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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Jan 14, 2024 12:01:51 GMT -5
Cyran could see the equations being calculated in Fish’s head; attempting to add two and three together to get four and wondering why the numbers didn’t fit. The answers weren’t computing. He understood that comprehending numbers was easier for the bird. They did not shift and change the way emotions did. Fish could take as long as they needed. Cyran was still here.
Instead of yielding, though, they merely repeated the same assertion they’d repeated earlier. Every movement of their fingers, hesitant. Repeating the only thing they knew. Before he realized what was happening, Cyran’s cheeks felt warm - his heart utterly broken by the life that Fish had lived. He made no move to wipe the tears from his face, nor did he yet make any move to get closer to Fish while they wanted space.
I am being Fish.
Because Fish had already made their existence synonymous with doing things for others, at their own benefit. Because all Fish knew how to do was business. Their sense of self was so tangled and complicated that it was only in this moment that Cyran realized he’d never heard Fish refer to themselves in the first person until this moment.
“And you do a wonderful job at helping others. Look at how much you’ve already done to help me with this job.” Cyran started, each word slow and careful. “And that’s just one wonderful part of what makes you Fish. But it’s not the only part. Fish isn’t just useful. They are intelligent, resourceful, and endlessly curious about the world. Even if you don’t know those parts, I love them about you. And I want you to be able to see and love and know them like I do.”
He tapped at his chin in thought. It wasn’t just important to say things to Fish that he wanted them to hear; but to connect to them on a level they understood. “How about this… why don’t we do a scientific experiment together? After we finish clearing out the ice, we do something not related to the job at all. We put it aside. If there was one thing you could do with me, that wasn’t related to a mission or making money, what would you want to try?”
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Jan 15, 2024 0:06:17 GMT -5
"Do not patronize Fish." They scowl up at Cyran. Part of them knows that is not what's happening here and Cyran can likely see that, though it likely won't blunt the sting of the words.
Fish is less pushing Cyran away and more just lashing out as it becomes too much for them to process. They manage to keep themselves from fully shutting down and just running away. They'd learned quite a bit since their first meeting with Cyran, if Fish wanted to they probably could escape from his watchful eyes.
"There is a job to do here first...It is unprofessional to plan new work before finishing the current job." The bird checks the depth of the ice again as the conversation had drifted from the original focus.
Fish flicks out a throwing knife and starts to hop down the ice. Every so often they tap a foot on the ground, eyes keenly focused on the spot they tap as they turn their head. At some points, Fish takes the knife to carve an X into the surface before continuing on.
The conversation with Cyran hasn't left their mind. Occasionally their gaze flicks over to the elf before looking back to the ice. As always, it's hard to read Fish's facial expressions because they don't have many, but the bird certainly is thinking.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Jan 20, 2024 15:35:57 GMT -5
Since meeting Fish, Cyran had learned a lot. Fish was a challenge in the most fulfilling of ways; they were a child who didn’t want to be treated like a child, a criminal who rebuffed all rules and authority. And yet, it had taught him perhaps the most important lesson of all. Showing love to someone for whom affection had been taught in terms of honor amongst thieves, and love was practically nonexistent. It made it hard for them to recognize care and show it in turn. Cyran’s smile didn’t waver, even as they snapped at him.
He remained calm and even, perched where he was at Fish’s eye level. “I would never patronize you, Fish. I want to be open and honest with you. Even as uncomfortable as the truth might be sometimes - it means a lot to me that you know that you can ask whatever you want, and you’ll receive an honest answer.” Fish might have rebuffed everything he’d been saying. But they hadn’t run.
It meant they trusted Cyran, even on a subconscious level.
And that was the most important step.
Cyran stood, brushing chips of ice and snow off of his pants. Taking that dismissal as an end to their current line of conversation, he offered one last small smile. “Right, of course. Then if you think of anything, let me know when we’re done with the job okay?”
He kept a careful eye at Fish carving small etches into the ice, occasionally glancing back at Cyran, which the elf pretended not to be aware of if only to ensure Fish had the privacy to process whatever they were thinking of. After a few moments of observation, he leaned over and put a hand on Fish’s shoulder - a brief touch. An air of warmth rippled around them, protecting them from the sheer cold.[1]
“There. That should help you work more efficiently.” He murmured, affectionate and warm. “Now what do you want me to do? I meant what I said - I’m following your lead.” He tapped his boot against one of the markings thoughtfully. Cyran had little in the way of warmth and fire, but he still had the potion of fire breath, and if Fish wanted him to use it, he’d wait for the signal. 1. Resist the Elements - Ice
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Jan 21, 2024 11:01:58 GMT -5
Fish is silent for the next few minutes as they let the work subsume them. This is what Fish knows, what they understand, what they can control. They just hopped from spot to spot going through their processes.
The spell was a bit unnecessary, Fish had instinctually fluffed up their feathers to keep them nice and toasty. They are far too buried in their work to even notice the change anyways. The bird stands the in the middle of all of their markings doing a bit more mental math. Fish makes a few small little chirps and small bird voices as they think, almost as if they are muttering to themselves.
"Fish needs you to use the potion to thin the ice between the markings. Just go until the effects run out....but try to make it as even a spread as possible."
They hop back to shore to get a safe distance away. There is a near 0 percent chance that the ice breaks from just the fire, but a good scientist is always safe. Fish was a good scientist.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Jan 29, 2024 17:47:00 GMT -5
The fact that Fish was comfortable enough around Cyran to let out a series of chirps while they worked, which Cyran was electing to take as a good sign. Or at least a not negative one.
He was beyond the point of worrying about whether or not Fish would ever hate him for misstepping; a long time ago, a time of the past, Cyran would have been concerned he was overstepping his bounds, but more than that, he cared for Fish, and knew the young thief did too, in their own way. Even if it was a sentiment as simple as ‘I can work with him more than once’; because that was how Fish seemed to understand trust and care. That mattered.
“Okay… got it.” He pulled the elixir from his belt, cautiously sipping at the contents. The liquid burned the back of his tongue, a sudden burst of sharpness that made him queasy. Cyran clapped a hand over his mouth before remembering that the point was not to keep the fire contained, and did his best to aim at the markings Fish had made on the ice - that was the last conscious thought he managed right before a burst of flame left his mouth, nearly knocking him off of his feet.
Okay. So he hadn’t expected that to be as strong as it was. Cyran grimaced, doing his best to keep himself steady, and his movements even. The air simmered with heat, the ice weakening under the application of flame. It was a good thing Fish had hopped to shore. Though the ice would not break so easily, as thick as it was, the weakening of the foundation meant that the ex-assassin’s weight sent little ripples and cracks through the ice as he moved.
It made him nervous, but he supposed a dip in freezing waters wasn’t the worst fate if it meant Fish wouldn’t be harmed by the risk of… well, playing with fire.
Cyran’s line wasn’t as even as it could be, but it created a weakness in the ice that could be exploited, given time and care. Once the potion ran its course, Cyran would pull out the same sword he’d revealed earlier, one with an enchantment for simmering, scorching heat carved into it. “I suppose, now, we… start chunking it up?” He tilted his head, waiting to see what Fish would do. Mostly, he was worried the bird would pull out an explosive whose scientific mechanisms were beyond his comprehension. He was still trying to wrap his head around the gun.
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Jan 29, 2024 18:24:28 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Cyran, exactly what he was worried about was happening. Once the fire clears Fish hops back onto the ice. They look around the area a little annoyed it didn't work as well as they had hoped.....maybe more capsaicin next time. Fish will have to adjust. The bird starts to put an explosive cask into every hole the pair had dug out. They pause to look at the first one, deciding to pack in just a bit more gunpowder. Between the different sections, a wax-lined wick follows behind. Fish brings all of the wicks to the center point between all of the spots and braids them together. They set the wicks down onto the ice and take another moment to look between the spots once again. When it seems like they are satisfied they reach into their alchemical pouch again and get a bit of soot on their talons. Fish holds a hand over the wick and snaps, a magical spark of flame hopping forth to light the wicks.[1] Cyran could tell this was actually Fish's own magic at work, this was not borrowed from Kamille or some fancy gadget but their own skill. Any amazement at this fact is likely quickly replaced by the bird running past them as fast as crow-ly possible. Fish does not stop running until they are near the building where they first started. Fish's eyes watch with rapt attention to see the results of their work. It is silent on the docks as the wicks hiss towards their targets. The waiting is tense until... BOOM.There is a flash of a fireball that engulfs everyone's vision for a moment before it clears. The shockwave of the blast pushes Fish into Cyran's legs. Some nearby windows shatter and doors rattle, but when the dust clears the ice is broken. It will still take proper work and an icebreaker ship to clear things, but ships can actually move which is the important part.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 4, 2024 13:30:17 GMT -5
In lieu of an answer, Fish got back to work, which Cyran wasn’t sure to take as reassurance or worry. They were messing with equipment that Cyran didn’t recognize - he was tempted to ask, but they were deep in concentration, a spark coming to life between their fingertips. Real magic… not a result of a ring or an item but the result of their own study. Cyran couldn’t help but be proud before remembering what they were here to do.
“Wait just a tick-”
Then Fish started running.
“Shit!” Cyran swore under his breath, not even bothering to run after the bird. He summoned forth the shadows, a pair of spectral wings coalescing from the dark - and like a shot from a crossbow he took after Fish in the air.[1,2] Past the ice, the pier, the swaths of buildings until they were back where they started, flipping around and bending over, intending to grab Fish and take to the air, shielding them from the blast -
The ensuing explosion rocked Cyran’s world, pressure and heat rippling through the air as a burst of white-hot flame skyrocketed upwards. Fish hit his legs, and Cyran knelt, wrapping tight around them and curling his wings around the little bird, protecting them from debris and fire the best he could.
Only when the explosion died down did Cyran release his hold on them, assessing them for injuries. A myriad of emotions filtered through his chest - incredulity being at the forefront - but right now he was only focused on worry. “Fish, are you alright? That was - that was so strong, you were so close - what if you hadn't gotten away fast enough?" 1. Bat Wings 2. Quicken
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Feb 4, 2024 13:46:38 GMT -5
"Fish had it timed out, Fish knew that Fish would be safe." They wriggle free from Cyran's gasp to hop back towards the pier to survey the results of their work.
Most people would be very concerned with what just happened, but Fish was a little disappointed. It didn't seem to be as complete a break up as they had been hoping for. It did the job, but perhaps it could have been better.
They take out a little notebook and start to scribble some notes in the margin. Little equations are written out as Fish glances back from the ice sheets to the notebook. More saltpeter? Develop more efficient fuel? Different fuels for burning effect? Thoughts and questions are jotted down as Fish's mind immediately goes to how to improve the job next time.
"Fish believes this is successfully completed. Should we alert the dockmaster or whoever requested the job?"
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 13, 2024 10:02:04 GMT -5
Cyran didn’t move as Fish wriggled from his grasp.
“I didn’t know you were going to be okay.” His tone was not frosty, but cold with worry. His heart still hammered in his chest, flashes of how close that explosion had been haunting him as he closed his eyes. “You didn’t let me know what you were planning. I had no idea whether you’d make it safe or not. And even though everything turned out okay, there was still a moment where I had to confront the possibility it wasn’t.”
He couldn’t - couldn’t do this again.
“And it scared me.”
His face felt hot, eyes stinging. It took Cyran a moment to realize that he’d started crying. He hiccuped, furiously wiping at his cheeks to destroy any evidence of his weakness while Fish hopped away, evidently done with the conversation. Of course they wouldn’t quite understand Cyran’s worry. The child had grown up without a proper model for what love looked like; or the concept that worry and grief was born from that love, misplaced without an outlet to go anywhere. They wouldn’t fully be able to understand that for a moment, as the world blew up around them and Fish was caught in the crossfire with nothing to protect themselves, Cyran had to stare the possibility of a world without Fish in the face.
Perhaps an overexaggeration, or the active imagination of a frail man. But Cyran had spent the last few months coping with losses he hadn’t been prepared to see, to remain the last one standing as death waved around him. He’d lost Zarius. He couldn’t lose Fish, too.
The flurry of hands in the corner of his vision pulled him out of his stupor. Cyran turned to Fish, drawing in a shuddering breath. He was no longer crying, but the frozen tear-tracks staining his face were damning enough. He nodded, a touch vacant, before forcing himself to center.
He shouldn’t be too upset. He’d been the one to ask Fish to do whatever they wanted, after all. He just hadn’t expected the subsequent explosion to shake his fragile foundations, too.
Fish was fine. They were here next to him, and already mentally filing away this task as complete.
Cyran surveyed the ice. Fish might not have been as pleased with the job, but they’d accomplished what Frostgale locals had not - to clear enough of the ice to allow the ships to move.
“Yes. Good job. We’ll go talk to the Dockmaster and collect the money, and then…” He bit his lip, unsure what else to say. He forced a small, wobbly smile. “Well, if you’re hungry, we can find you something to eat to celebrate a job well done. I’m sure they have a lot of vegetarian friendly options around here for you.”
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Feb 13, 2024 10:52:11 GMT -5
Fish looks back at Cyran with their signature blank stare. Their little eyes can spot the remnants of tears and they can hear the worry in his voice, or at least the tremble that Fish would eventually be able to recognize as worry. The gaze flicks around Cyran to check the elf over, were they injured? No, that wasn't it.
"Fish did not think Cyran would understand the laws of thermodynamics or stoichiometry, so Fish believed it was just easier to do the work. Fish was under the impression Cyran would trust Fish to do the task successfully."
There is no hurt to Fish's actions this time, they are not upset that Cyran got scared and worried for Fish's safety. Even Fish would admit there could have been more safety precautions taken, but this was not a perfect environment. Fish also overlooked that it is much easier to not be scared of the explosion when you know its coming.
Fish had the time to plan their route back, they knew how much time they had, and they knew roughly how big the blast would be. Cyran had none of that and had to process everything in the moment as it happened, not over several minutes like Fish. They were unsure how to proceed because they clearly feel as if they did nothing wrong, but there was something off here.
"Fish will communicate plans in the future...............Fish is not a vegetarian." They look back up tilting their head at Cyran.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Feb 24, 2024 17:57:20 GMT -5
There they were. The words he’d somewhat dreaded hearing; or at least dreaded the possibility he might hear them. Cyran ran his hand through his hair, a desperate attempt to calm himself and prevent from worrying. Remind himself it was not weakness to care.
“It’s true that I don’t understand the science behind it...” Cyran started, slow, careful.
He remembered Marlow, after he bought her first chemistry set, constantly worrying that she was going to blow herself up with every single potion she crafted. She once tried to explain things to him too - the stoic-ometrics or the exits or what have you. Concepts so miniscule they flew over his head before he could even begin to grasp them.
“… But what I understand is that I do trust you. Which is why I want to understand what’s going on when you have a plan. So I don’t get in your way, or even possibly hurt you because I’m so worried you might get hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”
He breathed a sigh of relief when Fish promised to at least communicate their plans in the future. The ex-assassin knew that things would never be perfect, that Fish would continue to learn the heart-achingly grown up things that they did because their childhood had been so broken they’d had to cast it away entirely to survive. Cyran couldn’t stop that, and more importantly, he didn’t want to so long as Fish could practice what he learned in as safe an environment as they could. But at least Cyran could be as informed as he could.
Maybe he could go dust off some of Marlow’s chemistry books still in his possession. Just to be a little more informed. And to be able to talk with Fish about what they liked.
“Good.” He tried for a smile. “That’s all I ask. And I promise to do the same.”
He shook his head with a ghost of a laugh. “No, but I remember you don’t often eat meat because it’s harder for your beak. So we’ll find something that you do like.”
On instinct, he held his hand out, as if to allow Fish to hold it while they walked - and then he remembered who he was with, that Fish wasn’t the kind of person who liked touch, and he allowed his hand to awkwardly hover in the air for a moment before settling back at his side while they walked.
It didn’t take long to find the Dockmaster… well, because he was already at the docks, gaping at the now-broken chunks of ice floating lazily in the frigid waters. The mission report was brief - they didn’t need to explain much when he’d seen it all. But they’d done their job and cleared enough of the ice to allow the ships to move and take care of the rest, so they were compensated for their work, as promised, with a bag of solars. Cyran shook it in his hands and smiled.
“I think since you did a majority of the work it’s only fair that you take it.”
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Feb 25, 2024 11:03:45 GMT -5
"Fish trusts what Fish can do....Fish knows how fast Fish can run, the time Fish has, what needs to happen for Fish to find the most successful route...if Fish has to stop and explain things, that slows Fish down and changes everything."
The explanation is less about making excuses and more about trying to help Cyran understand where the bird's mind is. Being used to working alone, it would make sense Fish doesn't stop to think about someone else even if they do have a partner. Things are so compartmentalized in their head that the other person is not a person with their own fears and worries, but another variable to be considered sometimes.
"Fish just requires things to be bite sized, Fish does not like to peck at things."
They stare at the hand a moment, tilting their head a bit. Cyran would feel a sudden tug, but not for hand holding. Fish grabs onto the hand only to hoist themselves up to perch on his shoulder. Thankfully for Cyran, the aviankin is relatively light. Unfortunately for Fish, Cyran is a bit thinner in profile than Izzy or Del so there isn't as much space to perch but Cyran offered it for some reason so Fish couldn't say no.
When handed the bag of solars, they peer inside and count to make sure it is all there before taking out half and dropping it into Cyran's pocket without warning.
"Rewards are split evenly when on a job. It prevents jealousy and backstabbing." OK so maybe there was at least 1 good lesson Fish picked up from their time as a thief.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Mar 3, 2024 13:15:45 GMT -5
Cyran understood what Fish was explaining. He’d spent the better part of a decade - and a lifetime of solitude before that - working only by himself. He nodded, his panic ebbing away into that familiar aching soul-wrenching sadness that these were the habits Fish had learned to adopt in their youth rather than the joy of learning to lean on and enjoy friends.
Idly, he wondered if Fish might enjoy an outing with Oriole and Andromeda… but they were both taking care of Shade’s Valley, so perhaps not anytime soon. But it would do them some good to learn more with people who were closer to peers, as well.
“I used to think the same way.” He could have said more; about how Del and his kids had shown him that concern was not a one way street, or how teamwork was the force that made people stronger, not weaker, or any other lesson ripped straight from one of his parenting books. But this wasn’t a typical situation. Maybe growing just started with Fish knowing they weren’t alone. “Sometimes I still fall into that habit. But working with people like you and Del makes it easy for me to trust and work together.”
He nodded, thinking of places to eat while Fish… pulled themselves up on his shoulder to perch. Cyran had to stifle a shocked gasp, and smother another fresh wave of tears, because holy shit Fish was holding to him. Though he wasn’t as broad as others, Cyran walked carefully and with grace as not to jostle his little passenger, hopefully providing a comfortable enough perch for the young aviankin.
Cyran’s assertion that the money would go to Fish was met with a wordless reverse-pick pocketing while Fish signed that the money would be split. It was a really professional sentiment, and Cyran wouldn’t do them the injustice of arguing. He could just spend his own portion of the money on them anyways.
“That’s a great attitude to have.” He replied. “Then we’ll split.”
With the money divided between the two, Cyran set off in search of something for them to eat, hoping that Fish would keep what he’d said earlier in mind. There was the job, but once it was said and done, it was okay to think about other things. Eventually he found a tavern which sold fried meats, breads, and vegetables on a stick - easy enough for Cyran to pull off the skewers and put in a little parchment towel for Fish to eat at their own pace. He also ordered a warm cider for the kid; he wasn’t sure if Fish would drink it, but a warm drink would do them some good.
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Post by Fish the Tinkerer on Mar 3, 2024 13:33:22 GMT -5
Fish has mostly checked out for the moment as they recount the coins just to be sure everything is in order. Once they are satisfied, the coin pouch is tucked away and Fish's focus pulls back to what Cyran is saying. Trusting in others was going to be a long and slow lesson for Fish and Cyran probably knew that.
The little aviankin did have a strong subconcious desire to have their own little flock, a family they get to be around, but with everything that's happened to them they've also had to create a fiercely independent lifestyle. The Thieves Guild that took them in was barely a flock, just a collection of loosely connected people. Some decent people who did help Fish, but plenty who only saw Fish as a tool. Still....up until Zarius gave them the first chance of escape, Fish would've done anything to protect them. In a way, Fish still does since they have never revealed who any of those people were.
They hop down from Cyran's shoulders when they approach the tavern and hop inside. Fish waves away the cider and points to grape juice instead. They hold the cup in both hands as they turn to hop towards an open table near the fire.
Their little body ripples as they fluff up their feathers to toss off little bits of snow and start trapping more heat under the feathers. They dip their beak into the juice before tipping the head back to get a drink. There was no avoiding some of these basic bird behaviors.
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Post by Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari on Mar 12, 2024 16:59:07 GMT -5
Cyran waited patiently while Fish finished counting coins. He was not offended by Fish’s desire to have all their ducks in a row. The elven man held no expectation of trust - it would be earned when it was earned and not a moment sooner. Fish had a long way to go and a lot to lean and Cyran’s job wasn’t to get upset with them for being distant but to love them as they were.
And as he’d asserted before - he did.
Despite the frightening hiccup at the end, Cyran couldn’t help but feel pleased with the progress he’d made. Whatever Fish decided to do from here on out - whether they took his words to heart or not - Cyran said what he wanted to say and shown as much support as he could. And the small part of him that hoped Fish might still be able to leave a life of crime behind was proud that Fish had done so well on a job that helped people.
Not for the first time he thought of Marlow, and that she and Fish might get along in their pursuit of scientific endeavors. They would have been good influences for one another, he thought.
They made their way to the tavern, where - to Cyran’s surprise - Fish requested grape juice. “You want this one? Okay…” He handed Fish the cup and kept the warm drink for himself, settling in while Fish tried to drink, another avian behavior that made Cyran’s heart melt.
Dear Lunala, they’re so precious…
A thought that would never see the light of day, much less one Fish would ever hear.
Only now that they were outside from the chill did the cold finally hit Cyran. His natural temperature usually left him vulnerable to these climates, which usually wasn’t such a bad thing, considering Del would be with him acting as a veritable furnace. But without her around, the remnants of frost’s sting lingered. He shivered and shook snow off his cloak before turning back to Fish.
“Do you have a place to stay for the night?” Gods, he hoped Fish wasn’t intending to camp on their own. “Or any other plans while you’re in town?”
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