From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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03-01-2021, 07:05 PM (This post was last modified: 03-01-2021, 07:06 PM by Rigby.)
RIGBY
Flowerbirth was back, and with it the rain. Monsoons would be coming soon, even though the night was gone the sun wouldn't truly be out. Not until the storms had passed and the Torcher's were drenched and drowned. Some years Rigby aided in the monsoon preparation, especially in areas that he often found himself sleeping. Long ago his dad would've had him helping with big groups of people, then scolded him for wandering away from the loud and rambunctious.
He followed a stream up from where the salt turned to freshwater, into the jungle of vibrant color and life. The vines there had become familiar, and though they tugged and weathered his shoes, he would rather have them touch him than anyone else. He delved into the Oerwoud, avoiding any possible responsibility back by the shore, instead enjoying the luminescence and silence of a buzzing forest.
Maeve didn't often trek into the jungle. To be frank, she tended to avoid it like the plague. It was no place for someone like her. Except she was out of the mud she used for one of the facemasks she made for the other girls at the brothel and her usual provider was no where to be found. Hence why she was even bothering with this. So with some of the only adventuring type clothes she own donned and a shovel and pail in hand, she made her way to the Wishtide Waterways intent on gathering her own.
Already the heat was starting to make her hair cling to the back of her neck and her temples as her skin grew damp with sweat. Finally, she heard the sound of running water and approached carefully, stepping from rock to rock to avoid the uneven terrain. Completely unaware that she wasn't the only one here.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off of knives
03-01-2021, 11:48 PM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2021, 12:13 AM by Rigby.)
RIGBY
Used to the hooting and scratching of the jungle, he wasn't bothered by snapping twigs or other ambient sounds. As loud as the frogs could croak and bugs could scream, they posed no threat so he tuned them out. It was the sound of metal against something hard, perhaps rock, that caused Rigby to pause.
He walked up the stream slower now, peering around fronds at the woman who hovered by the water. He watched from the shadows for a moment, then deciding she had nothing worth stealing that wasn't attached to her body (ie. those shiny lip rings), he turned to continue on his way. Attempting to draw no attention to himself.
This he did not do well, the sentient vines thought it hilarious to trip him, and the lanky boy stumbled into the shallows. The water soaked through his boots and to his socks, he shivered at the sudden cold. Large splashy steps backwards took him out of the water, he paid the woman no attention as he groaned, glancing down at this major annoyance and shooting a 'fuck you' finger to the vines that retreated into the foliage.
Maeve was not used to the jungle. Not at all. Every breaking twig or sudden rustle had her on edge. She was barely past the tree line. She could almost see the coast if she looked hard enough. So when there was a sudden splash in the nearby stream she startled, making soft yelp of surprise pushing past her lips as she nearly lost her balance. Wide eyes stared after the now wet boy and she stood, shovel still in hand. "Are you okay?"
She called out, stepping over to a rock towards the boy and almost losing her balance. Her boots slipped on the rocks slightly and her arms wind milled for a moment before she got her balance. "Fuck.. Heh.. Not used to doing this. Do you need any help?"
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off of knives
Something about the surprised yelp from the other person peeved him, as if he wasn't already irritated enough. The little things that humans did, the way they expressed their emotions at him, it was just so annoying. Like they wanted him to care or something else he didn't have the current capacity for. The chaotic neutral bent down and started to unlace his shoes, only looking up the glare at the woman who spoke to him.
She wanted to help, put herself at risk of dampness to what? Dry his sopping shoes? He pulled off his socks next and stuffed them down into the boots. Two hands to hold two shoes, and now barefoot in the jungle, he decided that no, he didn't need help. So he shook his head no, shaggy hair flopping over his eyes.
The glare stopped her in her tracks and she hesitated. He wasn't that much bigger than her. Just taller, but it still gave her pause. His icy demeanor not something she was used to dealing with. People normally liked her. Even when they didn't know her. She was good with people. Except something about the way this guy carried himself didn't feel normal. Even if he was. No, he glared and bared teeth like he was feral. Maybe he was. Either way, Maeve was a hundred times more wary of him than she was when he initially appeared.
She chewed on her bottom lip, standing there on a rock in the middle of the stream while he yanked off his shoes and continued to glare. Only when he shook his head did she speak again. "Are you sure? I mean... You probably shouldn't walk through here barefoot. That can't be safe." Maeve called out, eyes trained on him as he continued to stay silent. She was so caught up in him that she didn't notice the vines that had caused him his own misfortune coming down to do the same for her. One snaked through the water, finding its way to her ankle and wrapping around it before tugging sharply.
This time it wasn't just a yelp that left her, but a frightened scream as she went falling backwards into the water. The stream wasn't exactly deep, but her head did go under, colliding sharply with a rock. She sat up, gasping as water ran down her face, hair completely drenched and a nice bloom of blood sprouting from her temple.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off of knives
03-02-2021, 03:08 AM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2021, 03:25 AM by Rigby.)
RIGBY
Rigby liked that maybe somehow his glare had been intimidating enough to cause her pause. He ought to start learning how to be menacing, when it worked it really worked. But when it didn't he got punched, or worse, patronized. For now though, he was pleased and content to ignore her warnings about being barefoot and whatever else.
But then there was more commotion, another yelp, and another splash. At first, he laughed, honey brown eyes bright and amused as they followed the retreating back up into the canopy. When he looked down again he saw something that was mildly concerning. The red that leaked from her temple caused him pause, and a quick dilemma. Part of him thought this would be a great time to exit, to not get caught up having to help someone and maybe be blamed for something.
But a part of him that was was in opposition with his logical desires decided to tromp through the stream and over to her. It was admittedly harder to move through the water without heavy boots, but he was fine to do so with a little focus. When he reached her side he sighed loudly and reached out a hand for her to take.
Her vision is swimming. Completely blurred and black at the edges. Pain seared through her head, drowning out the other feelings of cold water numbing her limbs as well as the wet heat of blood running down her face. She's trying to make sense of what happened. One minute she was standing on the rock, asking after the young man who certainly didn't seem interested in a single thing she said. The next she was in the water with an overwhelming pain piercing through her head. She couldn't even hear him laughing.
It wasn't until his hand was right in front of her face that she realized he was actually helping her. Maeve reached up hesitantly, taking his hand and letting him help her up. Her feet unsteady under her even with the extra traction her boots supplied. The water rushing around her ankles and continuing to chill her person. "Thank you..." She said softly, cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment despite the immense pain she's in.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off of knives
This portion of the thread is now over (but not fin'd, that would happen in the linked thread. Both count as exploration for the purposes of the seasonal event requirements). Good luck getting home.
