SEPTEMBER TDM + SETTING UPDATES
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.
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.
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.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.
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.
TWO CITIES, ALIKE IN DIGNITY
With the new Shard-Bearers present or en route, it is Kathova and Cetina that approach the established ones, requesting that they form mentorships with the new souls to assist them with the integration process. To this end, they have both provided a centralized zone in both Highstorm and Springstar for a small, casual meet-and-greet to be held before the new Shard-Bearers are unleashed upon Kenos as a whole.
Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well.
However, for those who have attended such events in the past, they'll note a marked difference—Only newly arrived Shard-Bearers and members of the faction are welcome. If you're a member of the opposite faction, you'll be questioned and ultimately turned away. If you want to join the party, you'll have to be a little sneakier, it seems.
The welcoming party is in the Seat of the Tribune, with tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare typical to Springstar's slowly fading winter -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, and large bowls of soups like youvarlakia and fasoalda have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. There are plenty of grains and other dishes that elude to an abundant harvest from Alenroux. The atmosphere is ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic or political, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings. This is a forum in the classical sense, where people are encouraged to speak freely, no matter the topic. Though excitement charges the air, the gathering at the Seat is much more muted than what transpires outside the center of the city.
The mood in Springstar as a whole is jubilant, with not just a party at the seat of the tribune, but elsewhere, including the Psychagogía district. Parties line the streets, establishments that overflow with bodies, drink, and libations of all sorts. There is a sense of excitement in capturing the latest oracle, and the people seem to treat the shard-bearers of Meridian somewhat reverently, and new ones, they will pull aside and explain with excitement about how the Shard-Bearers captured the oracle (with varying degrees of accuracy) and how it is because of them that they will be seen to victory. Cyrus’s name, however, still comes with notes of disdain. It’s clear that the Tribune has not bought much good favor by their victory, and instead, if any ask, or follow the threads, they will hear the names Desmond Ó Ruadháin and Agapitos Voreen as likely successors to the Tribune. However if one asks how that happens… details become a bit more muddy. Apparently, the role of the Tribune is for life. And apparently, the denizens of Springstar trust the Shard-Bearers to see the oracles through, and still see Cyrus as a weak link in their chain.
There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands. Yet, as you look, you’ll see that the selection is also quite interesting. The foods and drinks on offer are from a multitude of worlds, and so you may find a new favorite! Or something not suited to your palate at all. It’s at least a chance to be adventurous. If you try something and don’t like it, might not want to say that out loud, lest you insult someone who’s from that world.
The city itself is more muted than usual. The last dregs of Highstorm’s chill summer are coming to an end, and the cold is an opportunity for Highstorm’s denizens to batter in more frequently, and the chill may have something to do with the lost oracle. Though, if asked, they’ll say nothing of the sort, of course! In opposition to Springstar’s mixed jubilation and doubt, Highstorm’s denizens seem determined that lady Yima will see them through, and that one loss is no reason to fall into despair. Though they are still disappointed, and will say so. Though blame does not seem to have a target, mere disappointment filters through the city, as they start preparing for winter. The prices seem higher, whether one is looking for potions, supplies, or even small trinkets from the The Antiques & Baubles Market. Things seem… leaner in a sense. There’s nobody starving on the streets in Highstorm, but the control of Alenroux continues to lead to tense relations, even though a compromise seems to have been recently reached between the two factions.
Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well.
However, for those who have attended such events in the past, they'll note a marked difference—Only newly arrived Shard-Bearers and members of the faction are welcome. If you're a member of the opposite faction, you'll be questioned and ultimately turned away. If you want to join the party, you'll have to be a little sneakier, it seems.
SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος
In Springstar, the seat of the Tribune becomes available for such a forum. While a section of the building itself has been reserved for the meeting between fresh faces and experienced Shard-Bearers alike, the hustle and bustle of Heliopolis continues around them -- acolytes still gather their robes and tomes, hurrying from their quarters to lessons. A score of young militants march in step across the yard to the training grounds.The welcoming party is in the Seat of the Tribune, with tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare typical to Springstar's slowly fading winter -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, and large bowls of soups like youvarlakia and fasoalda have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. There are plenty of grains and other dishes that elude to an abundant harvest from Alenroux. The atmosphere is ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic or political, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings. This is a forum in the classical sense, where people are encouraged to speak freely, no matter the topic. Though excitement charges the air, the gathering at the Seat is much more muted than what transpires outside the center of the city.
The mood in Springstar as a whole is jubilant, with not just a party at the seat of the tribune, but elsewhere, including the Psychagogía district. Parties line the streets, establishments that overflow with bodies, drink, and libations of all sorts. There is a sense of excitement in capturing the latest oracle, and the people seem to treat the shard-bearers of Meridian somewhat reverently, and new ones, they will pull aside and explain with excitement about how the Shard-Bearers captured the oracle (with varying degrees of accuracy) and how it is because of them that they will be seen to victory. Cyrus’s name, however, still comes with notes of disdain. It’s clear that the Tribune has not bought much good favor by their victory, and instead, if any ask, or follow the threads, they will hear the names Desmond Ó Ruadháin and Agapitos Voreen as likely successors to the Tribune. However if one asks how that happens… details become a bit more muddy. Apparently, the role of the Tribune is for life. And apparently, the denizens of Springstar trust the Shard-Bearers to see the oracles through, and still see Cyrus as a weak link in their chain.
HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы
Eternally in opposition, Highstorm provides the Manor's courtyard as the setting for their informational meeting. Formality is of utmost importance here, with attending Zenith loyalists and residents dressed in beautiful, albeit austere attire -- they are, after all, standing before Lady Yima's home. A buffet-style luncheon is spread alongside one of the largest reflecting pools, wherein you may gaze and find your memories revealed in retrospect upon the water's surface. Soft tunes filter over the courtyard, and if the sounds of them sound familiar – perhaps remind one of home? That’s because they are! Yima’s musicians seem to be able to pilfer strings and strands of music, and weave it all together expertly, to give both new arrivals and old friends reminders of their home.There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands. Yet, as you look, you’ll see that the selection is also quite interesting. The foods and drinks on offer are from a multitude of worlds, and so you may find a new favorite! Or something not suited to your palate at all. It’s at least a chance to be adventurous. If you try something and don’t like it, might not want to say that out loud, lest you insult someone who’s from that world.
The city itself is more muted than usual. The last dregs of Highstorm’s chill summer are coming to an end, and the cold is an opportunity for Highstorm’s denizens to batter in more frequently, and the chill may have something to do with the lost oracle. Though, if asked, they’ll say nothing of the sort, of course! In opposition to Springstar’s mixed jubilation and doubt, Highstorm’s denizens seem determined that lady Yima will see them through, and that one loss is no reason to fall into despair. Though they are still disappointed, and will say so. Though blame does not seem to have a target, mere disappointment filters through the city, as they start preparing for winter. The prices seem higher, whether one is looking for potions, supplies, or even small trinkets from the The Antiques & Baubles Market. Things seem… leaner in a sense. There’s nobody starving on the streets in Highstorm, but the control of Alenroux continues to lead to tense relations, even though a compromise seems to have been recently reached between the two factions.
SETTING UPDATES
In both locations, information passes between all in a forum, spread and disseminated among the masses - it's a good opportunity for city residents, faction loyalists and interested new parties to share and share alike. Once the meet-and-greet has concluded, twin missives from both faction leads are read out -- invitations for all present to explore the cities to their heart's content, and warnings about stumbling ill-prepared ( or at all ) into the Below, or worse yet, the Beyond. As Shard-Bearers new and old take in their cities, they'll all see it change throughout the month...
OOC, these are all updates to the setting at large that players both new and old are free to interact with as little or as much as they wish! Feel free to use them as prompts on this post, in your characters on-going lives and arcs, or just let them go "that's none of my business" and ignore it. The world of Kenos is shaped by our playerbase, and these are some of the wider reaching effects of various player plots and actions.
OOC, these are all updates to the setting at large that players both new and old are free to interact with as little or as much as they wish! Feel free to use them as prompts on this post, in your characters on-going lives and arcs, or just let them go "that's none of my business" and ignore it. The world of Kenos is shaped by our playerbase, and these are some of the wider reaching effects of various player plots and actions.
THE BLIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Since the Blight’s conclusion, both cities have undergone a fair bit of effort to reconstruct the districts and buildings that were destroyed in the Blight, though Springstar seems a touch further along than Highstorm, due to Shard-bearer efforts. The unusual weather pockets present previously have very nearly all disappeared, though there are some patches still present, lingering in the areas still somewhat ravaged by the Blight. The pockets seem to be losing their effects now, and if one finds themself within, will experience a mild slowing down or speeding up of time. Visions still appear within the small bubbles, reflections of dear ones or important events, though they seem to be only memory, though anyone within the bubble can bear witness.FURTHER DETAILS
OOCly, characters can still stumble into small bubbles of time, though they are fewer and far between than they were 3 months ago! These time bubbles still have some time-warping energy, and will continue to allow characters to either speed up or slow down, depending on player preference! In addition, the time bubbles are no longer bringing back remnants of Kenosians past, but there is still the chance of some memory reflections to briefly manifest in the bubble. They will come from player characters as a whole, and are purely up to whatever is fun for you! Think of it as brief flickers of memory sharing, they can be as brief or as distorted as you like! Think of this as the last gasp of the Blight, as it withers away thanks to the concentrated efforts of all shard bearers!
CHECKS AND BALANCES
Alenroux continues to improve, and with the new balance between both Springstar and Highstorm, the separate island is safer than ever! The tensions between both factions seem to have reduced over the island, thanks to the efforts of several shard bearers, and the populace seems to be warming to both factions once again.FURTHER DETAILS
After the resolution of the first Kenos Ambassador agreement, the balance of power in Alenroux is already starting to shift. The island already has a much more evenly-matched number of military forces from both Springstar and Highstorm, the number of troops in the area has reduced significantly. The number of monsters does not seem to have increased at this time, which bodes well for the area. The uptick of Highstorm locals has certainly led to more food flowing into Highstorm than had before, and the people seem pleased with the arrangement – for the moment! The small murmurs of discontent and unrest seem to have alleviated at this time. Though some still seem uncomfortable with the amount of troops, they seem less willing to say that out loud. Though nights in Alenroux will possibly never be wholly safe, the threats seem more manageable, though nobody will ever turn down Shard-Bearer assistance in a pinch!
TO INFINITY – AND BEYOND
Rumbling about temples being erected in the Beyond, which lies outside of Highstorm’s city limits, close to another that had been erected previously. Not one shrine out there, but two it seems. It shines like the sun when the moonlight catches it just right, and it’s visible over the line of trees that marks the edge of the Beyond. The more brave and curious of Highstorm’s denizens have started making more treks into the Beyond for both shrines, and the fact that most come back unharmed seems to encourage others to follow. And for those that may not be able to make the trek safely, there's an opportunity to make a bit of money by leading the way to the shrines and offering the curious pilgrims protection from the Beyond's dangers. There’s rumbling amongst them – Quetzalcoatl – Set – the names of gods of worlds long past, and though there are not many that will stray from Highstorm’s resident deified figure – Lady Yima – there are enough that it’s easy to catch pilgrimages out to the temple, and to visit them yourselves, as well!FURTHER DETAILS
Quetzalcoatl erected a bright and gigantic temple right next to Set's in the Beyond! Right next to Highstorm! I'm sure that's fine and will not have any diplomatic consequences in the future! Both gods have been drawing in new curious individuals – some who may be worshippers with time – and it's drawn the curiosity of many.
SMALLER CHANGES
GRAND LARCENY
An uptick in crime between both Springstar and Highstorm has both the Legion and Yima’s own private guard scrambling as they struggle to find rhyme or reason behind the latest crime spree taken up in both cities. Though there doesn’t seem to be a specific source, local chatter suggests that it might be coming from a mysterious underground, though most can’t say where... there’s vague gestures, and remarks about Below, without any concrete details. Those who are familiar with – or find out about – Kowloon, may find plenty of stolen items within Kowloon’s markets, though if asked, the keeper will simply shrug and say they retrieved it from a reputable source. Who? Well, they don’t know, they don’t remember their face. I’m sure this is fine and won’t lead to trouble later down the line!
Completely unrelated, those who are known to be or obviously affiliated with Springstar continue to encounter difficulty in Kowloon. It’s become a touch more brazen – more pickpocketing, even higher prices, or even some outright derisiveness from some businesses, although they seem to be centered more around Draumahol, and the further one gets from the business in the underground city (or as far as one can get) the more willing businesses seem to engage with those from Springstar, and the more… apologetic they are about higher prices, though they do still seem to be across the board.
FAE MISCHEIF
It’s not just the underground that seems to be reeling from a spike of theft, though this one seems more obvious – and innocuous! Faeries from the Greenwood Yard seem to still be reeling from recent Shard-Bearer intrusions, so bearers new and old may find small items of varying importance are missing. They’ll generally come with a calling card; a small note that is part threat and part invitation for a game, to come find them within the Greenwood Yards. After hearing about the issue, a certain potion shop owner sets up a small stall by the yards, and will offer to help the shard bearer with their predicament – for a price, of course! Better have a few gold coins on you!
The owner will offer bearers a round-trip to tiny town yet again, to retrieve whatever was stolen, though this time it comes with no visions, and generally the fairies will consider things to be even, if bearers come to retrieve it with politeness and a request for it to be returned. If a bearer threatens them… well. Let’s hope you brought a friend along to help with this fae threat, then!
OOC NOTES
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Lin Yühsia | Arknights
[ The experience of having to claw your way out of the earth like you're dragging yourself out of a grave is a singular, unique experience that Yüshia would be content to never have to live through again. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath after a fun little exertion with no ability to properly get a lungful of air. Her long hair and ears are caked with dirt that's going to be a pain in the ass to wash off, and she's sitting naked as the day she was born (reborn) on the dirt as she takes in the sight of the earthen cave around her.
Only for a hand to rudely pop out of the ground, startling her for a brief moment as it starts to claw at the ground in front of it. There's a few seconds of calculation on her part, before she picks herself up onto her feet, and grabs that hand, giving it a good yank to help haul the person attached out of the ground.
She's in a strange place under strange circumstances, and having someone indebted to her could be useful right now. ]
II. SPRINGSTAR PARTY
[ Yüshia has been largely quiet as she mills about the party, politely rejecting a seat when possible, and perching on the very edge of one if someone gets insistent enough. She holds her tongue, listening to what others around her say with an impassive expression, nodding more when people look in her direction. It's hard to tell on the surface what the woman might be looking for, but right now she's just gathering information, trying to make better sense of the situation she finds herself in.
Eventually she'll start to ask innocuous enough questions like-- ]
How exactly did the Meridian capture the Oracle again?
[ Or perhaps an idle comment like-- ]
People here seem confident in the Meridians.
[ Even something a little more probing with a carefully crafted careless tone, such as-- ]
Do you really think Springstar would be better off with a new Tribune?
III. TEMPLE OF THE GODS
[ Yüshia is making her rounds carefully as she explores, so hearing so much buzz about the recent addition of these temples has made her curious. She's quietly procured a local guide, and has had them bring her through the Beyond. Then it's a simple matter of leaving them to do whatever worship they apparently deem necessary as she starts to poke around the place, her frown deepening the more she explores the outside of Quetz's temple. ]
IV. KOWLOON
[ Now this? This is the kind of area that someone like Yüshia is the most interested in. Kowloon reminds her vaguely of the Lungmen slums where she grew up and did most of her work. It's shadier though, something that tinges less with people desperately trying to make their way through life, and more people dipping their hands into some very dangerous business.
Dangerous business is still well within her wheelhouse, though she'd be more comfortable if she had her Arts readily available to her. She hasn't yet thrown her hat into the ring with the Meridians, but from what she understands she'll be able to tap into them again once she does, and the feeling of people watching her from the shadows here is helping her make up her mind to do that sooner rather than later.
At least she carefully lifted a steak knife from the party, and as she turns down a small alley, reaches into her pocket to grab onto the handle now. The sense of being followed doesn't vanish and she yanks it out as she spins on her heel, eyes narrowed as she takes on her would be attacker.
Is it an attacker? A mugger who has an interest in taking everything from her? Maybe someone that a kind passerby might want to step in and help her with?
Is it an innocent who was curious what a young woman was doing by herself in such a sketchy looking area?
Either way they might want to say or do something as she lunges towards them. ]
temple.
there's another woman casually sauntering around the temple, eyes bright and curious as she takes in the architecture so different from what she's used to. certainly nothing like this exists in trimounts, outside of a few selective museums.
she perks up at the sight of lin, steps speeding up just a bit as she walks forward to engage in conversation. ]
See something you don't like?
[ why else would there be so many furrows between those brows? ]
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Maybe. Yüshia doesn't spend much time at Rhodes Island, and there are a lot of operators there, but she's always been good with faces.
She doesn't show any signs of it either way as she continues to study the building. ]
Just wondering how this structure was built in the time frame the locals have suggested.
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muelsyse glances away from lin and back towards the architecture, lips pursing as she surveys. ]
Mmm, couldn't say. I'm the head of Ecology, not the head of Structural, for a reason.
[ give her an unidentified plant to analyze and she'll be raring to go, an answer provided within minutes. buildings? nah. ]
Why, thinking of building something like it?
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I'm not particularly interested in ostentatious buildings like this myself. Just the kind of being that could create one so easily.
[ A god apparently, again according to the locals, or at least her local guide. ]
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her gaze slides back over, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. humans - and other shortlived species - are always so interested in anything that might give them an advantage, the upper hand in sticking around longer.
well, it's not like she's really all that different at the end of the day. ]
Have you tried praying at the front? Maybe whatever built this temple might show up and answer all your questions.
[ that's how it goes in the fairy tales, isn't it? ]
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4 ehehehe
It doesn't help, of course, that the short man, turning down the alley... doesn't really look all that Friendly. Maybe it's the sour pinch in his face, the way his eyes and mouth are all puckered and pinched, as if there is something detestable before him (spoilers: it's everything) though the worst of it is the hand perpetually concealed in a pocket — what could he be preparing to pull out? — or even worse... That eye — glaring outward with laser-focused hatred.
She lunges to him, and he only stops.
Her blade will encounter only air — a shield. ]
What sort of damage do you think you can do with that? If you're trying to mug me, you've made a grave error.
[ It's a steak knife, come on! ]
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Right now at least, while her own Arts are still locked behind a Meridian or Zenith paywall.
The comment about her trying to mug him has her taking a few steps back, and giving the man a curious look, though she's not putting the knife away yet. Shield or not, she feels better with something in her hands still.
It's going to clash weirdly with her polite, calm way of speaking. ]
My apologies, after you turned down the alleyway after me I assumed it was the other way around.
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A bold assumption.
[ It isn't though. Not really. It is Kowloon, after all, but Silco is so used to being regarded as having power either here — or similarly in Zaun — that it often doesn't cross his mind until moments like this. When someone has tried to do it to him. It's so rare, though. ]
Do you always attack first, when followed? I'll warn my people, lest they accidentally turn down the same alleyway as you in the future.
[ There's almost... a ghost of a smile on his face, the very brief, very quiet joke, though it doesn't reach his eyes. ]
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"My people" is it? A threat not to mess with him in the future, as he throws his apparent weight around. She's too new to really be able to gauge how much credibility that has, but those ears perched on top of her head do perk up just slightly at that, turning towards him even as her expression stays controlled. ]
I'd appreciate it if you would. I'm not really interested in getting involved in an incident myself, despite evidence to the contrary.
[ It's "pleasantry". Banter. She doesn't think for a second anyone is getting a warning other than her. She'll test her limits some though, to see if she can get some other information out of him. ]
I'm afraid I've never been in this area before, and I'm jumpier than usual.
[ Pretty calm demeanor for an apparently jumpy woman. She's also careful not to mention being new in general, or a shard-bearer. Finding the entrance to Kowloon took genuine effort on her part, and she has a feeling plenty of residents of Springstar have never set foot on these roads. ]
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[ He asks, with a smile. It's not kind, completely false this time, but it's present on his face when he says it. His hands spread slightly, and he tipped his head. ] I suppose to the... newcomers, this may seem a bit more... intense than they had imagined.
[ Does he mean Kenos, or Kowloon? It's not clear, but she can probably guess he means Kowloon. ]
Or are you jumpy in every new location that you arrive in?
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So of course, when witnessing the altercation unfold from above (as he'd been stalking Yüshia himself above ground level out of sheer boredom, and because it was hard to conceal a 7'8" tall alien amongst this crowd), he took a seat on the edge of a rickety balcony, long legs dangling over the edge, and leaned forwards with a grin that flashed his shark-like teeth.
Immediately, he knew she was going to be the winner against her inept stalker. The man she lunged at was a beanpole of a man, had that desperate twitchy air about him too and a comical expression of surprise at the sudden assault. The stalker scrambled away, stammering something unintelligible and... ran away?
Aw, man, really? Prey shows a little bit of teeth and he flees? Boring.]
Boo! Booooo! [He yelled at the fleeing stalker's back, picking up some rubbish littering the edge of the balcony and tossing it after him.] Not even a punch! She only had a piddling little knife! You could have tried to wrestle it from her! Tch.
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For controlled and agreed upon fights in a proper venue that is. What the man up on the balcony was watching was an attempted crime taking place, and not the kind of sporting enjoyment she can at least passively appreciate as an outsider. Her expression goes cold as she deftly slips the knife back out of view. ]
He could have tried, but it wouldn't have been worth his time.
[ She has no money on her for one, nothing worth stealing, and she would have done a lot of harm to him in the meantime. Besides, a man his size and demeanor would have never been able to take her in a fight, even if hand to hand combat wasn't her specialty. ]
You're more than welcome to chase after him for your own match if you'd like.
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Why would I do that? I only put in effort when the prey's worthy of it.
[He made a point not to 'pick on civilians', as it were. Oh, sure, he'd do it if his masters yanked his leash and told him to go fetch, but it wasn't his personal preference. He liked dangerous prey, the sort that fought back with savage fang and claw and guile, who could kill him and grant him the thrill of a hunt well-deserved. That little dormouse? He'd just feel annoyed at wasting his time.]
And he ain't worth it. Now you, on the other hand... you seem interesting. You make a habit of shanking first, ask questions later?
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She'll bite back if she has to, but she'd rather not put herself at risk when her disadvantages are so clear right now. ]
Not usually, but I'm not in usual circumstances right now.
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[Languidly, he slid off the edge of the balcony. The drop was about two stories, which was high for the normal person to just casually jump, but the Elders had spent years fine-tuning his body to endure all sorts of horrors and agonies, so a bit of achy knees when landing heavily didn't even register.
He straightened up from the low squat he'd landed in, looming over Yüshia - unintentionally, really. His default state was looming.]
But, y'know, how someone acts when in 'unusual circumstances' reveals a lot about them.
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[ It's just the Herrscher of Sentience! Who isn't really following so much as she's artlessly wandering. Kowloon is a place she enjoys hanigng out from time to time - mostly to run small-time scams - and sometimes she runs into other shard-bearers down here. Like Yushia. She mostly wanted to figure out what this particular person was up to - after all, she's a new face! And Senti is nothing if not impulsive. She darts back, trying to get away from the glinting knife-blade. ]
What kind of asshole just stabs someone at random?
[ Says the kind of asshole to stab someone at random.
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You look remarkably unstabbed to me.
[ Technically true. The Herrscher of Sentience's reflexes had been good for starters, but Lin's swipe had been more in warning than with actual killing intent as well. A glancing blow would have been fine, but she wasn't aiming for anything fatal in the first place. ]
Besides, what kind of person follows a stranger down a dark alleyway?
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[ She is not admitting to anything.
Nor is she dropping the whole 'almost got stabbed' thing. ]
Maybe you should be more careful about trying to stab people!
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[ And it doesn't look like it does to Yüshia. It's not like she's infallible and incapable for being wrong, but she feels confident calling this bluff.
But fine, if they're going to have this conversation then she'll at least put one thing to rest. ]
It was a warning strike, not a real attempt at stabbing you.
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[ Senti is not acknowledging a damn thing. ]
Yeah, well, next time you try to "warn" me, I'm going to hit you in the head with a brick.
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It isn’t too often that she swings by this place, but today’s been a calm one with nothing on the agenda, so a little venture to stretch her legs sounds like just what she needs. Gavial’s perched up on the stone of the second large tier from the bottom, leaning back casually and enjoying the sights. Locals popping in for a bit of worship is becoming a familiar sight, so she thinks nothing of it when she catches sight of a pair of people wandering in from the woods. One makes their way on up the steps as usual, but the other woman stays behind, poking around the place more curiously.
Gavial watches her for a bit, posture as relaxed as ever, and eventually calls out.]
Pretty cool, isn’t it?
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She brings a hand to her chin thoughtfully, eyes sliding off of Gavial and back towards the temple she's resting on, only partly considering it as she churns through her memories to try and remember half-forgotten details before she embarrasses herself by making a comment. ]
It makes a statement at least.
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[One thing about working Medical is that it means she gets to see a rotating door of all sorts of faces. Permanent staff and frequently contracted operators become familiar in no time, but there’s a hell of a lot of people that have filtered in and out of the landship over the years. The sight of ears and a tail on someone like that aren’t as frequent here as they are back home, and it’s getting some gears starting to turn.]
Maybe not quite the statement it was meant to, considering this big thing belongs to someone from Meridian.
[Look, Gavial doesn’t really care much for the dance of politics, but even she can tell that sticking this here is one hell of a bold move. If it’d been anyone other than Quetzalcoatl who did it, she’d think it’s a big middle finger to the opposition.
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Pretty high stakes all things considered, so she can imagine there's probably not a lot of love lost between members of the different groups.
The temple suddenly gets a new look of interest from Yüshia as she lets her eyes travel up, up, all the way up to the top of it. ]
Or maybe it's exactly the intended statement.
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