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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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beknight: ([ bvs ] 69.)

na na na na na na Batman :>

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-12 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce eyes the hand, then shakes it briskly, briefly. No need to get friendly when there's a problem that needs solving, and he is always especially dodgy around anyone who treats his succinctness as something of a challenge.

Which seem to be an awful lot of people, which further annoys him.

'Do you know these woods well?' he asks, immediately.
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] amiable)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-04-12 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
As it tends to be for our newer guests.

[He's probably coming off as a grizzled old man, almost pulling a "back in my day" spiel on her.]

For what it's worth, welcome. My name is Venom, and I've lived here for quite a while.

[Ten months, the last time he checked. He holds his hand out for a shake.]
constellationy: (oo4)

[personal profile] constellationy 2018-04-12 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Riding on that contraption he has is much preferred over ... hiking. And needing someone to come with her, gosh does she dislike talking to people overmuch. It'll guarantee her being stuck with someone who might possibly talk a lot for a long period of time. At least the bike seems faster.
So ... she'll go ahead and ask. ]


... Can I have a ride? [ A pause. ] Walking is a pain.

[ Especially if it's as far as it sounds. ]
diamondize: (drank all the drinks. And jump off roof)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-12 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm... [Dia makes a mildly uncomfortable, uncertain noise; as it is the women hawking the bracelets have moved onto another unsuspecting soul while Waver and Dia talk.] I know that's probably true, but...

[They looks suddenly a little sheepish] Sorry. You're being really kind and I'm just being difficult-- This is probably kind of strange to you, isn't it? I just can't help but feel bad for them, but I guess it's nice to know there's diamond pieces readily available like this.
thunderblight: (☀ 34)

[personal profile] thunderblight 2018-04-12 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh damn. Jumpy little bastard, isn't he?
Urbosa consciously keeps her body language loose and relaxed, a pleasant smile on her face entirely at odds with the supremely amused glint in her eyes. If nothing else, that was certainly entertaining.

"Magic can be rare, where I'm from. With enough focus and discipline, one learns to pick up the occasional trick here and there with practice."

Not that he needs to be privy to all the stories she has about misfires and accuracy issues that needed to be ironed out over many years.
But rather than rub in the fact he's apparently deathly frightened of thunder and lightning, she offers a proverbial olive branch:

"I'm afraid my particular skills aren't much good on very small, delicate things. Yours would fare much better."
baldesion: (not at all impressed)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-04-12 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Until the memory ends, Krile remains as still and silent as possible. Out of respect for Louisoix, yes, but in deference to Alisaie's pain as well. If this was her grandfather, her chance to hear his last words one last time...she would want that same courtesy. Krile is a bit too practical to cling to unfounded hopes, but recent discoveries had left her wondering-

And now it is a shambles. Lost. Probably forever. And so she too must return to no longer grasping at the fringes of possibility.

Only when the air clears does she clear her throat to match it.]


Neither of you saw fit to send word of this back to the mainland.

[Or she would know. There are precious few true secrets in a city of questions.]
thetaintedsorrow: (Default)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-12 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Not far. It’ll only take a day if you stop to rest.

[Now that they’re out in the sunlight, Chuuya wonders if Shell is uncomfortable at all. Reign hadn’t been all that affected from it as Chuuya recalls, but that doesn’t mean that Shell won’t be.]

You want me to show you the shortest way to get there?
devilcalling: (laughs nervously →)

1/2

[personal profile] devilcalling 2018-04-12 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the thanks and how earnest the accompanying expression that earns one, two honest blinks from Ryoko, who rubs at the back of her head in turning her eyes to Diamond with a short little laugh and a -- ]

Don't mention it! I just happened be passing by, that's all. [ It's not technically a lie, okay? ]
steponme: look, shock, blush (♩ Took to me)

[personal profile] steponme 2018-04-12 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Why is she floating?? And why is she laughing so much?? Everything is weird and horrible and Shell has no idea what to do about this.]

S-Stop laughing!! It's not that funny!
devilcalling: (merry chrysler →)

2/2

[personal profile] devilcalling 2018-04-12 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ That surprised noise sees her pause only to relax as she observes Diamond. This rock person sure seems earnest and there's something about the question that teases a little more honesty in expression out of her. ]

Neat, huh? [ Is that a compliment? It is being taken as a compliment. ] I take it people can't fly where you're from?
poolhall_killer: (guild leader)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-04-12 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Venom's very confused. But then he recalls Justice being a spirit, and that he might have taken hold of his child for some reason.

When the fire spreads, Venom can't help trying to shield her, not caring that it's just a memory. "You'll be all right..." He tries to tell her, worried for the girl's safety.

"Justice... what happened here..."
sparsity: (pic#11310730)

decisions

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-12 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ This isn't for him. Mikazuki probably looks... very vaguely concerned, because he knows dragon's blood and other assorted weird things that people will act like fools over, but he's content enough to be on his way before he's stopped. Discerning, Mikazuki's gaze rises and then quickly levels again. ]

Pass. This sort of thing is for you.
thetaintedsorrow: (:3)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-12 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
I don’t doubt it.

[I mean he’s like part shark; it only makes sense that he’d be an excellent swimmer. Plus, the way he’d cut through the water like a speedboat leads Chuuya to believe that he’s telling the truth.]

That so?

[There’s something in the way that Sidon looks at him as he gives Chuuya a once-over that makes him feel much like he’s being sized up. It’s not a bad feeling, not when Chuuya is such a preening peacock.]

Over the network, yes. I’m Chuuya.
baldesion: (a bit worried)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-04-12 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. This is unusual. It is his memory but he...is this child, then? He seems just as uncertain about it as Krile is, all told. The smile does not fade.]

You were a good deal bigger. [If asked, she would admit she prefers him at this size. The chance to look someone in the eye without any inconvenience whatsoever is about to become nonexistent.]

This is no dream, or not wholly one. It is something you remember. Because of that, I believe it cannot be changed.

[And at once, the probable truth about his search and his certainty converge in Krile's thoughts.]

When you said it had been a century, I thought it indicative of the long lifespan of your people. [Up on the station, he was earnest and determined; here he is still those things, but also sad. The sense of grief is all over this memory even without help.] But it is also the measure of your sorrow.

[She looks at him, clearly intending a silent 'is it not?']

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-04-12 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ava nods, and after she's caught her breath, wallowed in the feeling for a moment, she moves down the alley.

Ava doesn't quite know what night this is, at first. It's the alley behind the soup kitchen, and Sana and she used to climb the fire escape and talk, watching and listening to the city. It's admittedly not a particularly attractive place. There's an overstuffed dumpster, the paint on the fire escape is peeling and it's rusted in places, there are rats, skittering and screeching.

And there's a girl. She's in the rain without a coat, curled up on the ground against the dumpster. She's painfully thin, brown eyes flat and dull, red hair wet with the rain, and there's a duffle bag that she holds onto like a lifeline. Scrawny, starved, desperate and like exhaustion was wearing on the last shred of herself. The rats scuttle around her in the dark, hard to see save for the way their small bodies make the shadows shift.

One look at her younger self, and Ava knows exactly what night this is. She stands there, a little awkwardly, hands fidgeting. It wasn't a side of her she talked about much. On the run, how she'd been too scared of the people chasing her to make sure she had enough to eat, and her metabolism made that hard to begin with. How Sana had saved her.

She looks at Bruce, trying to gauge his reaction, but he's hard for her to read, so instead she looks to the door that empties into the alley, already knowing how this goes. She feels like she should say something, but they both know how exposed she is here. Words can't negate that.]
baldesion: (this needs explaining)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-04-12 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
No trouble, but you've not given near enough credit to his enthusiasm.

[She has known a few people who could shout without shouting. None of them were so cheerful about it.

Hail bounces off of stones and the top of the tent, clicking away all around them.]


From the fervor with which he searched for you, I must say I am shocked not to find him at your side.
icingonthecake: (little smile)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-12 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, he's not usually so skittish, but once you've been on the receiving end of Larxene's particular brand of electroshock therapy, you definitely don't appreciate lightning the same way you used to. Thunderstorms are still fun to watch, but once you've been struck by lightning a few times, you really start to wish it wouldn't strike the same place twice anymore.

Axel grins a bit. Yeah, he knows all too well just how much focus, discipline, and practice magic can take. Don't ask him how many times he burned his eyebrows off, he won't be honest. He gives a bit of a laugh and waves a hand.

"Big guns have their place just as well," he says, seeing the olive branch and raising a few leaves. "Lightning and fire aren't so different, at the end of the day--one begets the other, and so on." He glances up at her again, eyebrows lifted. "So is lightning your element of choice?" he asks. "Or just what the needs of the operation called for in the moment?"

Despite the somewhat rocky start to the conversation, he is genuinely interested in hearing about how magic works on other worlds.
baldesion: (making certain)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-04-12 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Most probably I'll be going with those I already know, wherever that may be.

[She believes they live in Wyver, or most of them do. Not that she is thrilled with that knowledge, as Wyver seems the more barbaric of the two choices, as well as rather...lacking in places to poke about for information, comparatively.

Is there ever an end to the ebbing tide of "nothing will be the same again"?]


What I do suggest is ignoring the bribery and flattery, and choose what will best serve your needs.
thetaintedsorrow: (On top)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-12 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[To be fair, the most Chuuya would do if Kaden shook is grumble and gripe.]

Chewie???

[What is this, Star Wars?? Chuuya huffs at the nickname, maybe kind of looking at that fluffy tail and wishing he could pet it.]

Chuuya. [HUMPH.] And you’re Kaden, right?
beknight: ([ bvs ] 87.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-12 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ They both know how exposed she is here. Bruce isn't the person to look away, to do someone the courtesy of pretending he doesn't see as much as he does. He skirts around her, moves forward. She's younger, in the memory. He wouldn't say more than fifteen, and this is an alley like the alley he found Jason in. It's not particularly attractive. But it holds a kind of charm, fonder now that places like this are lost to them. ]

[ He looks up, like he's waiting for something, then back at her. ]

How old are you, here?
inaurare: (Yes?)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-04-12 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
They brought you back?

[watching the scene with a light furrow in his brow. There is a thread of similarity here, though Linneus had not known his own cage to be one - not for years. There are much fewer escape attempts made when one considers the cage their home.]

I suppose no captor would reward their captive getting away, whatever pains were taken...

[looking to his companion a moment, hesitant-]

Might I ask why they locked the mages away, or am I prying?
devilcalling: (but wait → there's MORE)

[personal profile] devilcalling 2018-04-12 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ She stops and slowly turns her head to look at the adult Shell. She turns her gaze to his flopping younger counterpart, then back to him and -- yeah, she's just going to teleport in front of him and peer into his face. There's no helping the upturn of her mouth or that look in her eyes. ]

It's not? [ Shell, stop lying to yourself, honey. Also, she's still laughing at you with her face. ]
seagoing: (pic#8771934)

[personal profile] seagoing 2018-04-12 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Not nearly as much as he probably would have liked to.

[It's not entirely surprising to find him here, and Isabela just figures it was related to him truly being a spirit. The bigger question lies in why she's thinking of this night of all nights, which has her feeling sort of conflicted.

Part of it comes from the whole night being sort of a sore spot after a year long buildup of dealing with nights locked in a room alone, of having nothing but books for company, of wine being the only way to tolerate how Luis had talked down to her in front of their guests. Another is she's sure she knows how bad this looks, setting her husband up for murder and running away before his blood has time to cool. She likes Justice, but she figures being who he is he'd condemn her for the crime easily without hearing her out. Likely anyone with better morals than she had ought to anyway.

So she's defensive, yet curious when he doesn't.]


Would you believe me that if this hadn't happened things would have been far worse? [She gives him a contemplative look for a moment, before turning to brush her hands over trinkets she'd left behind.] He had...plans for me.
icingonthecake: (who put that there?)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-12 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Axel gives a bit of a start at the name. Especially with Sora knowing that his name used to be Lea once upon a time, this guy unexpectedly sharing the name catches him off-guard. He recovers in record time.

"Ren it is," he says, and then watches him pull a little knife out of his boot. "Ooh, handy. That ain't a bad idea. At least then maybe we can figure out where we wind up... backtracking, or whatever." So far he's been pretty sure he's just been walking in a straight line, but something apparently circles back somewhere. "Let's see if it works, then," he says, stepping aside to let Ren move up to the nearest tree. "'Cause I dunno about you, but I'm feeling more indoorsy today."
thetaintedsorrow: (On top)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-12 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Cuuuuuuuute. Purring kitties are a blessing, even talking ones.]

Distortion?

[Chuuya didn’t exactly bring anything to mark the ground with, but he can use his ability to make himself much heavier and leave obvious footprints in the dirt.]

Let’s see if this works.

[Chuuya glows with a red aura as he increases his weight tenfold and leaves indentations in the earth.]

How’s that?