❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ When she almost jumps out of her skin Peter raises both hands in a placating sort of gesture, one that says, “Whoa there, don’t punch me.”

But she calms down without his input, and he lowers his hands when she addresses him properly. He’s still watching her face even as she lifts up the pages, his own expression caught somewhere between puzzled and pensive, but he looks at the parchment in her hands, covered in writing. ]

Really?

[ And he sounds more curious than concerned. Sorry, Diana. ]

Are you sure?

[willrevile]

[ It's very possible they're talking about different shuttles, but Jim's skeptical of taking Natha tech out right now anyway - there must be some kind of threat looming, and their shuttles went down versus projectiles launched by the 'low tech' cities dirtside. If they need to send out a scout, it'll have to be unmanned, or one of the kids with the giant robots. ]

Sometimes the Natha grant requests, and some refugees have requested spacecraft. Did you attend the coalition meeting? [ Because while Jim's not sure if Duo's cool with offhandedly talking about Deathscythe (which Jim just! learned about!! blueballin' him, man), Mika had Barbatos parked outside the South Outpost all day. Hard to miss.

And then, he tilts his head to consider the implications of what Clark's saying. ]

Do you mean, you have inherent abilities that shouldn't be working in this environment, but the Natha are granting you their continued use?

[willrevile]

Yeah, exactly. The last time a crew member got turned into something weird in a transporter accident, it lasted a month.

[ A month!! He doesn't have that kind of time, Duo. ]

-- Are you? [ Ugh the Gundams are so cool. >:( ] Just check the exterior as you can, for damage or unusual points of exit, I suppose. Or .. any Natha.

[ The vacuum of space preserves bodies pretty well. What a thought. ]

[constellationy]

[ The fact that he's not leaving, at least, is a comfort. Being left like this would require much more effort than getting his attention. She'd be so small, and it'd take so long to walk back to town and all ...

But gosh, he feels like he could crush her at any moment. He's so big and so ... movey. He's moving a lot and getting really close to her!!! Though his fingers bumping into her are actually a good thing, because when they do, she silently grabs onto one. Seeing as talking is a pain and he won't hear it anyway, she'll just ... do this much.

Please notice her on your finger, large man. (She doesn't want to have to hold on for too long, she's not strong enough for that.) ]

Terra | Khalo/Thesa OTA + Group A

[earthy]

I. CALM BEFORE THE STORM (KHALO VILLAGE) ―

― I-a. The Heart (and very naked bodies) of Khalo
[Terra's just been exploring Khalo since he made it into the village, familiarizing himself with the layout of the place and learning a little about the secluded people who live here.

In his wanderings, he finds the pond called Crescent.

(He can't believe it, it's so much worse than that one bra encounter he had so many months ago...)

Terra comes very close to beating a hasty retreat from the pond. Except he hasn't had a proper bath in... well, he can't remember the last time he had a proper bath, really... and the water looks so clean and inviting...

Reluctantly, he shuffles away. Equally reluctantly, he returns a short while later, wearing swimming trunks. And with a black strip of fabric tied over his eyes.

Some foreigners have stranger sensibilities than others, it seems.

Pardon him, excuse him, he is sneaking quick peeks at the ground on his way to the water to try and avoid running into anyone, but... he really can't see a darned thing here.]

― I-b. Dragon Tales
[Terra's never been much of a bookworm (a good sparring session is way more satisfying than getting stuck reading some musty old tome about the history of magic use or whatever), but he recognizes the value of a big library full of information. There might be all sorts of useful things to learn in these books and scrolls.

Also, the enchanted quills are neat. Was a powerful Khali sorcerer responsible for their creation? Something to ask one of the Khali sometime.

Feeling it might be rude to peer at the pages the quills are still working on, Terra gathers a couple of those more complete works that have been set aside and heads to a table to skim through them. Sure enough, there's some interesting information there. Someone (somequill?) seems to think King Shanrian's son may cause trouble someday. Maybe not a tip to act on but definitely something to keep in mind.

Then there's the stories of Ysverai, that last great dragon he keeps hearing about. The quote at the bottom of one page catches his attention and he reads it out loud:]

'Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late.'

[He glances up at whoever's happened to join him in the library. Another Refugee, thankfully.]

Ysverai's words. Wyver's last great dragon, the one who fell to Nithor? [There's a short pause. Terra looks around for any Khali nearby and, finding none, goes on.] Eye of the Storm. You don't think the dragon was talking about...?

[The Storm? The Big, Bad World-Rending Storm? The Storm you wouldn't think anybody here ever knew about?]


II. TROUBLE ON YOUR HORIZON (THESA STATION)
[Terra stands off to one side of the door to the stasis unit, his right hand gripping his big, key-shaped blade, his left hand awkwardly holding his phone. He stares down at the phone's screen as the lights above flicker off and on again, and Darma's message sounds once more over the intercom.

There's nothing. Nothing on the network, nothing in any of the station rooms he knows about. No signs of any of the Natha anywhere, no obvious signs of an attack or enemies in their midst, no information on what just happened...

He snaps back to attention at the sound of footsteps drawing steadily closer. Hastily thrusting his phone back into his pants' pocket, he hauls his Keyblade up and out to try and bar the door from the very threatening presence of... another Refugee. Terra sighs out the breath he didn't know he was holding and lowers his weapon back to his side.

The look he fixes the other Refugee with is frankly pretty desperate, though.]

What do we do?


III. THOSE THAT SEEK (GROUP A) ―

― III-a. When It Rains
[Terra's mood is about as gloomy as the weather when it comes time to transport the skull to Olympia. As the group assembles and prepares to disembark, he can be found a ways off from the carriage, saddling his wyvern in (maximum brooding) silence. He steals uneasy glances up at the sky every so often as he does up the saddle straps and ties on a few small packs containing extra food and water. His wyvern's on edge, too, shaking his big, horned head, fluttering his wings, snapping his tail. He grumbles and rumbles his dragony discontent to anyone who'll listen.]

You've never melted in the rain before. Not even a little bit. [Terra pulls himself free of his thoughts long enough to address the wyvern's complaints.] You'll be fine.

[When they set off, Terra and his wyvern take to the skies... right up until those skies open up and unleash a torrential downpour. Knightryder and wyvern drop back to the ground in a sopping heap. Terra dismounts to trudge on foot for a while. If only the wyvern were a four-legged dragon instead, he could have walked alongside the group and kept a wing outstretched like a giant umbrella. Alas, needs those wing thumbs for clambering along.]

You think all this is going to work? [Terra asks later on in their trip, while helping lift the carriage free of yet more sucking mud. (The wyvern's proven useless for the task: too big, too strong, too liable to knock the whole thing over.)]

Olympia gets their skull, Wyver their heart, the Council helps bring lasting peace... somehow?

[It's an honest question, not a cynical one. He's very new to all this 'factions that'd like to wipe each other off the map' business.]

― III-b. It Pours
[He supposes he should have seen this coming. The last escort/delivery mission he helped out with had been ambushed, too. Though those thugs had been rogue shamans. These people are... bandits, did that guard just say?

Terra's not so sure about that but decides almost immediately that it doesn't matter who they are. They're not getting the skull. They're not ruining the cities' chance for peace.]

Stay, guard it! [He 'parks' the wyvern behind the carriage, in case any of the thieves gets the idea of sneaking around, and then rushes forward to engage the troublemakers. Anyone need any help or is this Team Kicks Butt and Takes Names?]

[apricitous]

[ He shakes his head, because no, he'd avoided it. Everything that's happened lately, on top of his death, has seriously shaken his belief that he should do anything other than try and be a decent person and help where he can. Involving himself in politics had seemed like the worst idea possible. So he'd... avoided it.

He doesn't know what Lois would think of that. He doesn't want to think of it. He hasn't asked Bruce either.

For the moment, though-]

I do. And they do. Or rather, I think there's protections on this station and the planet that give me the ability to do what I can usually do. But without the Natha, I wouldn't have use of them at all.

[ At least not without the sunlight capsules Bruce had made him. He has one with him but he's not using it for the moment. Too dangerous for what they're planning, unnecessary for anything else.]

[nysan]

[ The bandit shifts her weight from one foot to the other. There is a thoughtful expression on her face as she considers the question, and then she shrugs.

She'll throw him this bone. It's not as if he's run her through just yet. ]

What does anyone want with an artifact like that? Power, of course. Power belongs in the hands of those who will use it, rather than in the hands of weak-hearted cowards who would form a truce with our enemies!

[ The words seem to leave a sour taste in her mouth; expression shifts into a grimace. ]

Your turn to talk. What drew you to this particular job? Why haven't you tried to claim this sort of power for yourself?

[braidedwonder]

No problem.. I like to be prepared.. [ Duo smiles before taking a sat not far off. He doesn't want to crowd him, but at the same time it doesn't seem like good form to walk off from someone who doesn't seem to be coping too well with the their partaking at the moment.

He can kinda remember how bad that sucked himself, though it's a bit blurry as one would expect.

However, the braided boy perks up as he hears the name, an easy grin spreading over his face. ]

So you're Linneus... I'm Duo. We chatted a bit ago on the network.

( ooc | D'oh! It'd be one'a those! )

[braidedwonder]

I never heard about that one.. sounds interesting. [ At least until it's you that it happens to he assumes, but this is Duo Maxwell and he doesn't really do well with thinking about other people sometimes. He keeps his head screwed on firmly and doesn't bother thinking outside of immediate consequence if he can help it, a little too used to fending for himself perhaps. ]

Yeah, I am.. [ Duo laughs, jammers still on for the moment just in case. So for now Deathscythe moves unseen through the vast blackness of space, taking in the ship and zooming in where Duo asks it to in order to inspect for damage. Though, off handedly - ] If you find any exterior cameras log in and lemme know where your view point is..

... I'll uncloak Scythe for ya.

So far so good. No damage, no popsicles.

[torchwoodteaboy]

"Yeah, yeah," Ianto reassures him dazedly. "I'm fine, I'm. A bit tossed about, but I'll be alright. I've made it to the city now after all the aftermath but I don't."

He lets out the huff of a laugh. "I don't really know what I'm doing. I don't mean to impose, but of course there was a part of me that was hoping I might find you here, but. Really, if you're busy, I can find my own way." To where, he isn't quite sure, but. He's not so pathetic that he can't figure it out.

d.

[baldesion]

It would help if I had more of an idea what I might be seeking.

[Krile had met - encountered, rather - one or two of their overseers in her first few days on the station and the planet, and none since. She can't even be sure she quite remembers them well enough as it is.

But everyone who heard that message and thought to do something about it is rather frenzied over their findings. She could do better than to add to the mess.]

I rather hoped there would be something telling, once we arrived. Something more than emptiness.

[There is trouble on your horizon, says the station.]

[steponme]

I don't... really know. He already knew about One from home, but that must have happened past what I can remember, so I don't know how he handled that either.

[WELL aside from the fact that he knows Reign hates him. But he can't really see that happening with Chuuya.]

And I guess we did... sorta... k-kiss a little at Flona Cove a couple of weeks ago. But we haven't really talked about it at all since.

Krile Baldesion | ota

[baldesion]

Entering Khalo
[Krile is...not much of a smoker. At all. The eruption of coughs over her first few attempts to manage taking in the fyrra are a very visible testament to that.]

Gods! [Drawing harsh breaths, and trying not to insult the otherwise captivating Khali ambassador escorting them from the outpost, Krile eyes the gathering smoke with new apprehension.]

Are you certain this is required in order to continue on?

--

Exploring the Village
[It isn't far past the guardian mushrooms that her headache sets in. At first, she thinks it a side effect of the smoke, and she presses onward, chalking it up to irritation and unfamiliar air.

And for a while, it is only a headache.

Then the whispers start, while she is in the midst of looking into arranging for accommodations, such that she might stay for a time and learn aught of the creatures and customs of this utterly fascinating landscape. Krile can be seen looking over her shoulder with some concern, over and over, while making her way along the lowest level of the village layout; at times she stops to rub her eyes with the heels of her hands and try to rub her neck as well. It's only getting worse.

At last someone suggests a bath in the waters of Crescent. It takes some time to procure (borrow, really) a suitable swimsuit, but unless someone stops her she will submerge herself in the crystalline water entirely for a moment.

Coming up for air, and no less in pain than she was a minute ago, Krile looks around for a place to sit or float and relax. And when her eyes pass over someone nearby, it is as if her consciousness changes a switch, and she recognizes the headache at last for what it truly is.

If the vision to follow is strong enough, or long enough, she'll sink under the water, half-insensible.]

[[The effect of the fyrra on Krile includes enhancing her Echo...in ways both good and bad. She is more likely to sense what resonates from others, (intentions or specific memories of the past); what she senses is far more likely to be unpredictable and wrong. If you'd like her to walk in your character's past a bit or get a read on their thoughts in general while she's trying to banish her headache in the bath, full steam ahead!]]

--

The Library
[Several days into her stay in Khalo, Krile is delighted to at last make the acquaintance of a venasou; she learns she is delighted only when it takes her gently and with all the meandering grace of a soap bubble to the library.

She had not realized, until now, quite how much she missed the comfort of books and ink.

Amid the whispering scratches of quills with no hand holding them and the mixed scents of old plants and old parchment, Krile wanders the tables and shelves, poking now and again at a book or scroll that seems enticing. It has been an age since she was able to avail herself of so much information all at once. For a time she lets her whims guide her - the Echo does not direct her steps here as it might at home, but she has always believed in her own keen intuition - and she reads stunningly written tales of beast and man and conquest and rebirth.

She doesn't know how long it has been when she comes across a particular text, in a section of books that seem different somehow. Enough skimming of its contents and it becomes apparent this is an informative text, specifically focusing on Wyver and its history. Its recent history, if the names within are to be taken at face value.

Catch her at wandering the stacks? Or overhear her pondering aloud:] Well, well. A tale of succession and uncertain allegiances. I've not read the like of that before.

[That's sarcasm so strong you can probably smell it.]

--

Text - Open
As embarrassing as this will swiftly become, I have lost my way in the process of returning to my lodgings here after a foray into its archives with one of their most helpful drifting guides. Any helpful direction is much appreciated.

[And the headache is returning, which has put her well on edge...and prevented her, thus far, from seeking guidance in person, though that can hardly deter any helpful souls that spot a lost-looking Lalafell squinting into the shadows among the trees.]

[meinwaifu]

...that's riiiight~

[Gonna just do a creepy voice (ie. his normal voice tbh) nice and close to Morgana's ear, nbd.]

[pebblestone]

[ Suffice to say, her answer isn't one he likes, and his frown deepens as he considers the implication of her words. They're unsettling, to be sure, but more than that they're insulting to a memory he holds very dear. ]

The road to peace is hardly one for the weak-hearted. The strongest woman I knew sought peace over power, and suffered for it. That's precisely why I'm here, to honor her wishes as best I can.

[ He holds no particular loyalty to Olympia despite residing within its borders, but its a country like any other, its people deserving of peace. If there are crimes ancient rulers once committed, the people of now don't deserve to bear the weight of those consequences. Old wounds fester, and he quickly sets them aside. Now is no time to grow sentimental, or to wax poetic. They're not done here yet. ]

You spoke of power. Who, exactly, wants to claim this power for their own?

[jesus_is_gundam]

I don't drink.

[thetaintedsorrow]

I definitely didn’t say your name.

[Oh, this is getting spooky! Chuuya glances around, actually hoping that he might spot some kind of supernatural entity. It almost seems like the shadows are skittering like so many insects, but it could totally be his imagination...]

Anyway, what’s your name? Mine’s Chuuya.

[willrevile]

[ Jim might not have any room to talk about skipping it - though in his own defense, he was posted outside of it for the duration, and loaned out his invite to a new arrival. (And now he's on the dang council. Somehow. Sigh.) He doesn't know enough about Clark to think one way or the other about the guy. ]

That's.. good to know, actually. It means that the protections they're offering people might not be in danger. You know, masking people who don't appear to be human.

[ He stares out the nearest window, thinking. ]

The stasis pods are fine, too, [ he notes. ] Everything we have agreements with them about is steady.

[willrevile]

[ Someday: Tales From the Enterprise. Tribbles and Klingons and sentient brain-eating space jellyfish, oh my. ]

Alright. [ Faintly amused. He can't deny his appreciation for the Gundams. Briefly, Jim thinks of Scotty, and wonders what he'd think of them, what kind of insane upgrades he might offer to do just to be able to slap his eyeballs on the workings of them. But he's asleep, just like everyone else. ]

Keep looking. It's a big station.

[sparsity]

[ While Mikazuki isn't the most trusting person out there, not even of their saviors-turned-benefactors, he does have a hint of concern for this creased on his features. Or it could be a trick of the lights as they hollow out and flicker erratically.

Whatever the case, he keeps pace, calm save for the quiet agitation of impatience. He really needs to see that those pods are alright. ]

If it's a threat, it's one we can't see.

[ Even an attack out in the void of space would carry — something in it. Not this radio silence. ]

[apricitous]

But how much did it cost them?

[ He can't help that's where his mind went, that his mind is on sacrifice. What the Natha might have sacrificed to maintain their deals and protect them. ]

And how long will it last.

[willrevile]

A beat of silence as the hamster wheel of his brain turns. "You're in Wyver?"

Buddy. Well-- at least the volunteers from his side of the fence ended up completing the mission, hopefully they're being taken care of in Olympia. (He wonders how bad Peggy's fuming...)

"Alright, give me a location ping and I'll send you directions to where I live. It'll be unlocked."

[whatisright]

It commonly happens when one wanders through the woods. At least I assume it is a common occurrence. I do not remember wandering the woods before joining the Wardens.

[Justice takes the soap and works it into a lather between his palms before drawing his fingers through Anders' hair. He works first on his scalp, then down to the tips of his hair, seeing to it that the soap has worked through before returning to his scalp to massage away most of the caked on dirt.]

I have enjoyed this city so far. It seems to be much more pleasant than Olympia.

[monya]

I told you!

[ he's pleased with himself! did Rocket really think he was pulling his leg or something? everyone has something to hide, but Morgana's MO is not to lie. no--- he might be a thief, a rogue, an aficionado of treasures, but he's not a liar.

he has a bad poker face, too. ]

Just walking trees? I don't know about you, but I don't know many of those.

[ or ANY ]

[poolhall_killer]

I doubt it. The flesh has to be putrid at this point.

[He's not even talking about the possibility of a zombie dragon, only in terms of cooking. No level of regeneration will be able to save ancient dragon meat. Still, he can't help being vaguely impressed by the gesture. If this heart's transport means peace, then he's all for it.

He notices Phoenix's eyes giving him the once over. Venom's dressed in a suit of his own, but more because it's just who he is. He continues to keep his distance from the heart as he moves towards Phoenix.]

There's a lot you have yet to learn about me, Nick. Such as my desire for knowledge. I rather enjoy visiting museums and learning about different histories and cultures. Most of them were destroyed back home, even before the storm hit.