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Who: Yaha-kui zaShunina (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.
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.
(and then I realized I lost my subject line posting the previous comment, sorry)
She peers at the bubble with the same hesitation, making no move to touch or come closer to it. Who knows whether the contents won't burst forth at any moment? "Put that down." Then, a moment's pause later. "Please." For good measure.
Still...she can't simply walk away now, if zaShunina's words are true. "You do understand I need a reason to trust you first."
no subject
"Trust?" The word is spoken as if foreign, its definition unknown. "Trust is a vague concept. In this instance, you are concerned that I will bring you harm intentionally. This is not the case." His other arm--similarly floating--hovers over the ball of contained gas and taps it, sending ripples across the surface of the bubble, but it remains intact. "This residual material is inert--that is, in coming into contact with living specimens, no effect has been observed. It cannot transfer the disease designated VIOLET2710."
no subject
"So you say. People didn't start feeling sick right after the explosion went off, either." In other words, how can she be certain? She runs a hand over her face, then through her hair, exasperated without an outlet.
If she refuses, she thinks, he would ask somebody else, somebody gullible or desperate who just might go along. She could try to fight and capture him, turn him over to the local authorities, who have displayed a clear lack of tolerance -- and in the process, provoke him into releasing the gas anyway, accidentally or otherwise. "These tests you're talking about. What are they?"
no subject
"You would be voluntarily exposed to this material and observed for the span of one hour." zaShunina says as if discussing the weather. Oh yes, lovely day out, it might rain later, would you breathe this potentially dangerous chemical?
"You do have the option of refusal."
no subject
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.
no subject
"Yes. External factors should be removed for the most accurate results. A closed environment is necessary to reduce the margin for error." Ideally, he would use Kado to run diagnostics, but that is not an option at this time.
no subject
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.
no subject
Still, he doesn't allow it to bother him, as there are more pressing matters at hand, and she has agreed to the test. Yaha-kui zaShunina's floating hands vanish into thin air along with the bubble of gas, and he takes the lead as given, beginning down the road toward the Institute as if he made the trip every day (which, to be fair, he does since he does work there). Despite the noise of the crowd, he can hear if she follows or not.
no subject
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.
no subject
"Here." He stops at a door within the institute and turns back to look at Kanade. Beyond the door lies a room with walls painted a sterile white and empty of all furnishings save for a pipe chair. zaShunina does not immediately enter, but stays by the door and watches the woman with that same neutral mien, waiting for her to enter of her own will.