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raiamods ([personal profile] raiamods) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia2021-06-10 06:01 pm

EVENT #01 —

WHO: All PCs
WHAT: Guests arrive at the basecamp
WHEN: June 10 - June 17
WHERE: Basecamp Leviathan
NOTES/WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we should update this because we missed something)


EVENT LOG 001 — JUNE ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we missed something and should update this!)

Please note that several of these sections have deadlines, so it's a good idea to prioritize your plotting for the earlier section of the event first.

A calendar of events and deadlines is as follows:
IC:
June 10 -
The thessyx arrive with the shell.
June 11 - Dinner with the thessyx, gifts distributed.
June 12 - Scrimmage interrupted by the formation of a sinkhole.
June 14 - Critters emerge from the sinkhole in the gymnasium.
June 13-17 - Two more sinkholes open up, with more critters emerging within the day.

OOC:
June 13 -
Last day to ask about your character interfering with the shell.
June 16 - Last day to ask about your character joining the closed-door meeting with Childe and the thessyx.
June 30 - Last day to register the way your character engages with the thessyx and the critters directly. (Mods do not anticipate replying to these comments.)
❀ UNEXPECTED VISITORS


At noon on June 10, a dozen visitors arrive. The Thessyx carry themselves quietly, moving through the base as if they were attempting to enter a body of water without disturbing it. Lightweight robes of some native skein cover their green-grey amphibian skin, but do not obscure the fact that each of them possesses four arms. Once inside the base and in the leviathan’s embrace, they will lower their hoods and additionally reveal fins of varying colors along the back of their scalps. These creatures have slit noses; wide-set, irisless eyes; and mouths that stretch the full width of their skull. With them, they bring a great shell about three meters long and as tall as a small adult human.

The security force of the Adamant greets the visitors on their entry to camp. These strange amphibious creatures inform the security force that they are the Thessyx, and that the shell is full of gifts. The security force is ordered by Chief Security Officer Rémi to lock the shell away until Captain Childe has had the opportunity to decide what will be done with the contents. If you intend for your character to interfere with the shell in some way, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below BEFORE JUNE 13TH — this includes if your character would try to stop others from interfering with it.

Three of their number with blue fins on their head go to speak in a closed-door meeting with Captain Childe. If your character would like to attempt to get access to this meeting, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below with an explanation of how they would attempt to do so BEFORE JUNE 16TH.

The next day, more Thessyx arrive, and they will remain on the base for about one week. They move around the camp fairly casually, mingling with the Adamant’s crew. They are particularly interested in the hatchlings. If your character would like to ask specific questions of the Thessyx they encounter, please direct them to the QUESTIONS thread below.

Just before dinner the next evening (June 11), Captain Childe announces that there will be a special celebration in the mess hall, courtesy of their guests — all of their guests. The announcement is as follows, and goes out on the communication devices camp-wide:
I'm sure some of you have noticed the Thessyx walking among us. In light of their arrival and the gifts they've brought with them, we've decided to have a joint celebration in the mess. They have agreed to have guards from their city patrol our perimeter, so everyone has twelve hours off. Attendance isn't mandatory, but it's strongly suggested.

They've brought gifts for our new arrivals as well. These gifts are to be distributed later. I know some of you will think it's unfair that the Thessyx are favoring them, and that in three years of being here this is the first time they've initiated contact with us. Tensions are bound to be high — but the first person who picks a fight is getting thrown in the brig, I don't care if you're a civilian or not. We could all use this break.

Don't offend them. No fish jokes.

Childe out.
At dinner, a few crew members get out their instruments, and Captain Childe even looks the other way when Senior Engineer Thorkil Bjørnson opens up a barrel of the moonshine he’s just finished. It means going without later, but they’ll share some of their modest wealth with the Thessyx. The mess hall is cluttered with revelry, and some of the tables have been pushed together to make room for people to dance.

The feast is made up of various mosses and seaweeds, pickled insects, and a few mollusks. Whether this sounds appetizing or not, it’s the freshest food anyone on the base has had for a while, and it seems it’s only intended for the Children of the Leviathan. Some crew members look on jealously or externalize their bitterness. Others may be pushier — after all, they’ve been providing for the hatchlings out of their own supplies for a while now. Still others will be surprised if any of the hatchlings offer trades or pawn the food off on them preemptively — they may be inclined towards favors and good will.

A few notes:
  • The Thessyx refer to the hatchlings as ‘Children of the Leviathan.’ They do not appear to sleep, nor do they step out from under the leviathan’s embrace when the sun is out. The three blue finned Thessyx who meet with Captain Childe are not the Thessyx’s leaders, only representatives. They prefer to ask the PCs questions about them and where they came from rather than answering questions about themselves.

  • To interfere with the shell, attempt to be involved in the closed-door meeting between Childe and the thessyx, or to ask questions of the thessyx, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread. These options have staggered deadlines so that we can account for each stage while responding to the next; these actions of some hatchlings will reflect on others.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the mod comment labeled THESSYX GREETING with a brief description of how your character would greet the Thessyx. Feel free to write multiple characters in a single comment. We just want to check the temperature in the room.

  • ❀ A DISTURBANCE UNDERFOOT

    On June 12th, the thessyx’s visit is disrupted by the appearance of a sinkhole in the gymnasium. The basketball court, which was already in disrepair, suffers the worst of the damage. In the midst of a scrimmage between PCs and NPCs, which the thessyx observe quite rapturously, a 5-meter hole opens in the middle, with concrete and steel and earth crumbling underfoot. Any injured PCs will have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team, and the gymnasium will be closed until further notice. Don’t worry! The Adamant’s engineers are on the case, figuring out how the soil’s stability gave way. This could be bad news for the entirety of the basecamp if it’s an ongoing issue. The engineers could probably use some help addressing the issue — to volunteer, reach out to us in the QUESTIONS thread.

    Over the next couple days, two more sinkholes appear — one near the Memorial Wall, and one in the showers (though it thankfully doesn’t seem to have affected the plumbing). Anyone injured by a sinkhole will also have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team. Cartagena shares a helpful (“helpful”) PSA about the dangers of sinkholes and how to protect yourself, which is clearly dated and has nothing to do with whatever is going on here on Ethyraia:

    Hello, Children of the Leviathan! Isn’t that a silly name? I guess it’s the most accurate, since you did come from eggs. Soon you will be one month old! Hahaha! Biology can be odd sometimes.

    It’s not just biology, though! Ecology is certainly strange and confusing, and nothing is stranger and more confusing than the ecology of Ethyraia. I’m sure you have all noticed the sinkholes appearing more and more often these days. Do not be alarmed! Not because there is nothing alarming, but because alarm leads to panic and panic leads to more danger!

    For the time being, please follow these helpful tips for sinkholes:
    1. If you see a sinkhole, go the opposite direction.
    2. If you fall into a sinkhole, try not to cry. Instead, yell for help!

    I think these are sufficient enough guidelines to follow, yes?

    Remember, be careful out there! And protect your squishy selves. You never know when you might be useful later. Then it would be a shame if your squishy self was gone. We’d all be very sad. Or most of us. Or some of us. At least me, to the capacity that an AI can be sad.

    Stay safe! Cartagena out.

    On June 14th, the first of the critters emerges from the sinkhole in the gymnasium. These creatures are roughly a meter tall at the shoulder, blind, with enormous clawed forepaws and supernumerary hind-legs that appear shrunken and shrivelled and barely provide function. These creatures have tough, armored hides and truly, truly awful breath. They are capable of tearing through metal with their claws, and small arms fire does nothing to them. Within the day, dozens of them have skittered into the base. They seem as confused and afraid to be in here as the basecamp’s residents are to have them here. However, these are wild animals; they react to their fear with sharp teeth and claws. A few perseverant critters find their way into the cafeteria, sniffing out food, while others can be found gnawing on cables that power the lights for the basecamp.

    Chief Security Officer Rémi will be quick to pursue an extermination plan. The problem is big enough that the PCs are encouraged to help out, and those who volunteer will be quickly accepted, as long as they aren't trying to offer their own bright ideas.

    A few notes:
  • To volunteer to help out with engineering, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread.

  • If your character would volunteer to help security exterminate the creatures, or if they would disregard the security force and go after the critters on their own, please let us know in the QUESTIONS thread so we can talk about what this would look like. Rémi isn’t well-known for liking people who subvert the chain of command.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the CRITTER WRANGLING comment with how you vote the critters get dealt with — extermination, rehoming, or something else. If someone has already commented with your characters’ IC preference, please add your +1 under other people’s comments, so it’s easier for us to sort.
  • trassel: (24.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-27 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Yes is enough permission. ]

    [ No sooner has she accepted than she will see a bright smile erupt on him and to find herself drawn in for an embrace and a searing kiss. She was careful with him, joyous and patient, and should have received one in return, but Matthias doesn't care. This is all his. ]
    brosbeforeprose: (crazy little thing called love)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-27 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    Varric wouldn't have called his own timing excellent up until now, but this girl has that in spades. She catches up easily - bloody long legs - and--

    He skids to a halt at her words and looks back at where the critter is rolling over like an inconvenienced turtle...one that happens to have comically misshapen legs.

    "If you can get me a shot at its underbelly, I've got it." He hefts Bianca again and loads up several arrows at once, some with nasty serrated edges, sharp backwards-facing hooks to make removing them impossible without causing real damage. He hasn't many left and doesn't use them often, but for this? Every little helps.

    The words, 'are you sure' catch on the tip of his tongue - she looks totally unarmed, after all, and she's virtually going to have its maw in her face to do this. But he doesn't - he's not the expert on what she's capable off.

    "Good luck," he says simply instead, and braces himself, raising Bianca's aiming module to eye level and getting ready.
    figlia_morbida: ([sugar man])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-27 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Trish somehow frowns deeper even with her frown already pretty pronounced as is.]

    They told me the Leviathan shaped this very world with a flood. They believe it's all powerful, so the religious angle makes a lot of sense.

    [She's not even touching the egg topic. Hatching from an egg is bad enough, being laid by a dragon corpse even as a metaphorical concept sucks beyond belief.]

    But they said there's no story in their culture of the Leviathan bringing "hatchlings" to this world. So maybe they're as surprised as we are, or maybe they're lying.

    [The gifts and stuff to appease them may be more to appease the Leviathan, if it's the type of deity to expect gifts for itself or its "offspring".

    That being said, Trish doesn't think telepathic beings can be surprised. Especially since their odd little group has been here for a few weeks. They've had time to think about what to do in response, and what they want out of the hatchlings. Maybe they want nothing but to make their god happy, or maybe there's something else just under the surface.
    ]

    I don't trust them, Bucciarati.
    figlia_morbida: ([word up])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-27 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Damn, Alina has a point.

    Trish chews on that statement for a minute, turning it over in her head restlessly, but between the Adamant and the Thessyx...she finds she likes the Thessyx even less than the hapless people that ended up saddled with them.
    ]

    Sure, why would they, right? We're strangers to them all and horribly outnumbered if they decide they want us gone.

    [Trish looks up from the hat in her hands.]

    It's a stupid situation, really. I like playing these games as much as you do.

    [That is to say, not at all.]

    But if I wanted to bet on charity, I wouldn't expect it from the creatures that didn't bother to show any until we showed up. Like I said, I don't care what you do, but if it comes back on the rest of us, then it's an issue.

    [Hence the subtle plea to be, well, subtle.]
    figlia_morbida: ([roundabout])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-27 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Scaring it, in Trish's opinion, is allowing it more room for unpredictable behavior. She's not too fond of that option, even if it would be nicer to just hope it runs back down the hole it came out of like a good little mole-thing.

    She watches this man edge closer into the room, and there's...an odd sensation that lifts from her shoulders as he speaks, like a weight long settled suddenly being lifted, and she doesn't hide her bemused expression from him, blinking slowly.

    She doesn't know what he did, just that he's still in plain sight, but that little boon vanishes with a pop, the room going dark in an instant, and Trish has to cover her mouth to muffle her surprised yelp. She moves quickly to attach her watch to her top's strap, since it has a dinky flashlight function, and she didn't bring anything else...it's not a good light, but it's enough.

    That being said, if Illumi's already on the move, she's lost him.
    ]

    Hey, don't wander alone!

    [She hisses into the dark. Clutching her metal pipe, she ducks into the room herself.

    He said ambush, so she assumes he's closing in on their quarry. It's spooky with the cover of dark in here now, and she hates that she can't tell if the skittering is the dance of loose wires or the creature's claws on the hard floor.

    She listens in case he says something else, as a disembodied voice somewhere in the room.
    ]
    neversmall: (042 (oh no he's hot))

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-27 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ If Nina is surprised into a laugh at him suddenly tugging her toward him, it is a joyful laugh that is quickly smothered by his lips. His kiss is an open door caught and blown wide by the wind, the sudden rush of a waterfall after a rain, it is intense and focused - and Nina rises to meet it. She leans in to him. She lifts up both hands and slides them into his hair and holds him. And, yes, she kisses him back. ]
    figlia_morbida: ([wannabe])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-27 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yeah, it's an odd feeling to be taller than a man for once in her life, but Trish is just glad that they can keep pace with each other, because she's definitely no athlete otherwise.

    She stops with him, eyeing the creature as it recovers from the daze Spice Girl had put it in, having bashed it into the softened floor like a crab on a drum. Her gaze travels to Varric then, tracing the edges of the new arrows he's sporting, and damn, those look brutal. Which is exactly what they need, and she's more than happy to give him the opportunity to use them.

    "I won't need luck if your aim is true." She replies, a little more confidently than she feels.

    After all, she's counting on that. He doesn't look like a classic bersagliere, but he has a crossbow, which has to be a tough thing to use and he wields it with definite skill. She'll trust that.

    Anyways, time to make good on her word. Spice Girl floats alongside her as she doubles back towards the mole creature full tilt. Now that it's standing, this might make things easier, actually.

    "Hey, look at me, you ugly bastard!"

    She shouts, and the creature growls, crouching low before pelting towards her in return. Trish bends then, running her fingertips on the floor before sinking her fingers into it, lifting up a swath of previously hard flooring like putty.

    "Spice Girl!"

    Her Stand trades the swath of ground with Trish, forging ahead to dive and wrap it around the creature's upper body like a very odd rope. Unfortunately, her range is small, so Trish is forced to stand terribly close to those enormous, scrabbling claws as Spice Girl twirls behind the creature and pulls hard, stopping it in its tracks and lifting its upper body off the ground. Of course, it fights pretty hard at this, limbs flailing and teeth gnashing as it strains against the improvised rope.

    Trish turns on a heel, moving out of the way and hoping that's enough. Varric better be quick!

    "Do it...!"

    Of course, her back up here is that Spice Girl releases the "rope" and uses the resulting tension to fling the mole forward like some awful bungee cord. Varric is right in the path of that, which, not ideal. You got this, mystery man...!
    Edited (wording lol) 2021-06-27 22:33 (UTC)
    angerberg: (pic#14132774)

    [personal profile] angerberg 2021-06-28 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
    And how. I'd thought the humans were the only sentient creatures on this planet.

    [ the way she says it suggests that 'the only sentient creatures on this planet' really means 'their only hope of survival.' that there are other options, which the humans from the adamant haven't necessarily been forthcoming about, is just as interesting to yennefer as the fact that they're speaking with childe.

    perhaps unkindly, to drive the point home, yennefer points out —
    ]

    Do you think she'll put each of them into a cell for an interrogation as well?
    hootlem: (Weaponizing my pride. Well played.)

    critters

    [personal profile] hootlem 2021-06-28 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [Of all the weird shit she's seen since coming here, returning to a giant dog in her path's just about as mundane as it gets. Still, Eda tugs her acid-eaten satchel to her other side as the wolf draws closer, on the off-chance it went for it.]

    [She arches an eyebrow, but otherwise shrugs.]


    Sure. You sure are gettin' buddy-buddy with the clawbeasts. [Eda shoots a grin back, starting to walk back the way she came.] Bet Officer Fussy Pants won't be happy with you.
    trassel: (10.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Trassel is well-trained. He sniffs at the air, looking at Eda, but makes no move towards her, not even to indulge his own curiosity. ]

    [ Matthias' jaw tightens — ingrained in him is the instinct to obey an experienced superior, but he can't just agree to a blanket kill order. And not on animals. ]

    No, probably not. But what else are we supposed to do?
    sunmon: (pic#14981210)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, are you an expert on getting people to write ballads in your honor? [ alina grins. this is easy. this is the sort of trauma-humor that carried her and mal through a lot of years. thinking of mal should burden her with all the disappointment at how he'd abandoned her, ignoring her letters as soon as she'd gone to the little palace, but the behavior is just familiar enough and needed enough that it's just comforting. ] I could use the advice.
    sunmon: (pic#14981221)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [ she doesn't even pretend to make noises of understanding and attentiveness. rather, she grunts as she tries to hoist herself up, and then comes up short because she reaches the point at which her bad leg would absolutely have to come perpendicular to the wall. the bent arm can manage the weight, she thinks, but the bad leg just doesn't want to extend like that to walk up.

    she winds up still at the bottom, stopping just long enoug hto go —
    ]

    Sorry, did you say prison laborers got mutated?
    sunmon: (pic#14982462)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [ sensing the shift in trish — the way she stops and thinks it over a bit — alina softens. she leans back against some of the scaffolding that supports the light structures for the theater. when she'd first arrived, they'd seemed impossible and foreign. now, they were the closest thing to familiar comfort she had on this planet. ]

    I wasn't trying to spread it around in the first place. [ she hedges around this, careful. ] So I'd appreciate if you didn't ... you know. [ her shoulders hunch a little. ] I think you're right, anyway. The thessyx don't seem interested.
    morozova: @axisandallies (Default)

    [personal profile] morozova 2021-06-28 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
    +1 sliding in late with starbucks but aleksander will volunteer to help, will cheerfully yeet any and all critters that get close enough to cause problems, but otherwise not be actively seeking to exterminate.
    mylawn: (pic#10436243)

    [personal profile] mylawn 2021-06-28 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
    Less to clean up, too.

    [Beyond the vague discomfort he might feel about killing a bunch of creatures who seem more confused and scared than anything, ushering them safely out of base camp will probably save them some time in the "scrubbing blood and guts off the floor" department.

    76 is still regarding the creatures with suspicion. They're behaving, it seems, but he knows he can't necessarily trust that. Surely they won't stay placated for long.
    ]

    You sure petting them is a good idea?
    sunmon: (Default)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
    I've been doing my best dancing bear impression.

    [ she says this boastfully, like it holds any candle to nina's news. it's a sort of self-effacing pride, though, that seems too aware of the fact that actually, alina has been in the salt mines. ]

    The kids are rehearsing a show called Peter Pan that mostly involved me carrying Nivea around in the air while she pretended to be covered in fairy dust. I think The Slant of Sun Hitting a Water Lily will like it.
    morozova: [ used with permission ] (pic#14862924)

    [personal profile] morozova 2021-06-28 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
    ( he doesn't rush to her side. however, that's only because he's been kept busy wrangling the creatures that are responsible for her present state. ugly things, likely acting out of an instinct that would make them difficult to hate if they weren't also such an utter nuisance.

    finding out that alina has been injured doesn't help endear them to him, of course. and though he's quickly assured that her injuries are minor, he spends the duration of his stay watching her shift with a mingling of frustration and concern.

    when she wakes, she'll find him watching her still, a cup of something that might be water and might be moonshine, clasped in his hand. he's been here a while. )
    They tell me you'll live.

    ( he doesn't mean it to sound like an accusation but it manages to anyway. the concern edging into something very nearly angry. )
    needfully: (pic#14877871)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-28 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [ At that, he hums in agreement. If his partner thinks the easiest way to solve the problem is to kill it, he's not going to complain. Truthfully, he has little preference as to what to do with these things - only what will seem the most convenient for him and whoever he's working with will drive him. ]

    Frankly— I'm more suited to killing things from far away. [ He says, bluntly, peeking into the dark room. The lights above them are flickering on and off due to the tampering of the wires by the beast, which doesn't help their visibility much. Although, just a glance at her weaponry tells him she's much more prepped to fight toe to toe with this thing than himself. ] But if we get closer, I can immobilize it for some time.

    [ It's an offer, not a concrete plan - as his lighthearted tone suggests. He gestures to the myriad of weapons at her disposal, eyeing that axe especially. ]

    Could you cut through the softer parts of it underneath the armor?
    sunmon: (Default)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ she startles upon seeing him. dressed down like he is these days, she barely recognizes him. he doesn't look like the black general. he just looks like a man. somehow, that's worse.

    but alina sits up, groggy and feverish, rubbing at her neck with her bad arm while she supports herself on her good one.
    ]

    Try to contain your relief.

    [ it's a little acidic. on the one hand, his insistence on open disdain makes it easier to remember what he is. on the other, now of all times she could use the comfort of how he had feigned care and concern over her. even if it wasn't real, it would be nice to have. just for a little while. ]

    They said nothing was broken. Just a few tears. And the bleeding, obviously. [ they'd cut away part of the pants she was wearing, and her leg is still bandaged. brown-red stains seep through the dressing. ]
    morozova: @axisandallies (gk-sab32)

    [personal profile] morozova 2021-06-28 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
    I'd rather you not have been injured at all.

    ( it's not apologetic, precisely, but some of the tension he's been carrying dissolves in the wake of her response. if she's in a fit enough state to snap at him, then she'll probably be fine.

    he extends the cup to her. it's water. )


    Do you remember what happened?
    needfully: (pic#14877870)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-28 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That answer offers him enough insight, as does her labored breathing and overall appearance; thus, he reaches for another few pins that are stuck through his clothes and into his skin, extracting them from his body without so much of a flinch. ]

    In that case, this should take care of it.

    [ He flings the needles towards the flaming beast, each one hitting their marks in the soft, fleshy parts of the creature's eye sockets. The added punctures seem to only worsen the transformation effect of the existing needle, bones beginning to protrude at odd angles from every part of its skull, and even at parts of its spine.

    With a great thud, it falls over onto its side, immobilized from the pain and no doubt some part of induced paralysis— the added damage from its burns makes it easier to incapacitate it, and eventually, it stops moving aside from the occasional twitch of one of its claws. ]


    ... It isn't dead, but it shouldn't move anymore. [ Which is good enough for their sakes, in his opinion. ] That power comes from life energy?

    [ He asks, mostly out of the blue and absentmindedly curious, apparently not concerned with the beast anymore (or cleaning it up, for that matter.) ]
    sunmon: (Default)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-28 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ she reaches for the cup warily. a peace offering, she supposes. ]

    I was visiting the Memorial Wall. [ she doesn't expound on why. it hadn't proven fruitful, and more to the point, it was a stupid idea to begin with. alina knows that she shouldn't be looking for validation out of kirigan, but it doesn't stop her from wanting it. she wants to be clever and capable. she needs to present herself that way. so she elides that she'd been simply grasping at straws to learn more when there was no more to learn. ] The ground opened up. At first it sort of just ... sank. And then the steel plates of the floor split, and my leg got caught between them before the whole area collapsed. I fell.

    [ she takes a sip of water, gaze flicking up towards him. she swallows in haste to tack on, firmly, ] Sir.

    [ it feels like something more official in capacity, at least, the way he's interrogating her about how she'd dared to come to harm. like he wasn't just paying a visit to an injured loved one, but evaluating a strategic failing. ]
    needfully: (pic#14782401)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-28 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [ dying at gittarackur being the most suspicious looking stand user brunos ever seen... ranked worse than secco ]

    It's not like I trust them, but if they really didn't want us to know anything, they wouldn't have answered anything we asked.

    [ Illumi has his doubts about the Thessyx... but his running theory is that the Children of the Leviathan must fill some sort of sacred role in their society, or bring about some special event. Fulfill a prophecy. Something mystical and altogether superstitious. For the time being, it doesn't seem like they have calculated bad intentions, but he won't rule it out. What he does do is start leading himself and Bruno off to a more secluded area - the memorial wall, where there's seldom anyone at this time of day.

    He wants to be alone (sans Bruno) if he's to take these pins out. The other's suspicion of him doesn't register to him, which is also probably why he doesn't think he's being suspicious by cornering off Bruno to a secluded area, either. ]


    Nothing they gave us had been tampered with. [ Poisoned or laced with anything, at least as far as his tastebuds could tell. ] So their efforts seem more of a show of worship than anything.
    hootlem: (I tied her pointy shoes together)

    [personal profile] hootlem 2021-06-28 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
    This. This is exactly what we're supposed to do.

    [Eda shoulders her staff, and turns to walk backwards to watch the chittering varmints.] I've put a couple to sleep and kept people away, but I didn't have a good way get 'em out.

    But you know what? Let Officer Fussy Pants get all twisted up over it. The crews' been stuck here for years and they haven't learned much. These animals have been here for a lot longer. There's gotta be a way to learn from them.
    trassel: (43.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-28 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ They're almost to the door. He notices one edging a bit too close to 76 and waves at it amiably to come towards him instead, that 76 can stay in the lead. ]

    I have a way with animals.

    [ Good or bad idea isn't the point, it's that Matthias would have tried it anyway, given the chance. It so happens that it worked for him. ]

    As long as we don't make sudden movements or loud noises, they are fine with us.

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