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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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icingonthecake: (funny story)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-21 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
No? Just no? Sheesh, maybe he is just losing his mind, if this kid is that sure without even any consideration.

"Okay, fair enough," he says, shaking his head. "I just feel like I'm walking in circles, like... I've seen all this crap before." He makes a noise in the back of his throat then. "Er... not that you're crap. That was a 'present company excluded' sort of remark." Good job, Axel, insult the guy, that'll endear you to him for sure. He hefts a sigh and rakes a hand back through his hair. "You don't happen to know how to get out of these woods, then, do ya?" he asks, gesturing to the tree the younger man was just scrambling up. "Were you lookin' to get a lay of the land?"

He's not sure what else he would have been doing up a tree, but he's willing to give benefit of doubt.
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[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-21 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Axel was a generally helpful sort of fellow; he found that people were a lot more likely to be chatty and less guarded around someone openly friendly and hospitable. And while he wasn't under orders to get information out of anybody here, old habits did still die hard.

The older man seemed hesitant at first, but then agreed, and Axel lowered his hand to the base of the smoldering coals in the quelled bonfire. It didn't take much to get them burning low again, and after a moment's tweaking at the flames with one hand, it was burning brightly like the others once more.

"Easy peasy," he said with a grin, and then wagged a finger. "But flint's never a bad idea, really," he acknowledged. "Apparently there's ways of nullifying magic here, so... doesn't hurt to know how to do it the hands-on way."

Shifting where he sat, he offered the man a hand.

"Name's Axel," he said. "You new? Lots'a newbies here all of a sudden."
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[personal profile] priorly 2018-04-21 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Do I look like I have pockets? I don't always go out at night fully equipped for spelunking.

[But, he reaches into the front of his top and pulls out a slim pack of cigarettes, a lighter tucked into the space where two used to be. They're a memory object, of course, but it might still function.

He's looking somewhat warily into the dark.]


Your old times might differ from mine, a little.
icingonthecake: (eh heh heh heh)

memories, ii

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-21 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
After having seen a handful of these bizarre intrusive memories, Axel can't deny that a scene of a man and his dog in the morning light is oddly--pleasantly--refreshing, comparatively. Admittedly, this dog... isn't one he would just approach without express assurance from its handler that it isn't going to tear his face off.

He gives a low, appraising whistle and folds his arms with a grin.

"Is that a dog or a moose?" he asks with a chuckle. "Guess you never had'a worry about anyone breaking into your place, with a guard dog like that, huh?"

These shared memory moments are awkward, but at least this one isn't something intensely personal or horrific, so he'll take what he can get.
gekkajuu: commissioned, please do not steal (何処に向かうか)

[personal profile] gekkajuu 2018-04-21 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Atsushi isn't even doing that poorly - or so he thinks. Maybe he's just used to it, because Dylas' question makes him need to stop and think a lot longer than is probably healthy.]

... Mochi? You made daifuku mochi... with tiger faces on.

[Why does that seem distant enough to barely seem real, suddenly? Clearly the orphanage still has a tighter grip on Atsushi than he'd thought - or it's just the hypnosis that jumbled his barely-settled brain all over again.]

There were those watermelons, too...
beknight: ([ bvs ] 67.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Can't argue with that logic.

[ Given that powers are... well let's leave it at "unreliable". ]

Let's see what you're up to, then.
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[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, a little mistrust goes a long way. Bruce, however, shrugs. 'I've found speaking my mind goes a long way,' he says. What they say after that — depends, doesn't it? He doesn't especially have choice words for them, even with the long line of his enemies up there. A deal only works if both sides keep the bargain, and anyway, he doesn't stir up trouble anywhere near the deity scale.
beknight: ([ bvs ] 44.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
It could be an act, and there are times when he would have done the opposite, for necessity. Long term plans with short term losses, short term words and actions that disgusted him — that's always been part of the job.

But more than not needing to, Bruce is always softer with children. Softer when they've been hurt, when they do things like stay out in the rain, separated from the rest of their peers and whatever passes for safety on this planet. Softer, a little, because her footsteps are quiet and she's seen a world that no one should ever have to lay eyes upon.

So he does not lie.

'Sounds like it couldn't have happened to a nicer person,' he tells Vin quietly.
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[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ Not I understand (he does), not we will (they will), just — yes, this is all right to say, this is something to be expressed. They've always had fear and sincerity cut from them, drawn out like it was only ever meant to be admitted under pressure. ]

Let's go.

[ He squeezes her hand. ]
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[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Then allow me to bring you back down to Earth.

[ Hey fly guy, feet on the ground, eyes ahead of you. Bruce has filled that role before, it's his favourite place in the world, and he inhabits it very comfortably now. ]

I did hear something about an engineering company. What was it called...
beknight: ([ jl ] 134.)

sorry for the delay, internet problems. back now!!

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-21 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a soft, irritated noise. So they're both going in circles, one familiar, and one not, and there isn't looking to be a solution to this problem except the old-fashioned way: brute force it until it submits to your will.

Well, he can't say he hates that option. Bruce can think with his fists as much as his mind.

'What equipment have you got on you?' Or what powers he possesses, but one sharp question at a time.
inaurare: (Happy)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-04-21 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
Gardening. A little painting. And I work at the Sanctuary, so there are always new things to learn.

[dipping his head with a little chuckle - that must sound very... bare.]

I’m finding other ways to fill my time, though. And Lula keeps me busy, of course...
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[personal profile] semblant 2018-04-21 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay well if you like him so much why don't you marry him? There's a slight spike in blood pressure.

He isn't so attentive at the moment, is he?]


I'll keep that in mind.

[Both of those things.]

Is there something you'd like to do at the moment?
defenses: (╏ 007.)

[personal profile] defenses 2018-04-21 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course! Knights don't lie, y'know!

[ or, at least... he doesn't think they should.

they had a code of honor to uphold, after all. but, fishing with a group of friends, huh? it sounds real nice, actually. maybe they could get some swimming in too. he's already thinking of all the fun, before he realizes he's almost derailed himself from responding.
] That sounds great! Nothing like a party with friends...

We can have fresh fish, boiled fish. fried fish .... it'll be the whole mix! What do you think? [ he brings a finger up to touch beneath morgana's chin a bit in punctuation for his enthusiasm. ]
vorrutyer: (nice belly-button ring)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-21 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
What - your Earth doesn't even have corrective surgery yet? I knew you weren't civilized enough for gene-cleaning, but I thought you'd at least understand the proper application of a laser.

[ Hypocrisy, of course. No one in By's Barrayaran generation is gene-cleaned, and all of them were body-births, from the Emperor on down. They're as barbaric and as brutish in their practices as Old Earthers were before they even ventured into space. Hell, Byerly probably has more hidden mutations in his perverse Vorrutyer genome than Richie does. But a fellow wants to feel superior sometimes.

And speaking, also, of keen eyesight - He does want to get this question out before that door comes open, before whatever monster lurking inside bursts out. It's not like he needs to know this, because the little curly-haired boy isn't here with him. But he wants to decode that wistful glance that Richie has been turning on the child. ]


I'm guessing that one doesn't survive?
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-21 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
A spy? Him? [ With a laugh - ] That fellow doesn't look like he's even capable of walking into a room without being noticed.

[ Which is a fine bit of absurdity, coming from Byerly - By, who's made a career of hiding in plain sight, of being so loud and obnoxious and obtrusive that everyone around him thought him incapable of doing harm. If this fellow is a spy, he's doubtless a spy of the same breed. Someone who seemed so unlikely that he went overlooked.

Though - hm. It appears that Dorian doesn't overlook him, does he? ]
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[personal profile] impavid 2018-04-21 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, well, that's a gun aimed at him now. Which, fine, he's used to that. John lifts his hands so they're visible, and shoots Gwen an entirely fake fuck-you smile. Sizing her up, though, she's nervous. Distracted. He could probably disarm her if he needed to. The question is how likely they are to shoot Ianto.

"Listen," he says, "it's nothing personal, but I really hate having guns point at me. Now, I know I'm interrupting some good drama here but -- which is a pain, I'm sorry -- but maybe we could all just take a minute to lower our weapons? Then everyone would feel better about talking this over."

Right? Right. Probably. If not, the question is how does he force it. Escalate by holding the gun on Gwen (apparently) instead? Who can hold a bluff longer?
torchwoodteaboy: (beg your pardon?)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-04-21 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Freak weather pattern.

In the back of Ianto's mind is another instance in which funny sorts of weather patterns factored into the case they were trying to solve. But that couldn't be... He's on an entirely different planet, to start. And while this seems to be out of the ordinary, there must be a different explanation.

Still, it does help to see that Jim, a man who has been here longer than Ianto himself, is just as baffled. That it's not all in his head as he had initially feared. Ianto takes a step backwards away from the wall of hail coming towards them.

"I don't know about you but. That doesn't look good to me..."
torchwoodteaboy: (uncertain talking)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-04-21 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto nods carefully as he listens to the other man's words.

"No way to go but forward," he replies, a bit nervously but trying not to let the conditions get to him otherwise. He's only lost in an unknown forest on a foreign planet, that's all. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this scenario.

"I'm supposed to decide which city is for me, or that's the idea I'm getting," he says. Feeling chatty because he always seems to be more chatty when he's nervous.
fisherwife: (I found your birth control)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-21 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hums lightly in understanding]

And how exactly does one kill a demon? [Since where she's from you usually just kinda...stab 'em. A lot. That generally sees to work??]
torchwoodteaboy: (frown if only)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-04-21 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianto can't turn his head to look at John, but he can read the expression on Gwen's face and he knows her well enough to know that he must be doing something.

"Maybe if teaboy here started showing a little loyalty, perhaps," Owen tones across the Hub from them, rubbing his head as he picks himself up off the floor.

Ianto shifts uncomfortably on the floor. He doesn't know whether Jack would actually shoot him or not. He'd threatened. God knows he had threatened, over and over he had. And he had suspended him from work after this. But he'd never hurt him. Not physically, anyway.

"Lisa worked for Torchwood," Ianto explains, as much for John's benefit as for theirs. "I wanted to find a cure, I..."

"Ianto," Jack says, and Ianto has to give him credit, there is compassion in his voice when he says it. "You have to believe me, there is no cure. There never will be. Those who are converted stay that way. Your girlfriend will not be the exception!" His voice rises in tone and anger the longer he goes on, blue eyes flashing as he shoots a glare back at John in turn.

"I don't know who you are, or how he's gotten you into the Hub, but you need to know what's happening here," he growls, "because this is how these things start. Small decisions that become mass slaughter. These creatures regain a foothold by exploiting human weaknesses. Then they take a base, regain their forces, and before you know it the Cyber race is spreading out across the universe, erasing worlds, assimilating populations, all because of the tiny beginnings, here. We need to stop her." He throws another glare back at John, because yes damn it he is including you in this too, whoever the hell you are and whatever the hell you think you're doing in his base. He'll get to Retconning you later. "Together."
fisherwife: (We need to feng shui this bitch.)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-21 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mipha had a feeling she would, though it definitely takes her a moment to figure out a way to describe Olympia compared to Wyver that isn't just "civilized." That wouldn't quite be fair after all.]

It reminds me a bit more of Hyrule and the castle town. The people between the two are generally not that different, however. Like everywhere there are good and bad people... I suppose Wyver is just a bit more... Rougher?

[Mipha falls quiet a moment, glancing down and away as she thinks of the troubles recently] ...There's been a bit of trouble, lately. You and the others are quite lucky, since the population of both seem more inclined towards niceties towards the refugees this time. I suppose it might be guilt for all that happened the last couple of months.
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[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-21 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mipha watches her; Vin's a curious girl, hardened and prickly without being completely rude or unapproachable. What exactly was the world she'd come from to make her like that, she wonders.]

Perhaps then Wyver would be more your type of place, if you'd be more comfortable in someplace comparatively rougher.
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[personal profile] summertimeblues 2018-04-21 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luckily for Byerly, Richie may be sharp but he has zero context for what is or isn't real in the distant tomorrow. Outside of what Byerly feeds him the whole prospect seems a deadly array of possibilities.]

It's 1959! [But of course to this man, that clarifies nothing.] These hoodlums haven't even seen a microwave yet. What, you could clear out crummy eyesight but you couldn't cure the family madness?

[He wasn't exactly being subtle, now was he? So sue him. Richie shakes his head slowly, gaze drawn inexorably back to that diminuitive form.]

No. Stan makes it out as a kid. It's later that he—when Mike made the calls, that the murders were starting up again. He hung up the phone and he took a bath.
Edited (Phone please) 2018-04-21 15:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seagoing 2018-04-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The flinch certainly doesn't go unnoticed, but Isabela covers for that easily with a smile that her heart isn't entirely sold to. She remembers that the girl had been through a lot with the capture she had to deal with much like she had the month before, so she tries to be gentle. You had been worried that Luis was potentially a pirate and here she was as the real deal right in front of her. But she liked the girl plenty, the last thing she wanted was to scare her.]

That kind of life is hardly one that would have worked for me. I'd been following along with what people wanted for me; first my mother and her swindling for the early part of my life, and then the false sort of freedom I had here under that man's finger. [She doesn't address her husband by name, he hardly deserved that kind of respect anymore.] For me being a pirate is...actually being free. It's hard work, but the freedom to go wherever I want, to choose my crew and be the only one in my life calling the shots...there's little less like it. It wouldn't have been the same being bound by laws and a structured way of having to do things.

[Her expression softens then, trying to be comforting as best as she can.]

We aren't all the terrifying cutthroat people out there on the sea storytellers like to make us out to be. I hardly fit the image myself as it is, and I certainly don't plan on getting an eyepatch anytime soon. [A pause.] Does it bother you, knowing what I am?