closed feb catch-all | T is for Thottie

[logpose]

Who: Nami (logpose) & some endangered animals
What: it is a catch-all
When: for february
Where: places
Warning(s): none

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[sparsity]

[ Oh. That was actually really convincing. Mikazuki has his bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath the threshold of the cloak as it lays low against his brow, considering that talent as he looks at Nami. Anything that can get him out his penchant for trouble is a thing worth protecting — so he thinks, anyway.

His gaze eventually trains forward as the crowd thickens and grows louder. Shamans chanting their prayers and blessings, the beat of dragon wings. It smells like foliage and fire up here, the smoke from incense tickling his nose.

Once they shuffle into line, close to the Altar where the pact pairs stand, Mikazuki shifts beside Nami to spy the gathering of items — mortar dishes filled with crushed herbs and salves, various ingredients and other tools to make medicines. It looks like a few of the shamans are blessing them to increase their potency. Any of that would probably do if they could make it out of here with them. With a touch to her elbow and a nod, he keeps his voice low. ]

That's it.

[ A table full of dollar signs. ]

1/2

[logpose]

[ They were told to bring back some supplies. When Nami's eyes follow Mikazuki's, they practically light up with delight. If she were back home instead of here, one of her crewmates would probably tell her her eyes have started to look like dollar signs. All they really need to do is swipe a few things, hand them over to their client, and the money will start rolling in! It sounds easy enough. They can wait until the celebrations start and dart off with the loot in the shadows.

She gives him a nod, siding up closer so they can speak without anyone eavesdropping. ] Good find, Mika. Once we get everyone drunk on the festivities, those supplies are as good as ours.

[logpose]

[ Ka-ching! Though she's ecstatic, she manages to keep her cool, resuming her character when someone steps closer into their circle.

The couple looking to form their pact are summoned to the alter, where Nami and Mikazuki are standing, and they fall into a kneel before their high 'priests'. This must be her cue to start spewing out some bullshit and hope it works. A Volkrian pact is sort of like getting married, right? ]

We are gathered here today to witness the holy union of two dear members of our tribe, [ What even are their names -- she tries to remember the conversations she overheard on the way to the top. ] Shak'rar and Almeen. Their first meeting was fated by the gods, and now, the gods will oversee this passage into the next chapter of their lives as well.

[ She's nailing it?? But the villagers then bring out a live wyvern before the alter, holding a knife out to Nami and Mikazuki. She's kind of unsure about this, but trooper that she is, she continues on her little facade. ] A-Ah --

May this sacrifice bring great blessings. [ She doesn't want to sacrifice it though?? ]

[sparsity]

[ She really is nailing it. He somehow feels he ought to be extra quiet just so he doesn't blow it, but somehow that's — weirdly comfortable for him, almost nostalgic.

Still, while Mikazuki has half an ear on Nami, noting how it was good she managed to get the names because he sure didn't, he's aware of the commotion as a shaman leads a wyvern up through the crowd. There are onlookers throwing flowers and trinkets, and the creature doesn't seem at all agitated or frightened about what's going on. When the knife intrudes on his line of sight, he senses Nami hesitate at its apparent purpose.

Time for him to step up. He reaches across to accept the blade easily, moving out from the circle and up to the wyvern. It chuffles out a low noise, but otherwise allows his approach. Placing a hand on the swell of its breastbone, he steadies and then drives the knife up between the scales.

The wyvern bellows and cracks its wings with a threatening hiss, but stays standing. It doesn't die, but it does bleed heavily as Mikazuki pushes the knife up against the scales to get at the tough flesh underneath. It seems the only sacrifice they want is blood — he reaches aside to Nami for a bowl.

Obviously, he can't say where he learned that, but that can come later. On with the show. ]

[logpose]

[ Mikazuki's ability to stay calm in even the most distressing situations kind of saves them in this moment, though she does feel a tinge of guilt that he had to take over for her as she stood frozen. Well, what is she supposed to do? She doesn't want to harm an innocent animal if she can help it, and all that blood is sort of squicking her out. If Mikazuki hadn't stepped in, she might have blown her cover in her hesitation to bleed the animal.

But Mikazuki's making this whole thing so convincing, it's almost like he's played the part before. The other worshippers look completely fooled. Taking the cue, she hands him the bowl, stepping closer to him so she can let out a whisper. ]

Mikazuki, you don't have to ... [ If this is too much, she's certain she could bluff her way out of this in some form. There's no need to do anything he's truly uncomfortable with. ]

[sparsity]

[ In front of him, the wyvern shifts on its feet as the bowl fills with blood, trails of it streaking down the sides. He's pretty well aware of pain and blood loss thresholds, so he hands the bowl off to another shaman so he can take another. It's gotten all over his his hands in the process — it's weird that it stays warm almost, warmer than human blood.

He keeps his eyes on the creature even when Nami moves closer to try and allay the fear he doesn't have. Dipping his chin, he keeps his voice low among the chanting and passing around of blood. ]

I'm okay. This guy will be too.

[ He'll probably just need a big meal afterwards. There goes another bowl, until there's enough to get passed around between the party. He nods aside. ]

Ready?