Javik
COURT
Unseelie
TITLE
Border Shark
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL
Yes. Possesses Maglor's Magic Ring, but doesn't tell anyone
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Scima/The Station
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 You can't tie down a banjo man
MAJOR EVENTS Promotion
Following his participation in the war and his work along the borders, Javik is given the title of Captain within the Unseelie army. Treun
Javik attends the summer Tourney in Treun, and meets with the Governor again. Amunet
Javik learns the secret of Vanessa's Ives possession during Samhain. | YEAR ONE | YEAR TWO | YEAR THREE
TIMELINE OF EVENTS | SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) | - MARCH - The new king of birds brings late snowstorms and a deep freeze to the Drabwurld. Visiting the ruins of Caer Scima, Javik travels with Katsa to assist refugees to the Third Tooth of Dorchadas. Javik visits Vanessa's spire, and once the snow has gone, he visits Damon and his sand worms. Maglor will be gone, having left Javik his magic ring and a shard-palantir. Javik is now the last of the Fellowship of Grumpy Old Men (and a Genie). Aragorn uses the shard-palantir to contact those that also have one.
- APRIL - Reul's Right Hand, The Winter King and Unseelie General Saber Alter recruits Javik as an officer in the military. Not one to let emotions get control of him, Javik will bust up that harp as soon as he realizes what's going on. Time not spent flipping out about harps will be used to continue patrolling Dorchadas.
- MAY - No more lockets or fairy rings or monarchs! Javik goes swan hunting, and racks up some cash to fund his travels. He stops in at the new trading post, meeting Vol'jin's brother-of-sorts, Thrall. At the Station he crosses paths with Midna, and they both head south together. Unfortunately, the road to Treun is awfully close to Seelie territories...
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) | - JUNE - Javik attends, but does not participate in the tourneys at Treun. He reconnects with Effy, Ben and Hikaru, and meets Diarmuid and Katherine. Athame has her second litter of puppies in the city. Following the tourney he meets with Debal to discuss replacing Vridan's grave marker... and the governor gets to dogsit Prativ for awhile.
- JULY - Javik heads south to Leathann, and is entirely unaware of the hangings in Daonna until news reaches that far south.
- AUGUST - Leathann's Festival of Lights occurs during the second week. Javik attends and observes, and visits the Tower of the Oracle. While there's no obvious mark left behind by Vridan, the design of the tower is reminiscent of the architecture found on Feros and Eden Prime. Returning to the mainland, Javik teams up with Diarmuid to take down some rampant forest golems.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) | - SEPTEMBER - Language is of no concern to him when people lose the ability to understand one another. He returns to Treun for the wreath festival, and is knee-deep in the resulting riots. 'Wish you were here' postcard material. Ben takes a look through Javik's eyes to check up on him, and Javik doesn't appreciate it.
- OCTOBER - Samhain! Javik meets Wan (twice), argues with Damon, gets drunk with Unseelie soldiers and the Brucolac, gets harassed by Effy and Archer and dances with Vanessa. He later returns to Vanessa's spire despite her warning against it.
- NOVEMBER - After Samhain, Javik makes his yearly trip to Loch Sluagh, to visit the grave of Vridan and replace the marker. Following this he will return to Dorchadas to pick up his duties in the Unseelie army.
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) | - DECEMBER - Protheans may have evolved as hunters, but the White Hart gets the drop on him. Javik will be a bear for the remainder of the month.
- JANUARY - Travelling Dorchadas and/or a bear.
- FEBRUARY - Travelling Dorchadas. Javik catches up with Katsa at the third spire, Diasbaile.
| | SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) | - MARCH - The skeletons strike while Javik is at Damon's spire.
- APRIL - Missing fairies. Who cares.
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notavirtue) wrote2015-01-15 10:35 pm
LATE MAY | THE ROAD SOUTH | CLOSED
Javik was just passing through, thankfully. He’d lived at the Station for a few scant weeks, before the need to travel pulled at him again. It worked in his favor, apparently – he wouldn’t have wanted to be here or at Caer Scima when the battle came down. He lingered long enough to see a few familiar faces, and one in particular took an interest in what he was doing, and where he was going.
While Javik usually preferred to travel alone, the further south he went, the more dangerous things were going to get. Even if Treun was open to Seelie and Unseelie alike, the road there went right up against a lot of Caer Glaem’s territory. Getting that far south without trouble was likely impossible, so he didn’t refuse when Midna suggested they go together. Just to look at her, one wouldn’t think she was cut out for this sort of life. Still, their first conversation had been interesting, and he wanted to see what she was capable of here.
The two varren, Athame and Prativ, often ran ahead. When they brought back small game, Javik added it to the small load the single pack horse he’d purchased was carrying. The horse still shied away from him, but with enough carrots and time, that was changing. At times Javik would fish in the Aster with his bare hands, so they were never really hungry or wanting for food. He kept a sharp eye on the other side of the river, though, watching and waiting for trouble.
It was midday now, and they’d paused for a break, both for themselves and the horse. Once they crossed the Aster, the landscape would give way to the rolling plains of Treun. That, he thought, was the worst place to be. There was nowhere to hide out there, although it did made ambushes difficult.
"Can you see the varren?" He was digging through one of the packs tied to the horse, glancing over at Midna briefly. The pair of them had been gone for a few hours, though they rarely went out too far.
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All the same, when she learned of Javik's intentions, she couldn't resist wanting to accompany him, regardless of what he thought of her. While she liked him plenty, she was under the impression that perhaps he didn't quite feel the same in return. And she couldn't blame him for that. Few people could, after all, stomach the extended presence of one sarcastic and oft snooty princess. Yet he'd permitted her to attend and perhaps that was out of curiosity.
His beast companions she took almost an immediate like to. It was almost like travelling with a wolf, or shadow kargaroks. Basically she found beauty in even the grotesque and the varren weren't particularly aesthetically pleasing. But she was utterly charmed by them and in their personal companionship almost never stopped with her sly, secretive smile. Having one herself would have proven useful.
Javik himself, was useful, and she had a distinct appreciation for that. She kept her ears attentive, able to pick up on most of the subtle sounds, but when it came down to the truth of things, she couldn't claim to be anywhere near as practical. Even with Link, she'd mostly delegated responsibility. Working with Wan had been a special case and all things considered, Midna still preferred to live a luxurious life, as much as she didn't want to admit to it aloud.
A hand at her hip, when Javik addressed her, Midna was taking in their environment, finding it all too bright for her preference. Although Zelda's kindness had given her the ability to withstand it, that never lasted forever. Consequently, Midna found herself attempting to retreat better beneath her cloak and silently praying for night to fall. She squinted at his question and quickly began an investigative scouting with her eyes.
"...Not from here," she admitted, knowing her eyes weren't so good. "If they are hunting, they will return in their own time." Looking over to Javik, she cocked an eyebrow, "You do not think they are merely hunting, perhaps. What do you propose we do? I doubt they come to a call of 'puppy, puppy, puppy.'" But then to be fair, Link never would have come to that, either.
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"I am not concerned," he said, noting the way she kept herself under that cloak whenever the sun was too bright. Given the time of year, that was more often than not, and she seemed a lot more comfortable after dark. Whatever her species, he didn't question it; having someone else with sharp night vision meant they were that much safer. "Whatever they are doing, they will return. It has simply been longer than usual."
Some cycles he paid attention to, others not so much. Athame's behavior had been off the past few weeks, and only recently was he realizing it was similar to her heat last October. So, the varren being out of sight and out of mind was probably a small blessing. Vanishingly small when he realized another litter was likely on its way. Judging by the way Midna had taken to them, and they to her, he hoped that was at least one pup spoken for.
"If you are hungry, now is the time to eat." Javik didn't intend to make a fire, but their food was walking away as the horse took the opportunity to get away from him.
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It was spoken carefully, but with a distinct blatant demeanour that was so very Midna. Never one for futzing around, the princess had never been much for tact and that seemed to suit her well, especially in Javik's company. Two peas in a pod. Not necessarily the most friendly peas, but what was that saying...? Birds of a feather flock together. Or something like it. And Midna wasn't so blind as to not be capable of seeing that to some degree, Javik was someone she could not only sympathise with, but also agree with on many points.
"No matter," she continued. "You know them best. If you are confident in them, I will be as well." His question caused her to raise an eyebrow. Since Scima's fall and her relocation to Mair, Midna had found much of her appetite either waned or hardly present. If she'd eaten well in the Twilight Realm, she'd certainly grown more accustomed to the lesser finer things in the Drabwurld, especially during travels.
Midna set her gaze on him pointedly, "Are you? I have no knowledge in cooking anything. Or do you even cook what you eat? I would almost think you more interested in your food being raw." Which wasn't even an insult, despite the very convenient way it could have been misconstrued as one. If anything, she was almost... amused by the concept.
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"There is still salted meat," he said, meeting her pointed look with one of his own. Back home, he'd never eaten in front of anyone. Here, he'd been forced to give up that paranoid habit, especially when travelling with company. There was just no good way to sneak a meal without being even more suspicious. "But you are correct in thinking that I prefer raw over cooking."
Sometimes, after he caught a fish in the river, he'd eat it right then and there. The fresher, the better, even if it wasn't seafood. Pulling the horse back onto the road, he opened the map, spreading it over the horse's pack as a flat surface and squinted at it. At least they were making good time, and the weather had been... behaving. Mud slowed them down more than anything.
"Do not expect me to cook for you," he finally finished, as an after thought. When Javik cast another glance at her, he wound up doing a double take, before frowning at something behind her. They were still some distance off, but someone else was coming up the road.
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"Do not expect me to cook for you," he said. Once more a sly curve hooked into her mouth and she had every reason to begin one of several charmingly entitled ways to respond. "Oh, please..."
Yet the way he very pointedly set his attention elsewhere, and so abruptly at that, gave her not only pause, but successfully had her physically turning toward whatever had unpleasantly enraptured him so. "What is it, Javik?" And even as she said it, her insides tensed. Without a doubt the rule of the oh-so-foreign land was to expect the unexpected, and while she was keen on survival, a little more familiar with what she lacked in terms of skills, she had to wonder how long she could keep on 'keeping on' by way of her hair alone.
In other words, she knew she wasn't invincible and her power was nothing in the Drabwurld in comparison to what it was in the Twilight. "...What do you see that I... do not?" she asked a bit quieter as she scrutinised the distance.
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"Other travelers," he said. Not unusual, and not the first, but this far south... There were no woods nearby to take cover, and the river certainly wouldn't help them. Any attempt they made to be scarce would be obvious, so they were going to have to stick this one out.
He took the horse's lead as a precaution, all four eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. After a few moments, their soon-to-be visitors were close enough for him to distinguish.
"Six of them, all mounted." That flash of gold and green off their armor was enough to tell him who they were, without the Seelie banner one of them carried. With his free hand he pulled his knife out, offering the hilt to Midna. "They are Seelie men. Prepare yourself."
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Or so Midna tended to perceive the court royalty as.
She eyed the knife he offered in her direction and found herself briefly pausing. It would likely do no good to say anything about how I'm hardly good with my own. At least not at the present moment. "Keep that one for yourself," she managed to reply, considering the possibility that he likely didn't even need it. As she reached under her half skirt, she showed him the bejeweled dagger Saber had picked out for her. "I doubt I would know what to do with two."
It seems my hair will be having the conversation for me, she thought, briefly replaying the conversation she'd had with Wan over that precise thing. Again.
She didn't need to say it, but... "Be careful, Javik."
sorry, waffled on this one :x
He didn't return her warning - he'd lived this long, and while it was longer than he'd anticipated, this wasn't the way he was going out. There were things back home to needed to be dealt with yet.
Once the Seelie spotted them, they picked up the pace, and within a few minutes they were pulling their horses up short in front of them.
"You're a bit far south, yeah?" Their supposed leader was a gruff looking man, dark eyes and coarse black hair looking mismatched against his golden armor. The rest of them looked young, and one obviously elven. Javik squinted at him a moment, but couldn't recognize his features as anyone related to Maglor. They were probably all natives. "Or are you unlucky shits lost?"
"We are traveling to Treun," Javik replied coolly, hands fists at his sides. It was subtle, but one of the men in the back raised his crossbow just a hair.