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pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-19 08:15 pm
All this bad blood here: Open job post!
Who: Caren and you!
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
When: After the War, 4/20-4/30
Where: Graupera, Gresser, Palamede
What: Job stuff, including getting yelled at, meeting Servants, all that jazz.
Rating: Pretty sure we got into Rated R for fetish talk and violent thoughts in the Gilgamesh thread there
I: Vessel of hope
[It was an unusual request, but she didn't think it would be one that she could by pass. While there were some parts of the order and the church that she held in contempt, she was a priestess, through and through. Her offering was a simple one, a plain boat with a puffin candle, white and sheltered by slender glass.
A touch of mana lights it with a murmured word. And when the sun goes down, she's there with the rest of the crowd. Her boat is set down, and she starts to sing.
It's a surprisingly lovely, sweet voice-and her singing is in Latin. They are hymns, songs of mourning and blessing, things that one might hear at a funeral.
Her eyes flick to anyone who approaches. She may cease, continue until she is finished, or start singing instead 'Amazing Grace' as an invitation for anyone to join her, if they so wish.]
II: A six pack is worth a thousand pictures
A
Ah. That would be perfect.
[She nods to herself, as she focuses with her camera. This is an odd thing to take a photo off...perhaps it is of a hay bale, a plate of food, or a child crying after falling on their knees and skinning it. Really weird pictures like that. But it's not the only things she's taking a picture of. See that fountain? She's pointing you, hero, to stand underneath it.]
If you don't mind? I'd like a picture of you under the spray. I think it would be very appealing.
B
[She's hungry, but she as to pay for her meal before she has to actually gets anything. She's frowning at the riddle she was offered. It's rather...well, it's not a bad one, but she doesn't want to give up either. It's down on a piece of paper, and she's staring at it, as if it will give it answers.]
I know the answer. Just...need a moment.
[She scowls down at the paper. The locals, at least, seem amused by her. She's intelligent enough, but mostly she's stuck. She needs some orange juice or something to get her brain working but noooo, stupid town rule won't let her have it.]
III: Rebuild Palamede!
A
[She had been moping, as the usual. She was not a strong woman as things went, but she could clean. She was used to it, as things went, but the fact that the local that was showing her around didn't want to come in here...she respected that, and didn't press, for once. Caren could be surprisingly compassionate to those in need.
Which did not mean she would be so nice to those passing by. If anyone tried to walk through her recently washed floor for example...all it would take was a twist of her wrist, and she'd fling mop water at their head. With the mop.
This is slightly better than having her try and recruit someone to help her clean.]
B
[Caren hadn't asked for this. Her face was impassive as the man in front of her-heavier by over a hundred pounds, taller than a foot, maybe more. His mouth was hitched in a permanent smirk on one side, due to scarring. And, he seemed, he didn't have anything to laugh about. People had been hurt. And these heroes, these people God selected were supposed to keep them safe! They were supposed to do better then this!
There was a crowd forming because of this. And while Caren had been singing hymns and other things earlier, she had been heading in for a break. But now...
She watched him, and slowly brought a hand up to wipe at the spittle on her face. She was smiling, a little. Maybe someone wants to watch or...try to step in before something terrible happens.]
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With one last small prayer to all the boats and DEAD SOULS, Asuna stands before offering a hand down to Caren. ]
Shall we go to the library?
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But she'll take Asuna's hand to stand up.]
Lets.
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AND THEN LIBRARY TIME. The doors open and there are more books than anybody would know what to do with. At first, it was intimidating to Asuna. Now? It's a blessing. Nearly anything and everything can be researched here.
Good thing she knows exactly where to find the books Caren is looking for. ]
This way. There's an entire section dedicated to religion and the gods along with their legends.
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But WHOOHOO BOOKS let's crack open a few.]
Excellent. My thanks for this.
[She's likely to shut her out for a time, because she has a lot to catch up on. Every bit of information could be vital to the take down of these beings who call themselves gods.
And well. It might be fun to end the world.]
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Asuna just smiles. ] Of course. [ She has no idea what she's done.
She'll be quiet tho and read a book about Delphine to let Caren study in peace. How she would want it if she was the one reading. But she'll stay nearby just in case. ]
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But then, Caren doesn't tell Asuna everything. Instead, she hunts for information, reading with a kind of intensity. It might be kind of scary, actually.
She'll keep reading long, long into the night if she's allowed. Sorry Asuna. She has a lot of catching up to do, that's all.]
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It's okay. She did the same thing when she first found the library. For some reason or other, Asuna sticks around but as night rolls around she yawns quietly at a table she's sitting at, resting her head in her palm.
She's gotten over the habit of falling asleep in the library but she's probably here to make sure Caren doesn't make the same mistake.
Except her eyes are getting heavy.... as she sits here and reads..... ]
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Caren is too focused on what she's doing to be tired. Even after the boats going off, it only gave her a direction, a focus, something to stride for. Things may not be as far away as they seem...
...but she does notice Asuna falling asleep where she sits. At least, when she goes to pick up more books.]
You should get some rest. You've had a long day.
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The sound of a voice talking to her startles Asuna and she sits up with a jerk, looking towards Caren. ]
Haven't you?
[ If anything she should go back... to the room. Asuna can tell from Caren's unruffled expression she's going to do EXACTLY as she expected but just to make sure, ]
You're not going to stay here all night, are you?
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I am. I should be fine; I've done this before.
[She makes a shooing motion.]
You should go though; you're falling asleep. Unless you desire an escort?
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Blush intensifies too from getting caught almost falling asleep. ]
I-I wasn't... [ YEAH SHE WAS. In the end, she just narrows her eyes at the shooing motion before she sighs and stands up, pushing in her chair and closing the book she was "reading." ]
I'm alright, thank you.
But I'll only leave if you get some rest eventually, too. Do you promise?
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Don't worry, she won't tell anyone.]
I promise I will get some rest eventually.
[She will. Eventually. She's just not saying when.]
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She's done what she could for Caren, for now. ]
Then, I better get back to- [ HESITATES. ] My room.
[ yeah, smooth ]
Good night, Caren. [ She'll be peeking in the library first thing in the morning...... ]
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[She goes back to where she was reading. She has no plan on getting drool on paper and let it stick to her face.]
Good night, Asuna.
[That's likely where she'll be, first thing. Reading intensely, first thing in the morning.]