ain't no party like a ranger party [open]

[elfstone]

Who| Thorongil and anyone!
What| That great big open party log I promised! Thorongil is taking a different approach to this Arena, and that approach involves giving people free food.
Where| Around the arena -- generally in the forest area.
When| Late week 1, post-Bilbo and Sam )':
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to respond using the log prompt itself, but if you have another idea, feel free to throw it at me in a toplevel! Thorongil will be wandering around the Arena hunting for food, so he could stumble on conceivably anything. Ragnar, Anna, I'm looking at you two especially.

For many of you, this Arena will be one of the most traumatic things you've ever experienced.

For Thorongil, it's Tuesday.

Most nights, he camps with a fire. Reckless? Perhaps, if he were trying to win the Arena.

But that's not Thorongil's goal.

He hunts during the day and cooks what he catches at night: if the firelight doesn't draw in other Tributes, the smell will. It's been a few days. They're probably starting to get hungry.

Approach in the open, and he will greet you with a nod of his head. Try to sneak up on him, and he will hear you. "You'd better come out into the light," he will say, putting a hand on the long, sharp spear he's made for himself. "I know you're there."

Comments

[actually112]

"I'm not really sure. It had all my weight on it, plus the force I was pushed with. The man who pushed me was trying to get me out of the way of an alien, so it was pretty hard."

He tries to twist around to look at it. It doesn't work. But the scar looks like a sunburst, like a permanent burn of some kind. "I got it from a lightning strike if that helps at all."

[elfstone]

He shakes his head in wonderment. A lightning strike, hm? "I'm afraid I have little experience with lightning burns, and still less with chakras. But if what you say is true, and a blow to your back in the same place will help..."

Thorongil is willing, cautiously willing, to do it.

He steps forward, dropping to a knee (he's waaaay too tall to do this standing up, the guy's like 6'6" and Aang is, what, 5' max?) and resting a hand on Aang's shoulder. He places a fist against the burn, getting a sense of where it is, where to aim.

"You're sure?" he calls up, checking one last time. Aang has one last chance to back out.

[actually112]

(Aang wishes he were 5'. He's still waiting for another growth spurt.)

"Yep, I'm sure!" Aang, despite the coming punch, is very relaxed. His muscles stay loose and his spine ready to bend. Just in case this doesn't work, far less damage will be done if he can roll with the punch instead of try to resist it. "Let's see if this works again."

[elfstone]

"Very well. Hold still--"

And he will do it, striking hard with a curled fist. His aim is true, and though the strike will not have all of Aang's weight behind it, it is strong. The hands of the king are the hands of a healer etc etc etc it will probably do the trick.

[actually112]

The blow is quick and hard, and wow. It feels like all the lightning wrapped in the scar is suddenly released into his bones again, and his muscles shudder and his past lives awaken in his head, flashing through life after life as they all reconnect and his chakras slam open again--

It's probably a good thing that his powers are suppressed, or else he would have reflexively gone into the Avatar State.

"Oh, okay, that worked!" His body shuddered and convulsed, but then he stretched his arms over his head and twisted his back, making the vertebrae pop and readjusting the newly restored flow of chi. "That feels better. Thank you."

[elfstone]

"I admit," says Thorongil with a smile, pleased and relieved to see Aang none the worse and a good deal better for the blow, "it is a kind of medicine I have not attempted before."