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OTA - Father's day storm

Ailyshia's temper was bitingly cold. She had never used a holodeck before, had no clue what one was, but she had been passing one when she heard a familiar voice, one that chilled her to the bone. She stopped, and for once ignored the instincts that told her to just keep walking. She went to the sound of that voice and the man she saw.... he should be dead. Not Demon Dead, just dead. Whatever happened to everyone who bore the taint, he should have gone with them.

She hadn't seen him since she had left home. And now she was faced with him, well away from home. The air around her froze. Theiorn stepped between her and the man, but it little mattered. His whole attention was on her, and she saw nothing but him.

"Well," he said simply. "You've grown up."

The strength of Theiorn's shields were all that kept the room from exploding. As it is, he fell back against them, way from her. He tried to push to his feet, but maintaining his shields against her frozen rage was all he could manage. "SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO TURN THIS THING OFF!" he roared into the corridors, having a sense that whatever brought whoever this was, wasn't magic.

Ailyshia was snarling, trying to blast her way through the shield that was keeping her from blasting her father to a very fine ash.

OTA - On the Planet

Ailyshia had been in a foul mood ever since she saw her father, and was not allowed to kill him. She was just barely able to tolerate any males at all because she was finally convinced that he had, more or less, been like a tangled web. Not actually there. Just a cruel trick preying on her mind. But after that, she needed time on the planet with the plants.

She would be avoiding any unknown males there, and her work area is shielded around her, so anyone who tries to approach will not be able to touch her. Her gold eyes are filled with angry tears and furry as she works with a single minded determination.

Locked to Raiden (and Minoru if he wants, since that wasn't plotted, but would work!) and backdated to when the planet trip was announced.

The Queen was resting, excited about the upcoming trip, but he knew she was trying to convince herself not to offer aid. Which would destroy her emotionally, since this - even more than ruling the people - was what a Queen was born to do. But spending a week in the sun again so soon might well finish the kill. so after shielding their quarters, he went searching for one of the few males here he could trust. Raiden. If he saw him or Minoru, he would stop them.

"Prince. May I speak with you a moment?"

(OOC, feel free to post for multiple prompts, just in separate replies. TY!!!!!)

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Raiden had gone planetside with Ailyshia at Theiorn's request, but once there, had given the Queen far more space than the male would have ever dared. Raiden occasionally looked to her well being, but only so far as coming within sight of her to make certain she appeared otherwise well.

He was what some might consider dressed down for the occasion. Gone is the elegant blue tabard and armor on his arms and legs. Instead, he is in a rather peasant-like Gi, blue wrappings about his arms and legs as he goes about doing what he finds to be helpful. He has watched mortals go from hunter-gatherer tribes, to agricultural and then technological masters of their realm. There has not yet been need to call the rain, but soon he will need to do so. The land is parched and in need of relief.

He's been milling about with others but finally comes over to Ailyshia, properly within speaking distance before offering her a small nod of his head. His hands are slightly stained with dirt, but somehow his clothes have not suffered even a smudge though he's been doing all manner of work. As far as the covering on his head seems warm under the alien sun, he doesn't appear to be sweating either.

"Queen Ailyshia, may I join you?"

She reacted first to the male quality of the voice, and her head whipped around, her eyes glaring. When she saw who it was, though... it took a moment... but some of the coldness left her eyes. She dropped the shields. It was only her care for the plants that was keeping her temper even enough that she didn't freeze or burn with her touch. Her hands were more beat up than usual, however, her finger tips bleeding freely.

"You will not touch me," she said coolly.

"I have no intention to." Raiden glances to her hands which bleed, remembering Theiorn's concerns for her back on Pacifica. He can attend to them before they leave for the ship later, but for now will let her do what she wishes with little questioning.

"I only wished to notify you that I will be calling in a rainstorm later this afternoon. If you wished to remain dry, I can see you back to the ship before hand. Otherwise, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the shower." He looks to the ground before him, a withering plant nearby. It looks just barely clinging to life and he sighs, reaching out and setting a dirty hand into the earth, feeling the dryness and frowning. He would call the rain sooner, but there was much work to be done to prepare the ground so it could gain the most benefit from the gentle storm.

She saw the plant he was attending to, and frowned, then she sliced her finger open with a sharpened nail from her other hand, and put her blood into the soil. She pushed her gift through the blood. "this land is parched," she said, her voice hollow. The plant started doing better almost immediately. "There is only so much I can do."

Especially with her emotions in turmoil.

Raiden watches her, but then raises his eyes to the skies. There isn't a cloud to be seen and he frowns, his eyes sparking faintly.

"The winds are unfavorable here, but not insurmountable. I have summoned storms under more difficult circumstances." He closes his eyes a moment, the air around him gaining a slight charge but the wisps of electricity about him stick to his hat and his arms before dissipating.

"The ground will have it's long-awaited reprieve. If there is enough time, perhaps my brother and I can work the skies further, and ensure there are a few more storms even after we leave. Those who live here must learn to better tend the earth, or they will only repeat their mistakes." There is almost the sound of a knell to his words, a final judgement. Raiden did not approve of those who abused the ground, and if drought and famine returned, he was inclined to let them reap the fruits of their folly.

She hesitated, then said, "I... might be able to help. Can you explain the craft you will be using to summon the storm?" The planting rituals could be of use, if they needed to draw water form a source to add it to the cycle.

"I will be speeding up the evaporation of water from a natural source to create the necessary clouds. I will be heading out shortly to search for a nearby lake or sea from which to draw it. If my brother is available, he can turn the winds to help drive the storm more quickly than I could do alone."

"There is a ritual done during the spring plantings back home, I might be able to use it to help," she said. The desire to help the land won out over her anger. It always would Even when that anger was rooted in terror.

"What does this ritual entail?" He's curious, knowing of many mortal rituals to invoke his, or Fujin's, favor for storms.

"As in the practical end result? It is for enriching water that will be used to water plants." Using her own blood and power. To release into that much, as the only Queen present, would take more than she usually was willing to give, but so long as she rested after, and ate... she should be fine.

Theiorn would know, and would never allow it. But Raiden? She wasn't sure.

"As in the ritual itself." Having seen all the blood-letting, and given some himself, he's not certain if this is yet more of the same. Fujin, he doubts, would be so welcoming to blood magik mixing with their own and he needs to know the details.

"Usually there is song and dance, and a bit of a feast after, but in essence, there are words to be spoken as a Queen's blood is offered to the water, and then other words spoken as she releases her power into it. The water when used enrich the land. Usually it is done over a small area, and the plants in rows are watered so that the first and last of each row get a full dipper, and the plants between share a dipper full, unless the row is atypically long. That part, apparently, would have to be amended."

"Perhaps it might be best to conduct this after the rain has been brought to the land." Raiden frowns slightly, limiting the look of concern trying to work its way into his expression. He appreciates her willingness to help the colony, but this is indeed more blood magik.

"The colony will have their reservoirs replenished when it is over, and enough water to perform your ritual. There will be additional storms until we leave, and hopefully it will be enough to let the natural weather of the realm take over from there."

"There is only so much I can do this way, joined with your craft, I can aid more plants over a further stretch of the Land."

"You must forgive me Queen Ailyshia, but I will not mix our elements with that of blood magik. Regardless of your intentions, doing so nearly destroyed our realm once, and I will not take that risk again with another." Not only the realm, but Fujin had nearly been killed, and Raiden cannot bear to see his brother suffer again so soon.

"What magic is there other than the Craft of the Blood?" she asked, frowning a bit. Fine, so she had seen some magic here that was done without Jewels, but at the moment she was not inclined to be fair, nor was she thinking clearly.

"I use elemental magic. The sort created of the realms themselves. Where I am from, there are many ways to power magic, including ways beyond the basic elemental forms."

"The only magic in my world is the Craft, and only the Blood can use it. Nothing I would do would EVER harm the Land, Prince," she snapped.

"I am not the Blood, and while I gave mine to save the existence of your Prince, I do not invoke magic with it." His response is calm, but firm.

"It carries power by the very nature of what I am, and not because of any Craft. Regardless of your intentions, I have no desire to mingle dark magics with my soul. You will have your water after the rain passes."

"There is nothing wrong with the Darkness, Prince," she snapped, vanishing her tools as she stood, fury in her gold eyes. "It is not my fault if you are not dark enough to do what needs to be done!" She turned then, and stalked away from him.

He stood with a frustrated sigh, following behind her patiently and not caring that he was still covered in dirt.

"Queen Ailyshia. It is not that I am not dark enough, it is that I am created of the light. If that light is corrupted, then I will no longer be protector of my realm." Well, corrupted too much. Raiden's already tainted himself, but that's a detail that he doesn't see as critical to mention right now.

She spun on her heel, furious. "Power comes from Darkness, Prince. You cannot be created of light, and dark does not corrupt. It is power, not the taint!"

He stops, watching her with that patent, calm expression as she rounds on him in anger. There's a betraying flicker of lightning within his eyes as he stands still, looking down at her as she speaks. He's irritated, but minding how much he lets show.

"Such is it in your realm, but not mine." His words are low, voice deep as he tries to impress upon her that where Darkness is power in her realm, Light is in his.

"It is not that I condemn your use here of Blood magik to help, but I have concerns that there are fundamental differences in our realms which could negatively affect both of us. You would have me risk my responsibility as protector of my realm, to help this one?"

"You aren't in your realm!" she snapped. She might have been more reasonable on any other day, or speaking to another Witch. But Q had just oh so kindly put her in contact with her dead-for-good-reason father, who was, along with his friend Lord Menzar, the reason she developed a terror and hatred of all things male. So she was not of a mind to be reasonable or fair. She was of a mind to see everything as an attack, and react as such.

There is a visible sadness there that expresses itself in his face and posture, but he nods, eyes glancing briefly to the earth near her feet.

"No, I am not." It is not that he concedes to her use of magic alongside his, but he does not fight her angry statement. He only wishes to return to his realm, but that is the one thing he is not able to have.

"But it still needs me, as this realm needs relief. I ask that you try to understand."

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This is kind of blahed over in the books, so quickly creating head canon

that's alright. :)

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