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
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Caitlyn Kiramman | Arcane | Harbinger
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
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