❪ 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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[thetaintedsorrow]

I dunno. Other people find it funny. Not that I really care, it just gets old.

[Linneus isn’t the type of person to poke fun though, and for that Chuuya is grateful.]

So what is it that you wanted to see the most in the village?

[Chuuya is pretty sure that Linneus didn’t come here for the fyrra.]

Have you been to the taming fields yet?

[thetaintedsorrow]

No. I threw it at somebody. They deserved it.

[He realizes how ridiculous that sounds, but hey, the truth is stranger than fiction sometimes.]

It was empty.

[He thinks so, anyway...]

Anyway. Hope you had fun in the village so far.

dorian pavus | ota (olympia & khalo)

[flashystyle]

I. AND IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR LEFT YOU'LL SEE DESPAIR

I'm certain a microbe of what's in this room is worth more than your family has for the past few centuries, please do not touch any of the artifacts—and you're gone. All right. There you go. Get your grubby little hands all over everything you possibly can, that's exactly what I requested. Good job. Gold star!

[A very exasperated tour guide drops his hands, staring after a group of young children running off ahead of him. He's dressed finely, well-groomed, exactly the type of person that you'd expect to stand around and wax poetic about the nostalgia a certain exhibit provokes in a person. But rather than doing that, he's holding a clipboard of things to do (with notes on how not to age ten years doing them) throughout the entire day. He's mite exhausted already, and it's hardly noon.

Muttering under his breath, he turns his gaze away from the "demons in the making" to look towards the looming statue of a dragon. Apparently, he's speaking to it more than anyone in the vicinity, but it isn't as if he's lowered his voice beyond being overheard.]

Volunteer to babysit your coworkers children, Dorian. You'll get a promotion eventually, Dorian. You could be cracking the secrets of this very universe at this very moment, but this is a better way to spend your time, Dorian. I've made the right decision? How kind of you to say so.

II. DUMB DUMB WANT GUM GUM?

[Long after the little demons that some might call children returned to the Hell in which they came, Dorian finds himself back in the exhibit hall for the grand purpose of finding some little girl's Ysverai plush. It's well past the hours of when one would already have started drinking, and that's precisely what Dorian was in the middle of when he got the call from Robert Dickass (Dickens, but Dorian's decided he's going to spread this nickname throughout the Institute) in Potions who claims his daughter can't go to sleep. And that brings us to the present. Dorian is tipsy in a museum at midnight.

However, the fact that Dorian is tipsy is not the reason the area is this particularly creepy. With the sound of its day visitors gone, the sole consistency through silence is the loud heartbeat of a long dead dragon. It'd sound like the foreboding drum of Jumanji, if Dorian knew what that was. It leaves him on edge, on this quest to find a plush, and in desperate need of another drink.

Perhaps you're there, too. In fact, you must be there, because the second Dorian turns around the corner and spots you, he lets out a little gasp of surprise and fills his hand with flame. Illuminating an otherwise dim room, he blinks several times, then knits his brows.]

You can't be looking for the dragon, too.

III. WHERE DO YOU SUPPOSE THOSE RIDDLES LEAD? A POT OF CHOCOLATE? FAIRIES?

[The Enchanted Library is already flitting with objects to run into. Books are flying about like some kind of scene in Harry Potter, quills are brushing noses and surely invoking a sneeze or two if the dust doesn't. But perhaps you're making your way down an aisle when you come across stacks and stacks of books directly in your path. Hardcovers, paperbacks—hardly any relation to one another aside from the fact they are in the same monolith. Upon closer inspection, you'll find a there's a man behind the mountain, crouching to one of the lower shelves to retrieve yet another for his pile. He hasn't noticed you yet.]

Oh— [Until he does. Rather than make matters somewhat better, though, you've caught him by surprise—he knocks his arm into the stack. Think fast, stranger, or lose a leg to knowledge.]

IV. BLAZE IT

[It rained, because of course it did. The weather, apparently, won't ever be predictable after the last arrivals. For a time, water rolled down the winding branches of the canopy, dripping onto the heads of those down below. But now the showers have subsided, and rather than complain, Dorian comes to appreciate the glistening of the dewdrops reflecting the luminescence of the plants around them. Some glow blue, others orange, most a delightful little pink. That, and the perfect humidity it leaves them in, leaves Dorian blissful.

That, and the fyrra he's currently smoking. He's currently sat on the steps outside of the ground level accommodations, watching the distant musicians play as the Khali people perform acrobats he hardly thinks anyone else here can manage. Take up a seat beside him, and he might offer you his smoke. Regardless of whether or not you accept, he'll follow up shortly afterward.]

Do you think we could have a life here? [A beat.] July 15th... I've been here nearly a year now. All I've succeeded in is not dying.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto raises an eyebrow at the prompt. Aren't you supposed to ask questions that you know the answer to, so that you might know if a man is making sense or mixing up facts in his head? How is John to know whether he's telling him the truth or not? Moreover, should he tell him the truth. He's never been very good at admitting anything around his upbringing.

After hesitating longer than he probably should have, such that he's sure John is probably questioning whether he is concussed, Ianto raises his eyes to meet the other man's and admits, "Newport. I grew up in Newport." His only consolation is that John probably has no idea of what sort of connotation that carries with it.

[impavid]

That was a weirdly long delay for an easy starter question. John doesn't really visibly react, just continues carefully trying to clean the blood out of the way. He'll need to ask a few to be sure at this rate.

"Okay," he says, in his best soothing voice. "And what was the name of the last place you worked? Not counting this."

He's assuming it was Torchwood, though he supposes there might have been somewhere else in-between Ianto hadn't mentioned.

[objectionattorney]

Huh. So you really are the superstitious type.

[And with that he leans back, sighing out at he listens in on the sound of the cart and the distant thunder.]

So if something does happen, take it you have a way to fight them off?

[torchwoodteaboy]

This is an easier answer. Less personal, and he's admitting to less in the reply since John does know what he's supposed to say anyway.

"Torchwood," he says. "Torchwood Cardiff. And before that, Torchwood London." Don't ask him to list out the positions he's had in the last five years though because before Torchwood he'd been a temp and he'd never really managed to hold anything down long. He probably couldn't remember half the places he'd been even without a blow to the head.

[unprays]

About you?

[ the curiosity that was there in her voice is replaced entirely by concern as she steps closer, peers at the parchment like it's personally offended her. ]

What does it say? [ what does it say that makes you think that, she thinks, but doesn't want to try and read it for herself. she'll leave it to Diana to choose what to say, how much to tell her. ]

[personalwar]

[ The resigned nature of the kid's body language speaks volumes. He really believes that there's no stopping the plan that's already been set into motion, and maybe he's right, but maybe he isn't. 76 slowly pulls his hands back, not wanting to suffocate him into unconsciousness when he still has more to say. He is straddling his thighs, though, putting most of his weight on the bandit so that he can't easily wriggle away.

Why does it seem like everything ends up tying back to that mountain? First the experiments in the labyrinth, then 76's own abduction into the network of caves up there, and now this. To say nothing of the pact he formed with Ana, at the summit. ]

You want to revive this dragon, is that the idea? [ It sounds impossible, but 76 has reached a point where he'll believe just about anything. He can't afford to doubt, not here. ] And who's your boss? I need a name.

b

[underwhelms]

[ If there's anything that can put JJ in a good mood, it's either a) talking about himself, or b) reading about himself. Unfortunately for literally anyone in his vicinity, he'd had the chance to do both of these things today. It's a miracle that he even manages to pry himself from the library where he'd been reading about his own adventures, but he does, and just in time to find Reign clawing vigorously at himself. ]

Hey!

[ Thankfully, JJ's in such a good mood that he feels nigh unstoppable, and he doesn't waste any time before jumping in to grab Reign's wrists—pardon the stranger danger—expression obvious in its alarm as he stands there. ]

What are you doing? You're going to peel your skin off like that.

nevermind i quit just give me the aspic shitpost and let me die in agony

[summertimeblues]

That you offering? Thanks but no thanks, I'll stick to my regular laundromat.

[Cam may not have been volunteering but Richie was hardly one to let shit like that slide. Sorry bud.

The fact that he's calling it a subpar read when the quills had only gotten midway through is doubly damning. As if I hadn't been convinced before. Cam needed to learn a lesson or two about subterfuge, and this was coming from a fellow amateur.]

If it makes you feel any better, I'd say nearly everyone is hoping a few pages get gutted here and there. [He raises his eyebrows pointedly.] They're not terribly discerning about their source material.

[personalwar]

[ It has been a while since the two of them have spoken, but that doesn't mean that 76 didn't hear some news about what Prompto has been up to lately. That is, getting married. It'd been a pretty shocking piece of news, since 76 didn't usually keep track of the other refugee's personal matters.

Prompto and Alisaie both seem pretty young, and getting married on the brink of a war seems like it could only end badly. But given that he'd only ever been married to his work, 76 can also understand that if you wait for the 'right time,' that might never come. It's not his place to judge, either.

Instead of bringing any of that up, he just nods to Prompto in greeting, and then addresses his question. ]

Secret histories, if you want to call it that. I'd like to know more about Wyver and Olympia, along with any other parts of El Nysa they haven't wanted to tell us about. Anything that you think might be useful.

[ For him, this all seems pretty intuitive. He raises an eyebrow at Prompto. ]

Didn't really take you for the bookish type.

[inaurare]

All of it? My main interest is in plants and their uses, but I heard the Khali were secluded, and I wanted to take the chance to visit in case it doesn't come again.

[he would rather not think of it that way, but Olympia and Wyver are not always open for each other. Khalo doesn't have to be, either.]

I have not yet, no, but it is on my list. Have you been?

[inaurare]

It's magical, actually, in a lot of senses. Not just this...

[a little gesture to the self-writing quills, the stories plucked who-knows how; the library itself; dizzyingly immense. He has never seen such a large library before. The master had had one, of course, but only of informational books, dry factual accounts or lists.]

I was in the forests yesterday, looking at the different kinds of plants there. There are so many more than I had expected... and then the people and their customs...

[they make their homes in the trees here...!]

So much strange and new...!

[summertimeblues]

[Blame the bray of his snicker and the style choices. The spikes in his hair scream disaffected youth.

Richie rolls his eyes to the heavens.]

Of course. That would mean being convenient, and magic never is.

[In all earnesty: fuck fantasy. He misses the unremarkable clutch of reality.]

I'm guessing on purpose. It's as good of a booby trap as any, wouldn't you say? [He stumbles, and at last accepts that he'll have to do this from the seat of his ass. Richie takes up real estate at the crux of the guy's palm, crossing his legs and planting his hands behind him for stability.] In that case we might be better off begging for aid in the city. Even if they didn't do it on purpose, this can't be the first time. Someone's got to have a fix.

[Or else he's gonna be a feature presentation in some middle school terrarium, fighting off beetles for dominance. What a rotten fate.]

[willrevile]

Either these are sandwiches Superman-made and they're amazing, or they're sandwiches Jim made and they're fine, but slightly haphazard. It is a mystery. Anyway, container on table, Jim puts the backpack away (chucks it onto his bed), and then goes about pulling his jacket off and fetching himself a beer as well.

"I do, in fact," he says, shaking his hair out. Feeling somewhat grimy after the transition from being very dry and tidy to suddenly drenched in hot humidity. In front of the fridge, he fusses around pulling up part of his shirt in puzzlement over trying to decide whether or not he actually smells or not. Smooth operator, over here. "I've been up in their labyrinth and seen the inhumane experiments they run, I've been involved in the investigations to find them after that, and was part of a team that rescued abductees in Wyver from them. What do you want to know?"

[impavid]

"Good," John confirms, and tilts Ianto's head a little to clean the trickle of blood down the side of his head. "Now, the name of the place we just left and the name of the place we were going to?"

More recent, to check both ends of the memory spectrum. He winces slightly as he dabs off the blood, not wanting to press too hard in case it hurts but wanting to make sure he's getting it clean and not missing anything worse underneath it.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto's done his best to clean most of the mud and blood off of himself, but he's not going to pretend he looks the best and god only knows how he smells himself, he won't judge one way or the other. He thinks about helping himself to a sandwich but decides that it would be polite to wait for Jim to join him first, instead watching him by the fridge as he fetches his beer and listening intently to his explanation of the shamans. Huh, he hadn't known that part. Figures he should have stumbled upon all of this, while he's still so new to the lot of this.

"I need to know where that labyrinth is," Ianto replies. "And what kind of experiments they were doing there." He winces slightly. "Intelligence from the bandits says they're taking the Heart there, and from what they've said..." He shakes his head. "It doesn't sound good. Anything you know -- it'll help, Jim. It's not just the mission that's at stake anymore."

i - b

[unprays]

[ she's not there to tame any of the creatures — one direwolf is plenty for her, she has no desire to try any of these things; if she needs a ride, she'll get a horse.

mostly, she's there out of curiosity, her careful exploration having brought her there, her inquisitive nature having led to her staying. she stands there and watches people try... and fail, mostly.

which is why she says, wryly, ]

I'm not sure they like anyone.

[willrevile]

[ Scarring is just proof you survived something, in Jim's opinion. (Some of his older ones ended up vanishing after his resurrection, healed by augment blood, something he was inexplicably annoyed by.) ]

You and me both. Drives my CMO nuts. [ Responsible professionals, all of them. ]

What do you think of this place? It's nice to have some new scenery.

[impavid]

Yeah, unfortunately not unusual among these higher plane of existence types. It's all non-interference and vagueness and you will learn in time.

[ It's extremely unhelpful.

John sighs the put upon sigh of someone beginning to feel defeat creeping up on them. ]

Any ideas for Plan C?

[ Answers on a postcard, please. ]

[torchwoodteaboy]

These are quite a lot of questions, but Ianto supposes they're all necessary. He winces at the press of the other man's hand as well, because it does hurt, but then John's only doing what's necessary to clean him up. He'll probably have an egg on the spot underneath the cut but he doesn't think it's that bad otherwise. Is it?

"We left from Olympia," he recites, frowning at up at the other man, "and we were supposed to be on the way to Wyver, before it all went to shit anyway." He's okay, John, really he is. He studies the other man's expression before continuing, "And your name is John Sheppard, before you ask, and you're awfully handy with that you know, for a pilot."

[willrevile]

"Oh." Jim blinks. That's a little weird, if they're taking it to a known location. He sits down at the table, pries the top off his beer. "It's up at their altar on the mountain. Pretty easily accessible, honestly, though I think it's been relatively untended since it came out that so many of them are terrorists. Only a few who were supposedly not involved are left, most have fled, or were killed in the rescue operations."

He opens the container and motions for Ianto take what he likes first. "I don't know why they'd steal something and go put it there. Hell, I don't know why they'd even bother engaging in this sort of shit anymore when even the people here want all their heads on spikes Who all has the intel about where they're headed with the heart?"

[impavid]

"Good to know you're an expert on how pilots are trained. There'll be a quiz, later."

Satisfied he there's no huge great crack under the blood he lets go and sits back, holds up a finger and squints at Ianto as he moves it slowly left and right.

"Tell me how many fingers you see?"

[impavid]

[ Is it superstition still when you have a lengthy track record of being proven right?

John resists the urge to roll his eyes at the sigh, squinting up at the clouds as he trudges along in the rain. ]

I have a knife.

[ Deadpan. That's his plan. Use the knife. He'd much prefer a gun but the Natha haven't given him his back yet, and he hasn't found a place to buy one. ]