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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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summertimeblues: (065)

Cowt there, actually can you drop? this pun has erased all of your redeeming qualities

[personal profile] summertimeblues 2018-04-11 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Likewise, Richie had been out for a nature walk and pacifying smoke. What do you think folks? How miserable is miserable when you just get your cig lit and heaven sends a torrent of rain down as a scolding from Dr. God? Richie swears and loses the whole stick to the grass. It's turning into mud in a big hurry, so he doesn't bother trying to scoop it up. Yeah yeah, he's disrupting the sanctity of nature with his litter, but if he doesn't split quick he's either going to come down with pneumonia or just plain drown.

Richie hitches his jacket over his head and starts navigating his way back to camp. He might have to beg for sanctuary when he gets there, his tent was somewheres on the opposite end of the settlement and he'd rather get dry quicker than try to shimmy all the way over.

As he zigzags through the underbrush, he hears someone. It's distant, muffled by the rain, but the electric zip that goes through his spine at the sound comes through loud and clear. He stops short. His eyes are wide under the bleak shadow of his suspended jacket. The wet is soaking through already, he can feel it against his arms.

But he'd heard...

Richie moves forward. Could be one of those errant memory things floating on by. Could be, could be, but he wouldn't know unless he looks.

His figure is slight and perhaps easily lost among the trees, but his feet crunch twigs, splash through puddles. His presence should be secret to no one as he follows the rough direction of that shout.

His heart pounds all the while. Can't be, won't be, shouldn't be...]
fisherwife: (He painted a swimsuit on me.)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-11 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm beginning to suspect you just get a kick out of scaring me. [ONLY JUST NOW BEGINNING TO SUSPECT THAT, MIPHA...REALLY...

But his comment does have her looking at him, quite serious, because while she suspects he might know it already, it's one of those important things that seems much more concrete when stated out loud.
] I trust you with my life, Mephisto.

[Mipha looks away though in confusion at the sudden change. Looking behind the Ruta doesn't see to be in the same spot either, but the beast is still calm, a glowing red beam shooting from it to somewhere in the distance. From the angle, Mipha would guess the castle.]

We're still here, so it at least didn't break the illusion...I think. [She's not exactly an illusion specialist or anything] Although this does seem a little familiar. [The beam from Ruta is definitely making her a bit uneasy with it familiarity, but maaaaybe it's not what she thinks. Maybe. Hopefully.]
daemonized: (10)

A

[personal profile] daemonized 2018-04-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It smells like destruction, is Ardyn’s first thought.

The smoke is oily, and it reminds him of Niflheim; their mechanical creations that added to the might of their army, the groan of metal against metal, the robotic way the magitek troopers moved in their formations. The hum of drop ships and the scent of the ozone as they drifted through the sky. But this is different, what he sees. These are the corpses of great airships, the dead shells of armored suits. And there’s more than that, something far more easily broken than clockwork and steel. Children, dotting the landscape. Bloodied and still.

It smells like war. He knows it well; he stood at the helm of one, a mighty nation clashing into the other to leave it battered and dying. This is something that settles familiar in him, reminding him of the fall of Insomnia. Reminding him of the darkness that overcame the capital city, years later.

The crunch of dirt underfoot, as Ardyn steps forward next to X’rhun. He spots another — a younger one, it would seem — slinking in the shadows at a distance.]


Do I seem like the squeamish sort?
adelphoi: (🍰 ʟᴇʙᴋᴜᴄʜᴇɴ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-04-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she can appreciate that. the whole avoiding conversation thing. generally speaking, she does the same more often than not; alisaie is not much of a.. people person. she likes them well enough, but interacting with them is a different story.

still, she knows who it is who sits beside her, someone she's going to need to get to know rather well, and besides, this is the first she's been out doing something useful in weeks. she's in a good mood. ]


I have some chocolate, but no crackers. Why?

[ prompto hasn't taught her about smores.. ]
verflair: (003)

b!

[personal profile] verflair 2018-04-11 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ X’rhun hasn’t honestly been paying the man across the fire from him much mind, content to let the evening wile away in silence – but the silence he gets is so much more than expected. To his sensitive miqo’te ears, the sudden loss of ambient noise is thunderous, and it has him sitting upright before the stranger even speaks. ]

My friend, you’ve a skill for the obvious.

[ It comes out lightly, but the tone of his voice sits at odds with his expression, alert and serious as he, too, rises to his feet. One gloved hand comes to rest on the hilt of the rapier at his hip. ]

… The fire is looping, correct? Or has my old age finally caught up to me?
motivation: (【 NINETY-SIX 】)

[personal profile] motivation 2018-04-11 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yeah, that’s entirely inevitable. dutch’s preferred method for dealing with that sort of thing is not giving a shit. most of the time she even manages to convince herself she really doesn’t. ]

My opinion’s that whiskey is better.
vorrutyer: (the vorish sideeye)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By takes in the ferocityof Dorian's reaction with a sideways glance. ]

Would you? It seems like a rational reaction to me. When faced with how dreadful the world is, why wouldn't you just go to bed with a headache?
verflair: (007)

[personal profile] verflair 2018-04-11 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It would be Ardyn, here to witness this betrayal. A tale he told once in the midst of a grand gala and dancing, made flesh before their very eyes. ]

No, I suppose not.

You recall my story, yes? About the fate of my comrades?
adelphoi: (🍰 ɢɪɴɢᴇʀ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-04-11 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ peeved is certainly a word for it. sorey's rescue is.. kind of useless, but he's a good boy and he's trying, so i mean, that counts for something. she's crabby, but it is not directed toward him, assuredly. ]

Oh, it was.

[ she answers, sharply, shooting a glare behind her. ]

I suppose I should go and catch it.

[personal profile] judicia 2018-04-11 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the Circle.

( It's stated matter of factly, though not without a trace of bitterness. Anders hated the place. He still hates it, even now, looking over the memory and watching the templars usher the apprentices back inside. )

It's the place where they locked up all the mages. Those people there, ( He gestures toward the men and women in plate armor. ) They're the mage hunters.
baguablade: (41)

sheppard being shepherded

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-04-11 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha ha... [ It's a pretty fake laugh, the smile on Cain's face almost more a wince, but in retrospect, Cain was kind of asking for a question like that, wasn't he? Still, the bandages are better than showing off the scars beneath them and inviting even worse questions. ] Unfortunately, the hurt and torture he's talking about hasn't been so metaphorical...

[ Not exactly the best news to offer to someone newly come to the planet — and this must be one of the new arrivals if he has to ask what's happened to Cain instead of being able to guess himself — when he's already got the destruction of his own world to deal with. But hiding it would be worse, would just leave it as a danger for someone unaware to go blundering into. The world they've found sanctuary on isn't without its own dangers, and all the refugees need to know that, for their own good.

He lowers his voice, cants his head in a little so none of the natives in the crowd will overhear. The last thing they need is for the Orbiters to take offense to them being less than circumspect.
]

The natives have their own conflicts. There's a few factions who want to see the current rulers overthrown, and they decided kidnapping refugees was a good a way as any to cause a little civil unrest.
daemonized: (05)

[personal profile] daemonized 2018-04-11 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I do.

[Stories of betrayal resonate with Ardyn, and will remain with him for a long time. Even in passing. He did not forget X’rhun’s so easily.]

Is this what I’m witnessing, then?
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴍᴀʀsʜᴍᴀʟʟᴏᴡ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-04-11 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she'd really rather krile eat before fussing over her, but arguing the point would be a lost cause, and alisaie isn't much of a nagger at heart. so she relents with a shrug. ]

If you insist.

[ she draws up her leg, and it's clear that the damage was.. extensive, the burn extending the full length of her leg from ankle to hip. it has more or less fully healed, however - the skin has knitted, the open wounds have closed, the scar tissue left behind still red and fresh, twisted and unsightly. but she's made her peace with the fact that her leg is going to look like overcooked pizza for the rest of her life. ]
summertimeblues: (052)

i!!

[personal profile] summertimeblues 2018-04-11 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[The girl he'd wandered too close to is one of those folks riding the line of human enough and unnatural absurdity. The hair is one thing, silver is at least a color that belongs on a human head (albeit only once your face has started to sag, too), but the ears and the glimmers dotting each side of her cheek blink at him like flashing traffic lights. Proceed with caution, falling rocks or merging lanes, avalanches, deer crossing.

What was the warning for this one?

Richie pulls the cigarette from his mouth when she asks him something. Coming a little too close in his wandering, sussing out the newbies. She's polite. Sounds young. Sounds confused, too. He cants his head and bends his knees a little, examining the food.]


Depends, kiddo. What's the scent?
verflair: (007)

[personal profile] verflair 2018-04-11 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Your grandfather? But I thought…

[ He knows enough to know that the man is no longer among the living – and has not been for some time – so the confusion is apparent on his face as his gaze flicks from the real, present-day Alisaie at his side to the past specters of her and her brother, and the man he now knows as their grandsire. ]

What is this place? What happened?
flashystyle: (that also satisfies STACIA'S)

[personal profile] flashystyle 2018-04-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It's different when you're responsible for someone.

[He sneers away from Byerly and the children, up towards the ceiling.]

You're supposed to want what you couldn't have for them. Encourage them. Just be there, even if you can't change anything. Maker knows hardly anyone does, but that's how it should be.
inaurare: (Glancing)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-04-11 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Mages...

[magic is relatively commonplace now, or the technology of the Natha that might as well be magic. But it is still a strange and fascinating subject to Linneus, given that there was no magic in his own world.

Still, though. These skinny children are not quite what comes to mind with the word "mage"]


Is that you, the one wading?

[escaping]
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-04-11 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's fun! they're such a nice texture.. ]

You do not have to, but I prefer them better that way.

[ nice and warm and gooey. alisaie lifts another stick and snaps its edge to a fine point, offering it forward. ]

Give it a try.
verflair: (053)

[personal profile] verflair 2018-04-11 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You will be, once my patrol is finished.

[ His younger self has a bit of a way to go yet, delayed by a body among a pile of rubble, a soldier of Ala Mhigo, clad in a charred uniform of earthy greens and browns. X’rhun of the past kneels over the still form, looks it over for some sort of identifying information, and finding none, takes a moment to offer a small prayer for a fallen brother.

Even now, X’rhun remembers the man’s face. ]


For whatever it may be worth, welcome to my homeland.
baguablade: (41)

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-04-11 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look, Percy needs to dress like a peacock, and Cain has learned to accept that about him as an endearing character quirk, there's no need to drag him into this. ]

Er. Perhaps you should begin and show me how it's done? [ All around him are familiar faces, worn out places... It's a mad world in Gucci... And so many avant garde pieces of fashion that he just doesn't know where to begin. Help him, Rohan wan Kenobi. You're his only hope! ] Since I didn't realize it was the store, after all.

[ Surely this can't really be something he's expected to try on... ]

[personal profile] judicia 2018-04-11 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( Anders is probably feeling Justice's disapproval twofold, but even that doesn't seem to be enough to stop him. He keeps moving toward the elf, not even bothering to look over his shoulder when he responds, )

Why do we have to leave? It's not like that desire demon is going to come after us.

( It's just a memory, after all. And there are far too many interesting things to see here. )
baguablade: (96)

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-04-11 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I doubt it. The Olympians are quite protective of the herds.

[ Sorry to be the bearer of bad news... Except not that sorry, because Cain's still got his face smushed against the pegasus's neck with no sign that he's going to be moving anytime soon. In fact, if anything, it looks kind of like Cain's going to just... stand there and maybe doze off... This is an awfully fluffy soft pegasus. ]

They're very well trained, though, since they're used even as royal mounts.
vorrutyer: (nose in the air)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-11 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Speaking from experience?
winecasks: (pic#10819774)

I DO KNOW

[personal profile] winecasks 2018-04-11 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It may be viewed as a strange friendship, but Grantaire welcomes it with open arms. Friendship is his lifeblood, more important to him than wine or the Greek mythology he likes to speak about at length. He lacks Enjolras’ passion, so he lacks Enjolras’ judgment where another person’s political beliefs or social standing are concerned. Who they were before arriving here makes no difference to him, so long as they get along well.

He gets along well with Loras, so a visit is not unwelcome or entirely unexpected. He just hadn’t expected Loras to visit at this exact moment. The memories have been playing throughout the day, and Grantaire wishes he had some cynical explanation for them, but he hasn’t bothered to create one. He’s happy to see these moments again, happy to see his friends with smiles on their faces and fire in their eyes.

It’s clearly a little more off-putting for other people to see you die, though. When he becomes aware that Loras has seen it as well, he places a gentle hand on his shoulder, smiling reassuringly.
]

It’s nothing to be concerned with.

[ He’s clearly not concerned. To some, death is cruel, but to Grantaire, it had been sweet. The gunfire couldn’t have startled him, so long as Enjolras is still in the room when the memory fades. ]

It happened before. We never even saw the Storm. If I had been expecting you, I would have tried to spare you my reminiscing. Are you alright?
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2018-04-11 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
A marshmallow.

[ she knows, it looks a little strange. alisaie's world is ye oldey too, but prompto has made it his mission to introduce her to all sorts of weird """modern""" foods, and alisaie's sweet tooth is legendary. ]

Decent enough on its own, better roasted to perfection.

[ like her own. ahh, it's toasted to a golden hue, so soft and perfectly gooey. ]