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12 February 2009 @ 02:30 am
 
[Aniki is on the plane wearing muddy bloomers bound tight up to her knees, a loose shirt, and a straw hat.

She is accompanied by a massive, grumpy-looking black horse with a whispy mane and tail. It dips its head and shoves the hat down over her eyes.]

Steady now! That's no way to treat your momma, my lad. [She coos several sentences to him in a Germanic language and rubs his neck.]
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25 January 2009 @ 03:34 am
 
[Aniki is sitting in her enclave in the woods, quite human, inspecting every inch of her beloved sword, cleaning it, honing it it, polishing it until it practically glows in the light from the lampflowers. She sings softly, turning the weapon over and over, reacquainting herself both with it and her hands.]

[It's good to be human again.]
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22 January 2009 @ 12:25 am
 
[Enter the horse, tied to a tree and obviously displeased about it. She's strapped into a ratty old bridle and hobbled with rough leather straps. Aniki yanks at the rope holding her to the tree, unable to do much more than back up and tug angrily away.]

[There's a bit of blood on her side and more on her hooves. Except for a few shallow grazes, she's uninjured herself.]
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15 January 2009 @ 04:50 am
 
[Aniki, still a horse, appears on the plane. She's splattered with mud. Her mane and tail are tangled and thick with burrs; they're thick around her ankles as well. She stamps, trying and failing to dislodge some of the damn things. ]

[Anyone with mind-reading abilities can probably hear her swearing blue, red, green and purple streaks in several different languages.]
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11 January 2009 @ 08:26 pm
 
[There is a massive draft horse of indeterminate breeding on the plane. It does not look happy to be there. In fact all the vibes it's giving off are those of extreme displeasure. Its ears are back, the shuffling and snorting its doing a clear indication that it wants people to STAY AWAY. There are torn clothes on the ground, a broken belt--and the well-cared-for hilt of a sword showing above the battered scabbard in which the sword itself is sheathed.

Yeah. If you recognize the weapon she always carries, you might recognize the pissed-off expression on the horse's face.

Aniki has not had a good day.]
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19 December 2008 @ 10:05 am
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog / It's all for me beer and tobacco  
[Someone is using the bar to not emo! How about that. No, Aniki is locating drinks that look familiar, singing to herself while she lines the bottles up on the counter.]

So long the merry sailor, he left his mot to me, and when he tries to find her gods all know where she'll be.

[She is drunk. Very drunk. And happy. Because it's a party! It was a party at Mantel and Pullet, but they got kicked out. So now she is trying to find drinks to bring back to their lodgings.

BEWARE. Cheerful snogging may occur.]
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22 October 2008 @ 02:54 am
020 - How these two yeomen together they met / Under the leaves of lyne  
[And now, because people have been wondering where she's been, there is an Aniki. It's hard to recognize her as such, however, slathered as she is from head to toe in mud. It's caked inches thick in some places--her hair, her arms, her neck. A clot of mud slides off of her elbow and hits the plane with a wet slap.]

Well! Not so much as planned, but really, can't complain.
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28 September 2008 @ 03:33 am
019 - Whenever the light through its branches is breaking / a host of kind faces is gazing on me  
[She hasn't been back since her experiment ended, really, except to spy on the Den-O boys, so here she is in the forest in her little sanctuary, laying on the grass and looking up at the stars between the leaves.]
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Chris Halliwell
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19 September 2008 @ 06:08 pm
Someone call the whaaambulance!  
[Aniki notices the heat first. It swims up from under her skin, starting, bizarrely, at the shoulders, rolling down her arms, back up and then down through her chest. She shivers, and her ears start to ring. She gives Chris a flushed, hazy look.] I hope this is what you meant by feeling a bit funny, lad. [It's getting a bit hard to sit up.]

I... actually, I'm not sure. [Not that he's about to admit that he had a miracle worker healer growing up, and afterwards most of his injuries were too large for simple medicine like aspirin to do the job so he's really never used it much. He's a bit worried by the reaction, though.] How many did you take?

I don't know. You didn't say how many I was supposed to. [Her stomach hurts, though that's just an intensifying of what she's felt for the last few days. The dizziness of the headache is back, too. Joy on joy.]

You were looking right at the bottle! I thought you were reading the instructions. [He paces a few steps, out of what looks to be just annoyance.]

[Glare. Though not a very focused one. And she'll be laying down now.] I was looking at the cracknobbed pictures on it. I assumed you'd say something if the rest was important.

How was I supposed to know? Don't you even have pills where you're from?

[Is not going to start the whole 'I'm from here' argument again.] Not like those! [She tries to take a breath around the heartbeat slowly climbing to a blacksmith's hammer in her throat. The stars look like they're melting, now, and she feels vaguely like she herself is melting into the ground.]

I think I might be needing a bit of help.

(ooc: ... Yeah. Chris accidentally enabled Aniki to poison herself. On accident. Really.)
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19 September 2008 @ 01:32 am
017 - Loose to me the good gray dogs / That are bound with iron bands  
[Aniki shows up... tied to a chair. Because this is how Rosto helps his friends. She twists her wrists uselessly against the ropes, which Kora spelled to hold against blades and breakage. And as it was already spelled to weave itself into one single, long length when touched with the proper charm... She's sort of stuck.]

Gods-cursed maniac.
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14 September 2008 @ 02:10 am
016 - The lady stands in her bower door / As straight as a willow wand  
[She appears in her little grotto in the woods, which now looks quite comfortable, actually. There's an oilcloth lean-to set up against one of the trees cushions spread under it, a neatly stacked pile of firewood, even the beginnings of a garden near the stream. She drops a bag on the ground, pulls her sheathed sword free from her belt and drops it on top.

She looks troubled by something, perhaps a little dazed.]

...at least I'm home. At least I can come home.




[[Experiment Start~~! Who plays what part will largely depend on who tags first, and how many "parts" there are to give out. :|]]
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28 August 2008 @ 02:05 am
015 - She's taken out her little penknife/ And twinned the sweet babe of its life  
[Aniki is laying on the plane and her lips are turning the color of uncooked dough. Because most of her blood is currently chugging its way out of the wound that crazy-Ryotarou-Imagin-dude put in her gut. She's having trouble breathing, too, probably from those cracked ribs, and her left arm is skewed at an angle that is completely impossible without dislocation and possibly broken bones.

So yeah. Imagin one. Above-average, skilled human? Zero.]
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25 August 2008 @ 12:59 am
014 - And he saw neither sun nor moon / But heard the roaring of the sea  
[Aniki is not in a particularly good mood, it seems. She's staring into space, sitting on a rail of the wooden fence that circles the packed-dirt practice yard she's towed along with her to the plane. There's training equipment of various kinds slung over the fence--wooden swords and leather belts and scabbards, harnesses, weights.]

[She has a shapeless brown bag thrown over her shoulder and seems to be stroking its contents. A little furry brown-gray kitty head pokes up for a moment and disappears again.]

Oh, now, Laddiebuck. It's not that scary.
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22 August 2008 @ 12:19 am
013 - Cold blows the wind to my true love / And gently drops the rain  
[Aniki is carrying her glowstone and walking along the beach, a vacant look on her face.


She blows on the stone again and it brightens. She holds it up as high as she can and watches the water moving in and out of the dark.]


I think I'm beginning to miss the sun.



[[SO HERE'S ANIKI, the truth-empath. As per usual, message me with things you do/don't want her to be able to see, and--if you prefer--include in the brackets the random facts you'd like her to see about your character when she's not focusing. Of course, she doesn't realize she can do this, or why she's feeling so :| ]
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21 August 2008 @ 01:11 am
012 - They could neither see the house nor hall / nor coal nor candle-light  
[There is someone wander the plane, sans her little glow-stone. Why is this? Well, while looking for food sources, she discovered the unique property of the lampflowers that I made up during a moment of crack another thread. SO. She is glowing. Rather brightly, as she finds it comes in handy, so she ate a few. They tasted nasty. :| And she's also got a pillow case full of lampflower petals slung over one shoulder.]

If I don't find that damned kitchen again soon I'm going to skin and eat the next person I see.
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19 August 2008 @ 10:56 am
011 - There were three ravens sat on a tree / They were as blacke as they might be  
[Aniki has been wandering, and found her way to Ammy's forest. She's in a deep part of the stream, where it forms a little basin-pool, her clothes hung on a branch at its edge for washing when she's finished with herself.

She's wearing her breastband and underwear this time at least, for the sake of whatever shy lad might come wandering by, but she's not really looking for company. The lampflowers throw odd spheres of light around themselves, turning the forest into a deep-hued patchwork punctuated by electric butterflies. The water where she is looks nearly black due to the strange play of light. Aniki rubs the back of her neck with a happy sigh and starts singing in a soft alto.]

Where I have been is a thousand tales,
where I'll go a thousand more--
I'll ne'er be your lady love
and ne'er your fancy's whore.

I cannae tell you where I'm wandering to.
It's just the compass call--
So you can follow me, my lad,
or follow not at all.
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14 August 2008 @ 09:29 am
011 - And three good towers on Reidswire fells/he left them all on fire.  
[Aniki staggers onto the plane, dropping, rolling, and narrowly avoiding the series of flaming debris that comes with her. Beams and bits of furniture smash to the ground, either blazing brighter for a few moments as they explode or bouncing and skittering across the plane in crackles of sparks.

When she staggers to her feet she winces and clutches her arm.]

Mother, Maid, and Crone. One moment I'm here and the next I pop away home and the sarden building is on fire! Any lad or lass about who cares to explain what just happened?
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08 August 2008 @ 11:06 pm
010  
[She's wearing an exercise outfit, loose and comfortable un-dyed cotton, with a harness strapped around her chest bearing an array of metal weights. Her arms and legs are weighted too, and she's holding her sword and a battered wooden shield, running through drills with the cold-eyed focus of someone feeling for their mistakes.]


[[What she's doing looks rather like THIS, though the actual drills don't start until about 1:00 in.]]
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29 July 2008 @ 10:30 am
008  
[She's shown up on the plane in the past while soaked and tied up; while naked; while spattered with other people's blood--BUT IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANIKI FORFRYSNING? I should say not. This time she's the one bleeding. Sort of all over. She scowls and mutters to herself while trying to keep pressure on the worst of several wounds.]

I swear by Mithros, I've ruined more shirts since coming here....
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27 July 2008 @ 10:11 pm
 
[It's Aniki! Bright-eyed and grinning and speaking German still. She's taken to it.]

Whichever one of you Doctor coves can speak this, might I have a word?
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