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pawnstorm2016-07-26 01:31 pm
showsnopiety) wrote in pawnstorm2016-07-26 01:31 pm
It all began in that moment [Open!]
Who: Caren and you!
When: Throughout July, before and after dungeon
Where: Caissa, Petrosian
What: Getting all the job stuff in one place. And overflow.
Rating: None, NSFW/R-18, etc
Angry Birds
[There's a high pitched screeching noise, and it is not from a bird. Or a griffon, or a person even being attacked. Instead, it looks as if there is...some sort of protester? Activist? That has spotted Caren's traqing one of the griffons. Caren hops down easily to take the dart out of the bird and see about getting it to the holding area (or whatever they're calling it these days) where it can rest peacefully. But there's the activist, badgering her with questions, red in the face.
At first, Caren ignores them; she's trying to do her job, and she's not going to be stopped from doing it by someone who is being a pest. But they get louder and attracting more attention, getting in her way as she tries to move and get ready for the next target that...she snaps.]
Will you not cease?
[And they go silent. Not because they shut up; they're still trying to talk, but their voice has been rendered inaudible.
From the way Caren is staring, she didn't mean to do that either. Whoops.]
Anyway Here’s Wonderwall
[Nnnnnngh they have to learn about Gammon. Well, she supposes it's a place that they could...possibly...use as a safehouse location someday. So she had to do the research anyway. At least this way she was getting paid for it, and it's not suspicious for her to be asking questions about various things about Gammon.
One of the things she's decided to do (other then sample fish and chips; it was a need to thing if she was going to present about it) was find some Gammon music. She has a gammerphone with a pair of headphones on it and....
Her expression on her face is odd. But after a moment, she takes the headphones off and offers them to be listened to.]
I'm not sure how to describe this. Indulge me for a moment?
[She's a bit of a musician herself, so if she's at a loss of words for this, this ought to be good...or bad. Or something.]
Harvest Soon: The Prequel
How wasteful.
[It's perfectly good belt that was chucked into the river! Though now it looks like it's been ruined now, thanks to all the water its absorbed. She shakes her head still, and continues her tracking over the river, bare footed and wearing little more then a sleeveless blouse and a short skirt. She's staring into the water, fishing things out and plopping things into a popcorn bucket she found downstream. She might be muttering to herself because...well, she's more or less complaining about people, like the cheerful thing she is.]
You'd think that humans here who are so environmentally concerned would-
[She pauses in mid sentence with a startled yelp. Seems she stepped on something sharp by accident, and it hurts.]
Dye Hard
[She'd done her share of research for this before even stepping onto the boat. Hence, Caren is not dressed in her usual dull colors out of uniform-no whites, no browns. Instead, after pulling on her gloves, she rolls her shoulders once, and tosses second hand piece of clothing, something that could possibly be taken as a cloak. It's worn, but it's either red, black and purple. Caren herself is dressed in a purple dress and black vest.
It looks like it should be sweltering, but she doesn't seem to care. Maybe that's why she's wearing her hair up in a side pony tail for once. But...]
Put that on, or keep it close. Word has it that they want those colors, for one reason or another.
[She stares. She's not moving this boat until there's compliance or a show of any of the colors on their person.]
You recall how we're going to be luring them out, correct?
Overflow
For those who want to continue from the intro, something will be written below!
When: Throughout July, before and after dungeon
Where: Caissa, Petrosian
What: Getting all the job stuff in one place. And overflow.
Rating: None, NSFW/R-18, etc
Angry Birds
[There's a high pitched screeching noise, and it is not from a bird. Or a griffon, or a person even being attacked. Instead, it looks as if there is...some sort of protester? Activist? That has spotted Caren's traqing one of the griffons. Caren hops down easily to take the dart out of the bird and see about getting it to the holding area (or whatever they're calling it these days) where it can rest peacefully. But there's the activist, badgering her with questions, red in the face.
At first, Caren ignores them; she's trying to do her job, and she's not going to be stopped from doing it by someone who is being a pest. But they get louder and attracting more attention, getting in her way as she tries to move and get ready for the next target that...she snaps.]
Will you not cease?
[And they go silent. Not because they shut up; they're still trying to talk, but their voice has been rendered inaudible.
From the way Caren is staring, she didn't mean to do that either. Whoops.]
Anyway Here’s Wonderwall
[Nnnnnngh they have to learn about Gammon. Well, she supposes it's a place that they could...possibly...use as a safehouse location someday. So she had to do the research anyway. At least this way she was getting paid for it, and it's not suspicious for her to be asking questions about various things about Gammon.
One of the things she's decided to do (other then sample fish and chips; it was a need to thing if she was going to present about it) was find some Gammon music. She has a gammerphone with a pair of headphones on it and....
Her expression on her face is odd. But after a moment, she takes the headphones off and offers them to be listened to.]
I'm not sure how to describe this. Indulge me for a moment?
[She's a bit of a musician herself, so if she's at a loss of words for this, this ought to be good...or bad. Or something.]
Harvest Soon: The Prequel
How wasteful.
[It's perfectly good belt that was chucked into the river! Though now it looks like it's been ruined now, thanks to all the water its absorbed. She shakes her head still, and continues her tracking over the river, bare footed and wearing little more then a sleeveless blouse and a short skirt. She's staring into the water, fishing things out and plopping things into a popcorn bucket she found downstream. She might be muttering to herself because...well, she's more or less complaining about people, like the cheerful thing she is.]
You'd think that humans here who are so environmentally concerned would-
[She pauses in mid sentence with a startled yelp. Seems she stepped on something sharp by accident, and it hurts.]
Dye Hard
[She'd done her share of research for this before even stepping onto the boat. Hence, Caren is not dressed in her usual dull colors out of uniform-no whites, no browns. Instead, after pulling on her gloves, she rolls her shoulders once, and tosses second hand piece of clothing, something that could possibly be taken as a cloak. It's worn, but it's either red, black and purple. Caren herself is dressed in a purple dress and black vest.
It looks like it should be sweltering, but she doesn't seem to care. Maybe that's why she's wearing her hair up in a side pony tail for once. But...]
Put that on, or keep it close. Word has it that they want those colors, for one reason or another.
[She stares. She's not moving this boat until there's compliance or a show of any of the colors on their person.]
You recall how we're going to be luring them out, correct?
Overflow
For those who want to continue from the intro, something will be written below!
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[He glances down at the healed foot again.] That's very good! Tyria is saturated with magic but most people do not pick up such a precise spell so quickly! What a shame you have no magic to return to...
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[She shrugged and her eyes grew heavy lidded.]
You can say that I have a gift of focus. When I wish to learn something, I learn it as much as I am able to. Perhaps I would not be able to do this when I return-if I return.
But it is something.
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[She glances up at him, with confusion for a few moments. But she takes his hand and makes to raise up onto both feet, gingerly putting weight on the previously injured one.
It seems fine though.]
How? In what way?
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[She wondered about that. A season...has it really been so long?]
It depends on what you mean by all right. I am surviving, even thriving, but so are many people.
Blanc is a varied republic, and they aren't used to war. They don't seem to know what to do with themselves, and depending on what we do, their mood is fickle. So it is with public opinion and people in general. We are, after all, by the word of the government, god selected.
We can be considered the closest thing to demi gods, in power, if not in skill. We can do things that the enemy cannot.
We are...frightening, and would be more so if we had a chance to grow not in numbers but in skill.
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What can we do that they cannot? Noir. I have not been able to tap into my own magic since arriving. There are things I have not tried yet, but are they not also capable magicians?
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[She's...a bit of a cynic.]
You have the magic of this world. You merely need to be taught. Noir is capable, but we have far more versatility.
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And spell knowledge is limited in Blanc, so we can't be certain.
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[He glances back at the river briefly with a wry expression.] They--ah, forgive me, I ask you a lot of questions about this, don't I?
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[She stands up gingerly, and brushes herself off.]
And others may need it as well. But-if you would excuse me, I'd like to get back to work.
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