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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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❪ test drive #6 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

STASIS UNITS    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

mollymocked: (⚔ this is where you wanna be)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-07-19 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
No idea. All I know is it's where the gods reside so they do a bare minimum of interaction with us.

[He has never read a book in his life. This is literally just shit other people have said.]
flask: (trouble is a friend but trouble is a foe)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-19 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It might not be a good one! This is basically a hostage situation.

[Still, she really doesn't want to test it, after he's ventured the possibility. But she agrees with him. Her being here is better than her not being here. And it means more of them might be around.

She follows him, feeling the urge to stay close after being thoroughly spooked by seeing someone she recognizes asleep in a weird tube, and then nearly gets stepped on, letting out a small yelp. But then she realizes why he doubled back, peering into the same pods that hold Jester and Fjord.

She knits her brow, ignoring Molly's jokes about Jester's crush.
]

Molly, I don't like this...

[She feels the uneasiness pulling at her, right in the pit of her stomach.

They haven't even found Caleb yet, and that's somehow worse. She doesn't want to see him trapped and helpless like Beau, Jester, and Fjord, but she wants to know he's still there. That there's still a possibility that he'll wake up again someday.
]

What if one of these pod people wake up while we're here? Not one of us, but what if a stranger... I don't know, freaks out and kills us out of shock?
flask: (he waits in the wings)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-19 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmm.

[She's being encouraged by the mention of her being a detective, even through the vague sarcasm. She enters the bathroom and peers at the shower, then the sink. Experimentally, she pulls on one of the weird lever things and water comes pouring out and she nearly screams, hurriedly shutting it back off.]

It's awful in here!!
mollymocked: (⚔ is this really how)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-07-19 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Fire does shit against a dragon. You'd be so screwed... From thirty feet back [Well... that's his theory anyway. He's never read a fucking book, so his logic goes some dragons breathe fire = all dragons are immune to fire??

No, Molly... No.]


From what it looks like it, they'll be sending us down into a frigid wasteland soon enough, anyway.

[y a y.]
beatupgrass: (✘ YOU ARE SO PUNCHED.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-07-19 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rocket huffs and pats her on the nose.] Yeah, I know. It sucks. [At least she didn't jump up and start pointing her rage somewhere else futilely. She's here and he's here and the most important thing is that when this dragon business is over, that chapter can close.]

Bastard's dead now, anyway. You couldn't get at him even if you wanted to, don't worry about it, okay? It was a whole thing, and besides... It ain't like you can control when they're gonna put you back under. Nobody can.
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[personal profile] larsenist 2018-07-19 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
(( not at all!! <3 also i hope i'm doing this right????? I WILL FIX IF IT IS WRONG!! ))

[ It isn't only physical warmth she bestows him with. Her compassion soaks deep and quiet into his very heartstrings; a sense of being sheltered in all ways, not just from the cold of a simulated winter but from darkness and harm.

He curls up into a small cluster in her brief absence, too curious to mind the chill as it slowly sneaks back under his layers. (She can write.)

And in a language he recognizes, no less. He immediately shuffles closer, mindful to leave her enough space to work in.

Heaven... shining.

He reads it aloud, a name every child in his country knows from a young age. ]


Amaterasu.

[ The syllables glow like candlelight in his mind, shaped with an unseen and subtle power. It's a little difficult to believe at first, if only for how incredible the very idea of it is. By all means she should just be a white wolf, coincidentally given the name of a goddess, but somehow he doesn't believe it to be so simple. He regards her for a silent, pensive moment, trying to reframe his beliefs and disbeliefs. (Not a persona, a shadow of a human soul, or a fragment of a collective consciousness.)

('Shining in heaven.' Divinity, or something akin to it.)

Unthinkingly, he reaches out for her, his hand suddenly stopping and hovering in the air at a loss. His heart, the wilderness of it, has already begun to understand, but his reason hasn't nearly caught up—at least not yet. ]


...From home?
luxoraculi: (pic#11643322)

[personal profile] luxoraculi 2018-07-20 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's glad to see that. Twelve years of separation was quite enough, thanks. Or... or however long that it's been on his end. She's got a lot on her mind -- and this is just a little awkward, but she's not sure if she should be hugging him right now or not, considering the length of time that's spanned between their last face to face visit that did not include some sort of violent encounter with enemies. Normal people do that, don't they? But she and Noctis aren't normal... weren't? Weren't normal. They were not ever afforded that luxury, and as happy as she is to see him here in the flesh, she doesn't think that throwing her arms around him in a happy hug would be the most appropriate thing to do right now. Especially given their surroundings and the circumstances.

So she decides that hugs can wait until later, until after they've spoken and gotten on some sort of even footing and they've got things figured out with this... place.

His words, though, weigh a little heavily, and she stiffens just the slightest bit at that news. ]


Ten years...? [ So, at least now she knows why he looks so different, so tired. But it's still... something is off. ] I don't understand how this is possible. It came ten years prior from my recollection, yet it came ten years later for you... how peculiar.

[ And worrisome. There's a whole new storm of sorts brewing in her head; everything they did was for nothing... but if they woke up here, does that mean that the entirety of Eos is somewhere in stasis pods too? What did Noctis have to do and see and experience to get to this point? How large of a loss is he feeling right now? Out of the corner of her eye, she can see him playing with the Ring.

It's what makes her reach out and place a gentle hand against his forearm in an attempt to be reassuring, at the very least. She gives his arm a light squeeze. ]


I'm sorry. I know you had to make many sacrifices, you had to fight so hard to save our star... [ They all did. Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, King Regis, her mother... everyone had a role to play, but it was Noct's sacrifice that was the largest and stings the worst, if she can be honest. She wants to ask him more about home... ten years. She knows the prophecy, she can only imagine that those ten years were spent in the Crystal or at least a good portion of them...

She doesn't ask, though. It's not her place. If he feels so inclined, he can tell her about it when he is ready. ]


Noctis... I know my words must mean very little right now, but please know that should you need anything, whether it be someone to talk to or someone to go and get you whatever you need, I will be here for you. I wish that I could have been there for you at home... I hope that I can make up for that now while we are here.

[ She doesn't know how long 'now' is going to be. They could end up asleep back in stasis, or... or worse, dead. Again. But she means every word of what she's just said. ]
ayes: (pic#11471758)

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-20 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
so like there's a place where gods live?
i guess thats not so weird
back home we have like shrines and stuff and they have gates you need to walk through

but i always thought of it as like
symbolic
ayes: (pic#11471764)

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-20 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
You breathes a half-hearted sigh of relief as the topic seems to change. She doesn't have to feel like she's keeping anything from Yoshiko anymore.

Come to think of it, she's not really sure why she's doing that in the first place? She can't put a name to it. Maybe she just doesn't want to worry her friend.

Instead, she just nods in agreement. "It's definitely pretty different from Uchiura. Kinda makes what happened with the school seem pretty small, right? Haha." Her laugh is nervous and a little tense, but it's real.
breadmuffs: (waiting on that morning sun)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[There is a part of Caleb's brain that thinks, automatically, "you might". What he says - with a little more composure, dropping his arms to his sides - is:]

Well, even if you do, I think I've survived worse.

[The driest of humor.

He runs a hand through his hair, pulls himself together even more, then steps forward with hand outstretched.]


My name is Caleb Widogast.

[The least he can do is be polite about intruding here. Even if the occupant doesn't seem to mind too much.]
baldesion: (observing)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-07-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
It is a-

[Pleasure, Noctis, says her inner voice, but, what?]

Noctis? Are you sure? The Noctis who's friends with Prompto?

[And yet...now he's said it, it is rather undeniably him. The eyes are his, for certain. Gods. What happened, then? That he should look so burdened, and come in here with thoughts of the end of the world as though it was a foregone conclusion?

The dragon's whispers seem to pick up in intensity and Krile flinches, very nearly turning to the screen again.]


What...what say you to a bit of a walk? [A hard, dry swallow.] Somewhere not here.
Edited 2018-07-20 03:38 (UTC)
thatgoodnight: (31 uhhhh)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-20 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[--?!

She... knows him?

This is going to get awkward fast if it keeps happening. First, it was Prompto telling him he'd been here before, and Noct is still reeling a little from all of that information. And now actually meeting someone he doesn't know that apparently he does know and

does the beard really make him look that different?

He's very glad she suggests they move, and he nods mechanically.]


I - uh. Yeah. To both. All of the above.

[She'll have to lead though because he doesn't remember / know his way around here yet. ]
hellzone: (NEUTRAL ♪ i get this now)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Ideally it'd be best if we had all eight others...buuut there is a thing that some idol groups do called sub-units. Those are themed groups that normally consist of two to four girls. If I can find one or three more people, then we can write our own songs and do our own performances."

It wouldn't be the same. And it wouldn't be Aqours proper. But at least it would be singing and at least it would be Yoshiko singing with her friends. For her, that's what matters most of all.

"But thanks, Little Demon Molly. I'll definitely ask you for help when we get something set up. When, not if, because Yoshiko's an idol. She adores singing and adores singing with her friends. Of course they'll get something set up.
punshots: (✘ willow.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-07-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's weird. Weirder than this usually is, because while Prompto has long had the leg-up on Noctis as far as knowing what's going on here. But this is even weirder than usual, because so much has happened in the last few months of Prompto's life, and combined with how much older Noctis looks, they've both got some explaining to do.

But first thing's first. Food! Prompto leads Noctis towards the mess hall, hands in his pockets as they approach the cafeteria line. ]


Can't really go too wrong here. You got any special requests, Roman can make 'em. Heh, he won't even make you eat any veggies...

[ He's doing his best to remain lighthearted, though he knows how overwhelming this must be. ]
morbide: ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ: pixiv member id=5266568 (did somebody order a killer curse?)

[personal profile] morbide 2018-07-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[If a conversation can be facilitated in such a manner, what's the POINT of having face-to-face conversation anymore? Henry continues to grin at the sensation of her voice like it's only feet away while she's not there at all.]

With the very same wire? Wouldn't you need to have a stash of wires to keep casting?

[Well, that's how it would work if it were him performing a similar spell. A sacrifice is one and done.]
thatgoodnight: (31 i get to pet a cat)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-20 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a smile out of him. Some things will never change, and one of them is his disdain for carrots. And lettuce and tomatoes and beans and so on but especially carrots.]

It's the little things. Got any non-salad recs?

[That said, he's out of it enough he'd probably eat a bite or two of even carrots without tasting it right now.]
illuminating: 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤. (pic#11721028)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-20 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[With considerable reluctance, she draws away, quiet in her presence. When she's standing, she leans in to nestle his little face, the means to thank him wholeheartedly for feeling she has the right to hear what he's been through, and about the things that have happened when she couldn't be present.

The snow, not violent but still tenacious, has coated them, and she takes a minute to shake herself free of it. Then rather groom what's sprinkled over him clean, she's nudging her head cautiously against his side, hoping not to cause pain, but to encourage him back onto his feet. They need to walk. They've sat here too long.]
breadmuffs: (keeping my mouth shut 'til this is over)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-20 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
...No.

[Back to Common it is, then. Caleb cocks his head to the side a bit curiously, though his eyes are also ever so slightly narrowed. So. Either she's lying or she somehow does not speak Celestial.

Which, if she's lying? Fine. But she could do it better.]
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2018-07-20 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is not exactly what he wants to be doing with his time, but perhaps the sooner he gets it over with, the better. He tries to get down to business, but when he doesn't immediately find any kind of clasps or buttons, frowns openly. After another moment, he's peeling his gloves off.]

Where's the zipper?
gravemistake: (pic#12397950)

[personal profile] gravemistake 2018-07-20 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as he's free, Gabriel has to fight a very overwhelming urge to just go--extricate himself from the situation as quickly as possible. These are not his friends, not the way he remembers them, and that in itself should be enough for him not to stick around. He needs to get to the bottom of this, and that's not going to happen as long as he's trapped here with them.]

To clean up someone else's mess, you mean?

[Jack's tension is almost palpable, and Gabriel crosses his arms in turn, nudging one of the bent pipes with his boot.]
thetaintedsorrow: (HUFF)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-20 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
If I said no would you believe me?

[At first the patting comes off as borderline inappropriate, which has Chuuya blushing up to his ears, but soon he catches onto what Link is doing and makes a little “tsk” noise. He’ll find a finely crafted knife hidden beneath his waistcoat, but otherwise there’s nothing too suspicious. His flask might be full of booze, but that’s not illegal or dangerous, so!]

Dunno what you think I’m hiding.
botw: (5)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-20 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
If you said no, I would believe you. Though if you tried to take advantage of my kindness, I would defend myself appropriately.

[ he's still smiling though. he really doesn't feel like he's in any danger! ]

Also, you could've hurt the slimes if you wanted to. But you didn't.
punshots: (✘ detection.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-07-21 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Without even having to think about it— ]

Pizza. It's the cheese-is-still-melting kind of pizza. The real good stuff. I might be talkin' myself into it, too!

[ Even though his stomach is full of butterflies right now, he can't say no to a slice. He grabs one from a hot plate and waits for Noctis to make his selection before heading back towards the seating area. ]
illuminating: (pic#7828807)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-21 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
(there's no right or wrong, so this is perfect! <3)

[She waits for him. Soundless, yet as if beckoning without demand. Someone murmuring they're there, even if you turn away, permanent as the sun itself.

Initially, when he asks if she means from home, she thinks of the Celestial Plains. Her own dwelling, destroyed now, no one left alive. It confuses her, and before she can hold it back, a stout whine loosens. Then, she realizes he must mean the first country on Earth to have learned of her existence. The second whine is longer, softer, a tone of reassurance, and she steps toward him, but she won't reach for him first—this is a matter of him confronting his curiosity, of coming to terms, and she can't force him. So, she waits for him.

She is nothing like the imagined depictions of what she must look like, although these images have always touched her. Yet hints remain all over her: radiating pale light, the swirling feathers that extend from shoulders, from slim furred wrists and ankles. The mirror hovering in a slow spin over her back, surrounded in a fixed holy fire. Part of her wishes she could call the sun out, but even if her very core use hadn't been robbed from her, would it work in simulation? This would be the largest giveaway, she's certain, and she wonders if anyone who knows the name Amaterasu can trust who she is.

Of the sun, and yet, she can't control the sun any longer. Not this sun, though she feels still some strange pulling and connection to it. Perhaps it's a star-thing. Stripping everything else away, that's what she is, isn't it? Some star that fell out of the sky, burning brightly, dimmed now. His eyes seem as if they're staring through her to the truth, and she's positive it's only a matter of waiting until he's ready.]
Edited 2018-07-21 02:51 (UTC)
morbide: ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ: pixiv member id=1593915 (you're gonna die)

[personal profile] morbide 2018-07-21 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His mind certainly goes all over that. His grin grows a shade wicked at the thought of Cordelia suggesting that they nab someone's satchel full of coins, but there was that tricky emphasis on "borrow". It's amusing nonetheless.]

How many people do you think are going to let some strangers borrow their savings, especially with the tale we have to explain ourselves with? Unless we chance upon some gullible type, not many. But I like the idea, and I'm sure I could make it work with some... creative problem-solving. I'd just need a small clipping of their hair, that's it.

[Henry contemplates the ways he could come to an Agreement with an otherwise disagreeable but rich shipmate.]

They couldn't say we tricked them when they snap out of a curse with their money totally accounted for, now, could they?