01 ↣ TREE OF LIFE (MORAL HAZARD) ↣ 生命の樹の下 OOC Note: Please touch base using contact detailed below before tagging! I'm open to newbies and oldbies alike but would prefer to decide the "loss" in advance! Thanks!
[Rebirth into yet another world she had never asked to exist had been hard on Hayame. Not just mentally, though her capacities there were indeed strained close to breaking, but physically as well. The crack across her shard had left her weak and disoriented, and after being soothed (robbed) of her rage and desperation in the arms of the woman called Yima, she had not been able to push herself past her limits. She had been forced into convalescence... and only recently regained her strength, just in time to join the others who venture into the labyrinth of roots beneath the tree in search of the newly arrived.
She does not go because she trusts that woman. No, she doesn't trust her at all. She goes because a pathetic part of her still hopes to encounter someone who looks like her... and because she must leave that place. She already is sure that she will not return, but on the way... She wants to see where she had supposedly come from. What mechanism had purportedly brought her kicking and screaming into another world not her own.
Instead... The deeper she goes searching into the mossy labyrinth for people she knows would be unfortunate to have the first face they see be hers... the more sick she begins to feel. Without her realizing, the others Yima had "selected" fade away down other paths and into the moss, and when the roots suddenly shift, too fast for her to prevent being trapped in the living-wood prison... There is a centaur woman staring at you from across the small space, one dark eye an angry pinprick, the other an eerie, empty space covered haphazardly by a thin cloth.]
[Her search for answers and somewhere that doesn't make her skin crawl first begins in the land of Meridian. The land is bright, and full of... of life, of color, so much so that after the dark of her recovery ward in Yima's manor that she almost squints against the glare of the sun(s). But at least... unlike Horos, where she had stood out like a sore thumb (or, you know, like a centaur) in a sea of two-legged humans... there is at least far more variety in residents of this place. She can walk through the streets without being gawked at, she can blend in with the rest. So for just a little while... She gladly does.]
A. EMPORIO ↣ 失われた目 [The district of commerce is where she ends up. There is a certain problem she has with a relatively simply solution that she simply has not yet had the time nor the wherewithal to address. It takes her some time and asking, but eventually she locates a shop that seems to be run by a collection of tanners and leatherworkers. Various wars are hung and displayed out front of the workshop, including an example of what she's looking for...
The problem is, the shop is located at the mouth of one of the many shop-lined alleys that make up the district, and... her large body is blocking most of the entrance to the street. Her hair obscures why (an empty hole where a left eye used to be), but she doesn't seem to have noticed that there's someone trying to pass her or getting agitated with her presence as she flips between samples of leather on display for customers to choose from. A simple tawny color... a dark textured color... a silky smooth white...
You might have to say something or shove past her.]
B. AKADIMAÏKOS ↣ 失われた聖典 [She might can blend with the general populace a bit better in this world, but she definitely doesn't look like she belongs in the Academic District. Even if her form was a bit too large to navigate easily between stacks of books, there's just something distinctly uncomfortable about her body language that all but radiates off her, advertising that though no one has likely told her so... she doesn't feel like she should be here. And, mistaking someone looking through the books at one of the many libraries as some sort of staff... She clears her throat loudly.]
The Order of Numbers.
[Hayame is an intimidating woman, at over seven feet in height and half a ton in perfectly honed muscle. But she looks... embarrassed, almost, or ashamed, to be in this place and be asking what she is. She'd been told the chances might be slim, but that books from all worlds and recorded by people of many lands could be found here, so--]
[Hayame's time in Springstar doesn't provide her with what she's seeking. She doesn't know herself what it even is, any longer, but... She has to keep looking. Though she had no desire to return to the manor of the woman called Yima, unsettled by her abilities and distrusting of her motives in sending them to the depths of the tree and the dangerous clutch of the dryad who had appeared there... She does return to Highstorm, and the eerie eternal dark. At least here... there are less people. There are more trees and grasses and flowering plants beneath her hooves.]
A. ANTIQUES & BAUBLES MARKET ↣ 欲の匂い [The more settled of the shard-bearers who had arrived from Horos might already have coin to their name... Maybe a clever or particularly logical new arrival has already secured funds somehow, even. But Hayame certainly is not among either of their numbers. Her mind has been occupied with far more important things than money or food, and yet...
Though she can't recall when she ate last, her body certainly can. The delicious aroma of meat and bread wafting from a stall fills her senses, it's enough to make her stop in the middle of the street and lift her head from her nearly-all-consuming thoughts... and her stomach rumbles so loudly than anyone in the vicinity would be able to hear. ... Actually, there's two separate sorts of noises.
Both of her stomachs are rumblings.]
B. FIELDS OF FANTASIA ↣ 失意の匂い [It isn't quite the sort of natural place that she craves. There are no mountains to hide in, no moss-covered stone, no roaring waterfalls or ancient trees... But it is better than nothing. Maybe it's beautiful. If Matsukaze were here... he would surely know what those flowers were, how they could be used, if they could be eaten or made into medicine... and if he did not, she thinks- He would just ask someone, like the gardeners who bother her constantly and try to tell her that she shouldn't spend so much time amongst the blooms.
Hayame ignores them. She clutches a bead in her hand and is afraid to look at it. She longs for a bow or a blade to put in her hand. She doesn't know what to do. And at some point... she just lays down and doesn't seem to get up. She doesn't know why. A jinba was vulnerable on their belly, slower to rise and defend themselves, their own weight eventually a heavy burden on their organs, and yet... There's something on the edge of her senses, a sense of a sound that calls out to her...
Two local men on the edge of the field can be overheard discussing amongst themselves what is to be done about "the horse woman" half-hidden amidst the mysterious purple blooms. She doesn't seem to be heeding their advice, and it's not like they can drag her...]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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HAYAME (JINBA) ➳ ICONOCLAST
01 ↣ TREE OF LIFE (MORAL HAZARD) ↣ 生命の樹の下
OOC Note: Please touch base using contact detailed below before tagging! I'm open to newbies and oldbies alike but would prefer to decide the "loss" in advance! Thanks!
[Rebirth into yet another world she had never asked to exist had been hard on Hayame. Not just mentally, though her capacities there were indeed strained close to breaking, but physically as well. The crack across her shard had left her weak and disoriented, and after being soothed (robbed) of her rage and desperation in the arms of the woman called Yima, she had not been able to push herself past her limits. She had been forced into convalescence... and only recently regained her strength, just in time to join the others who venture into the labyrinth of roots beneath the tree in search of the newly arrived.
She does not go because she trusts that woman. No, she doesn't trust her at all. She goes because a pathetic part of her still hopes to encounter someone who looks like her... and because she must leave that place. She already is sure that she will not return, but on the way... She wants to see where she had supposedly come from. What mechanism had purportedly brought her kicking and screaming into another world not her own.
Instead... The deeper she goes searching into the mossy labyrinth for people she knows would be unfortunate to have the first face they see be hers... the more sick she begins to feel. Without her realizing, the others Yima had "selected" fade away down other paths and into the moss, and when the roots suddenly shift, too fast for her to prevent being trapped in the living-wood prison... There is a centaur woman staring at you from across the small space, one dark eye an angry pinprick, the other an eerie, empty space covered haphazardly by a thin cloth.]
02 ↣ SPRINGSTAR (EXPLORATION) ↣ 太陽の国
[Her search for answers and somewhere that doesn't make her skin crawl first begins in the land of Meridian. The land is bright, and full of... of life, of color, so much so that after the dark of her recovery ward in Yima's manor that she almost squints against the glare of the sun(s). But at least... unlike Horos, where she had stood out like a sore thumb (or, you know, like a centaur) in a sea of two-legged humans... there is at least far more variety in residents of this place. She can walk through the streets without being gawked at, she can blend in with the rest. So for just a little while... She gladly does.]
A. EMPORIO ↣ 失われた目
[The district of commerce is where she ends up. There is a certain problem she has with a relatively simply solution that she simply has not yet had the time nor the wherewithal to address. It takes her some time and asking, but eventually she locates a shop that seems to be run by a collection of tanners and leatherworkers. Various wars are hung and displayed out front of the workshop, including an example of what she's looking for...
The problem is, the shop is located at the mouth of one of the many shop-lined alleys that make up the district, and... her large body is blocking most of the entrance to the street. Her hair obscures why (an empty hole where a left eye used to be), but she doesn't seem to have noticed that there's someone trying to pass her or getting agitated with her presence as she flips between samples of leather on display for customers to choose from. A simple tawny color... a dark textured color... a silky smooth white...
You might have to say something or shove past her.]
B. AKADIMAÏKOS ↣ 失われた聖典
[She might can blend with the general populace a bit better in this world, but she definitely doesn't look like she belongs in the Academic District. Even if her form was a bit too large to navigate easily between stacks of books, there's just something distinctly uncomfortable about her body language that all but radiates off her, advertising that though no one has likely told her so... she doesn't feel like she should be here. And, mistaking someone looking through the books at one of the many libraries as some sort of staff... She clears her throat loudly.]
The Order of Numbers.
[Hayame is an intimidating woman, at over seven feet in height and half a ton in perfectly honed muscle. But she looks... embarrassed, almost, or ashamed, to be in this place and be asking what she is. She'd been told the chances might be slim, but that books from all worlds and recorded by people of many lands could be found here, so--]
Do you have it?
03 ↣ HIGHSTORM (EXPLORATION) ↣ 月光の国
[Hayame's time in Springstar doesn't provide her with what she's seeking. She doesn't know herself what it even is, any longer, but... She has to keep looking. Though she had no desire to return to the manor of the woman called Yima, unsettled by her abilities and distrusting of her motives in sending them to the depths of the tree and the dangerous clutch of the dryad who had appeared there... She does return to Highstorm, and the eerie eternal dark. At least here... there are less people. There are more trees and grasses and flowering plants beneath her hooves.]
A. ANTIQUES & BAUBLES MARKET ↣ 欲の匂い
[The more settled of the shard-bearers who had arrived from Horos might already have coin to their name... Maybe a clever or particularly logical new arrival has already secured funds somehow, even. But Hayame certainly is not among either of their numbers. Her mind has been occupied with far more important things than money or food, and yet...
Though she can't recall when she ate last, her body certainly can. The delicious aroma of meat and bread wafting from a stall fills her senses, it's enough to make her stop in the middle of the street and lift her head from her nearly-all-consuming thoughts... and her stomach rumbles so loudly than anyone in the vicinity would be able to hear. ... Actually, there's two separate sorts of noises.
Both of her stomachs are rumblings.]
B. FIELDS OF FANTASIA ↣ 失意の匂い
[It isn't quite the sort of natural place that she craves. There are no mountains to hide in, no moss-covered stone, no roaring waterfalls or ancient trees... But it is better than nothing. Maybe it's beautiful. If Matsukaze were here... he would surely know what those flowers were, how they could be used, if they could be eaten or made into medicine... and if he did not, she thinks- He would just ask someone, like the gardeners who bother her constantly and try to tell her that she shouldn't spend so much time amongst the blooms.
Hayame ignores them. She clutches a bead in her hand and is afraid to look at it. She longs for a bow or a blade to put in her hand. She doesn't know what to do. And at some point... she just lays down and doesn't seem to get up. She doesn't know why. A jinba was vulnerable on their belly, slower to rise and defend themselves, their own weight eventually a heavy burden on their organs, and yet... There's something on the edge of her senses, a sense of a sound that calls out to her...
Two local men on the edge of the field can be overheard discussing amongst themselves what is to be done about "the horse woman" half-hidden amidst the mysterious purple blooms. She doesn't seem to be heeding their advice, and it's not like they can drag her...]
04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
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