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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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[personal profile] insist 2018-05-15 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
AAH?! No!! What the hell?! [ He can gradually feel the nice crop top he had on him, along with his pants and everything else, phase into nothingness, leaving only a draft against his skin. Rohan's quick to cover himself up, hands shielding his front as he crumbles to his knees. While he isn't exactly a normal person in any shape or form, he at least knows enough to feel humiliated when buck naked in front of a stranger. ]

Where are my real clothes?! Cain, help me find them! [ They are probably lying around in the bushes somewhere. Also, give a girl a jacket ... ]
braidedwonder: (government aid ain't relief)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-05-15 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Recklessness? [ There's a bit of a quirk of a brow and a laugh. ] Listen, bein' the way I am means I've survived this long, so I don't wanna hear any shit about it, uh?

[ Granted it's also gotten him jailed on the lunar base, almost neutralized by Heero Yuy who thankfully thinks for himself, and a list of other things, but he's only going to focus on the fact that he's still alive, thank you because why not. ]

No use in goin' slow anyways cause you don't know when it'd choose to shut, yeah?
quintessent: (In the end we're bound to change)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-05-15 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She folds her hands in her lap. There's been plenty of time for her to mull this over while on board Natha's ship.]

Olympia seems the most prepared to handle refugees, with better infrastructure and city planning.

[Logical, emotionless reasons, but then her lips pull into a thin smile,] And it reminds me the most of home.

[Which is really what it comes down to. The tall, clean architecture of Olympia is closer to the cities in Altea than the ramshackle and every-man-for-themselves tone of Wyver. Though she suspects that what repels Allura from Wyver is what drew Keith there in the first place.]

I'll admit, I'm a little nervous. It's been a long time since I've lived somewhere that wasn't my castle.

[And before that, it was a different castle. Such is the life of a princess.]
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[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-05-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Frederick listens solemnly, face creasing even further as Cain spells out the simple tale of his brother's demise. Bad enough to lose a dear brother, but even worse to not know the true cause of death and be forced to make conjecture.

It reminds him a little of the Risen threat of all those years ago, sudden figures dropping from the sky and spreading across Ylisse like poisonous ash. They'd figured out the cause eventually but Cain...

Frederick stirs, restless. ]


I'm sorry. Did you ever figure out from where the light came? What caused it?
punshots: (✘ rise.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-05-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he's supposed to find that comforting, he doesn't. Much as he might be indebted to Ardyn for saving his life, Prompto doesn't relish the idea of the other thinking himself in control of Prompto's own fate. He's had enough of Ardyn meddling in that for one lifetime, so he doesn't say as much. Not now, after everything he's been shown.

A short sigh, and a shake of his head. ]


We're all in this together, whether we like it or not, huh? [ He doesn't quite smile, but the ghost of it is there, etched at the corners of his mouth. ] And if it was Alisaie, instead of me? Or X'rhun?

[ Of course, Prompto already knows Ardyn saved X'rhun's life. He has no such "duty" to fulfill to him, even if they are from similar worlds. ]
punshots: (✘ displacement.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-05-16 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Dude, an airship? Nice. That's lit.

[ It sounds pretty badass, and Prompto pictures Cain as something of a sky pirate, sailing around in lightning storms and traveling the world. Hey, that'd make a cool video game... ]

And that song you hummed? Chocobo song, man! Guess they don't have chocobos in your world, do they?

[ If they did, he would know the song, natch. ]
punshots: (✘ grit.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-05-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Just an expression! But I guess it is kinda soggy out here...

[ And he's just going to..wait on the other side of the hole, tapping his boot in the mud while waiting for Alphinaud to come through. ]

[personal profile] judicia 2018-05-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
( Anders holds onto him a little more tightly. He isn't going to argue that it was a smart idea, that letting Justice possess him did more good than harm. It was an emotional decision, Anders knows that better than anyone. )

You saved my life. ( He says, choking back a sob, his hand curling into the back of Justice's hair. )

You were there for me when no one else was. How could I not do the same for you?

( Justice is important to him, so much so that Anders couldn't stand the thought of losing him. He doesn't want Justice know just how deep his feelings for him are, but he does, at least, want him to know, )

I don't care whether it was right or wrong. It was what I wanted. I wanted you.
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[personal profile] persistor 2018-05-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ The coincidences line up a little too perfectly. Images of her fighting the Spine flashing by as the Storm whirls around them. He's still affected by it, either way; it's all the more reasons for her to be less-than-fond of both.

Pity doesn't suit them — there's nothing to pity about the situation that they've landed themselves in, and she's not about to disservice Boxer by regretting it, either. But it still ... aches, because it never had to be like this. There's some series of choices she could have made, they could have made, that wouldn't have landed them in this particular scenario, dealing with the aftermath of all that came before.

Red drags her hands around his waist, underneath his jacket. Loops them around until she's holding him closer, a small chuckle to soothe the nerves while they're chest-to-chest. He's far too tall for her to hook her chin on his shoulder, so she makes do with cutting off her vision for the time being. There's a pause, before she starts rubbing gentle circles into his back, in the hopes that it — helps, somehow.

There's not much she can say, and for once ( ha. ), she's not entirely fond of doing either. So she just settles for ... this. Small comforts when they should be figuring out a way out ( if it's like all the other times, they'll be kicked out before long anyway ). In the hopes that it eases the tension in his shoulders, somehow. ]
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[personal profile] desistor 2018-05-16 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[To each their own. He's not here to judge. The nuances of what draws people to one city or another and why are rarely black and white to begin with. Plenty to take into account, after all. Convenience, climate, culture, infrastructure, occupation, familiar faces—

(He doesn't have a brow to raise at castle, and he keeps the bemusement out of his voice, so she ought to be none the wiser. But, y'know, maybe she ought to meet Clair sometime.)
]

If it helps, you can look me up whenever you need. [By which he means—] Settled down around there a few months back.

[For one reason or another. He wouldn't call himself loyal to Olympia, wouldn't ever call it home, precisely. But they get by just fine, most days.]

Like to think I know my way around.

[If nothing else.]

...Call it making it up to you.
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[personal profile] whatisright 2018-05-16 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[I wanted you. Justice shudders in Anders' grasp, because he can feel the truth in those words radiating from Anders' skin like fire. Has Justice ever been so purely wanted and cared for, not as a concept but as a person? He doesn't know. He doesn't remember it ever happening.]

You are the truest friend I could have ever had.

[His voice cracks when he says it, grip tight on Anders. He wishes they could be closer in this moment, that it were possible to meld together without possession.]

It is your decision to show me mercy, but I have still hurt you. I may yet still, if we cannot be separated. I am sorry. [He'd suggest trying to kill the him in Anders' body if he thought Anders would go along with it. Anything to stop this corruption in its tracks before it takes his friend.]

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-05-16 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's really hard to argue with him. Not because of anything sentimental, but because he's right. She did take Alexei's death hard because she cared about him, had even loved him, or at least thought she did, although in hindsight she thinks at least some of that feeling had been the rush of thinking you might die. All of the adrenaline and hormones. And Alexei had made a choice; had judged her survival and the success of the mission as more important than his own life.

It was a very Romanoff thing to do, she supposed.]


Yeah, they are. Idiots.

[It's a little playful, though, which if nothing else says he managed to keep her thoughts from going too deep or dark. And it's a little fond, and with that underlying understanding that sometimes she's an idiot too. So she nods, breathes, and she curls in a little bit closer.] No wonder Natasha's always so edgy, then.

[It's not quite a joke, but it's a touch of mirth, a little piece of amusement, and making an attempt at letting it go, for the moment anyway. There was truth to it, though, of course- Natasha was always questioning what motivated people. It was why she was so good at what she did. But Rumlow was right in that it came with a certain degree of paranoia.

Ava couldn't say she escaped it entirely, but she was a little bit more willing to try, anyway. Even if she understood better than just about anyone where that came from for Nat.]


You want me to take first watch?
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[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-16 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Just a girl on a quest to rule the world.

[ with sarcasm hanging heavily on her words, there's a part of her that wonders if cain would take her words at face value. maybe her small, forced smirk is enough indicator of such - but it's gone before long, when she realizes the expression she's making. ]

Torhid Kingdom... [ she finds herself repeating the whispered words - in his voice, but not quite the same tone. when she's finally able to register the memory, her expression softens. ] So even you have demons, huh?
offtune: (#phanuel —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-16 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's only a hint of what's being implied there, but as someone well-acquainted with death, she's easily able to decipher his meaning. ]

So your name is on the list - means you're dead also, right?
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[personal profile] fakers 2018-05-16 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the Country? archer quirks an eyebrow at the phrase, though he otherwise understands the meaning behind it. a curious phrase, but he sees no point in inquiring about it. for now, at least. ]

Whoever's behind this isn't without a certain sense of... humor.

[ from the way he says that last word, it's clear he'd considered using something else first. ]

If you want a day at the beach, I'm sure they'll accommodate you eventually. But, as with most things here, don't expect there to be no strings attached.

[ okay, to be fair, the last time everyone was sent off to the beach... nothing particularly bad happened. not that he can think of, anyway. but still. ]

But I suppose that means we need to get out of here. I assume this vision will simply fade after time, but I may be wrong.
offtune: (#vasiariah —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-16 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it's occupied by people that resembles humans, it can't be too different from Earth, can it?"

At the core, people are all the same. They're nasty, selfish motherfuckers, and Zero would be remiss if she made anyone think she's any different. She can't say the same about the princess, though - she seems to be on her own plane of existence.

"...Hey," Some concern in her tone. "That's too—"

Before even finishing her sentence, she pushes the hand away, ultimately moving the marshmallow further away from the fire.
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[personal profile] fakers 2018-05-16 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't exactly a one-for-one trade. For now... good will is enough.

[ okay, that's basically saying he's doing this for free, but at least it sort of sounds like he isn't? who knows, the point is he isn't being nice. this is all calculated. somehow. ]

Interest? Don't flatter yourself. Call it... professional courtesy. [ there's no way to know this servant's class by appearance alone - it isn't as if he's carrying a bow with him or anything - but something about him makes it obvious he's a fellow archer all the same. ]

Regardless, I'm not a hero, so my origins hardly matter.
offtune: (#ceremonial blade —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-16 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she makes a sound that indicates frustration - perhaps from their situation, or because he is as useless as he looks. but she continues treading regardless - while having them work together is a pain, the extra pair of hands does help combat the power of the gusts.

zero doesn't pay too much attention to the happenings above, and instead focuses on sturdy patches of earth that she can cling to without slipping away - which is precisely why she would have missed the tumbling tree. it takes her by surprise, giving her no time to react properly - so, she braces for impact, squeezing her eyes shut.

and for a moment, she believes that the wind takes her away — but in fact, it was her counterpart. her shock dissolves into a mild look of irritation - though she is hardly able to maintain it. it's nice not breaking a leg over some dumb tree, she supposes... ]


Save it! We've got to keep going. [ she's following along - like it or not, they are a team right now, and he... isn't too bad, all things considered. ] It would have been easier if you left me, you know.
offtune: (#baraqiel —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-16 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's not like she didn't believe him - it's easy enough to disregard whatever nonsense that's coming out of his mouth until she actually sees it with her own (single) eye. ]

What if it isn't?

[ abandoned, she means. of course, she has her own way of dealing with things. surely the house would be available for usage if, say, the owners mysteriously disappears in the woods. either way, it's a rhetorical question; if there's a cabin ahead, then she's certain she wouldn't have to camp out again. ]

By the way, I've been wondering. [ she gestures toward her "good" hand; on the back of her palm is the command seal. ] Wanna remind me how this works again?
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[personal profile] baguablade 2018-05-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, someday Cain will get that heroic hand holding! Just wait and see! In the meantime, he uses his outstretched hand to gesture at the rift. ]

Shall we, then? Into the breach, together?
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[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing they're paying you is good enough for losing your —

[ it almost surprises her that she couldn't say innocence, mostly because there is a large part of her that feels that this good still regains much of it. perhaps they are treating her well? but then again, what whorehouse would treat their girls well - she's never heard of such a thing. ]

Nevermind. Suit yourself. [ she cants her head as she observes the girl. ] What do you call yourself?
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[personal profile] offtune 2018-05-17 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ as much as she doesn't want to acknowledge it, she does detect worry in her mannerisms and touch; feels the tentative loosening of her grip and the slow parting. she's felt this before. with mikhail, she remembers how hard it is to let go of the dying dragon, parting from the fleeting warmth of his body.

— which is a weird time to get sentimental. it beckons her to step away completely, creating more distance between them. and more importantly, to let the conversation divert them from the emotions. ]


Really... [ she sounds unconvinced, but she eventually gestures toward her hair. ] Ever thought about... I don't know, cutting your hair? [ pause. ] You ever do that?
Edited 2018-05-19 03:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ukase 2018-05-17 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He nudged her with she agreed with him about idiot boys. She had to, since he knew first hand how much of an idiot they could be, having grown up as one and hanging around a lot of them. He had all the facts when it came to young men and how they operated, and he saw nothing wrong with explaining what it was like to be a stupid boy who only wanted to follow around a pretty girl.

He snorted at her comment about Romanoff, thinking she knew better than most of them about that. Romanoff was good about appearing casual in most situations, but they always had an eye out for her since she could sniff out details with little prompting from them. It would have been a pity to have to try to kill her; he didn't think she would have the same kind of mercy as Rogers when push came to shove.]


It might have also been because she never allowed herself to build personal connections because she's been suspicious of everyone. That's not a way to live.

[He shrugged and settled down, aware that the evening was only going to get colder. There was also no point arguing on who took which watch. They would even out the time anyway, so he wasn't concerned.]

Sure, it's yours. Wake me if something shows up or the storm blows itself out.

[He nestled a little closer to be aware of any movements she might make, and he closed his eyes. When he set his mind to it, it wasn't difficult to fall asleep. He knew she would wake him after all.]
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[personal profile] fakers 2018-05-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Even if it's inhabited, we can ask that they allow us in until the storm passes. [ he understands that's not quite what she was asking, though. ] If they refuse... we'll just have to convince them.

[ he'll leave it at that, though what exactly convincing entails is more than open to interpretation. ]

The seals... [ he frowns slightly. he had explained it to her before, though not in any great depth. part of him wonders if he really should clarify for her again, though ultimately he decides it's better off she know - otherwise she might end up using one inadvertently. ]

They're a symbol of the bond between us. Each seal allows you to give me one absolute order, that cannot be refused. [ a shake of the head. ] Though once all three are gone... I don't think I need to explain the rest.
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[personal profile] baguablade 2018-05-17 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't worry, Cain's a gentleman! He's already shrugging out of his coat and dropping it over Rohan's head before he turns to go searching through the shrubbery for the abandoned clothing. ]

Yes, yes. You just stay there and try not to catch a cold.

[ Not to say that he can't find the whole thing hilarious while he helps. ]