❪ 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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[defenses]

[ for a second, vane echoes the same confusion, if just because he could have sworn someone was right next to him? she did respond too, didn't she? when all the spores settle, he finds that he's been unscathed (for the most part), at least he can't visually see anything wrong with him. he doesn't know if it's temporary, but he takes this as a good start.

especially, if the person beside him is effected with something?

he presses his palms against the grass as he looks around. ] Huh? I could have sworn she was here....

[ he then begins to stand, his foot precariously close to one of the mushrooms she's perched on top of. ]

Hellooooooooo! Are you....? [ ... he seems to fall quiet in thought. was she turned invisible or something???

what if she became invisible and lost?!?! ]

[shashka]

[ not long, probably. but with Ocelot, you can never really know for sure. ]

Maybe not now. But you might be someone with missing memories. Ever considered that?

[nysan]

Maybe you should beat it out of me!

[ He grows bored of talking, after all, and if his mission is already complete, then he isn't technically going against Boss's orders if he fights, right? Which is why he isn't going to allow himself simply be get dragged back to carriage; after a few paces, he unsheathes his blade from his hip and takes a full swing at him, expecting the man to possess the reflexes to let go of him — lest he desires a severed arm. ]

C'mon, let's fight, show me your powers! [ He's excited, and his expression and tone reflects it perfectly. ] Defeat me, and I'll tell ya everything.

[ He creates some distance between him, assuming a battle stance. ]

It's all over anyway, hahaha!

[constellationy]

I'm here.

[ She says in a ... normal volume. But considering how small she is, that volume should be impossible to hear considering how far she is from his ears. Talking is already a pain, she doesn't want to have to shout.

Instead, she stands there for a moment, watching him get uncomfortably close to stepping on her, before she picks up a pretty small rock that's next to her on the mushroom (which happens to be about the size of her hand at the moment, ugh, all this effort) and chucks it at his ....... leg. She can't throw it any higher. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Yikes. That look.]

I don't know how long I'm planning on being up here, but... I suppose I should.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Relax. I’m just messing with you. Though I gotta say, getting a dick in your face is a hell of a way to meet someone.

[So is seeing something like that before even knowing this guy’s name. Also I’m so sorry he’s like this.]

Don’t think I’ve seen you before. My name’s Chuuya, what’s yours?

venasou

[reinhardtzar]

[ wow, what a sight.

there's a quirk of the brow. reinhardtzar simply watches, arms folded, a brow raised. vane is...doing an efficient job, to say the least, so no judgement is coming from this end.

although— ]

Miss the barracks, huh? I haven't heard that anthem in ages.

A

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya himself had been intrigued enough by the promise of unusual happenings surrounding the exhibit that he’d come to investigate himself, the heart and other displays simply side attractions for him. So far nothing spooky has happened, so he meanders his way over to Ysevrai’s heart to see what the big fuss is.

Oh gross. It’s still beating. Though it’s admittedly pretty cool too.

Oh, looks like someone else has come to look at it too. Chuuya shrugs at the stranger’s statement, not really feeling particularly endangered. He does notice how his heart seems to be beating in sync with it, however...]

I dunno much about it, but it’s obviously magic or something to still be beating all this time.

[baguablade]

[ The lifted hand is needed — Cain's got literal stacks of parchment. It's obvious he's been at this for a while, if the smudged ink and smudged circles under his eyes aren't enough of a clue on top of the fortress of books and leaning towers of parchment he's build around himself in the hours he's been reading. But the voice and the movement in his peripheral vision are enough to have him lifting his head and offering a friendly wave in a greeting of his own.

He even kicks out another chair at the table and slides the parchment over at an angle in case the man wants to take a look for himself — he's perfectly willing to share what he's found. ]

Royal intrigue in our very own Wyver. Take a look.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[He’s probably going to be craning his neck quite a bit, because Chuuya is 5’3.

He huffs, crossing his arms at the very idea that he’d be scared or lost. Mr. Ex-Mafia would never.]

No. I was just looking around. What about you? You seem pretty freaked out.

[willrevile]

[ What! It's a fine look! He's just concerned about refugees with no exposure to spacecraft being up here when the dang power keeps going out. Claire seems more than intelligent enough to learn how to put a space suit on. ]

It doesn't have to be right this second. [ Since you're yikesing. ] But it couldn't hurt in the long run.

[baguablade]

Definitely magic.

[ Cain slants a glance sideways as his new companion — his diminutive companion! finally, someone shorter than him on this planet! — and gives him a wry glance. There's very little else that could be keeping a centuries old heart encased in stone and still beating, and calling their own heartbeats to converge in time with the pulse in front of them.

It's that convergence that has Cain so unsettled. ]

It's uncanny, the way I can feel my own heart beating in time. Usually, effects like that indicate some manner of control being exerted.

[ And even if there's so far no sign that any creature is about to be summoned from the quiescent heart in front of them, that there's anything able to exert that control upon them with the heart supposedly inactive is a warning sign in Cain's eyes to begin with. ]

b.

[arcane]

[ it's only natural to explore when given the opportunity to. honestly, the journey here was a trial in and of itself. but, he supposed the more complex the route to get somewhere, the more weight your discoveries end up carrying. so far, he's found this to be true. the library was full of many marvels. stories of those who have lived here for centuries, and in many ways, he supposed other men's histories can easily reflect your own somehow...

a brief consideration he says when he ends up finding a familiar man.

honestly, the impression arjuna has of him isn't unfavorable, but... well. arjuna was arjuna and there were times where he'd prefer to act alone (consider it a token archer attribute). but, then he sees cain struggling to pick up a book.

only dangerous seconds from teetering off a step ladder. arjuna steps up on the edge of it, as if to balance the weight before lifting a gloved hand and placing it right against the back of cain's arm. arjuna stands a step behind him. ] Did you require assistance?

[natha]

Due to there being so many different types of relics on display, the visions will be varied. Some will directly play off of the relics, showing them snippets of the past where they were most likely used (i.e. mostly battle or times of strife). Others will cause visions that are more personal to the individual seeing them. Their fears, reminders of home, and things like that. You are free to get as creative as you’d like with these visions. I hope this helps!

[nineteenfortyfive]

No, no, you're right. It's just... I am very much a fish out of water when it comes to most things up here.

[She's a quick learner, especially so when it comes to medicine, but space suits and electronics and how these pods are even still kept functioning are beyond her.]

I only really ever come up here to check on them.

[The people in stasis.]

iii

[eusford]

[ mom is gone so i gotta give you a depressed bi uncle

Quills aside, Crowley's interest in the library comes from the genuine desire to search and discover the unknown. Anything that he wasn't already aware of, a bleak curiosity that surfaces only because the idea of it appeals to him--which, admittedly, he knows to be just temporary.

He blinks when approached, initially surprised before he eyes the book in the other's hands. ]

Yeah. [ A quick pause. ] Can you not?

Mephisto Pheles | Olympia/Khalo/Thesa | OTA

[meinwaifu]

1. Obligatory Night at the Museum Joke
A rather curious thing, don't you think?

[Mephisto gestures at the heart to whoever is standing nearby. The ever-present beating is starting to bother him a way he can't quite place, and to be left with it alone in silence has him feeling strangely antsy. Sure, he could just leave, but then he wouldn't learn anything about it! But as a demon who already actively relishes his own selfish wants and desires, the actual effects of the heart won't be too apparent on him. Unfortunately, the same probably can't be said for his companion...]

How long do you suppose it's continued to beat like this?


2. Mushroom Madness
[The strange forest of fungi is probably weird enough without having the silence of suddenly broken by the sound of someone sneezing. But that's exactly what's going to happen, and coming over to investigate the source will reveal Mephisto sitting on top of a rather large mushroom, handkerchief in hand and looking a tad bit miserable. But when he spots someone else standing in the area, he seems to perk up a little! Of course, he sounds awful too -- does he have a cold??]

Ah, excellent timing! Do excuse the abruptness-- but would you mind helping me with something?


3. FanFiction.nysa
[As soon as Mephisto found the Enchanted Library, he more or less set up shop there in terms of reading just about anything he can get his hands on. The sheer amount of information being recorded is overwhelming, even if (as he discovers rather quickly) it's not always accurate. He can be found here:]

A - Reading Rainbow
[--lounging with his boots propped up on the desk in front of him, leaning back in his chair rather precariously. It looks like it would only take a slight shove to make the chair fall out from under him, for any troublemakers in the area. For anyone else, he doesn't seem to be paying much attention outside of the book he's reading through. Curious to see what he's reading? If someone gets too close and tries to peek over his shoulder, he'll speak up without even turning to look.] It's rather rude to read over one's shoulder, you know.

B - Local Man Yells at Book
[--staring in ABSOLUTE HORROR at something being actively written by a rather eager little quill floating in the air. There's a group of khali women standing nearby giggling -- having seen all too well what was being written there, clearly recording the memories of the man yelling at the quill to stop it.] --if it has to be embarrassing, at least make it accurate!! That's entirely out of character for me, you know!


4. Paranormal Activity
[Thesa station has certainly seen better days, what with the creepy looping track of Darma speaking over the intercom despite no trace of her or her companions to be found, and the flickering lights adding a bit of spookiness too it all. The passageway Mephisto happens to be in right now is entirely shrouded in darkness, save for the light of the stars visible outside a nearby viewing window. But naturally, for a demon like Mephisto, this means nothing. He can see just fine regardless.]

[But the person standing in the middle of the darkness who clearly can't? Well now, this looks like it could be fun...]

[And so he pulls a piece of silver out of his pocket and throws it over into a corner -- creating a nice loud clatter to try and spook them while he's still unseen.]


4. Wildcard
[Hit me up on plurk at randomsnarfle if you wanna plot out something specific!]

[personalwar]

[ As soon as 76 hears the sound of a blade sliding out of its sheath, he releases the bandit and darts out of the way. For as irreverent as this guy has seemed so far, he apparently knows how to use a sword. Then again, he wouldn't be a very good criminal if he didn't have some sort of combat know-how.

Somehow 76 doubts that he'll actually stick to this supposed promise of telling him everything if he beats him in a fight, but if he needs to knock him out to get him in cuffs, then so be it.

For a split second he glances down at the gun at his hip. He could shoot him in the kneecap and call it a day, but he doesn't know if he wants to escalate it to that extent; the gunshot would attract a lot of attention. ]

It's all over? What do you mean?

[ Not that he expects to get a real answer. After letting out a breath, 76 charges at the bandit, running at him head-on; once close enough, he aims a punch at his face and then jabs his other elbow at his sword-arm, aiming to make him drop it. ]

[natha]

No problem!

It will have happened on some days before the delivery of the heart/skull, which is ICly the 20th!

[nysan]

[ And he's blessed for that very reason, that the man decides not (yet?) to shoot him. Nhays has never personally wielded projectile weaponry - it's a little too impersonal for his taste - but it's well-known that such a weapon could be disadvantageous for he who prefers close-combat. It's a blessing and... and insult, actually. Going easy, are ya? You might regret that, he's thinking. ]

You think the skull's the only thing we're after? I mean, it's a pretty skull, but what're we gonna do with that junk?!

[ He'll give him that, only because he's finally playing. The first strike of his is calculated, and Nhays is able to evade the impact by canting his neck - he makes the mistake of paying too much attention to that nearly misses the second attempt. He nearly drops his blade in the process, but backs away before he's able to show weakness. ]

C'mon, c'mon, let's play some more!

Setsuna F. Seiei | Gundam 00

[jesus_is_gundam]

I. Kahlo Village - Taming Fields

[Setsuna isn't used to working with wild animals, and it shows. While he's managed to understand the training he's received, putting it into action has proven difficult, and the eighrei he's chosen as his temporary mount doesn't seem to want to cooperate with him. The beast doesn't seem to mind his presence, and is fine with eating out of his hand, but every attempt to mount it ends with Setsuna being shrugged off. After his latest try sent him tumbling to the grass, he can only pick himself, dust himself off, and stare at the creature who hasn't moved off, almost as if its daring him to try again.]

I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Do you have any ideas?


II. TFLN, 4:20 Edition, un:iamgundam

[Whether the message is meant for you or not, whether you even know the sender or not, you get a strange text sent to your device.]

a. I'm in the back of the lounge, it looks like outer space and everything feels like rice.

b. Time is starting to glow.

c. There's glitter everywhere but no one is naked this time.

d. I feel bad for the whales, they'll never experience outer space.

[Respond if you dare]


III. Khalo - Accommodations | Potentially NSFW | Potential Telepathy (opt-in if you wish if you want him to get a sense of your character's thoughts)

[For once, Setsuna looks relaxed. He's laying back against a large pillow, his hands resting behind his head as he stares up at a patch of the night sky. If anyone takes a closer look, they may notice that his eyes are glowing slightly. He isn't smoking any fyrra, but there's plenty around should anyone want some. It isn't a concern at the moment.]

This place is peaceful. I don't know if it will stay that way.


IV. Thesa Station - Observation Room

[That message from Darna, being played back on an endless loop, it was less than comforting. Setsuna's been in the observation room for some time, trying to get some information out of the computers, but nothing there is responding to any of his input.]

This console isn't working. Are you able to get a response from over there?

i-b.

[arcane]

[ it makes sense that people would be curious to these new creatures. they're unique, even against a lot of arjuna's own personal experiences. hence, he also discovers himself a little curious. though, unlike most, he remains at a careful distance, mostly observing how others interact with them than any direct contact himself. so far, it's been giving him a lot of working tidbits of knowledge. and... well.

he sees this may have been a fairly good call on his end as he watches this particular individual attempt to mount the eighrei. at the comment, he gives a small hint of sympathy as he gives a brief shake of his head. ] I'm not certain if that's the case.

[ as if to prove the theory, he comes in closer... the creature doesn't seem to enthused about it, either. its leg obviously tensing. ]

As you can see for yourself. [ he isn't human, after all. ]

[willrevile]

[ Jim knocks his knuckles against the nearest pod, just lightly. Don't want to jinx anything. His smile is lopsided and not wholly cheerful, given everything going on, but it's there. ] Me, too. And-- sometimes I do find myself missing artificial gravity, which is weird.

[ He motions for her to come with him, and he clicks the light on his shoulder on as they walk. A little easier than the flashlight, since the rest of the ship is still experiencing all this bullshit. ]

Science and machinery advancing is like .. everything keeps happening, just on an increasingly precise scale, but it's still that same trajectory. You're a doctor, you know that injuries need to be held still to heal. It's the same concept with people in stasis. They're being held so still that not even their atoms are moving. So all this stuff - [ he gestures, meaning Thesa around them ] - is a car, is a wristwatch, is a pulley system. Learning to interact with it isn't any different.

[ Except for the cold, merciless vacuum of space on the other side of the bulkhead walls, but whatever. ]

Obviously there's, you know, a pretty steep gap in between a passenger on a ship who understands evacuation protocol and a warp core engineer. But that's how it is for anything.

[ Darma's message continues to echo, though Jim's taken the liberty of switching several hallway speakers off just to save the headache - as they walk, the lights flicker then go entirely black, and Jim huffs, moving forward to a door that's now closed with no power left to open it. ] C'mon.. [ muttered, at the edge of it. Poking around for the override. ]

i. we're not talking about our shared clown trauma

[beknight]

[ Everything dangerous in here needs to sleep. Bruce is lurking, quietly, after having checked on his family members and others', and like a nail pulled to a magnet he is nearby those fucking clowns with something absolutely sharp in his pocket. Just still, as a statue, waiting. ]

We've got to stop meeting like this.

[ There's no humor in it. ]

ii.

[arcane]

[ within the halls of natha, people piloted ships and utilized a teleporter. something to travel instantaneously. in olympia, carriages seemed far more common. in wyver, dragons. here, they seem to use a different convention altogether. these small differences were subtle, perhaps, but it's still intriguing to note. much like these tree guardians who take the khaki people up to the several different tiers of the canopies.

some seem to have fun, others find it commonplace enough. even to nap atop of them. it's a speed that arjuna can't envision finding comfort or solace enough for slumber, but it's a unique proposition, he supposed. it's in these observations that he hears mika's words. "amazing." ] I suppose it is. [ it's certainly a different culture and way of life, and well... he had respect for that.

he then looks thoughtfully back towards it. ] Would you like to try?