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[taryon]

Who: Taryon Darrington (taryon) & others.
What: Catch-all for intro log and Thesa shenanigans.
When: December.
Where: Thesa, space, Wyver, places.
Warning(s): Will edit if any.


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for dorian.

[taryon]

(( prompt: JUMP INTO THE DEEP END ))

[ Quite frankly, Taryon shouldn't be as confident as he's acting right now. As interesting as the technology was up here on the moon base, and as exciting as it is to have an opportunity to view it up close, that's really all he should be doing. Viewing.

Instead, he's strapping himself into the robotic machine, when he's never piloted anything in his life, has absolutely no hand-eye coordination to speak of, and lacks the connections necessary for a meaningful partnership. His copilot is a moustachioed gentleman who he owes a few silver (much to his mid-marathon outrage) and while the man's surely nice enough, it's not like Taryon really knows him.

And yet. ]

Ready?

[ He's obnoxiously cheerful, clearly optimistic about their chances. And hey, maybe that will actually be kind of helpful, given how these things run. But... maybe not that helpful, since after carefully considering the buttons available to him he just sort of picks one at random. ]

for merlin.

[taryon]

(( prompt: NATURE VS NURTURE. ))

You there!

[ Where is that pompous voice coming from? Look up, and there he is: enfolded in the grip of the Cutpurse Willow, hanging several feet in the air, is a man dressed in full plate mail burnished a beautiful rose gold. Any noble elegance is somewhat ruined, however, by the fact that he's splayed and flailing, the plant's vine-like branches wrapping his limbs tight. He can't reach his sword, doesn't have the hand movements he needs to do any particularly useful spell, and the more he thrashes the tighter the tree gets. Merlin is the first person who's happened along in a while, so of course he's going to be incredibly solicitous. ]

Yes, you there! Boy!

[ Orrrr he could revert to being an arse in his panic. Fantastic. ]

for koltira.

[taryon]

(( prompt: JUMP INTO THE DEEP END ))

[ "Practise with a lot of different people", they'd said. And certainly it doesn't get any more different than this. Taryon regards the tall, imposing figure of the Death Knight with no little unease: he's had good experiences with elves but poor experiences with demons, and once a drow kidnapped him but they ended up friends, so honestly he doesn't really know what to expect.

Still. This isn't his first time out the pod bay doors, so to speak, so he at least knows what to expect from the marvelous machinery giving them the gift of space flight: while he still has his Learners Provisional on these things, he won't be wildly mashing buttons just to start moving forward, anymore. If he was rashly optimistic last time, now he's cautiously so. And he isn't surprised when he straps himself in as the machine begins to sync the two of them—

And then he's hit with a wave of Koltira, and it feels like the breath has been knocked out of him. ]

No— no, that's all wrong. You've got to think — happy thoughts.

for fitzchivalry.

[taryon]

(( prompt: WELCOME TO WYVER - east end training grounds ))

[ It doesn't surprise him that Vox Machina wants to make this place their home over Olympia: there's something very comforting about the wild city, especially here, where the clash of weapon and weapon rings out. Taryon is dressed in full armor, but his rod is still just a rod as he meanders looking for a competitor that takes his interest. He half expects to see Grog stepping off the dirt of the wrestler's ring, sweaty and bruised, and the archer's range makes him think of Vex.

When he spots the young man working alone with the axes, however, he stops, drawn somehow by a brooding charisma he would be too embarrassed to try and put to words. ]

You there! Hello! Fancy a bit of a match?

[ He doesn't really know shit about axes but when he tells his rod — ]

Axe!

[ It turns into quite a good one. ]

Welcome to Wyver, Taryon!

[moneytwin]

[ All told, it had been a busy week, shepherding people from the station to the planet, escorting by land and by water, and shooting a number of sea serpents to boot! Making a small profit out of some of the inconvenience has soothed some of Vex's ruffled feathers, in addition to proving a most helpful distraction from her thoughts (and, more importantly, her feelings).

They're still seeking better lodgings as a group, with Vax making mention of an extra room for 'a friend'. Evidently not one she knew, or he might have divulged more - or he wanted to do it whenever said person showed up.

Who ever they were, they'd need food as much as the party did, hence why she's walking away from The Forged and off towards the market, mental list prepared, and attention only partially on her surroundings as she rounds one of the street corners, intent on beelining via one of the backstreets. ]