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nysalogs2017-10-03 09:35 am
daemonized) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-03 09:35 am
[ OPEN ]
Who: Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) & YOU!
When: Event things! All throughout October.
Where: All around.
Warning(s): None... yet. Will add if necessary.
i. market district;
ii. red light district;
iii. wildcard;
daemonized) & YOU!When: Event things! All throughout October.
Where: All around.
Warning(s): None... yet. Will add if necessary.
i. market district;
[He wasn’t nearby when the explosion had shook the market district, though panic spreads quickly, and the aftermath of such an event is impossible to ignore. Even more so for Ardyn, being part of the royal guard — being delegated orders to provide aid and investigate, it is his own curiosities that truly drive him farther into the area to assist. Granted, his form of “assistance” might be lacking compared to those who are rushing to and fro, enveloped in a frantic need of wanting to help. Instead, it’s easier for him remain calm, more unaffected, eyes taking in the area with a sense of detachment that’s perhaps less than appropriate for the situation at hand. If you need to talk to him, he’s easy enough to spot in the crowd. More specifically, a few things that take place are:
A.) An elderly man, a vendor whose wares had been toppled over completely in the explosion, requires help retrieving his goods now strewn all about the street. Textiles and clothing of various colors, one of which seems to hang high up, caught on the corner of a rooftop of a nearby building. It billows, not unlike a flag flying in the breeze. Ardyn cranes his head up to look at it. Then he says, to the person closest to him:]
Be so kind as to retrieve that for me, will you? I’ve already my hands full.
[And so it seems he does, various unravelled yards of cloth hanging over his arm.
B.) There are, of course, looters. As to be expected, people who would take advantage of tragedy for their own benefit, and the ironic part is that Ardyn generally would not care. And yet there are a couple of young men who are being so bold as to do so right in front of him — only down the street, where they appear to be scrounging around another vendor’s (not currently present) property: an array of decorative items, small enough to be thrown into a bag and carried off nonchalantly. Covered in filigree and adorned with precious gems. Certainly possessing high enough market value to sell for a quick profit.
It’s easy enough for Ardyn to close the distance, of course. A flash of magic, sword in his hand, and suddenly he’s warped from where he was standing to directly in front of one of the men — blade pressed up against his throat. The other looter freezes in shock, mid-crouch, in the midst of picking up a shiny bauble to steal.
The smile Ardyn gives them is… amused, but a little disconcerting.]
At least wait until the cover of night like proper thieves.
[If the second man is slowly reaching for a dagger at his hip, there’s zero indication of Ardyn either noticing or caring. What do you do, passerby?]
ii. red light district;
[Now it’s time for an investigation proper, and who says that all manner of secrets and rumors do not eventually make their way to the red light district? This is where you can find Ardyn tonight, skulking through alleyways and hovering near the edges of crowds, sometimes asking around, sometimes not. He is, of course, dressed in plain clothes, a hundred times more subdued than his usual tastes. No guard uniform, no outfit from Eos to turn any heads. Only Ardyn, looking like a commoner, hair tied back. His only indulgence is a maroon scarf, hanging loosely around his neck.
He is absolutely drawn to the sight of individuals speaking in hushed whispers, for often times they are not being as discreet as they believe. This time, it’s two women, huddled in an darkened alleyway, and Ardyn eyes them from where he stands. He catches something about “Wyver”, but will have to draw closer to hear anything more.
Are you a fellow refugee wanting to unravel this mystery further? Join him in figuring out a creative way to move closer without drawing any unwanted attentions. The women do seem to be on the lookout for anyone snooping around. Alternately, he may speak to you first, muttering:]
Just how inconspicuous can you be?
iii. wildcard;
[Open for future threads, or any prompts that you’d prefer to play out if none of these work! I can be found ataurajen to plot further if you’d like!]
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Does your word have... different kinds of magic? Or is it that all the people who have magic "teleport" as you do?
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[He laughs, then turns, waving for the man to follow. Time to pick up more cloth.]
Only those who share my bloodline can use this magic. It's a family trait.
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[this is new and strange and fascinating - he barely takes his eyes off the man as he stoops for another piece of cloth, shaking it out and folding it smooth]
So it isn't common? Is it known of by common folk in your world - magic?
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[He plucks another textile off of the ground. It's a bright scarlet red, and Ardyn holds it up to appreciate it while he speaks.]
The "common folk" of Eos were very aware that magic exists.
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[reaching out briefly to touch the dangling end of the fabric - too bright a red to be really his colour, but lovely, nonetheless. Withdrawing his hand a little shyly-]
Or do they ask as many questions as I do?
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[He grins.]
It is magic from the royal line. The people do take it in stride, simply because the talent is entrenched in history, and they've no true reason to complain.
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You're of royal blood, then? Is there some way I should address you...?
[...should he have been politer?]
Royalty from my world would usually be addressed as "Your Majesty" or "Your Highness", for example...
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Not at all. Merely "Ardyn" will do. Think nothing of my so-called "royal blood"; we're all equal here, aren't we? Our titles and homes destroyed all the same.
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[knowing what he does now - to not acknowledge the man's blood, when he has always been encouraged to give the proper respect, it is difficult not to.]
But if you should come to prefer another style, please don't hesitate...
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[No longer does he wish to be called by those titles, from a life long past.]
No point in standing on ceremony. Far too formal for my tastes, though I appreciate your consideration.
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[it will still be awkward, and it's hard for him to drop manners entirely.]
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Become to self-conscious of your own actions and conversation is fated to become awkward. My advice to you? Do whatever you think is comfortable. If a wayward title ends up being tossed my way, I won't be offended by it. It's just been a very long time since it's been relevant.
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[for fear of upsetting or angering a guest, his words have always been more tactfully modulated and having spent so long consciously making them so... he doesn't expect to ever lose that habit.
But perhaps he can be... looser? Perhaps that's all right.]
It is strange for me to be... familiar. But then it seems that many people are. I won't emulate them but perhaps I can take cues?
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What was it you did at home, if you don't mind me asking?
[He asks anyway, regardless.]
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[this is better than touching on the truth but it covers enough. Trying to be vague always feels like he ends up giving more away]
The house dealt in hospitality, so there were always guests of the master to mind... but I enjoyed tending the gardens myself, when I had free time.
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It raises up a few more questions, but for now Ardyn adheres to the route the conversation is taking.]
So you've a green thumb?
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So to speak.
I was a more... rambunctuous child, perhaps. It kept me out of trouble - and there isn't much that a small child can do to help out around a house like that.
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[He chuckles with a small thread of humor laced in it.]
Looking at you now, you don’t seem like you would’ve been a problem child at all. Growing up, were you happy with your station?
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[he may not look it now, but he got all kind of scraped and dirtied up as a child.]
Oh-- no, I should hope I made no problem of myself. But it's true I was quite content as I was.
[a sheepish laugh, as though it was something he should have considered but never did-]
I never thought of running away. The house I was sold to... it was home, for me.
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[It sounds... quaint. Something that Ardyn cannot quite relate with, not with his experiences in the many, many years past.]
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[adulthood was another matter that he won't touch on. And of course, there were always whispers, given the house's reputation, but they didn't matter, really.]
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[Which is only a half-truth. It's... good to know, he supposes, but Ardyn in reality could not particularly care one way or another for a stranger's upbrinigng, outside of his normal curiosity. Still, at least he's being rather polite about it today.]
Tell me of your world, if you don't mind. Something to pass the time as I walk around collecting pieces of cloth.
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[he's not sure how entertaining he can be.]
I haven't walked much of it, you understand... but I find similarities to it, in this one. Fleeting ones, because I usually see something strange and unusual immediately afterward. Or I remember how it was, up there.
[a brief glance up to the sky, to where the station still is. It's so strange to think he was there...]
...there, it is certainly stranger. But here, as I say, there is certainly an amount of familiarity. We had markets quite like this one, for example.
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[He refers to the station. As technologically advanced as some parts of Eos was, it still wasn't quite as impressive as that.]
But I'm glad to hear that here gives you some comfort, I assume, in familiarity. My case is similar.
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[but on the whole it is less strange, yes]
I actually spoke to someone who said he flew Up There, where he came from.
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