fractaljesus: 8 (Interview with cthuhlu)
Yaha-kui zaShunina ([personal profile] fractaljesus) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-10-08 11:53 am

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Who: Yaha-kui zaShunina ([personal profile] fractaljesus) & You!
What: Event log and catchall
When: Varies by prompt
Where: The Market and residential district
Warning(s): None



Holed up in the sea of books that made up zaShunina's house, the anisotropic being was nowhere near the market during the attack. He could, however, hear it from the there, and so had come to investigate only to find the place in a state of absolute chaos. But even as people rushed past him in their escape, the man in white stood perfectly still, watching the scene unfold with impassivity unbefitting the situation. At the time, the Royal Guard had compelled him to leave, but that didn't stop him from returning once the cleanup effort was underway to begin an investigation of his own.

The Marketplace

A. Even now, a few days after the attack, there are wisps of gas still lingering in corners and containers where the wind couldn't carry it away. Wisps that the Institute is keen to collect and study. Yaha-kui zaShunina is also curious to know more about it, and cooperating with them to gain access to the site is the obvious solution.

If anyone happens to be there (whether helping with the cleanup effort or also collecting the residual mist), they might find the man in white standing near a collapsed stall, disembodied arms floating on either side of him. A barrel is the target of his attention--still sealed, but not for long. In the blink of an eye, the top is sliced clean off without any apparent action from zaShunina, spilling water out onto the street. It's not the water he's after, but the small wisp of purple mist that escapes. One of the floating hands "taps" the air, enveloping the gas in a floating, iridescent bubble before it can dissipate. More gas is collected in the same way, and while most of it is given to the workers from the Institute, he keeps some for himself.

B. Without a better means to analyze the gas, zaShunina is limited to the classic method of experimentation. In a corner of the market left untouched by the attack, zaShunina carries with him his bubble of purple gas floating harmlessly above the palm of a disembodied arm. For the most part, he doesn't do much apart from stare intently at the bubble without blinking, so still he could be mistaken for a statue if not for the way his hair and cloak billow softly in the breeze. When someone draws close, however, he'll turn to look at them with what he hopes looks like a reassuring smile painted on his lips--but it's the smile of a mannequin who feels nothing behind it.

"Do you know what this is?" He'll ask, holding the bubbled gas out to them, but continues before they can respond. "It is the material responsible for the outbreak of the disease designated VIOLET2710."

Residential District

C. Apart from collecting and studying samples of the gas, Yaha-kui zaShunina can later be found on the streets of the residential district, talking to a small group of natives who appear fascinated by his floating arms.

"It is not magic," He assures them, smiling. "Your perception of the world is incomplete. Where you perceive the world around you in three dimensions, there are, in truth, many more. I am merely reaching through these additional dimensions." Some respond with 'oohs' and 'ahhs,' while others just seem confused by the explanation, dismissing it as magic and wandering off.

When he sees someone who looks like a refugee, however, he dismisses the small crowd with a wave of his disembodied hand and approaches them.

"Magic is much a much easier answer for the peoples of this city to accept." He muses, the smile on his face never faltering.


Wildcard: Other places zaShunina could potentially be found include Thesa station, where he spends a good portion of his time reading books in the Stasis Unit beside a specific pod. He can also be found in Simwe Institute's library, perusing the books available there.
planetary_bonds: (Deep in thought)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. There they are, those arms. He calls humans the fascinating ones, when he's like this? Surreal, something out of an off-color fantasy, with motions that don't quite match up with that of people, more doll-like than human? Just what are you, to ask questions like this, to look at people like they're something to dissect and be defined? What a strange being.

"..."

He doesn't exactly welcome the thanks, because he's not sure if he's actually given anything. He'd just talked, you know. If anything, Yusei's got a new puzzling encounter to think over himself. Still, he inclines his head in an approximation of an acknowledgement.

"...I hope we can talk again, some time."
hurtled: (♪11)

[personal profile] hurtled 2017-10-24 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"And have you find some chump easier to intimidate?" There; it's out. No matter how blithe he comes off, a threat dressed up with reassurances remains a threat after all. Work on your sales pitch, creepy smile dude. "I don't want that on my conscience, thanks. I'll do it."

Better herself than a random unsuspecting soul. Plenty of weird and questionable substances have been tested on her body already, what is one more. (She sends an unspoken apology to her friends and advisors in stasis up at Thesa Station, nevertheless.)

"Are we using the Institute's facilities?" To her knowledge, the number of places which would allow her to sit around for one hour under observation, like an animal in a zoo, is quite limited.
poolhall_killer: (pleased)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-25 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Part of Venom is about ready to take off for the sake of starting this trilogy, but he has one more matter to attend. He's yet to properly introduce himself.

"I'm Venom, by the way. You'll be seeing more of me in the near future, I believe." Not that he was a complete stranger to the library before, but now he has more reason to visit. "What's your name, sir?" He speaks as though the unusual man works in the library.
hurtled: (♪15)

[personal profile] hurtled 2017-10-25 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ironic, how a neutral look suits him more -- she could not ignore the sense that his smile had felt oddly artificial. "If you walk up to random people on the street holding out a known hazardous material at 'em, you best believe you're plenty intimidating. Bring a wingman next time." How were those past (as he claimed) test subjects convinced? The very idea is concerning.

A concern for a different time. At least, for the moment, she can keep him occupied. "Never mind, let's get a move on."

While the Institute isn't visible from their position, and Kanade was not one to visit it often, she vaguely remembers the path they will take. Making a half-turn, reluctant to leave her back exposed, she gestures for him to lead the way.
hurtled: (♪02)

[personal profile] hurtled 2017-10-25 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Only friends and equals walk side by side, and the few she would entrust her back to are not even awake right now. Even if he doesn't appear likely or inclined to draw a weapon, subconsciously, battle instinct has her not-quite keep pace, always just a step or two behind. The direction they are headed toward matches what she had in mind, as well, which serves as initial confirmation of his...honesty, perhaps.

Unsurprising, too, is the bustling activity near and within the Institute. anxiety over a cure for the disease, or rather, the lack of one? They also pass various people who look like they have no business doing research, and inwardly, she wonders if those, like her, are civilians brought in for whatever reason.
Edited (fixed phrasing) 2017-10-25 16:47 (UTC)
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] down)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-27 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a bow Venom's given to his superiors many times before. Respectful, but indeed stiff. Is that how others perceive him when he thinks he's acting polite? He returns the bow lightly, as his arms are full of dragon books.

The name sounds almost ethereal, like the man comes from another plane of higher existence. That plus moving through dimensions... or maybe Venom's overthinking it as always. "A pleasure. Thank you again for helping me find these."
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (side eying you so hard rn)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-28 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"...Yusei."

The answer is short and abrupt, much like some of his earlier answers. Still, it doesn't seem to be done out of rudeness, as he extends his own hand to take the offered handshake a few moments later. His grip is steady and firm.

"...zaShunina, is it?" An odd name, even by the standards he's loosened by coming to a new place like this. Huh. "I'm sure we'll meet again."
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (gettin' real tired of your bullshit)

sounds good to me!

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-28 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yusei nods, turning away once the handshake is done. What an odd encounter. He'll have much to think about today, if only because of the strange nature of who he talked to. It feels ominous, but...interesting.]

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