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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2022-10-14 03:08 pm

TDM + GAME OPENING 🎉

Who: Shard-Bearers, new and old
What: Seeds take root
Where: The Tree of Life, Highstorm, Springstar
When: October 14th and onwards
Warnings: Potential for (mild) body horror, death, dismemberment


I. BEARING FRUIT (new characters only)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. You’re in your favorite place, with your favorite people. It’s a moment of idyllic comfort.

And then, it goes wrong.

The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, they’re not stars. You’re certain. They’re watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people you’re with, but they’re frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.

So you run, even though you know you won’t escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. There’s agony as if you’re being ripped apart, and then—

You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a woman’s voice speaks gently.

I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved. But, come, it’s time to wake.

You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, it’s odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, it’s warm. Familiar. Important. You don’t know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.

The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as you’re buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you don’t notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.

From a seed you’re born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.

And once you’ve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.

II. MORAL HAZARD
There are new Shard-Bearers at the Tree of Life, and Yima has asked that the earlier arrivals go to greet them and help them. These aren’t people from Horos, after all, so they’ll have many, many questions. As Yima explains, the roots of the tree rise up to create caverns underneath, and it’s there you’ll find the new Shard-Bearers. And indeed, with careful steps to not slip on the mossy roots, down you go. Perhaps Communion will help you find the new Shard-Bearers, but it might be a confusing process for them.

The roots all start to look the same, to the point that you’re sure that you’ve already been through this passage. You turn around, and most of the people you had come here with are gone, if not all of them. It’s confusing and unsettling, and strangest of all.. You’re starting to feel ill, even if that wasn’t something normally possible for you. But continuing forward, you do eventually find an unfamiliar face of a new Shard-Bearer. They look no better than you feel.

Before introductions, however, roots around you shift suddenly until you’re enclosed in a room together. From the roots, a face forms in the wall. It speaks in a creaking, uneven tone, as if it weren’t used to speaking at all.

Give to take. A sacrifice. To live.

LET'S PLAY A GAME...

As the Dryad will explain, characters are now trapped in a room and have been poisoned by the spores that the lichens underfoot release. An antidote lays beyond the roots the dryad has curled around you, but to access it, you must make a sacrifice.

Characters can pick one of the following options, but the decision must be made unanimously. If one character takes a drastic action (such as murdering another), it’s counted as a failure for the group.

  • Each of you must offer up a personal/treasured memory. The memory will be shared in Communion with all characters assembled, and then will be destroyed. No character will retain the memory or memory of its Communion.
  • Each of you must offer up something physical. A finger, a toe, an ear, it’s your choice. The dryad will offer a knife if this is chosen that will sever the body part of choice cleanly and immediately stop any bleeding.
  • Offer up another. Kill one person in the room.
  • Refusing is also a valid option. Characters will get more ill as they debate until they start to find it difficult to breathe, and they’ll die quickly after.
The following is OOC knowledge that will not be known IC: The consequences of this game are about intent, and thus are not real. When characters are freed from the tree’s thrall, they’ll have their memories/body parts/life intact.

This can be done in groups of 2 to 4 players, and Loremasters recommend three if you can swing it! It’s more fun when you get in philosophical debates, right? Regardless, when your group comes to a decision, please record it here. These don’t have to be fully threaded out to be recorded, so the conclusion can be discussed OOC if you prefer. Actions can be submitted until October 21st, after which groups will be informed of what comes of their choice…

When a group receives the antidote, they'll be released from the tree's thrall... But will have a hard time waking up. It feels like something has grabbed onto their spine.

III. DREAMING OF HOME
You may wake with a start from your deliberations (or arguments) with a jolt of pain from the base of your spine as something is pulled away rapidly. A dark-haired man who looks to be in his thirties or so holds you carefully, but as soon as you start to regain your senses, he sets you back and holds up his hands.

Woah— Woah there, it’s fine! The tree was, uh, trying to take you back is all. You’re fine now.

As long as you’re not going to attack him, he offers a friendly smile and a hand to shake.

Name’s Cyrus. Sorry about the rude awakening. Let’s get your friend here unhooked too.

And indeed, glancing over, you can see the person you met in that room laying nearby, and it looks like a vine has snaked underneath them to exactly where something had just been pulled from you… Best not to think about it, maybe. Or if you've been unlucky enough to be one of the last people rescued, you might find vines and roots starting to grow into your skin. It's fine!

CYRUS, THE TRIBUNE

Cyrus is the NPC heading up the Meridian Faction, and is available to thread with under this header. Cyrus has come to the Tree of Life to help rescue the Shard-Bearer’s from the Tree, so he’s not going to be inclined to explain too much right away, since he’s on a mission, but he’ll stick around once everyone is successfully freed from Prompt 2 to speak with anyone that wants to. The following is just an OOC summary of information in case you do not need to thread with Cyrus:

Cyrus will gladly introduce himself to everyone, and will further explain his position in Meridian and Springstar (see the NPC Page) and the goals of Meridian itself (see the Faction Page, save for the italicized section). But most importantly, he’ll explain that he knows it sounds like something overly optimistic. It’s fair to be skeptical. He’ll produce a small glass bead from a bag he’s carrying. It looks like the necklace he wears, though not lit up. He’ll explain that the force of Meridian is a gift and can be a tether to your home, if you let it. As his fingertips light up, the energy is infused into the bead, which he’ll hand to you.

Taking the bead into your hands, you’ll take a bird’s eye view of your home world as if your consciousness is split, since you’ll still perceive standing in front of Cyrus at the tree. Rather than a vision, the view of your world is absolutely real, you’re certain. It’s a glimpse at the world that you thought destroyed, and if you focus on a particular place or a particular person, you’ll find the view shifting rapidly to it. No one you watch is aware of your presence, but simply continues about their daily life, whatever that is. But after about a minute, the view will fade as the light in the bead also fades.

That’s an iliachtida, a sunbeam, and when infused with Meridian’s light, allows someone Harmonized to it to check in on their world, he explains. It also acts as an anchor that tethers their soul to their world in the Timestream. With it, their world can’t entirely disappear, so eventually, they can go home. It’s a gift he’ll allow anyone that wants it to keep it, but indeed, they’ll be unable to use it again without first Harmonizing to Meridian.

To help manage threadload for the Loremasters playing Cyrus, we ask that you only tag him with the character you are most likely to app. Similarly, new tag-ins will not be accepted after Monday, October 17th.

III. SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος
After your ordeals at the Tree of Life, perhaps you’re drawn to Springstar, the city of eternal sun and the seat of Meridian.

It’s currently (and fittingly) Spring in Springstar, and the bustling city is coming back to life after finishing up winter. It’s not as if the winters are especially harsh here, but you’ll quickly get the sense that the people of Springstar are vivacious and happy to celebrate. You’ll find the Entertainment District to be the liveliest, whether it’s at a rowdy bar or a brothel, but no matter what, you’re welcome with open arms and without question.

Of course, if you’d just like to use the chance to explore the city alongside your fellow Shard-Bearers, that’s fine too. It’s easy to get lost in the crowds of Springstar and see all the city has to offer.

IV. HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы
Or maybe Highstorm, the city of twin moons and the seat of Zenith is more to your liking. It’s certainly the quieter of the two cities and is a relaxing, meditative place if that’s what you prefer. The chill in the air is constant, since it’s Autumn in Highstorm and the eternal night doesn’t help keep things warm, exactly. Snow isn’t out of the question at this time of the year, but it’s beautiful in the moonlight.

Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, you’ll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though it’s easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. You’ll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that you’re a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, they’re more likely to warm up.

Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, it’s best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isn’t advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥

NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all players are required to fill out an application, which are now open. This does include characters/players from Aion Teleos, so please don’t forget to fill one out! Any character/player that does not submit an application will be swept from the communities and the Discord after applications close.
  • Activity Check is optional this month, but is highly recommend so Christy can check her fancy program so that you can earn Activity Reward Tokens! Activity will be able to be submitted shortly after applications close. You can find more about how we do AC here.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this happens sometimes, since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They’re fine and may even return to Kenos one day, but for now weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are saved from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!

    FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • New players are welcome to join our Discord Server if you haven't already!
  • When they emerge from their cocoon/the ground, characters may be wearing their normal clothes, or they might be nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post, since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision in which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM.
  • Your character will be offered temporary housing either at the Heliopolis district or Yima's manor for the first few weeks after their arrival. They will also be given a stipend for basic supplies like clothing and personal effects, and food is served in the cantina (Heliopolis) and at regular meal times in the Dining Room (Yima's manor). Once they Harmonize, they will get personal permanent chambers and a fancy retainer in their Faction's city. Wow! 🌈

    FOR OLD PLAYERS:

  • Characters may be Harmonized to their Faction (if that makes sense for the character, of course!) by the time of this log. This is more for IC reference, and just wait until application acceptance to do the OOC paperwork!
  • General reminder that your character won't have access to their powers until they have Harmonized.

  • CODING
    mignons: (Default)

    [personal profile] mignons 2022-10-16 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
    mignons: (Default)

    [personal profile] mignons 2022-10-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
    you haven't seen the last of me.........

    joyfully: (♙ Clear and Hold)

    ii.

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [She doesn't know a single thing at all about houseplants, but that sure isn't going to stop her from poking her nose into every single interesting thing she finds while she's wandering about. She skips over the moment he speaks up, leaning in to peer at what he has in his hands.]

    Ooooh... are you a farmer, mister? Or a gardener?

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
    how mad would grandpa be if his little ones yassified his malewife

    Ciel was half-kidding, to be completely honest, she can't buy anything too luxurious either with full awareness that she'll be the one footing the bill. But even if nothing else comes out of this, at least Hythlodaeus would be warmer and have a nifty sweater souvenir or something from today's adventures, which probably beats wistfully looking around inside a café on his own for the full day? The logic seems sound to her! As if having reached an important decision, she taps the bottom of her fist down into her other hand's open palm with a nod.

    "That would be nice too, but debating here won't help us find your friend any faster, and it's not going to make you feel any warmer either once you leave the shop. There's plenty of clothing store around here, thankfully, so don't worry!" She certainly doesn't seem to have noticed his discomfort judging by how she's trucking on without pause, he really should say something before they get completely carried away...

    "As for that, it depends on your friend. We're looking for something that would stand out to them, so would you have any idea about what would immediately get their attention, mister Hythlodaeus?"
    mignons: (Default)

    having only one icon while writing these murder threads is very distressing

    [personal profile] mignons 2022-10-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [ WHY ARE Y'ALL LIKE THIS

    Anyway, as soon as Dave hears that he peels (haha get it, peels because banana--okay) away, stumbling back and waving his small gloved hands in front of him frantically. ]


    Stupa! Stupa!

    [ Again, he doesn't want to die. :( ]
    warmare: (平手打ち)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-16 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [He laughs. He thinks something about this is good.

    With how fast he had moved the last time they faced one another, Hayame wouldn't have been surprised to slam into the roots across from her and not feel bones snap between them and her powerful body. She doesn't this time, either, but that doesn't mean she doesn't notice. He's slower this time. She tries to unclench her jaw, to snarl in his direction and demand to know if he thinks this was some sort of game, but it doesn't happen. Was he trying to play with her, like she recalled from that dark, dark city?

    Hayame doesn't have powers. Even in Horos, when they'd been available to her, she had refused time and again to use them. So the fact that those among their number who relied on anything but biology might be limited in some way right now... It's not something that's occurred to her, even though a distant part of her recognized certain differences. Not just his speed. His eyes.

    But her eyes (eye) are afire. By the time he's readied his improvised women she's already rounded on him again, begun to close the gap as he'd anticipated... but she sees the sharp, splintered root, and rather than do him the favor of impaling herself on it in her desperation to reach him and wrap her fingers around his neck... she half-rears instead, not enough to fully bare her vulnerable belly but high enough to kick out at his hands (and what was in them) with hard, vicious hooves.]
    mignons: (Default)

    thank you for this blessing.........

    [personal profile] mignons 2022-10-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Wow. That's deep.








    You know what else is deep? The answer that Dave finally gives, after about ten seconds of a really prolonged uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He points at Caren. ]


    Bananonina.

    [ What does it mean? itisamystery.png ]
    sterngaze: (neutral: commish)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [Liem’s gravitation towards the knife is less related to a love for violence and more about his relatively old-fashioned standards, which dictate that carrying a belt knife around for ordinary, utilitarian purposes is a perfectly normal and even expected thing to do. This one is quite handsome, and although the handle seems rather decorative, the knife itself seems functional enough to serve for everyday purposes, unfashionable though such a thing may be in this world.

    There’s just the issue of money. A blade like this is worth more than the pocket change managed to scrounge since arriving at Yima’s manor.
    ]

    So there is.

    [Reluctantly, he lays the artfully-crafted knife back down amongst the other items set out for display. He doesn’t really need a belt knife here, anyway.]

    I’m sure the people who gather here take great pride in continuing the artistic traditions from their homelands. The variety in styles is something I wouldn’t normally expect to see except in the largest trade cities back home.
    gunhammer: but someone else did the color edits on this one so it looks nicer (Default)

    [personal profile] gunhammer 2022-10-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [...Hmm, yeah, let's never mention that again, sounds good!! Nero doesn't seem bothered by the revelation either, but man. That's awkward. He would prefer not to think about touching Garlond's soul or whatever, that sounds disgustingly sappy.]

    Who's Yima? Someone in charge around here, I assume?
    Edited 2022-10-16 02:48 (UTC)
    kabooming: (🤼‍♂️)

    wildcard 👁

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [ beneath the Tree and among the caverns formed along its roots, Silco might hear the distant sound of a voice. a familiar voice, one whose intonation clearly reflects Jinx's supreme and total frustration with this entire friggin scenario, frankly-- ]

    --am NOT dealing with this sticky crap twice, are you kidding me?! HELLOOOooo, whoever you are... you better come out and show yourself before I--

    [ she cuts herself off as she flails her way through some thick foliage and vinery, stumbling through the opening she's created along the wall - and suddenly... there is Jinx in all her glory. her dirty, sticky, sap-covered glory, but at least she's got clothes this time around?? hey man, c'mon, look - it's the small things in life, a girl's gotta take what she can get.

    Jinx is fully prepared for some kind of ambush or onslaught as she fluidly recovers her balance, the tension already written in the high sit of her shoulders as she comes out ready to defend herself - or throw the first swing, she hasn't decided yet. but when she sees who it is coming down the cavernous 'hallway' from the other direction, her eyes widen almost comically in surprise. ]


    Si-- Silco...?
    warmare: (恐怖)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-16 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [She makes it to about forty seconds. There are the scouts, heading out for the day's patrols. There is Matsukaze's son, showing off his father's skills to other children. There are her students, coming back from their lesson... and that is when she knows something is wrong. She's been gone, so who is teaching them? Why did these exchanges feel so familiar...]

    What the hell is this... ?

    [Finally, her voice creaks out of her throat, opened only as far as she can allow it without risking more than emotion coming out. She tries to thrust it towards him, as if to show him what's wrong with the image, but the glow begins to die instead.]

    Bring it- Bring it back-
    youngprodigy: (∄ wake up)

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-10-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [Cid looks at them curiously, with the gaze of a man who has never seen someone with wings like that before, but who has also seen so much that it genuinely doesn't strike him as an impossibility.]

    From what I understand, you are like to need plenty of rest. You'll need to make your way to one of the cities.
    zauneyete: (creepy head turn)

    highstorm - greenwood yards

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco didn't frequent the yards as a need to be around greenery. He doesn't care about it, and being surrounded by it doesn't quell the turmoil in his own soul, or the annoyance with re-establishing everything he'd been doing. It's just pretty scenery for people to sit around and preen by, and while Silco didn't lack for comfort, or even an appreciation of art... there was little...point in this act, that he could see, to establish a garden like this. If this world would pass on, just like all the rest, then what was the point?

    No, he was here because he was smoking, and it's a small bit of resistance that led him to smoke in the pretty garden, where some of the more pretentious types walked about.

    Silco liked to think that he was slowly eroding this realm on his own, by simply existing, smoking, and being a blight on it all.

    The sound of someone confused drew his attention, and Silco's head turned, and he looked down at the -- naked? What was wrong with him? -- person in the gardens, who was asking about their decisions? Odd. Silco had never thought of it that way.
    ]

    Honestly, it wasn't a hard decision at all. [ A hand in his pocket, the other held a cigar, he looked down at him with a mismatched, half-glowing gaze. ] The Zenith was what I would have chosen in any number of realities.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Happy)

    Caitlyn Kiramman | Arcane | Harbinger

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-16 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
    1. Highstorm:

    A. Cafe:
    [Caitlyn would be lying if she said that Highstorm's night atmosphere truly appealed to her, but the weather more than made up for it. The cooler weather and coziness of the moonlit promenades reminded her of Piltover during autumn festivals, and she breathed a little easier knowing that her trials and tribulations from Horos were over. For the moment, at any rate.

    She'd settled herself into a warm cafe for the moment, her shoulders hunched over a notebook, fingers absently tapping out a beat on the paper. Beside her sat a cup of tea, still hot, and her other hand held a small bead the same color as the sun. She seemed lost in thought, but her eyes flitted up each and every time the bell over the door rang to announce an arrival or a departure.

    People she recognizes are greeted with a smile and a wave. People she doesn't still receive a nod of greeting. And anyone that pays her much attention at all gets her to push a seat out with her foot.]


    Join me a moment?

    B. Greenwood Yards

    [Caitlyn had developed a bit of an affinity for flora during her time on Horos, and she found herself missing the wilds around Greentruth as well as some of Piltover's greenspaces. The Sunset Gardens were suggested to her as a place to visit, and she made her way there.

    Walking through the greenhouses, she made her way to the entrance, stopping to stare at the carefully cultivated space. Inhaling deeply, she can't help but comment to whoever she might be with (or nobody in particular...), her voice calm and relaxed.]


    This place smells divine...doesn't it?

    2. Springstar

    A. Akadimaikos
    [Springstar was a study in contrasts, and it felt much more like home to Caitlyn's Piltovan sensibilities. The bright lights and the bustle of the metropolis, along with the familiar technology made her feel right at home. She was beyond grateful to have the opportunity to walk amongst what felt civilized again, and while the lack of proper night was a tad strange, it still felt good. She still was not quite sure how she felt about Cyrus or Yima, but if she had to pick based on city alone the choice was obvious.

    The Academics district drew her attention first, as someone intrigued by learning, with deep ties to scholars and inventors. She stood at one of the many directories inside the district, marveling at it.]


    It seems as though there's a tutor for everything. Goodness...

    B. Psychagogia

    [The bustle of the entertainment district was also a draw, though for other reasons. Caitlyn was not the kind of person to cruise the bar and brothel scene, but she did have a love of other things. Food was chief among them. She stood at the head of a street lined with various eateries...seriously debating which to hit up presumably with a companion. Maybe someone she knew, maybe a Shardbearer that she'd just met. It didn't matter, really. Today was just about relaxing and getting herself sorted.]

    What are you feeling? It seems we have plenty of options.

    3. Moral Hazard (Closed)

    [When the roots shut the way behind her and her companions, Caitlyn had stiffened and stared around. As the dryad made the rules of the game known to them, her jaw had clenched, her eyes narrowing, knuckles going white. Yet, there was no dying it. She could smell the odd aroma of something in the air, the poison drifting all around them.

    Angrily, she moved to the roots, grabbing them in her and and trying to prize them apart, with no success.]


    Dammit. Help me with this, would you?


    4. Wildcard

    [Want another prompt? Feel free to write me a starter! Or hit me up on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] intercession or in the discord as Rose and I'll write you one!]
    Edited 2022-10-16 17:01 (UTC)
    cutlery: (it was just spicy yoga)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian turns at the tap on his shoulder, and immediately, Dextera is greeted with a smile that's easy and warm. It's wide enough to show his fangs as well, which is certainly new for how clipped his smiles had been when they had last met. ]

    Ah, Mr. Dextera. It is good to see you again.

    [ It answers the question of what Sebastian remembers smoothly, and as he reaches across his pile of material for pen and paper, he answers it secondarily. ]

    I did receive your return letter, by the way. I do apologize that I was not able to return it, but, well. Circumstances became what they were.
    settingup: (running to the waves below)

    Highstorm- Antiques

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Atsumu has never been known for his kindness and generosity. He might have arrived here a smidge before this fresh crop of newbies, but he's still pretty far from having his bearings. He certainly hasn't had a chance to amass much in the way of funds, and while he finds himself wandering to this part of Highstorm pretty often already, he does it more because this is where he can actually find people milling around.

    A city like Springstar suits him a lot better, but he's got his reason for being here.

    And it's not to pay for random lumps of rocks for whoever happens to beg for them. He frowns at man, shoving hands into his pocket as he considers the offer.
    ]

    What're you supposed to be able to offer if you don't have money?
    youngprodigy: (∉ no i won’t be told)

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-10-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
    Aye, she resides in Highstorm, where I have been living, and did much for those of us who arrived earlier. I'll admit I don't know anything about Cyrus, who leads Springstar.

    [It's probably obvious who Cid has taken to, though he mostly seems grateful for her hospitality.]

    It might be more comfortable to go somewhere else for now. I don't quite know my way around Highstorm yet, but I know of a few decent spots to get coffee.

    There's... more I wish to discuss with you. Mind you, it's nothing dire.
    sterngaze: (neutral: pensive)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [It takes Liem a few moments to finish checking in on his current "student," an older woman who seems to be here strictly for the pleasure of learning a dish from another world. He's learned that she's a regular here for that very reason, and that this seems to be a common practice among a certain subset of the population. Her cooking doesn't need any assistance, so after a brief exchange he moves on, looking up to catch sight of Minegishi lurking just outside the window.

    He pauses, blinking in bemusement, then crosses the room to stop by the widow, which is already open to allow a breeze through the warm room.
    ]

    Hello, Minegishi. If you were hoping to participate, [he says, knowing full well that isn't remotely why he's here,] I'm afraid you're about half an hour too late. But if I'd known you were in the area, I would have invited you.
    settingup: (i'm running and i'm just enough)

    iii

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Ah yes, just a nice normal interaction with a fellow asking Atsumu which of these fruit themed shirts he should choose. Perfectly reasonable, honestly. No reason for Atsumu to be rude, or shitty, or say something jackassy like-- ]

    What the hell are you?
    cutlery: (isn’t that Prime Directive violation?)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The answer is... shockingly fast! Or perhaps not completely, considering someone had lost their finger to it, but. The flower stays still for a moment as the stick is nearby, but with the speed of a snake, the petals unfurl and snap sharply around the stick with a surprising cronch to it.

    For his part, Sebastian just nods, since that's exactly what he had witnessed not too long ago. ]


    Well, none so violently as this particular one. I imagine there are others, but most flora here is unfamiliar to me.

    [ He caws, which is the equivalent at the moment of an ah of thoughtfulness, then extends a wing to gesture down the path. ]

    That said, there is a poison garden not too far down the path that does have things I am familiar with. Hemlock, nightshade, castor, those sorts of things, if they are familiar to you.
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    [personal profile] mignons 2022-10-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)




    [ That's a lie, technically he's corn, but he just loves bananas so much.........praise be to the almighty banana.

    That's what he's doing right now. Singing banana praises in gibberish. ]
    cutlery: (dad's going to fake jail)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-16 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Is he feeling Fear? N-No, absolutely not. Do not mind how the crow does stand up from its perch to hop alongside the statue slightly so that it's lightly behind the cover from the an artistic outcropping of it. Not that it matters overly much, since Ciel would still be able to hit him, but.

    As if there's any question to the matter that this bird seems to be concerned for her intentions, it is absolutely still watching her intently. Luckily(?), Sebastian is also a moron who's just. Kind of curious what she's doing. ]
    settingup: (i ain't concerned)

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    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Atsumu likes to hang around the market. He rarely buys things here, but he tends to stick around Highstorm where Yima is more often than he ventures over to the more bustling and appealing city of Springstar, so sometimes you have to go where the people actually are.

    This particular antique store is of particular interest to him, because the goods it carries sure are wide ranging, though there's nothing that has ever jumped out to Atsumu as a must have from his world. There are also few items in his world he's dying to get back, but he has definitely noticed some familiar things that he hasn't seen anywhere else in either city so far.

    So he can appreciate the guy desperately trying to ask the shopkeeper what's up here. At the same time--
    ]

    It's no use. He ain't gonna tell you anything no matter how many times you ask.
    zauneyete: (I'm still around bitches)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's pretty clear, even after a few minutes of Sebastian watching, that Silco was people watching. Sure, there's a drink in front of him, but other than the occasional sip, Silco doesn't really get more than two, throughout the entire night. Compared to most in the bar -- except those clearly looking for other pleasures -- he doesn't over-indulge, and other than the cigar that burned throughout the night, and he did notice Sebastian.

    He didn't watch him the whole time, after all, he had other things he was interested in, but his mismatched gaze flicked back to the demon a few times throughout the night, trying to get a sense for what specifically it was that he was doing. He'd explained something about the way he'd fed before, or what it was he was interested in, but the specifics were still lost on Silco. He was clearly enjoying his companion, but... It's almost a lazy sort of enjoyment, like a sated predator, or something close to it.

    When he left, Silco wondered if they'd connect later, but he's actually surprised, when he noticed the demon had swung back.
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    Oh? You didn't escort her back? [ He asked, a curl of his lip, but he gestured at the seat. Sebastian was good company, and a partner at the table would alleviate any suspicion, should a proprietor decide that he was lurking for too long in his seat. ]

    Please. I'm just as surprised as you are, I think.
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    [personal profile] gunhammer 2022-10-16 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [Hmm. Well, Nero doesn't know enough about the situation to comment yet, but she must be someone interesting to have captured Garlond's interest so already. Whether that's a good sort of interesting or not is something he'll have to see for himself.]

    Fair enough, this is hardly the place for such discussions. I'll hold my questions until we've relocated.

    [Though that latter part gets him to incline his head a bit before leaving it as is.]

    Lead the way.