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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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fisherwife: (He painted a swimsuit on me.)

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-10 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully no, Mipha is more than half Sidon's size. She's a small Zora for now. When will her growth spurt come??

Still, she IS taller than Krile, and will feel absolutely terrible over knocking her over
] Of course not! [Perish the thought!] I deeply apologize. If you're injured, allow me to heal you once we get to safety.

[Mipha winces at the hail impact, looking around until she spots what appears to be a little makeshift shelter, probably just to be used as a brief resting area for weary travelers. It's not terribly well-fortified and won't stop all the hail or anything, but it's better than nothing.] There! I believe we can make it!

[Mipha's not going to be rude and offer to carry Krile or anything, but she does gesture for her to go ahead] I'll try to block the wind as best I can to keep form knocking us over again.
diamondize: (drank all the drinks. And jump off roof)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-10 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good! [Dia rights the bottle, a little more than half still in it and looks relieved]

I wasn't sure what to really do, but... You looked like you were wilting, like a flower. [no homo] Are you alright now?
thetaintedsorrow: (Beautiful boy)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-04-10 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy, Chuuya is getting some serious secondhand embarrassment here, and that’s not easy to achieve for him.]

I can see why.

[But he can tell that Shell is mortified, and Chuuya feels the need to intervene to spare him anymore embarrassment. He turns to the crowd that had gathered, looking deadly serious for a 5’3 ginger.]

Oi. Buzz off. Nothing to see here. Don’t test me.

[A few of them simply snicker until Chuuya glows red, then they book it, looking concerned about what the hell Chuuya is about to do. Well, they back off as far as they can while stuck here, anyway.]

Dumbasses. Nothing better to do, I guess.
Edited 2018-04-10 15:15 (UTC)
diamondize: (I just blew my weed a kiss)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-10 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh? [The body they're carrying certain feels soft--comparatively speaking, since Meph is kinda boney--so doesn't that mean fragile?]

But, weren't you being tossed around by the wind...? [Did they misjudge the situation?? Still, they do at least put Mephisto down on the ground feet first, frowning at him in apparent confusion and concern]
insist: (77.)

3b ah how can i not

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-10 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A new illusion? Well, alright, these visions have been very fascinating so far. Everyone seems horrified by them, but Rohan actually appreciates the free glimpses into other peoples lives. It's like going to a cinema without having to pay the ticket. Of course, the showing in question just so happens to be a tremendous invasion of privacy.

But what is this now? He's never seen this young man before. Is he trying to tie himself up? ]
Am I peeking into the memories of an idiot? No, there's probably more to this ...

[ If there's anything that defines Rohan, it's his insatiable curiosity. When something unique is happening before his eyes, he's compelled to figure it out. ]

Oh! I've got it! Isn't this just a kink? Can't believe this wet dream is just out there for all to see ...

[ Though he doesn't actually want to watch a porno, he wants to see if this guy will succeed. He looks resolved, after all. That's why Rohan keeps watching, ah ... ]
vorrutyer: (oily but smug)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-10 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry?

[ By doesn't distrust Eggsy, exactly. He feels as though he does understand the fellow on some level - understands that he's decent, that he's harmless, that he's trustworthy in his odd proleish way. But By is paranoid when it comes even to the smallest things, especially when it comes to his sister, sleeping up in those pods.

So when he smiles, there's something rather predatory in it. Waiting for Eggsy to slip up, to let loose the slightest hint that he might try to exploit this little peek at Byerly's heart. ]


Have you done something you need to apologize for, young fellow?
reek: (pic#11770792)

[personal profile] reek 2018-04-10 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Theon shakes his head, physically trying to shake away the memory like a dog shakes water from its coat, but he freezes as the voice from his memory takes form in life.

He’s tried so hard to scrub it all away, to shape his memories to what Ramsay told him simply because it made sense. Ramsay wasn’t there, it was all Theon, Theon acted alone, Ramsay found him only in the end…but now he’s seen it play out a second time. That paired with Davos Seaworth’s story about Wex has left him lost yet again, unsure of where to turn and unsure of who to trust. He'd placed so much trust in Ramsay, and now it's begun to crumble.

He snaps his head up, knowing whose face he’ll be met with. He’s clearly shaken, but he has no answer for that question. He draws back, his hand going to the dagger at his belt. They both know he won’t use it, no matter how confused he may be.
]

When did you wake again?
diamondize: (I just blew my weed a kiss)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-10 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diamond sighs in relief (somehow, they don't really have lungs or anything but the sound is mimicked anyhow) an turns to face Ryoko, expression grateful]

Thank you so much...! I'm sure they meant well, but... [But hoo boy was that uncomfortable. Dia hopes they never see a piece of diamond jewelry again.

It's then Dia takes in the fact that she appears to be floating and makes a surprised noise, eyes going wide
] Are you--flying?! [How cool! How exciting!!] This place is full of neat things...!
pebblestone: official art (fe:a) (pic#11550774)

fork

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-04-10 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fred's not at all put off by the affection between man and (winged) horse. Rather, it reminds him of Sumia and her love for animals, especially her pegasus. He gives the man a smile, reaching out to do as bidden. ]

I prefer my own feet on the ground rather in the sky, but I have several companions who are more than fond of riding pegasi.

[ He gives the horse another good pet before stepping back, attention turning towards this newcomer. ]

Do you wish to own a pegasus of your own one day?

[ (It turns out the man was right; the pegasus is exceptionally soft.) ]
latkje: (lxxix.)

[personal profile] latkje 2018-04-10 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That was different. [ He turns his head this time, to look at Byerly. ] This would require… [ He shakes his head. ] I've never experienced it, personally.

[ Of course, this memory is the Storm's doing, not the Nathan's, but he doesn't know that. ]

I can close my eyes if you want, but that won't help with the… [ The music. Nash feels very terrible about being here, which is strange, because he has no qualms about stealing someone's letters, or eavesdropping on private conversations, or personal space or personal secrets, generally. ]
motivation: (【 144 】)

a fork in the road »

[personal profile] motivation 2018-04-10 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dutch lets herself be drawn into the circus of advertisements and bribes just long enough to get a bottle of something alcoholic, then she makes her way over to a quiet spot. more quiet, at least. the entire group of natives clamouring for attention is pretty loud.

at john's question, she shrugs. ]


Already made my choice months ago.

[ and even with everything that's happened since, she hasn't changed her mind. she still likes wyver better than olympia, with its lack of formal structures, with its emphasis on strength. it suits her better, even if she wonders sometimes if it doesn't make her worse. if it doesn't draw the monster out instead of keeping it in. but what would olympia change about that, without johnny? nothing. ]
inaurare: (Gentle)

Linneus | Teahouse

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-04-10 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
i) By the Campfire's Glow
[It had been Linneus intention to retreat back home, before it grew too dark to go. Not that it ever ended up that way, of course, and Linneus can hardly bring himself to mind. There is a sense of welcome, of camaraderie to the little encampment they have here, and while he is limited in what he can do (too much fetching and carrying is out), he does what he can. Right now it's blankets - blankets are important as the night chill settles in, and he offers one with a gentle touch to a shoulder, a smile-]

Come, we shan't want anyone catching a cold - it's a busy few days, getting everyone settled.

ii) Forgetting is so Long
[he steps into a garden.

Not the manicured lawns of the Teahouse, with its immaculately tended flowers but something humbler, a little wilder. The herbs and berries have long overgrown any rhyme or reason to their planting, mingling together here and there, but there is a woman navigating it all. She is dressed in lightly worn clothes, hair twisted up under a wide-brimmed sun-hat that shades her face as she plucks berries, leaves, flowers pops them into a little basket on her arm, singing the while. Occasionally, her hand strays up to her chest, to a little bundle there, steadying it and patting lightly while she sways with it a few moments, before returning to her work.

The work doesn't seem to stop, she never seems to heed him, and she seems to be everywhere he turns. And while it makes no sense with where Linneus just was, and where it is he was going... it's not such a bad place to be, really, even though he lightly reaches and snags his companion's sleeve, in a hushed voice-]


...I think I am hallucinating again.

[...yes, he did say 'again']

iii) By the Campfire's Glow... bonus round!
[perhaps Linneus wasn't able to come around to you, but his miniature ACP llama knows his habits well enough that she is taking it on herself to host to... mixed success, and a lot of despairing cries of "Lula!". Standing and talking? She'll be headbutting your leg until you start making your way to the food tables. Sitting by yourself? She'll be snagging a blanket and dragging it across the ground for you.

What? She's helping...]


iv) Wildcard/OOC
(for ii I'm up for stepping into other memories, but Linn has a rough month last month so please be gentle! Finally, if you're up for something I've not listed, hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] sooth and we'll work something out!
reek: (Default)

[personal profile] reek 2018-04-10 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In Theon’s mind, fathers are just like that. They beat their sons. Ned Stark was the rare father who didn’t. It isn’t the slap that wounded him so deeply, but the way his father belittled him, hurt his pride, and spoke to him as though he wasn’t his son at all.

Theon simply laughs again. He’s trying so hard to build up his walls once more, but they crumble around him each time. With every attempt at a smile, he collapses.
]

No.

[ He snaps, clearly agitated. His hands are shaking, he still hasn’t taken that deep breath, and he’s still searching for a place to run. ]

Ten years. I was--I was gone for ten years. He greeted me as he would greet a thrall.
insist: (68.)

yes it is very yaoi

[personal profile] insist 2018-04-10 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While Chuuya's opinion of Rohan may have soured a bit, Rohan's opinion of Chuuya hasn't, really. He's read the file, he knows the guy has quite a good personality, one worthy of crafting into an interesting anti-hero type. It's probably a good thing that Chuuya hadn't succeeded in kicking him the last time they met, or that would definitely be different (Rohan is very spiteful).

Naturally, he's taking the front seat because this is his adventure and he was here first! He doesn't actually know much about horse-riding beyond what he's read in books, but surely this will be fine, right? Before he whips the reigns, though, he stops and addresses something. ]


Not that it's my responsibility what happens to you, but you should hold onto my waist instead. That's usually how two people ride a horse, and I'm also taller than you.

[ So his shoulders are pretty high? Chuuya will fall off if they stay like this. Not that he cares or anything!!! Hmph. ]

-- Though, maybe you're so confident because of that ability. [ That ability he didn't have much time to delve further into. Pls confirm and tell him more. ]
panzersoldat: (2)

Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-04-10 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
By the Campfire's Glow
1 - Welcome to Camperlot
There is a distinct sound of a steam engine chugging along in the darkness towards the Southern Outpost. It's soft at first, but get louder and louder as the vehicle comes closer.

And what a strange vehicle it is. For it is a house as well. A mishmash of stairs and rooms stack on top of and beside each other. the back, nestled between belching smokestacks, a hastily painted flag, a golden griffon on a green backdrop. Under it, in bold blocky lettering, sit the words Die Crusader Stehen Wache.

The vehicle/house slows to a halt and it rocks a little for a moment as the large large man driving it leaves the steering room with it's ship's wheel to greet those who have arrived, to see who might need help, and to make sure no one gets hurt this time around.

Close Encounters
2 - Cows
The wind started to blow suddenly from a calm nothingness. And not just any wind. The gale is strong enough to actually shove Reinhardt onto his ass. He's struggling to stand back up from the force of the heavy wind. It's shameful, but he's totally crawling if he can't. "Hurry! We need to brace the tents."

Forgetting is so long
3 - Young and Proud - Feat Young Blond Reinhardt
The man who stands there is arrogantly proud. He primps and preens a little, waving one large hand towards the ladies trying to at least put some sort of makeup on him. He can see Balderich, so large and so wise, standing just out of the way of the hustle and bustle. Reinhardt is certain he can see a small and warm smile from his "king", a sparkle in his eye, a look that's fond and exasperated all at once.

"Reinhardt, just let the woman do her job."

Reinhardt laughs and waves her off again, tossing that silken mane of gold. "Her job? Slathering make up on me to make me presentable? Bah! If I am to really be on the posters, then the world should see me as I am. Not covered in powder. Besides, you know it should be YOU in this chair, old man! You are our King! It is yours that should be the glory!"

"Not so old that I don't know what I'm doing, you whelp." It's not said with any sort of malice. "This is for the people, Reinhardt, to give them hope. Now sit still and I'll pay for your beer later."

"You always pay for my beer anyway!!" He laughs uproariously and stands sweeping away from his chair.

"Where are you going! You have a shoot in three minutes, Reinhardt!"

"I'll be there. Don't worry. When have I ever let you down, old man? I just need to stretch my legs!" And thus Reinhardt is running off. Running off and straight into someone. That someone might even be you.

4 - A Lion's Pride
[ It's like watching a bunch of home movie slides.

Flash - Reinhardt standing in the hospital with a very very short bearded man. The man's wife lays comfortably in bed, holding a small squealing baby girl. Just 3 minutes old.

The woman slowly holds the baby for him to gently take, cradled, small and delicate in his arms. He looks down at the newborn with the softest look.]
Brigitte. Her name will be Brigitte.

[ Flash - Reinhardt sits on the sofa, taking up most of it. The tiny bearded man is there. His wife in the background. On his knee sits a girl that could be no more than five. She listens excitedly as he tells her a story.

Flash - It's been a few months since he buried Jack. Buried Gabriel. He misses them. Yes, even Reyes. Alone, he picks his way to one abandon warehouse just outside Gothenburg. He opens the door. Inside there sits an antique suit of Crusader's armor. 30 years old now, if not more. He reaches for it when he hears her. If he's taking up the hammer again, she's coming with him.

Flash - They are crammed into his transport, eating currywurst and laughing, watching the rain fall around them.

Flash - Like a true squire, she asks him to start training her. He does.

Flash - He helps her put on the suit of armor she made for herself. He's never been so proud.

The Best Of Brigitte Lindholm ends there, with Reinhardt, standing there, watching, a small glittering moisture in his good eye as she goes off to do battle. ]


[ He then turns to realize he's not been alone. He's not ashamed though, of his emotions. Instead, he just smiles, a truly proud and happy smile. ] She's already so much stronger than me, don't you agree?

Wildcard
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doomedtheworld: (pic#12214133)

Re: QUESTIONS

[personal profile] doomedtheworld 2018-04-10 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Just kind of a general thing but is it acceptable for a character with a thieving background to handwave off doing some "shopping"? No major heists or anything just cutting some purses or making off with a piece of jewelry or two to justify having some coin on hand?
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-10 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
With what? The agony of listening to my missed notes?

[ Which is disingenuous, perhaps. He does, of course, consider the possibility of being furious and humiliated over this loss of privacy, this invasion of his mind. But, well - He isn't humiliated by the filth and the clutter, because that was his useless father's doing; it's something to feel angry over, not humiliated. He feels a little flustered by how silly he looks, grinning like that, but everyone was a child once. And, sarcasm aside, he played damn well; he and Nadine really did make the best musical duo.

So he decides - no. He's not going to be furious over this little invasion. He's suffered far worse indignities. ]


It's all right, Nash. Don't act like you walked in on a memory of me taking a shit.
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] down)

By Campfire's Glow

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-04-10 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You may.

[Venom was lost in his own little world as he stared at the fire. He's seen this so many times he's practically a seasoned veteran, helping newcomers the best he can. The storm seems more ominous than normal, but that just might be his cautious side talking.

He moves aside a bit more to give the other some more room.]


How are you faring, Miss?
latkje: (lxli.)

[personal profile] latkje 2018-04-10 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
But you aren't missing any notes.

[ He had music lessons, too— Nash had lessons for everything. But that tutor resented the hours spent away from the Conservatory with a pupil of no particular talent, no matter how Father was paying him, and even then Nash had never been inspired to surpass the expectations of others. He only remembers how to play a few scales, now.

But he's still a gifted listener. ]


Can we—? [ He takes a step forward. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (Default)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-04-10 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[This poor boy. Only just a boy now, not a young man, and it breaks her heart.]

I don't understand how a father could look at his son like that. [And yet Theon still wanted that acceptance. That didn't turn out well, did it? Claire tries to reach for one of his hands in an attempt to comfort him, or at the very least remind him where he is.]

You didn't deserve any of that. You know it, don't you?
fiendennor: (53)

this works for me!

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-04-10 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The shout definitely catches someone's attention.

That someone being the snakes. As she gets closer, Haru can see that there's not just one snake constricting the figure, but two; one uncoils with an audible hiss, and starts slithering her way.

They're large snakes, almost unnaturally so-- about the size of a large python, though their head is shaped much more like a viper or other venomous snake. In fact, as the one coursing towards Haru, now coiled around the other end of the vine bridge to block her passage, opens its mouth, she can see two large fangs.

Still, now that it's only one snake constricting the person, it's much easier to see who it is. That head of wavy blonde and green hair is pretty distinctive, too; Diana seems conscious, but barely so. Having half of the pressure removed stirs up renewed struggling to break free on her part, but the snake is very strong.]
vorrutyer: (hmmmmm not bad)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2018-04-10 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Can we...?

[ His voice is a little mocking. Safety in self-deprecation, safety is sarcasm. ]

Stop that horrible racket I'm making? No, I don't think so.

[ He turns around and squats down, flicking his forefinger at a little accumulation of dust in a corner. It remains unmoved, unaffected. ]

It seems there's no way to intervene in this memory. Which really is a pity; I'd like to give my younger self a few pieces of advice on how to wear his hair.
baguablade: (24)

fork in the road

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-04-10 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, with an invitation like that... how can Cain resist? ]

Since you're offering, don't mind if I do!

[ Cain means to just be friendly — it's just a winged horse, there's nothing much special about that&mdahs; okay, who is he kidding, it's a pegasus, and he finally gets to see one up close, this is just about the coolest thing ever. He doesn't bother to stand on ceremony, or even dignity, just immediately leans in and starts petting the horse's neck. ]

Ahhhh— You're so soft! What a good boy, I want to cuddle you forever!

[ And quickly devolves into hugging the horse, his face pressed up against the horse's mane just as Katsura's had been. ]
latkje: (xv.)

[personal profile] latkje 2018-04-10 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nash runs a hand through his own hair, suddenly and uncomfortably cognizant of the fact that he hasn't changed it since he was like twelve. ]

Then how do we get out?
quintessent: (their king to the fray)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-04-10 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I will be fine.

[Her voice comes out as a resigned sigh, gratefully taking the offered spot as she presses soaking hair out of her face. The pity party is short lived, and she casts a critical eye at the world around them. Outside of the immediate twenty feet, the sky looks clear, although there are distant patches of precipitation in the distance, moving at a steady pace. She has yet to notice that he's blissfully dry despite the downpour.

The wind picks up, bringing with it a sudden chill where it had been balmy only moments before.
]

That's a relief to know, but I wonder what could be causing an anomaly like this.

[She's been to a lot of planets, and while many have weather patterns unfamiliar to the one she grew up with on Altea, this planet's weather seemed... unsustainable to say the least.]