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❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?
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" While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — 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.
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. 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!
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Members of Group A: 
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[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?
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[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?
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[Chuuya nods. He’s taken a little trip there with Atsushi.]
Yeah. The Mossleys were really something. Apparently they’re drawn to people who share a strong bond.
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Mossleys. I've heard of them; I should like to see one, too. They say they are very gentle, for their size - is it true that flowers grow from their horns...?
[how fantastical, if they do...!]
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[Chuuya reaches up to remove his hat and reveals a small, pink flower resting atop his head. It was the only convenient place to store it, after all.
He takes it in hand, very gently, and lets Linneus take a look.]
They enjoy having them picked. Guess it doesn’t hurt them, because it licked me after.
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How marvellous...! I suppose if their name is anything to go by they must just grow. Is it a nuisance to them, I wonder...?
[hesitantly, reaching for his roll of pencils and brushes]
...may I? It will only take a moment, I promise...
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Not sure.
[Oh! Linneus wants to draw the flower? Chuuya is perfectly fine with that.]
Yeah, sure. Go for it.
[He holds it out for Linneus to study.]
I dunno if I ever asked what kind of plants you like best. Just curious.
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a light hum as he sketches in little feathery strokes - though the flower takes shape under his pencil, coming to life with a little watercolour]
Mmm? I favour roses - my house used to grow them...
[but then there are some that have a bittersweet association; like the jasmine that used to grow in the gardens. Small shrubs, even smaller and more delicate flowers, and yet the scent would always carry up even to the rooftops, when he and Xanthe used to stargaze together.
Stroking his brush across one of the pans and applying a touch of detail to the petals tips-]
Freesias and lilies are lovely as well - lavender too - for scent...
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Roses are nice.
[Chuuya never cared much about flowers back home, but roses have always held a certain appeal. They smell nice, too.
He watches with interest as Linneus sketches the flower, the pop of color from the paints making it come alive on the page. It’s definitely impressive what the guy can do with art supplies.]
Those all smell pretty good. I have a friend that makes perfumes, actually.
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[hard to do, without decimating the Teahouse's rose bushes. But the scent has always clung to him, somehow - or so he has been told. A couple of finishing touches; a little note in pen - fountain pen - to identify the bloom as a “Mossley Flower” before setting the page aside to dry.]
What manner of perfumes? Is this Reign's establishment...?
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[It really is a beautiful drawing, and Chuuya is glad to have contributed to it.]
One of scents - “Wildfire” - was inspired by me.
[He’s actually not bragging, just stating a fact.]
I think it fits me pretty well. The scent and the name.
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[of course, they may actually have a better home with Reign. Linneus does't often wear scent]
I shall have to sample it in person, then!
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[If he hasn’t already. Reign seemed pretty excited to make all kinds of new scents.
Chuuya’s expression softens as he studies the flower in his hands.]
Never thought I’d care about perfume. Or animals. Or flowers. Or anything but fighting and drinking and fucking. Can’t say I’m too pissed off about being proven wrong.
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[the vials might be better off with Reign, now he thinks of it.]
Some people think it's not... manly.
[people like his first master. And while Linneus knows that Master Atros' opinion wasn't the be-all and end-all, it was shared by so many others who had wandered through his life. He cannot help, really, that it stays with him]
But it is good, I think. To be able to appreciate simple things.
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[Chuuya was raised by a woman who enjoyed dressing him up and styling his hair, and even putting makeup on him on occasion. Mr. Big Bad Mafia can appreciate feminine things...especially scandalous things best hidden under clothing.]
Perfume is just cologne with a different label and a more flowery scent. Nothing to be ashamed of.
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Ah. That they can, I suppose.
Isn't it strange, how things stay with us? I know that the view isn't necessarily correct but I've heard it so often...
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[Chuuya’s expression grows solemn as he glances away.]
The past has a way of sticking with you. Even if it hurts.
[But now he’s looking back at Linneus, gaze intense.]
I dunno much about your past, but it seems like it hangs over you too. Like it’s something you can’t quite shake. Or maybe you don’t even wanna shake it, even though you know you should. I know the feeling, trust me.
[Boy does he ever.]
But if you ever just wanna vent about it, go right ahead. I don’t blab to anyone about stuff like that, so.
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Thank you. I will remember.
[He knows the feelings Chuuya is describing all too well - and he could have asked whether he was really so obvious. Instead-]
But doesn't it hang over us all? The places we've lost, the people...
[he's not unique, in any sense. They have all lost - all have someone in stasis up on the station. And he doesn't imagine himself even a moment to be alone, in the things he has experienced. The upsets may be different for every person, but no pain is more or less valid than another.]
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[Chuuya had lost his purpose the moment his world had been consumed by the storm, and yet he continues to live, continues search for some worthwhile cause to serve. One day he’ll find it, he’s certain, but for now he just has to survive.]
But we gotta keep going, cause living in the past isn’t an option. There’s nowhere to go but forward.
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...do you tend to avoid the station? The sleepers...?
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[It’s far too frustrating to see people from his past that are right there and yet still out of reach.]
One was my boss, the other the woman that raised me, and then one of my subordinates.
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[afraid to look, afraid of what he might find. What if there was no one? What if there was everyone? He had almost thought to search, after the kidnapping when he was up at the station to be healed, but what good would that have done him? What would they have been able to do sleeping, what would he, save curling up to cry at their feet? Heaven knew Linneus had wanted to, for a long while, for whatever sort of comfort that might have brought him, but he had talked himself out of such foolishness. Pushed himself more toward those he now had, instead.]
But it must be reassuring. Knowing at least they are there - that they may wake, yet?
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[In all honesty? Having Mori awaken would throw Chuuya’s new life for a loop. Without the Port Mafia to command, what would he occupy himself with? It’s odd to think about.]
Maybe your people will wake up too.
[Chuuya isn’t one to give false hope, but the possibility is there.]
Oh yeah, where’s Lula?
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[on that, his feelings of conflict have returned. For a time - during his kidnapping, and after - there was nothing he would have wanted more, the comfort of someone familiar come to get him, and he had been glad to accept the delusions his mind offered him.
It would be good, still, to see someone from home in the flesh - any of them, but it’s Xanthe he longs for and fears for the most. Because he knows well enough everything he has built here can so easily be taken away.
But eternal sleep... it might as well be death. Or worse, as Chuuya says. At least death is final; at least the dead can be mourned and moved on from.]
Lula is at home, still. I wasn’t sure how to get her past the barrier...
[but she has her babysitters! There’s Miss Claire, and all the daughters at the Sanctuary...]
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Chuuya’s expression brightens with the talk of Lula. He really has grown attached to her.]
Same goes for Apollo and Daifuku. Didn’t want to risk it.
[A chuckle.]
She might try to eat the colorful flowers, huh?
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