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: (a controlled anger)

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[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-09 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yusei tilts a head, frowning. He's never seen someone with disembodied arms before, never mind said arms acting as if they were connected to the body regardless. It's an eerie sight, but he's grown used to seeing worse things.

Frankly, with everything else going on in the city, this man(?)'s strange words are more concerning.

"Easier?" He purses his lips. He'd had his own doubts about the "magic" of this town truly being "magic," but he doesn't have ways to prove it differently other than trying to understand the devices that channel it. It's obvious he has some idea of what zaShunina is trying to say because of those thoughts, but he's still being cautious, and so asks his own question back instead.

"What do you mean by that?"
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (side eying you so hard rn)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-10 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Are you mocking him? The odd way his head tilt is mimicked, like someone is going through the motion without understanding the meaning behind it, it looks like he's staring down some adult-sized child, or a porcelain puppet. But then the hands move again, just out of the corner of his vision, beckoning him to call.

"There is technology that I'm used to, that people would most likely call magic if they heard of it without knowing. I want to say it resembles the 'magic' devices here, but I have little way of confirming that for sure just yet. So as of now, I have little choice but to call it 'magic,' as they say."

Those words alone damn him as a refugee, expressing familiarity with something beyond what a normal citizen would think. Still, he nods his assent.

"Refugee."
poolhall_killer: (guild leader)

Wildcard - Library

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Even though he passed on employment here (despite his magic skill), Venom finds solace in the Institute's library. He's already a regular at the local bookstore, but nothing can beat a library's atmosphere. So far, he's been frequenting the fiction section, curious about their world's novels. He's yet to check out any magic texts, but he's content with fiction. Probably because he wants to get away the only way he knows how.

He's been perusing the area for several minutes, unsure of what to pick out this time. Should he go with a murder mystery? Maybe something more light-hearted and warm? Soon he's drawing out a book, and it's a children's novel that was stuffed between the others. There's someone else nearby, and Venom feels like he should just put it back. But there's a cartoon dragon on the front! Maybe a peek won't hurt...

Then a few seconds later, he's flipping to the next page, "This is more well-written than I thought it would be."

He looks up and notes the other person that yes, is still there. "I hope I didn't disturb you."
planetary_bonds: (TIME TO GET SHIT DONE.JPG)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-10 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's something uncanny about the way this man walks that keeps Yusei on edge, the tones of his voice, the clinical preciseness of his movements. It's like staring at something that's just a degree or so "off," and for a brief moment he's hit with the very idle, very stupid thought that this man could very well be the embodiment of this "magic" they've been discussing, something that can't be explained.

But that can't be right, can it?

"It's an odd direction they've taken their technology-or magic-in then, don't you think? Some things, so advanced, while others so primitive-what could account for that, do you think?"
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (gettin' real tired of your bullshit)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-11 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Putt-putt-putt goes the car, a sound that Yusei still isn't completely used to. The comforting keening whirrrrrrrrr of a Momentum-based engine is something that's practically engraved in Yusei's being by dint of working with them so long, and the stuttering inconstancy of a steam engine's puffs feel jerky and off. He doesn't quite give it the same attention, but the fading sound as it drives away temporarily steals his focus until the word theory hits his ears.

"That...could be the case. If the benefits this 'magic' gives end up being a bigger priority than expanding other modes of energy..."

Like the neglect of transportation, for whatever reason.
poolhall_killer: (hair tuck)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-11 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing in particular. I was browsing to see if anything caught my attention." But not the misplaced novel in his hands at the moment, though he kind of wants to finish it now that he's started. The dragon is very endearing in how she befriends the animals in the forest.

He notices the small pile the other has going, wondering how long that's going to take to get through. "Do you have any insight or recommendations?"
planetary_bonds: (a wistful worried glance)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-12 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"This whole planet consists of "refugees" and their descendants, does it not?" Yusei asks, thinking back to a conversation he'd had with Aoi way back when they were doing jobs for Olympia. It was only little more than a month ago, and yet faced with the ordeals they're facing now he can't help but feel overwhelmed by how much has happened in such little time.

An anachronism stew, of creatures gathered without rhyme or reason and dropped on this planet by curious gods, almost like a child gathering various species of bugs to put in the same dirt-filled bucket. Good natured and curious gods, he admits, but a little...careless, maybe?

"Due to the nature of this place, you'd think there's at least some kind of conflict between species...I mean, some of the things we've discovered over the past month, they don't seem evolutionary fit at all to survive, yet they're here."

Is it really safe for all these different beings to be together...?
poolhall_killer: (vaguely interested)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Well that's unexpected. Venom's been surprised time and again by the many different kinds of magic and abilities his fellow refugees have. A disembodied hand almost seems like something that could occur in his homeworld, like a type of selective teleportation.

Fascinating!

It's tentative at first, but he reaches for the book. "I can't turn away a good fantasy novel, even if it is aimed at children." Plus Venom has an unspoken soft spot for them since he never had much of a childhood.

"M-may I ask about the ability you just used? To reach for the book?"
hurtled: (♪02)

[personal profile] hurtled 2017-10-14 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
His clothes are reminiscent of labcoats, so for a while Kanade had presumed he was from the Institute, or some kind of researcher. Only during her second pass through the area did she realize the white was a cloak, and -- now he's addressing her? The smile does nothing to dissuade the apprehension which flares up in instinctive defence.

How has he contained the gas in a bubble...magic, as the natives might say? Why is it floating? Why is the hand floating? The combination of bizarre factors all rolled together in one sight leaves her briefly speechless, until she manages to gather her wits and words together to form a cautious question. "You're showing it to me because...?"

Whether or not what is inside the bubble truly did cause the disease bears no relevance at the moment -- or rather, she'll accept the statement at face value. A false alarm might bring about a few frayed nerves, but compared to the possibility of it being real, and getting loose, she shouldn't take the chance.
planetary_bonds: (polished by me) (side eying you so hard rn)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmn. You could say that conflict is part of life itself." Yusei shrugs. "Even when the differences are self-made, it doesn't stop them from happening."

After all, speciesism is such a broad definition, when among humans alone disputes happen over societal standings, race, gender, differences in viewpoints...the conflict in Wyver could be any of those things.

"You say conflict is absent, but this recent attack...there must be some faction at work we don't know about yet."
planetary_bonds: (Deep in thought)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-15 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah...I see...

[Unfortunately so. This man(?) is just a little too off, a little too eerily doll-like for Yusei to gauge his thoughts. Otherwise, maybe he'd understand him a little more.

All he can really garner is that there's some sense of curiosity about him, which...Yusei can sympathize with, but the subject matter is...unnerving.]


...I'm not sure. It's easy to assume that, but...

[Yusei frowns, thinking back to his own experiences.]

With every conflict, there's all sorts of problems...different people invested in it... [He looks wistful, looking out into the distance.]

People we might not even know or think about having a stake in things...they could be involved, too.

[That's a question he'll never be able to answer now, he thinks. What did Iliaster have in mind, when the Signer War was happening...? What did they gain from instigating it...?

Maybe he can't find that out now, but if there's a third party taking advantage of tensions between Olympia and Wyver here, he'll do what it takes to stop them. Maybe then, he could at least imagine that he'll pay for some of his sins...]
planetary_bonds: (a controlled anger)

[personal profile] planetary_bonds 2017-10-15 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe not just a third. A fourth, or perhaps factions within factions betraying each other...when you think about it like that, there are all sorts of possibilities."

And right now, the way he is...the way things are, he can't prove any of it. Still, if it really was the case, then...

"...I...want to find the reason behind it all. Why they felt it was necessary to instigate something like this..."

There could be a myriad of motivations, Yusei thinks. Especially in this world which he only has barely come to understand, there could be a story here he doesn't know-no, there's definitely a story here he doesn't know.

"I want to understand...if I can, then maybe..."

Then maybe, he could find a way to prevent such a thing from happening again. Foolishly optimistic, but...that's how he's learned to duel. It's not a habit that'll go away now.
poolhall_killer: ([Xrd] staring)

[personal profile] poolhall_killer 2017-10-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Watered down as it may be, Venom still finds it curious. He's read about moving between dimensions briefly but has never seen it in practice. But to move beyond the known three...

"Is it a natural ability or is it learned?" At this point, his attention has shifted from friendly dragons to floating arms.
vacuum: (008)

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[personal profile] vacuum 2017-10-17 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
To call what's before a 'curious sight' would only be an understatement. Given how there were refugees from all sorts of worlds settling here in El Nysa, it isn't that uncommon to see something quite out of the ordinary. He doesn't even bat an eye when he sees an elf walk by, or if there's someone cradling a strange animal. This man, though, and his alien-like disembodied arms -- suffice to say, that might be a first in Chuuya's book.

He blinks, unable to help himself from staring at one of those d disembodied hands and the purple bubble floating by their grasp. He could chalk this down to another weird day in Olympia, and go about his way, minding his own business, but the fair-haired man speaks, making his intentions known.

"You're kidding me..." There's disbelief in his tone, as his attention stays fixed on the contained bubble. It's his next instinct to step away, apprehension apparent in his features. He's managed to keep himself unaffected by the disease so far. He isn't about to jeopardize himself now, just because some freak likes to play with fire, "Stop waving that around then! You could get someone sick!"

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