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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-08-13 03:17 pm

serthica: war & peace


Clockwork Serthica’s arrival event stretches til around 3 September. You’re welcome to hit up this log or make your own entries. Characters not assigned to a region can still access it, as long as they’re discreet.

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WAR & PEACE




SUMMARY: The Merchant assigns the group to determine if the dead lurk within Serthica’s adversarial halves. Eidris and Minaras hold a summit to normalise trade within Serthica’s elusive Neutral Zone — while a resistance movements attempts to capture Minaras lead figure Arabella. In Eidris, locals must calm a maddened dragon and her cohort and retrieve her hatching eggs. Minaras hosts its eerie civic indoctrination that seeks to extirpate physical and moral decay.


FAIR FORTUNE | SWITZERLAND | EIDRIS: THERE BE DRAGONS | MINARAS: EYES ON YOU




FAIR FORTUNE

The party at sea is smuggled into Serthica with help from false passport papers secured by their Mouse House companions. The two groups meet at Serthica’s port customs, in time for the Merchant’s private transmission:

Good afternoon. I salute and thank the efforts of our recent additions. You performed exceptionally.

You will hear Serthica is sundered by war, sickness and irreconcilable differences. In truth, she is likely divided by the interests of those who weaponise fear and manipulate opportunity.

In Eidris, they claim Minaraians are not human. In Minaras, they speak the same of Eidris. Disgust, dismay and paranoia have created a… system of profound physical avoidance. If this is mere fearmongering, it is distasteful, but inconsequential. However… if one of the citadel’s halves has succumbed to the dead, who now know to feign they yet live… this marks a dire escalation. You must study this.

Your transportation beacon sleeps in the holy grounds of Vassarizhia. It will light within months, when the Heart’s clock quiets for its annual winding. You may visit the grounds during the upcoming trade summit.

While in Serthica, your only objectives are to survive until the beacon’s eye opens, and to discover the dead present. I pray but question you will prevail.





SWITZERLAND

After a lengthy inspection of their passport papers, the party is steered towards the Sanctuary of Serthica’s Neutral Zonea vast institute near Serthica’s great clock tower. Here, representatives of Eidris and Minaras assemble at midday for peaceful negotiations to improve distant trade relations.

■ The Merchant recommends mingling to broaden your investigation into Serthica’s dead. Even Minaras leading figurehead Arabella will attend.

■ For peace-keeping, entrants to the Sanctuary must surrender their weapons or allow them to be sealed, if they want to carry them in. Weapons are released on departure. Physical enhancements that characters cannot remove (ex: vampire fangs) are excepted.

■ Those who are unwilling to give up or seal their weapons can head on to Eidris and Minaras.

■ Summit attendants receive badges reflecting their Serthica identities, or can divert the greeting droid and liberate the insignia of a delayed delegation. Higher-ranking badges earns you more lenient treatment and higher security clearance.

Eidris attendants receive golden armbands or scarves, those of Minaras dark blue.

■ In bustling halls, officials negotiate grain exchanges, new train railways, the currency exchange rate and the saddening conditions of Mouse House exiles. Alas, if only someone (not them) could help.

■ Those drafted into the talks are toasted with a green, mint-like potion — an unadvertised truth serum intended to keep negotiations honest. The potion’s effects last two to four hours, compelling truth but not speech. But do talk: candour wins answers.

■ Artisans display their finest novelty items in the main reception hall. Aggressively enthusiastic traders seek testers and investors for their wares — potent opiates, goggles that show you the world in 10 years’ time, even detailed plans for luxury teahouses offering droid companionship. Extricate yourself with as much coin and dignity as possible.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
■ The great clock of the Neutral Zone strikes 18:00, triggering a light three-minute earthquake and the rise of nocturnal Minaras.

■ The Sanctuary loses all electric power. As servants rush for candles, you might notice some native summit delegates behave peculiarly: their eyes look glassy, faces trapped in an expression of comical, exaggerated dismay. Many are frozen in tense positions. Others move in sluggish, uncoordinated and jerky spasms. One might catch your wrist and attempt to speak in staggered, guttural croaks.

■ Lights return once the earthquake finishes. Locals resume regularly and do not seem to have noticed any erratic behaviour.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
CONTENT WARNING: TERROR ATTACK

■ Starting her speech, Arabella of Minaras calls a tribute for those lost to the great Culling sickness that struck Serthica mere years before. The vigil is interrupted by a fusillade of rifle shots fired from outside, through the Sanctuary’s wall-long windows.

■ The bullets exclusively target Minaras delegates and do not contain gunpowder, but a thickened, pale liquid. Once shot, those wounded experience a hysterical, incontrollable terror and the certainty that their greatest fear is hunting them. Many of the shot delegates develop an instant flight response and seek to claw their way out of the Sanctuary, with no care for whom they trample in their path. This terror lasts 30-60 minutes. Please content warn if you graphically describe your character’s greatest fear.

■ As rifle gunshots die down, a voice from outside introduces the Remembrance coalition, pledging safety if the summit surrenders Arabella.

■ The Sanctuary activates emergency measures: protective magical wards start to slowly reinforce, while attendants risk their lives to return characters’ weapons.

■ You could team up and help Arabella’s few remaining guards to escort her to safety in Minaras. Drop a line if you take this route.

■ Outside, you find the Sanctuary’s grounds have been drenched in a thick fog that barely allows you to see steps ahead. Your senses dull, and you are gradually prone to sleep — while masked men close in with rifles and vicious droid hunting hounds.

■ Help Sanctuary guards take out the assailants — and submit your character for a RNG draw to interrogate a lone captive.

■ Characters who later investigate the Sanctuary can find some of its windows have been very carefully pricked, fissured or even minutely holed, easing the way for attack.


Crawl back to your home base in Eidris or Minaras — you need the beauty sleep.



EIDRIS | THERE BE DRAGONS

Eidris’s relaxed atmosphere might balm your rattled nerves after the Sanctuary’s disasters. Startled citizens gather to offer you help settling in, while dragons seek you out to curl up and nuzzle.

Eidris is governed by natural order and harmony, achieved through firm etiquette, consideration and reminders to slow down. You can hole up in a room in one of the many abandoned and repurposed villas, or group up to take a whole house. Local technology is a blend of mechanical gears and magic that substitutes fuels. Sorcerers are frequent, boastful and admired.

Dig deeper, and you’ll find the people of Eidris are unwilling to linger on negative experiences and gradually lose memory of them. If queried, many natives have normalised intermittent amnesia, with some using their link to their dragons to stay anchored in the present.

■ Acclimate to your roles in Eidris and enjoy the sweet welcome of neighbourly gifted meals and knitwear and a personal, signed letter of support from king Thivar.

Eidris prepares for the rare hatching of dragon eggs, lain by the beautiful fire-breathing Aiva — one of the fewer martial dragons used by Eidris’ military. Two weeks into your stay (around 25 August, forward date at will), word spreads that Aiva’s mate has been deeply injured by a Minaras scouting ship during the 6:00-7:00 overlap period when the two citadel halves are both overground.

■ A panicked, distrustful Aiva collects her silver-shelled eggs from the formal nest quarters, hiding them on the rooftops or in the balconies of tall, dangerous buildings. Several other martial dragons assist Aiva by guarding these hideaways until the young dragons can hatch.

Eidris calls back most transport dragons to avoid altercation with their fire-breathing, paranoid brethren. This might strand some riders on the nearest decrepit rooftop, while testy dragons fly by. They don’t initiate attack, but are more prone to warning tail sweeps or light charring, if you come close.

■ Dragon lord Cain d’Ubiq urges riders that can reconnect with their dragons to help retrieve the 1m, 50-kg eggs and deliver them back to the dragon grounds nest before they hatch by sundown — terrorising the baby dragons that wake alone and ripping into local architecture. Other riders are needed to spread a trail of deep incense smoke in the air that can soothe dragons from their outburst. Lend a hand!

■ Characters who enlisted for dragon riding on arrival could be middling riders by this point.

Aiva’s children hatch moments before the clock ticks 18:00 and Minaras also surges overground. Characters linked to a dragon feel the birth: first as an overwhelming exuberance, then as an all-consuming and irrational dread that briefly reduces them to inexplicable tears.




MINARAS | EYES ON YOU

A sharp departure from Eidris’ laissez-faire is watchful Minaras, where citizens obsess with schedules, orderliness and time — as if every second is both borrowed and wasted.

Newcomers can choose between one-person 2.5x2.5m ‘sleep units’ in packed industrial homes, or pool funds to rent small refurbished alcoves that once served as hospital or science halls. Space is a luxury, silence a myth: helper droids constantly fuss after their masters, steam engines cough outside, and the gentle thrum on the streets betrays the current-shifting omnipresence of large Watch ships.

Civic sound systems periodically bleat reminders for citizens to STAY HALE, STAY WHOLE, alongside tips for basic droid care, the latest in scientific discoveries, paid ads and reminders not to park your robotic carriage near hydrants.

■ Quickly learn the ropes of your assumed identity, as Minaraians have a duty to report peculiar behaviours.

■ Watch ships prevent lawbreaking while Minaras is overground. Crime rates spike rapidly when Minaras falls underground.

■ More than violence, Minaraians appear to fear their pocket watch times being wrong, filth and sickness. The smallest cough earns a stern glance and a wide berth.

■ As part of Minaras’ periodic social indoctrination, you are robotically escorted alongside your peers and other unrelated Minaraians to a civic integration centre. Here, you take turns before a mechanical droid sphinx labelled ASCLEPIOS that asks, ”What rots you? and compels an honest answer (this can be emotional, mental or physical sickness, minor or severe).

■ A painless tattoo appears on the back of your hand, listing your Decay (ex: ‘malnourishment,’ ‘a choleric temper’). Others in the indoctrination centre must help you mend through acts of care (ex: cooking you a meal, helping you meditate). The tattoo fades after 72 hours, or once sufficient acts of care have ‘cured’ you.

■ After one week (around 20 August, but feel free to forward date), a transmission from Arabella informs watch, aerial, military and health units that Minaras is changing the daily schedule of its scout ships. The last scouts will now be deployed at 4:15am and return to base by 5:00am.



QUESTIONS

beitangmoran: (grumpy)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-09-01 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I talk. It's what I'm good at. They're paying me for it, even.

[And he's not going to hide it or pretend anything.]

But that doesn't mean I'm on their side either. I'm a foreigner here. In the grand scheme of things, whatever you're fighting for isn't my fight, and it would be insulting of me to pretend it is. And whatever they have going on out there shouldn't be my business, but I'm stuck here, and I and the people I am here with are simply trying to survive the best way we can in a completely foreign place. You don't have to believe it, or like it, but that's just how it is.

Right now, I'm curious about why this city was sundered. And also about why there seem to be so many people walking and moving about that some of my companions are telling me shouldn't be.

How many people in this city are actually dead? Do you even know? This sickness you spoke of, it seems to run very, very deep. Deep enough that it has dead people walking who don't seem to know they're dead, or if they do, they're trying very hard to pretend not to know.
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-01 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Do they live alongside humans? Because that sounds a little dangerous, to be honest.

[It does sound a bit dangerous to have dragons in a city, too. Xie Lian is very used to supernatural creatures, and he honestly prefers to leave dragons alone whenever possible. They have their own thing going on and shouldn't be disturbed.]

Let's just move slowly, ah? If she gets too agitated, we can always run.
matermali: (031)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-01 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Some in her new company have been overly familiar with names, but it hasn't bothered her in the way that it ought to. It's only reminded her that she should not be so quick to let down her own guard when addressing them in turn. There's an intimacy when someone utters her Christian name, and the overfamiliarity ought to offend someone with her upbringing, but she had never been skilled at confining herself to those societal expectations.

The niceties and the walls she has kept up are not for decorum, but for safety, yet from the moment both of their hands touched the cards of prophecy, Vanessa had understood that neither she nor the Doctor would be safe in the other's presence. He has walked the precipice and so has she, but he has also let himself fall into the pit with darkness and death. Perhaps that is why she never asks him for his true name. She is not yet ready to fall. Already she teeters, and with her desperately seeking his gaze and nodding at the sound of her name, Vanessa worries that if she is not careful, he will drag her down. How lonely it is in the dark, Vanessa.

Her fears are well founded, perhaps too literally, as just when she thinks she may have his attention, he again loses himself. She can only gasp in surprise when his vice of a grip pulls without mercy, and Vanessa must grab at her skirts to keep from tripping over them.

He won't harm you.

She shudders, but doesn't try to pull away, only able to do her best to try and keep up without being outright dragged. She scarcely succeeds, faltering only once and bruising a knee when another victim of fear knocks against the both of them. Somehow the bullets haven't found either of them again, but she doesn't trust where he might be running. Should they run outside? What awaits them out there? A sense of dread, that's what.

"Stop! You must stop. I cannot breathe." She may not tighten her corset for vanity, but it still is not made for such activity. Her ribs feel constricted as she struggles to take a moment that he might pause, so then she can lurch and push against him, her grip on his own hand tightening while her other drops her skirts and reaches to grab at his shoulder to try and push him behind a pillar. Regretfully, she digs her fingers against the wound, hoping that physical pain might snap him back to the waking world. "Something is outside, I can feel it. It is not you. It is not him." Something else... But what? Everything is too chaotic. Everyone's screams are too loud, and she finds herself dizzy.
matermali: (072)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-01 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Vanessa suspects that they will all be forced in some way to go through the centre, and she isn't certain if it would have been better to wait. She hadn't been warned as River now has, and she carries a rebellious hope that the other woman finds her own way to circumvent such humiliation. Perhaps misery loves company, but Vanessa would rather suffer alone. So she tries to tell herself.

The attempt to change topics is welcome, and a flash of gratitude softens Vanessa's posture, her clenched fingers slowly unfurling as she trades a glance between the strange metal man and the woman at her side. Slowly, she stands, so as not to seem either rude or vulnerable. She fears she already has failed on the latter, but is eager to push past it.

"I find them quite unnerving."

The droid seems to flinch at that, but remains near. Vanessa won't be so quick to utter her secrets around it, and she hasn't yet to be cruel, but she doesn't see any reason to offer it flattery just yet. At the moment, it is an intrusion.

"I suppose that is for my lack of knowing how they dare function so like us. The sciences are perhaps not my best strength." She notices that River doesn't have one tagging along behind her. "You are more than welcome to make use of it, if you know better how to manage them."

[ ooc; A million years late, my apologies! If you want to handwave the rest, I totally understand. ]
Edited 2022-09-01 19:07 (UTC)
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Wind Swept)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-09-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know how these dragons seem to him, but they're not the same as his brothers. He doesn't seem to enjoy being around the other dragons that much.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Conquering Queen)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-09-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't tested herbs, but I can start and see if there is something that they're turned off to. Generally, dragons like meat. They don't eat plants. There are herbs that are bitter to the tongue and I think that would be enough to put them off love bites.

I can gather a few different plants and see if any repel them.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Hopeful)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-09-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I only flew Drogon once. [So she doubts she counts as a rider in the same vein as some of her ancestors.] I hatched my dragons and they follow me as their mother. It runs a bit deeper than a simple rider and mount.

[Whether that was the same of her ancestors, at least on a spiritual level, she didn't know. All she had were Viserys's words.]

Drogon was brought here as well. It's better he stays with me.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Wind Swept)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-09-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
You were like me then. If I hadn't been assigned, I would have come right away of my own choosing.

[Seeing someone else excited by dragons? It never seemed to get old for her. It was possible that the rest of the travelers would feel that way, if Drogon's presence was anything to go by, but this city had thrown a fuss over him as well. Mayhap it didn't matter how many dragons you've seen in your life, they would always be wonderous?

She smiled, craning her neck to see if Drogon was still in the rafters.]


Mine is somewhere. [He didn't seem to like the smell of these dragons. There was some differences between them and that was off putting enough for him.] My ancestors were dragon lords and possessed magic in their blood, akin to dragon blood.

They were gone for a time in my world. These are the most dragons I have seen.
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Exhausted)

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-09-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not dead.

[She thought to reach out for him, but held back. If he was seeing something, it would only earn a bad reaction. This needed patience and time, something they didn't have currently.

His current reaction left her loathe to be shot as well. What good would she be to him, to help him if she was injured too?]


This isn't real, Jon. It's a hallucination. Please, we need to move quickly.
matermali: (025)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-01 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
His remark strikes her as dry humor, something she appreciates more than most, though she suppresses her smile with pinched lips to avoid any offense. It may not have been his intent, after all. The man carries his beauty with a chill that she thinks many suitors would be keen on...at least until they were met with wit. In her experience, men who seek to clasp at fair hands want one of two things, neither of which have anything to do with thoughts or the words that carry them.

Clear eyes take him in only once before returning to the crowd, and Vanessa will nod in due acceptance to the role she's been given. She will not be the babe who wails for Mother to lift her up while everyone else is learning to walk.

"If a warm disposition is required for the role, then I fear I too will fall short. We must be careful who we approach as one company, then, lest they go frigid."

Her warmth is reserved for others like her: the lost or broken. Future friends, lovers...even enemies. Never for the men who are drunk on avarice and lust. They're so much lesser. That includes the demons that lurk in her shadow. It seems that everyone here so far has their own demons at their back, so Vanessa must wonder which ones whisper in his ear. The beautiful man's posture is even more striking than hers; his control is palpable. His demons must be great, then.

This judgment only seems to content her, and she's more than comfortable remaining in silence for the time being (as silent as anything can be with the clatter of a crowd about them).

If only such time could extend until their exit. Peace was sweet while it lasted.

[ ooc; Feel free to ignore if you want to handwave, I just wanted to sneak a little taggy in for my own sake. Absolutely no pressure! ]
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-01 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Just quickly before this gets stuck up as a post, I know Wrathion can only partly communicate with Avia but does she communicate anything in her images/etc that might be mildly useful in understanding her distress and what happened?

Just so we don't miss the absolutely obvious option before we all derail.
matermali: (055)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-01 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
As if working at a bank is meant to be a curse, and with further thought Vanessa would have to suspect it may be dreadfully boring. Which would be the biggest bore, she wonders? It depends on how long she'll need to humor any potential suitors. She hopes there will be none. She's certainly no longer a maid, but a promise of money can make men overlook such horrors as age.

"He and I will share similar woes, then. Greedy men will forever be pawing at the coin we keep locked behind promises and contracts."

To have a brother here... Is the woman lucky or unlucky? Vanessa would not want her loved ones to suffer this chaos and uncertainty, but she also does so dread to be completely alone like this. Even in this crowd, it feels as though her voice echoes.

"Have you two been here for very long?"
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (8)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Both that and the babies and what she feels is wrong, I imagine any 'what is the source of her distress' stuff would just be images of........ the actual baby dragons etc, and GESTURING WILDLY AT THEM, maybe. But asking so I don't assume wrong!
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-01 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah okay, so she gets over it real fast. INTERESTING thanks!
matermali: (005)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-01 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Dragons. She has yet to see one, but after all she's been through, can Vanessa afford to be skeptical now? No. She believes, but the concept still makes her uneasy. The word dragon carries a dark promise that she can't yet comprehend, and it tickles at her spine and stiffens her shoulders.

Only momentarily.

The man's easy nature is enough to again settle her demeaner, and there's an appreciation to her slight lilt of a smile. It's no surprise that someone as beautiful as him can find his way so easily around this sort of gathering. Vanessa had once attended balls whenever invited, but of late she only seems to rain disaster upon them. Now, she is careful not to enjoy herself too much.

"Perhaps better that than the muck of the common man." She doesn't think he will take offense. He seems to be no common man. Are any of those in her new company? "I will have money, but no husband or older guardian to keep suitors at bay. Perhaps if I dress in mourning." As if she isn't already covered in black from neck to toe.

"What of your charge?" She could not hear what role everyone received, as there was too much else to focus on. There's always too much, isn't there?

[ ooc; I know this is late, I'm very sorry! RL got in my way. If you'd prefer to handwave, that is okay with me. ]
valeas: (☾ c a p e l l i)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-09-01 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Emilia makes it her business to perceive new additions to their hodgepodge group, and learn every role assigned. It may be that the role of a fellow group member could benefit her own plans at some point. That her role is linked with Mo Ran's means they'll be seeing quite a bit of each other, and she still means to wield available resources to their advantage somehow.

The dragons... were admittedly not part of her initial plan. She's been training rather brutally to strengthen her mental wards, not make herself more vulnerable. After carefully weighing the risks, however, she decided needs must.

She'll be careful, and consider her angles as always.

Problem is, her dragon is a darling. A monstrous darling that could do a lot of damage if she so pleased, but a darling nonetheless. It's becoming harder to deny growing affection, and even some protectiveness.

His greeting earns a brief smile from her, her hand lowering from her dragon's side. "Opal," she tells him. "Not terribly inventive, I realise, but it seemed fitting and she seemed similarly pleased with it."

Under the light of the sun, her shimmering wings do remind Emilia of the gem, or perhaps a moonstone. It does, privately, also make her miss her war horse Tanzie, short for Tanzanite. So maybe there's a theme here, shh.
matermali: (053)

[personal profile] matermali 2022-09-02 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
They would need to get near me again to attempt to compel me.

[ She will not trust the droid at her side to protect her, but she still has a blade hidden on her person. Vanessa would sooner take it to the throat of any who try to drag her back to that building that risk further exposure to her bruised soul.

Her anger is quick to quiet in Moran's presence, however. It's better to focus on what he says next. To solve a puzzle is far better than linger in self-pity, but they also must be careful what they say. In Moran's presence, her droid will not leave, in fact doing its best to place itself between them. ]


To fear decay is natural, I should think, but to brand us with it is more than fear. It is terror. Should they suspect we bring another plague, then our stay may yet worsen. Lucky we are all in good health.

[ Even if any of them aren't, better not to admit it in the presence of her metallic spy. ]
Edited (I FORGOT THEY ALREADY KNEW ABOUT THE OLD PLAGUE. My brain is still catching up, sorry.) 2022-09-02 00:50 (UTC)
valeas: (☾ 2 7 9)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-09-02 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Note to self: ask later what the initials N.A.H. stand for.

For the time being, Opal understands Emilia means business, no sooner she is mounted and pulling the long straps of leather toward her. With the powerful flap of her sprawled wings, Opal pitches herself and her rider high up into the air, yawing where she might otherwise collide with the pinnacle of a tower.

People have been left stranded on adjacent roofs, and Emilia sees them clearly as they fly past. In the past two weeks, she's learned dragon riding largely involves controlling the forces of thrust and lift that proceed wing motions, and where she'd formerly marveled at being so close to the clouds — in some cases high above them — there's only unnerving focus now, as she tries to keep her worry and Opal's from meshing too deeply.

At some point during her flight, Emilia activates the AUDIO feature of her communication device to ask Red,
)

Have any of the eggs been found?
bravelyrunsaway: (smile; a knowing look)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-09-02 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
( he laughs, winking as he leans forward and pushes to his feet. )

As you say, love! I'm not one to overstay a welcome without reason.
bravelyrunsaway: (serious; staring you down)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-09-02 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"In which case, I'll say something nice at your burial," he says in passing, before Moran goes jumping around like a deer mouse. Licyn lifts a brow, taking advantage of the distraction to take out two of the people at the front, leading them to fall and trip up the third. The fourth and fifth wheel around to face Moran, while the sixth skips over their fallen comrades to engage Licyn, and ends up engaged by one of the guards instead.

Licyn slips forward and kicks at the back of one knee for Moran's opponents, aiming to head past and deal with another incoming mechanical hound.
valeas: (☾ c o n v e r s a r e)

[personal profile] valeas 2022-09-02 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Emilia can hardly fault Fei for having reservations. She herself has been reluctant, and not just because of the mental link involved in dragon riding. Something about Serthica as a whole chafes her, something so very unnatural.

Amusement crinkles the corners of her eyes, subtle but present.

"Seeing as our dragons are both particular, might be they'll find some respite in each other's company." If for no other reason than neither one of them is seeking partnership, and meet the very idea with prickliness.

A pause, as Emilia surveys her once more. Lowered voices once more, oh yes.

"And — thank you. For your help with Opal, of course. But for your help with our arrival, as well," she adds. Emilia's been meaning to express that for some days now. It is no small thing they secured passports for them all.
inferus: (🗡️ 2 7 8)

[personal profile] inferus 2022-09-02 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Wrath feels the way the fear increases as Wangji attempts to fight against it. He lasts longer than Wrtath would expect many would. He stays near though, understanding there will be a limit, which will inevitably be reached.

The fear bullets do not allow for anything else. Fear itself in excess cannot be wrestled against. There is a point of no return for creature and human alike.

It can play tricks on one's mind - turn normal sights into something dangerous. It latches on to any vulnerable part of a person. There is little that frightens Wrath any longer. He is Fear itself and mortals cower at the sight of him and tell their stories of the devil to scare each other into the church's submission, but as soon as Emilia is placed into the mix, it all changes.

He fears anything happening to her. He fears her secrets taken from her, her chose stolen away. He fears he will not be able to break the curse at all. For a long time, he feared she would not choose him, but he was wrong to. Now she knows who he is (and all the stories told to her) and she has still.

At the now, Wrath moves forward in a whir of demonic speed and places the Talisman upon Wangji's shoulders as he had instructed. Wrath remains near, however. He does not want to go too far in case something else should happen, and he is interested in watching the object work.