responds to the strength of my soul. It will only allow certain people to hold it and even fewer to wield it in battle."

She flipped the wooden sword, catching it by the hilt again.

"It is also the only weapon I know of capable of killing me," she glanced at him, "But you know all that. You also know that the sword banishes darkness and Bobby is a demon. It didn't just slash through her flesh, it burned it."

She couldn't help but sound amused, "I would have killed her if Devin hadn't told me to leave her be. In the end, she owed me a life, but I never got to collect."

It wasn't an unexpected answer, but something about it surprised X nonetheless. Maybe it was his reaction; he felt both disgusted and vindictively satisfied, emotions that didn't exactly complement each other very nicely. Life as a reader could be an adventure.

Devin was wrong. Someone else did get hurt; and yet, X couldn't quite bring himself to care.

He lifted the wooden sword he carried, one fist wrapped around the hilt and the other tapped lightly on the side of the blade. A second later, the sword cracked -- once, twice, and then splintered altogether.

"That's my talent," X said with a wry smile. "Glass, and wood, so far."

Valdis shot a glance at X, one filled with confusion. The disgust, surprise and satisfaction didn't harmonize in any way. Perhaps that was the cost of being what he was, a constant battle to remember who he was. She watched him as he decided to change the subject back to his ability, her own surprise showing as the wooden blade splintered and fell to the ground in pieces.

"You know I need to return that, right?" she said dryly holding her hand out for the hilt, "I don't think the Dojo near my place will be impressed with splinters."

For one so gentle, it was an odd ability, but perhaps X had some sort of destructive nature that he himself didn't realize. Her own ability could restore the blade, maybe, but she needed that hilt and as much of the sword as she could get.

X froze. "I -- I'm so sorry, I didn't think --"

What did he think, that Valdis had carved the wooden practice swords herself? X knew better than that. The part of him encompassing Valdis's reactions knew better than that. Perhaps, even now, he was still that unaccustomed to having an entire community of people to rely on, even people he'd never met and didn't know.

He handed the hilt over to Valdis immediately and dropped to his knees to gather up the splinters. "I can help carve another one," he said mindlessly. "Or I can pay for -- I can help, I can do something to help."

Contrary to X's horror, Valdis laughed, taking the hilt and waving him away.

"Don't touch them," she scolded lightly, "You might lose some pieces."

She knelt down, dropping the hilt among the shards. The blade had broken so similarly to Genesis. Some large shards and some small, but none so tiny that they had vanished into the grass. She held out her hand, laying it on the largest shards like she had the bones on the Narrakra. Focus. Valdis closed her eyes, feeling the connections between the shards and picturing what it once looked like in her mind. The last was different from the events on board that ship, but perhaps it would help.

The wooden sword slowly began to reassemble itself.

X obeyed her instruction and gesture without objection, but with a great deal of confusion. Had she been joking, before? Did she actually carve the sword herself?

Then the confusion vanished, to be replaced with shock and awe. It looked like telekinesis, but X didn't remember anything about Valdis having that ability. Her talent, then? But no, it couldn't just be telekinesis, because there wouldn't be any point to this -- the sword would still be broken.

X dropped to his knees, the better to see what she was doing. "You can fix it?" he asked quietly.

The wooden pieces seemed to move as if time had reversed, just as with how she healed, the shards moved seamlessly together, until the blade looked as if it had never been broken.

"Yes," she replied when she was finished, "I think it will hold, but I haven't done this often."

Valdis picked up the sword and smiled when it didn't fall apart, "Looks like we are opposites in yet another facet of life," she commented, "Though this one is perhaps a bit unexpected."

"Restoration," X breathed, his gaze fixed on the repaired sword as he finally made the connection about the branch of talent Valdis possessed. He exhaled slowly, then smiled, small but fierce. "I think it suits you."

She was right about it being unexpected, but at least for Valdis, it made a poetic sort of sense. If that meant admitting it must make a poetic sort of sense for X to have a destruction talent, then... well, he wouldn't be averse to admitting that. Just mildly disappointed in himself.

Valdis rolled her eyes, "At least I can try to fix what I break."

She didn't know how long the sword would hold together. It was possible it would be fine, but she didn't have enough practice or knowledge to be sure.

"I should get these back to the Dojo," she continued, "we can practice self defense again later." She eyed the blade, "Maybe without the swords for a bit."

Edited 2018-08-30 23:18 (UTC)

"That's not what I --" X stopped, because that was exactly what he meant, and he shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Alright, yes, but I prefer to think of it as a chance for redemption. A demonstration that breaking things is not your only skill."

He wasn't sure if he could say the same for himself and his destruction talent, but at least practising with it made it feel less like a burden or a handicap.

X nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Out of curiosity, though, how much later is 'later'?"

Valdis gathered both blades, throwing a sly smirk in X's direction, "It's just the one I enjoy most."

It was a lie he would likely notice. It may have been true once upon a time, but her affinity for chaos, her talent for disruption, wasn't something she felt pride in.

"I have time next week," she added, "And we can do this weekly if you wish. I do expect you to practice in between sessions though."

It's just the one I enjoy most. X laughed; he wouldn't argue with that. She was wrong, of course, and she knew it, but X had already pointed out the alternative. What she did with her Restoration talent after that was up to her.

"Weekly," X repeated, testing the concept out loud. He shook his head, amused at himself. "Alright. Weekly. I'm surprised you started with swords at all, to be honest. What sort of situation would I find myself in where I have access to a sword?"

"I just wanted to see if you picked up any skills from when you read my history," Valdis replied, "I suppose memory of something doesn't make it possible to perform."

X did seem teachable though, mostly because of his willingness to learn.

"We're going to focus more on self-defense than attack, you don't need to be on the front lines."

Anything to keep him from ending up like the Fool.

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