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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-07-16 04:47 pm
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❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

You've spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Now, the time to put all your survival training into practice has arrived: El Nysa needs you, and you're here to help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

THE DESCENT    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar, where a large-scale teleporter awaits. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait; everyone will be sent down to the planet together. Before they depart, all refugees will be given a cold weather survival kit with warm clothing, rations, and bedding.

The arrays build into a brilliant wash of light, creating a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa, teleporting the refugees to the planet on an aurora. Once on the planet's surface, refugees receive one last message from Darma.

It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet we must ask you to brave further peril. Within Nadril are the secrets to how poor Ysverai's revival was hidden from our sight and how this disaster has come to our star. Find the first refugee from beyond this planet, a man named Magda. He will not speak to us, for much has come between us, but to you… If you prove yourselves, he may be willing to answer your questions. We beseech you, for there is a veil over Nadril that hides all within from us. There may yet be more untold dangers waiting to befall this planet. For the good of all who make this world home, we ask you to lend us your aid.

There is yet one more favor we would ask of you. In warding off the Storm's encroachment, the physical aspect of ourselves that you call Thesa Station was damaged. We must remain to continue repairs to El Nysa and to deal with Ysverai, but there should be suitable technology within Nadril that could be used for spare parts. If you have the chance to find it and can return it to us, it would hasten—


Darma's message crackles with static, another image overlaying hers — her broadcast is cut off and replaced with another. A more sullen and alien voice takes Darma’s place, overlapping on itself in an ominous reveal.

It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet you’ve only just arrived here. To say I’m not disappointed in your… generation would be to lie, and I am nothing if not an honest creature. But I suppose these have been unusual circumstances. You must ask yourself this — are you only here as Darma's lapdogs? I can assure you, it's not worth being on the Natha's leash. With time, that will be something you'll have to learn for yourself. If you're so determined to come find Nadril, then follow the path north, and you'll find the border. What awaits you is revelation, if you're up to the challenge.


A FROZEN LAND    

The refugees land on a literally frozen world, both in temperature and time. Curls of icy wind hold swirls of snow aloft and an uncanny silence is broken only by the crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. Only Darma's protection allows the refugees to move through this frozen world — and movement is very necessary. Bitter cold sneaks through even the thickest clothing and without warning, a snowstorm rises: unnaturally quickly, a wall of white howls directly in the refugee's path. Bizarrely, the way back is perfectly calm; it's obvious that this storm is no product of nature.

Magda's challenge becomes clear: the only way to Nadril lies through this storm. Visibility within the storm is near zero, the whiteout hiding any landmarks from view and making navigation near impossible. The only guidance refugees have is a sporadic path of faint, greenish lights, easily lost in the raging storm. Refugees need all the survival skills they practiced on Thesa Station to survive, for getting lost alone is a death sentence. Luckily, those separated from the group can happen upon guiding lights Magda has planted throughout the tundra. These blue-white sparks cause frostbite if handled recklessly, but they also serve as directional anchors, turning into ghostly flames that lead lost souls back to the path to Nadril.

The trek through the storm will be no mean feat and will last for the better part of three days. By the time the refugees reach Nadril's gate, most will find themselves exhausted and running on fumes. As the snowstorm dies away and a gap in the glittering forcefield around the city opens to usher the refugees inside, it's clear that Nadril is a different beast.

A WARM(?) WELCOME    

I. Despite the unforgiving journey, entering Nadril is painless. Once inside, characters will be greeted by their predecessors: the original refugees who made this advanced city. They'll immediately be offered medical attention, as well as warm cider and blankets. But it's obvious that the Nadril citizens prefer higher tech to fend off the weather: they also offer wristlets and ear cuffs that that double as mittens and earmuffs by creating warm bubbles of air. The earrings also feature a few quality of life programs, such as timed alarms and thought-to-speech messaging. However, both programs are in beta stages so it's not unusual for a stray thought to accidentally slip through or an alarm to accidentally ring at an inopportune time.



II. Refugees are offered free lodging in a large, crystalline building crafted from ice. Despite the coarse building material, the ice is unmelting and surprisingly well-insulated, and the beds are as warm and cozy. The rooms are, however, small. The sleeping quarters house two people, and are some cross between an igloo and a capsule hotel.

Though built for efficiency over comfort, all rooms are also outfitted with the latest Nadril AI, RoboAlfred, or Ralf for short. This helpful program is installed in practically all the furnishings: the closet tells guests to bundle up, the bathroom sink reminds them to brush their teeth, and the mirror offers helpful fashion tips. Ralf's personality matrix still needs polish, though: it may very well insult your clothes and passively-aggressively question your lifestyle choices for the entire stay.



III. Though not as advanced as Thesa Station, the colony has technology far beyond the rest of the continent, such as rudimentary AIs and mechanical transportation. Nadril's skyline is a point of pride — refugees can take a (literal) lightrail that gives an aerial view of the colony, which is hewn almost entirely from ice and rock. Despite its tech, Nadril is much more sparsely populated than Olympia and Wyver, and its residents stay near a central hub: a Natha refugee drop ship, Central, which has crashed and long embedded itself into the earth.

Central is similar to an older, smaller, grounded model of Thesa Station, in functional order with round-the-clock solar power. Within Central are lounges similar to ones on the Station, though many of the damaged areas have been converted. They include repair stations, different wings dedicated to science, botany, astrology, and mechanics, and a research and history facility, which has a smattering of technology from planets beyond El Nysa — including your own. The staff here don't mind if anything is sampled and studied, but objects cannot be taken from the labs.



IV. On the outskirts of the central hub, many will find several curious looking bots with insect-like wings perched about high traffic walkways. Simply passing the bots will cause a dizzying flash before a series of photos print out. Upon closer inspection, people will find that these images reflect stills taken from their home worlds as they remember it. Unfortunately, these photos only last a couple of hours at best. At that time, they will revert back to regular pictures of the refugees.

People will be encouraged to share these images of their worlds. The residents of Nadril comprehend the value of remembering one's origins, and will be pleased to see that people still hold memories of old homes close to them.

RECREATION IN NADRIL    

I. Small, mechanical creatures scampering through the city are a common sight. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that they come from a shop called Paws About Town. They’re very useful, as companions, gophers, and couriers (though the more mischievous will note that they’re just small enough to keep tabs on people without being noticed).

Premade robotic pets are available on display inside the shop. They come in all shapes, but small sizes; one may be able to find robots that even look like miniature creatures from their homeworld. These are a part of a new, highly customizable line with programmable personalities. Customers have the chance to take pets for a one-day trial run. Those who don’t know how to program may want to enlist more knowledgeable aid, but the pets come with instructional pamphlets for basic personality traits such as obedience, helpfulness, playfulness, and bloodthirst.

For returns, the switch to wipe the robot's personality to a blank slate is on the back of its neck, right between a switch to invert all traits, and a switch to have them learn by observing. Try not to press the wrong switch — you might wind up with a pet with a mind of its own!



II. A. The Frosty Tap Cantina is a thriving hub of activity, but one of the major draws is the self-service bar: molecular mixology is wildly popular here. Playing with drink compositions can be a game in and of itself, and newcomers to the cantina will find that the bartender — a cheerful woman with lilac skin and three eyes — is always happy to give them a few tips on how to use the wide array of tools within reach of the barstools.

All manner of drinks are possible — from glowing, layered cocktails, to clear drinks with colored, spherical bubbles and vividly-colored shots that give off their own smoke. There's a nightly contest in the cantina for the most creative drink created by a team — this may be as good a time as any to partner up with someone and see what can you come up with. Winner gets all their drinks for the night free!

And, hey, even if you don't win, you get to drink whatever you make. The well-lubricated patrons of the bar are eager to challenge anyone nearby to a different sort of drinking game… Just how well can you hold your liquor?

B. Holo-screens in the cantina are nearly always broadcasting some match or another of a game that looks very much like hockey, albeit played with sticks that light up and a puck that changes shape from time to time. Colonists here merely refer to the game as "the sport," and one of their favored pastimes is betting. However, they don't use currency — they wager dares. Nadril colonists are a tough, weathered lot, and they prefer to speak with actions over silver.

Colonists will urge the refugees to take part as well. Common dares range from the ridiculous (lead a sing-a-long, attempt to make someone with a poker face smile) to the suggestive (kiss the person in the cantina you find most attractive, strip off a piece of clothing), to the outright reckless (venture out into the snow for a certain amount of time, and no one will judge if you find some company to keep warm). The colonists are unfazed by even the most insane or tawdry of dares — but you'll certainly be called a killjoy for refusing too often! Why not grab a friend and give it a whirl, or challenge a rival to a dare yourself?
THE MISSION    

I. On the outskirts of Nadril is the communications tower of the old refugees. This is where Magda resides, monitoring Nadril's technological protections, the extent of the Natha’s influence, and running his own personal projects for El Nysa’s technological advancement. It is isolated, filled with research labs and relics of the past refugees who have come to El Nysa — a living mausoleum of worlds swallowed up by the Storm whose peoples have refused to forget where they came from.

Crew photos line the walls of the tower: pictures of alien families and friends, the refugees who came to Nadril before you. Each group of photos gradually becomes smaller in number, and the most recent of the pictures are from half a century ago. Magda's picture can be found among the first group of refugees, an unusually small cluster of photos dating back centuries in El Nysa's past.

I have been on this planet for nearly two centuries. Life has come, evolved, and collided in an ever expanding culture. But Darma fears interference, and made this place a prison, with she our warden, stifling the growth of the creatures native to this world rather than encouraging them to flourish.

She sent you here for answers in her stead because she knows I'll spurn her, and after seeing what that fool Raysc has wrought, I'll give you them — not for Darma's sake, but because I trust after all the Natha have done to you, you'll understand my decision. Mistakes were made, and I won't hide them. You've made it here so there's some mettle to you, and unlike the Orbiters, I'm not interested in hiding the secrets of the dangers we face.

I gave Raysc what he needed to keep his actions hidden from Darma's eyes — what he needed to advance the primitive magics the Natha had doomed him to. It was old Natha tech, Darma's very own used against her. Hilarious, isn't it? Raysc learned of Nadril, and like you, braved the snow to find his way here. He proved his worth and his determination, and he spoke of a brighter future, El Nysa coming into its own, its people realizing their true potential, unhindered by the shackles that had been put upon them. I believed him. He had vision — or so I thought. In truth, he was a fool. A madman. He wasted the opportunity I gave him on his petty vengeance.

But not everyone on this planet is such an idiot. Surely you lot aren't. The Natha are hiding things from us — about the Storm, about everything. And here in Nadril, we're going to find all those secrets. What's it going to be? Will you help us, or are you going to stay obedient dogs on Darma's leash?


Magda isn't too talkative yet; after all, the new flock of refugees may just be here as eyes and ears for the Orbiters. But what he has said leaves you with plenty to talk about, and if you can earn his trust by helping out around Nadril, he doubtless has a great deal more to reveal.

II. Central isn't the only Natha ship that made its way to El Nysa — another, crashed just outside Nadril's borders, is little more than a junk heap. It's here that you'll find the spare parts Darma asked you to retrieve for Thesa Station.

What remains of the ship's hull serves as a windbreak, and snow has built up against it, turning the piles of old Natha tech inside into something of a snowy morass. Holes in the deck offer would-be scavengers passage to the ship's innards, barely illuminated with flickering lights — the tech is old, but hardy enough to withstand a crash landing, the severe weather, and the passage of centuries.

Deep in the wreck are the remains of living quarters, research labs, VR arenas, mecha bays, cafeterias, and a host of other rooms, many of which may seem familiar from Thesa Station, albeit with a decidedly older feel to what remains of the smooth curves and sleek surfaces of the Natha architecture. Most of the ship's systems are damaged and the technology is nonfunctional, but that just means there's plenty of spare parts to be found. The wreck isn't in the best shape, its structural integrity damaged, and the drifting snow threatens to block off exit routes. Be careful while exploring and be sure to bring a partner.

As it turns out, Darma isn't the only one interested in the wreck — Magda is also eager to get his hands on Natha technology. In his own way of taking some responsibility for Raysc, he's asking scavengers to bring him parts, muttering about seeing what he can do about Ysverai's curse. Bring him anything that looks useful, and he may have a chance to succeed, though whether he'll be more effective than the Natha Orbiters is up for debate...

FINAL OOC NOTES    
An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NADRIL REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE BY AUGUST 5TH, 11:59 PM EST.

As always, feel free to create your own prompts and explore the Nadril location page! There are a variety of activities made available, including fishing and cave exploration!

Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you!

lednikovyy: CW (Touched by angels)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-27 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been informed, yeah.

[ Missing memories aren't a new concept for Bucky, either, but they are an unnerving one, even if he's not the only one this has happened to. ]

I take it we knew each other?
pebblestone: official art (fe:a) (pic#11550781)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Catching up and catching cold, though the chase has at least warmed him up somewhat.

He catches his clothes but doesn't put them on just yet, more concerned about the future of their would-be villain. ]


Of course. But I'd like to hear the reasoning behind her actions, lest there be some key factor the both of us are missing.

[ Was it merely to sow chaos? Did she have a personal vendetta against him? Did she simply need funds for an ailing child and decided the best way to procure said funds was to rip the shirt of a stranger's back?

Whatever the reason, it seems their culprit is unwilling to speak, a mulish frown on her face as she glares at the both of them. Frederick takes a step closer and adopts his best disapproving look. ]


Come now, it'll be for your own benefit if you simply explain why.

[ Still no response. Are they gonna have to play good cop, bad cop... ]
impavid: (❖ I knocked and crossed my fingers)

[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-28 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Good thing you've got me, then."

He sits on the bed and moves to slide under the covers, turns in toward Ianto and braces one hand the other side of him -- leaning into his space just enough to crowd him and lowering his voice to a playful whisper.

"I've been told I'm pretty hot, but I could always use a second opinion."
pebblestone: official art (fe:a) (pic#11550771)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ On the bright side, said foul beast isn't attacking him just yet. On the not bright side, it also hasn't left yet, his raised voice and belligerent look clearly not enough to scare it away.

The fact that it hasn't pounced and tried to murder him in cold blood leeches some of his fear from him, replacing it with more lukewarm bafflement. He still doesn't move from his spot but his raised arm does droop a bit as he scrutinizes the wolf on his bed. (His bed!! Will he ever get to sleep tonight?) ]


What do you want? I doubt I'm particularly tasty, if that's what you're after.

[ Why is he talking to it like it understands what he's saying? Who knows. ]
1701: ( commission / dnt ) (0340)

issa vibe

[personal profile] 1701 2018-07-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Iowa had rough winters, [ he says, ] but we still stayed inside during snow storms.

[ Because it's miserable, as they all experienced. Jim has to wonder at Madga's thinking; what if everyone sympathetic to his cause died? What if there were two dozen geniuses willing to be loyal to him just couldn't make it? Reckless and short-sighted. Like helping Rasyc.

But: ]
I say it looks good. Shall we?

[ And assuming they do, inside is just to one side of dimly lit, with low comfortable seating arranged around a central fire pit, its skinny chimney hovering above it and vanishing up into the ceiling. It's not empty, but everyone is keeping to themselves, enjoying the relaxed and toasty atmosphere. ]
botw: (3)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
I might be able to shorten the distance.

[ his appearance is mightily deceiving. but other than his sword and shield hanging from his back, the patterned cloth used for one thing (and one thing only) hung close by for emergency purposes. unconsciously, he rubs the fabric. ]

Would you like to ride along? I need to use my arms, but...

[ it's cold, but the coat is a godsend. ]
botw: (2)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ his cheeks turn pink again, as he rubs the back of his head. he's never heard his gift called 'cool' before, especially when most will panic and look extremely surprised to the point of not caring about the source. ]

T-thanks. [ the bravado and confidence is still there, but he's... well, nervous. it's not like he's a performer or anything. the ability is supposed to fry those around him, but instead it sort of... fizzles. ]

Your ability is probably more useful, though we probably don't need our feet off the ground.

[ ugh, he can't wipe the blush off. ]
pebblestone: official art (fe:h) (pic#12329840)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's doomed.

Common sense says he absolutely should not drink it if he values his life. On the other hand, while Chrom sleeps his life away in one of those pods, it's his duty to maintain order within the (four awake) Shepherds and keep troop morale high and camaraderie going. And the rules of camaraderie state that it's only polite for him to at least try a sip of whatever Henry's whipped up for him before he declines the rest.

So—Frederick picks it up, visibly grimaces, and takes the tiniest sip of the drink. Maybe it'll build character, help him endure hardship.

As it turns out, the only thing it does is fill his mouth with the most foul taste he's ever witnessed in his life. He chokes, hacks, basically coughs up a lung as he tries to get the taste out of his mouth.

Someone please get him a glass of water. ]
lednikovyy: CW (They gave us two shots)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-28 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's relieved that it doesn't come up, whether because she doesn't notice or not. It's not something he's ready to face yet. Not like this. It's bad enough to know that Steve knows, that he's known for who-knows-how-long and never brought it up until Stark had asked him. ]

No. I'm just reminding you that I'm a gentleman.

[ His smile is warm, though, because it's not really about proving a point, anyway. He likes and respects her. That's not likely to change and it's nice to try on being his old self a little. It's easier around her, because she knew him like that. He can almost forget that he has to try so hard. ]
seeingscarlet: (girl; 014)

a warm welcome

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2018-07-28 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Wanda is personally wary of the ear cuffs - who knows what would happen if an actual psychic wore one? Would she just start broadcasting her thoughts to everyone around her? Not cool. But the ringing alarm (which is still ringing...and still ringing) distracts her from her thoughts. She looks over at Clarke, wincing sympathetically.]

Maybe you pressed the wrong button?
torchwoodteaboy: (smile blush)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-07-28 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ianto isn't really certain where this is going until John is leaning over him and whispering like that. Whispering what has to be one of the worst pick up lines Ianto has heard in a while, but he honestly wouldn't have it any other way. It's mad and perfect and utterly John, the ridiculous panda shirt and all.

"Is that so?" he asks, flicking his eyes up to meet the other man's, his lips quirking at the sides despite his better judgment, before he reaches a hand up to brace against the other man's shoulder. Just at the edge of his collar, curling his fingers just under the hem of the fabric. Playing his cool touch against the warmth of his skin below.
pebblestone: garbagebird@tumblr (pic#12329864)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ One does what one must for the good of his liege. And also keeping warm in such chilly temperatures is of utmost important.

He doesn't hesitate when Olivia asks, nodding immediately. ]


Of course. I had originally meant to knit caps and scarves for the Shepherds [ since neither Chrom nor Lissa are here ] but if they would be beneficial to you in some other way, then I am most happy to contribute.

[ The Shepherds are a team, after all, and what benefits one is sure to benefit them all.

Most of the time, at least. ]
romancekiller: (pic#8611951)

[personal profile] romancekiller 2018-07-28 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[clarke was a bit focused on the abrupt ringing that the alarm had causes but hearing the question, she looks up and gives a slightly sheepish look before she just nods] Wanda, hey&mdash yeah, I think it had to be something like that though I'm not too sure how to turn this off.
reek: (pic#11689538)

[personal profile] reek 2018-07-28 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s just a spike in his anxiety, but he doesn’t go over the edge like he had on the ship. He manages to firmly remain grounded in reality, though his heart pounds in his chest and his eyes are wide. It’s a ridiculous thing to get upset about, but most things are. ]

Alright.

[ He wants to pull away from her, but he knows she won’t be happy if he goes back to struggling, so he falls silent instead. ]
pebblestone: tacticianeleanor@tumblr (pic#12329906)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, he's still not seeing the problem here, though he supposes the fur might be a deterrent. Even so: ]

Could you not perhaps request they make a version with fur on the outside? Surely it wouldn't be very difficult to attach.

[ Not that he's ever made a robot before, he doesn't know, but surely the exterior is far simpler than the interior. (He peered inside a television once and honestly the number of wires contained inside was baffling.) ]

And if you're considered with carrying it around on your shoulders, perhaps you could try it now? I would be happy to place one upon your shoulders.

[ Admittedly they don't look very bendy and Caleb would probably have to walk very carefully and stiffly but....it's sort of like the real thing? ]
nineteenfortyfive: (NERVES)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-07-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She's never liked his silence because she knows that when he's not running his mouth, he's in his own head. Better to hear some sometimes harsh or unpleasant things than that. So, after a few moments of marching through the snow, she speaks again with a glance in his direction.]

I did always like hearing what you had to say. Still do. I always felt you were more honest when you told me things. Didn't have a reason to impress me or protect my delicate feelings.
poolhall_killer: (not impressed)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-07-28 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
It was, which made it both interesting and harrowing to watch. They probably play it in order to keep their temperature up.

[He sips his tea, realizing it's already cooled off considerably. Damn ice rooms.

HUFF.]


Now I'm almost tempted to go back down there for more hot tea...
pebblestone: garbagebird@tumblr (pic#12329870)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-28 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wow, he knows how to barter, thank you very much???

Though he's not sure if she does once the price leaves her mouth. He blinks, utterly taken aback at just how high the number is, convinced he must have heard her wrong. When seconds pass and she doesn't crack a smile, he realizes that he had not, in fact, heard her wrong. ]


You must be joking.

[ He's not paying that much for a bloodied piece of animal pelt?? ]
pullsheavendown: (※ in the shadows all my time)

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-28 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know the exact way. It has to do with the darkness that separates worlds from one another.

[The Heartless didn't think the way that Nobodies did—at least some of them—but darkness was darkness. Maybe they made their own paths with it. Which makes Roxas think of a way he can explain it, at least partly; he raises a hand and calls forth a corridor of darkness about ten feet away.]

Kind of like that. Except this won't take you nearly as far.
poolhall_killer: (tea break)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-07-28 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Venom can sympathize with not being built for cold weather. He's had his share of assignments during harsh winters, but he always bundled up more than he had to. And it still didn't prepare him for this place.

He sits next to Ianto, keeping a close eye on his acquaintance to make sure he doesn't suffer any lingering side effects. "I'll take a hot toddy with brandy please, if you have it." The barkeep works quickly before serving up a clear mug with some very strong-smelling tea and alcohol. It better be tea or else...

"Cheers." Venom lifts his glass and toasts.
notwagging: (72)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-28 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ he slows down for a moment, tilting his head down as he stares at Haru.

did she just... say... she'd... go with him?

???

??????????????????? ]


Are you sure? [ commence the nervous tail wagging. ] It might be dirty. Or gross. Or the bugs might be as big as me. I don't make the rules around here, so...
notwagging: <user name="bittenbittern"> (3a)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-28 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... okay. Makes sense.

[ he can't think anything else of it. not all worlds are like his, and he's come to terms with that a while ago. but it makes him happy not all of them are filled with danger, wars, and showers. ]

For sport? Like for money? [ he pulls back a little, not out of dislike of Ren's affection, but more to just stretch and reposition himself so he could be more comfortable. ]

I like your hair as is. It looks... nice.
pullsheavendown: (※ always in this twilight)

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-28 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well, all right. It sounds nice, for a little while at least. Roxas gives him a sheepish smile as he perches hesitantly on the man's very large knee. (Something about it seems familiar, but what...?)

"Thanks," he says. "I'm Roxas. Wow—you weren't kidding about having extra heat."
priorly: (➣ marvels)

[personal profile] priorly 2018-07-28 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Prior at first takes this as someone with medical concern (miraculously revived or not, his shitty eyesight remains true), offering a quick smile and small fluttering bow, vamping-]

Why thank you. It's an act I perform eight times a week.

[And then his eyes narrow a little, as Jim gets closer and fuzzy eyesight meets fuzzy memory. A friend? Ah.]

Although, I had the strangest dream. And you were there...
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] not interested)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2018-07-28 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"He was far from snobbish," Venom snaps. The young assassin considered himself humble, but Lord Zato had a kindness that was all his own. No one else saw it.

That has Venom thinking. He had been building up, moving past that job and leaving it via "death". "I am something more, aren't I..." He's a sort of medic now, a healer. Giving life instead of taking it.