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RE: The Festival of Lights - Remi - 12-03-2018 Turning instantly at the sound of [say]"They are."[/say] The alchemist agreed, turning thoughtfully back to the one at his side and tilting his head ever so slightly to see it from another angle. That Vai had heard from her patrons was interesting. Remi had never really been a hoarder of information, but he assumed that the proprietor of such an establishment would probably be privy to all sorts of information. Did she know what all of it was for then? Nodding in agreement, Remi's eyes danced over those who had begun to arrive. Would As pebbles rain from the sky, briefly Remi's hair turns into a mess of feathers as surprise races through him. Looking up with sharp hawk-eyes, Remi spied the crow and smirked. Though there were no shape-changer cuffs here to identify his kind as such, crows typically tended to hoard what they found, not drop it onto unsuspecting gatherers. Still, he could be wrong. Even so, for a moment the notion to take to the skies and follow RE: The Festival of Lights - Alistair - 12-03-2018 Alistair huffed against Devrum's words and simply nodded, bottle in hand as he began to wander around. Sure...mingle. Alistair cursed internally as he clasped the bottle from Devrum, watching slightly amused as he walked off and attempted to be something of a scholar. Beneath the threats of near-death beatings, he knew he meant well enough. It had been several days of self-imposed exile, losing himself in hunting and other odd jobs to keep himself moving...he needed some sort of human interaction despite his protests. Funny...how it seemed just like yesterday the roles were reversed, and it was Alistair who virtually dragged a kicking and cursing Devrum in a suit that took nearly half the farmhands to get him into. It all seemed but blur in his mind...one he found himself thinking of going back to more often. However, you could not turn back time. Life moved on whether you were ready or not...so sooner or later he'd have to move with it. There was one particular lantern that seemed to catch Alistair's eye, placed on the ground with an intricate design of a boat sailing over an endlessly looping sea. He parked himself on the ground in front of it, taking a pull from his bottle as if expecting sooner or later he'd drink enough to see it start to move. RE: The Festival of Lights - Tae - 12-04-2018 Uninteresting. Boring. But dead things? Well. Tae and @Grusha were down for that certainly. Having heard through the grape vine (the twins continued to pose as Naturals) about the festival, they’d actually spent a good deal of time making their own lanterns. Well. Lanterns was a bit sympathetic. No artists were the twins, but they were resourceful to be sure. Having created their lanterns out of bones and skins (of course), they’d also added bits of wood, feathers, and blue stones. Wood was the closest thing to fire that they could represent, and while blue stones were not an immediate representation of their mother’s lightning magic, it was about as good as they could do in this hellish land. [say]”Ha kishi rhojosor. May kisha dothrakh ma them torga the zhokwa asavva.”[/say] Tae growled, looking towards her twin with a face devoid of emotions. Still Grusha would know what it was her twin felt: longing. Anger. Contempt. Glancing around, for once Tae was hoping to see Giving not one fuck about how pretty these things were meant to be, if there was a god watching or listening, Tae wanted to hear from them. She wanted to see her family again. If blood and bones and feathers of her loved ones did not their ghosts make, well...Perhaps Tae would have to find the god who could make it so another way. Ha kishi rhojosor. May kisha dothrakh ma them torga the zhokwa asavva. : For our family. May we ride with them again under the big sky. RE: The Festival of Lights - Edrei - 12-04-2018 Okay so...lanterns hung from trees? Even Edy knew that was asking for trouble. And so of course she was interested. Striding in, dressed in her training gear (because what the fuck else did she have to wear in this place), she spied what looked like a crow dropping some shit onto some randoms and then going to chill on a pretty girl’s shoulder. Obviously Edy was interested in that too. Sidling up towards Though that being said, at her heel was a baby bobcat. It glanced up at the crow, and if it had a tail, it would have curled it around its body as it glared upwards. As it was, its pale eyes and tufted ears were focused intently on the crow. Yummmm RE: The Festival of Lights - Rexanna - 12-04-2018 Evidently her need for wanting to be unnoticed didn’t go as planned, as she caught eyes with Remi from across the way. He offered her a small smile and a dip of his head, to which she returned with her own dip of her head – her brunette hair moving slightly over her shoulder as her stomach churned with guilt. At least he seemed to harbor no ill-will, and she found herself thankful for that small mercy. Though she would continue blame herself for what had happened, even if she was the only one who did. But she heard an unfamiliar voice next, a strange man stepping up beside her and her sapphire gaze slipped up to him. He was much taller than she was, and she found herself gazing up at him as he poised a question at her. His comments caused a smile to grace her features as if she’d laugh, before a familiar voice spoke up after to speak of it. Archebold always had a way of appearing in the most interesting of times. He flashed a grin to the two of them and she bobbed her head in a bit of a greeting. Though as Archebold continued, her stomach continued to churn in part from Remi and the subtle explanation Archebold had given – a slight reference to the brand on her collarbone which caused her to unconsciously reach up and run a hand through her long dark hair that covered it. “[say]But what does it mean?[/say]” She asked curiously, just as Deimos’ own voice pipped up. She turned to find the large man asking a similar question and she flashed a brilliant smile to her friend. “[say]A gathering of sorts, with lanterns, handmade, but for what?[/say]” She questioned, glancing between the three men briefly before approaching the lantern. “[say]Is it for those that have passed? For thoughts and ideas? Aspirations?[/say]” She half murmured before turning back to Archebold, Bastien, and Deimos. Then, as if she had forgotten her manners, she tried to catch Bastien’s eye. “[say]I’m Rexanna by the way.[/say]” She offered as a greeting, hopeful to learn the names of more strangers. Mentions Remi RE: The Festival of Lights - Amalia - 12-04-2018
It is not long before another approaches, strange and dark yet not entirely unwelcome. This is what she wanted, after all- though the best preparation does not lead to expectation, and despite the stranger's friendly approach, Amalia is taken by surprise. The girl turns quickly toward his voice, startled features softening to a smile as self-conscious warmth spreads up her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmurs quickly, dark eyes glittering with curiosity as they catch his blues. There is a distance about him, something not quite here, and it stirs up questions in the girl's mind. Where did he come from? What does he know? Is he familiar with the songs, the curling hymns and smoky prayers? Apparently not- and as he goes on to ask the meaning of things, the girl can only blink helplessly, the answer at once too complicated and too simple to summarize with any grace. She bites her lip thoughtfully, "You don't know?" she asks in response, but the question is clearly rhetorical. He must be like Deimos, Amalia thinks, one of the ones from elsewhere. Her gaze turns back to the sea of lanterns, a thoughtful frown on the angular face. "They're memories. Prayers. For- oh!" Unfortunately for the stranger, the explanation is interrupted by the very rude arrival of a... well, a bird. The girl squawks in indignant surprise as the raven claims his perch on her shoulder, and yelps again, though not in pain, as the bird nips at her nose. "What on...?! oh." she exclaims again, surprise quickly giving way to bemused anger as realization dawns. She can think of one person who would find this sort of antic hilarious; her dark eyes narrow as she glares at the bird, still perched smugly on her narrow shoulder. "Hello, Jorseval." She means to push accusingly at him, perhaps nudge him off her shoulder. He is lucky she is in a fair mood, with so many distractions to temper her ire. She wants to turn back to the foreign man, but there is yet another stranger approaching, and she finds her attention torn between the two. The new one is another girl, shorter than Amalia but darker, lankier, striking in the firelight, and apparently less interested in the baker than the rapscallion upon her back, though the easy wink she throws at Ama is not lost on the girl. "Trouble, always," she replies dryly, an aggrieved smile briefly upon her face. More interesting than the newcomer, however, is the rather large kitten at their feet. "How lovely," Amalia smiles warmly at the animal, leaning down for a closer look. Does she notice the way it eyes the crow? Is she aware of how she angles her right shoulder slightly more downward? Will she be upset if the feline acts on instinct? Some questions do not need answers. And some birds need to be put in their place. we might be hollow, but we're brave Ronin RE: The Festival of Lights - Bastien - 12-04-2018 Bastien would have jumped as Archebald replied instead of He had no answers himself for what it could mean, so he simply shrugged, looking across at the faces of people attending the gathering. "They are not mourning..." He commented quietly, thinking to himself that he would ask some Naturals at the bar the next day. It took a moment for him to realise Rexanna was addressing him and he placed a hand to chest. "Oh, sorry, cara. Bastien De Rosieres." In Venice this would have been where he kissed her cheeks, but he didn't want to overstep and simply bowed a little. "Rexanna...and oh. You two gentlemen of course. What are your names? I assume you found yourselves stranded in this strange place too?" He asked, looking towards RE: The Festival of Lights - Celosia - 12-04-2018
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RE: The Festival of Lights - Ronin - 12-06-2018 It hadn't been Ronin's intention to startle the girl, and as He was glad he did, too, for it turned out not to be any old crow. The mere way the woman said "Is that a bobcat?" he asked the former Storm Guard, arching an eyebrow at her. RE: The Festival of Lights - Vervain - 12-06-2018 They strolled towards the fire, which shone like a beacon in a sea of smaller lights, and Vervain took a moment to simply enjoy the night. She arched a brow at Remi's interest in the sky and the feathers that ruffled through his curls, though she was not privy to the kind of avian vision that he could switch on, and the huntress was none the wiser to the crow's antics. She spotted [say]"No, I don't..."[/say] she murmured, though her attention was caught on the conversation between RE: The Festival of Lights - Remi - 12-06-2018 Listening as well, Remi's chest tightened suddenly and he found himself standing up straighter if only to keep himself balanced and upright. Remembering. Seeing a loved one again. Staggering slightly, Remi could feel the world around him begin to sway and turn. The laterns all around now suddenly looked like the one that his mother held, and rather than the beautiful creations they had been moments ago, now they all called to him. Just stay here, she'd said. You'll never be alone, she'd said. All he needed to do was die. With a mouth suddenly gone quite dry, Remi looked around obviously panicked and distraught. This was Ludo. It had to be. Nostrils flaring, Remi took a staggering step backwards, disoriented by the firelight. |