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gameofmana2016-07-29 09:15 pm
npcsofmana) wrote in gameofmana2016-07-29 09:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !log,
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- august marten,
- avelwyn,
- chibiterasu,
- chikusa kakimoto,
- dread thunderstorm,
- dust,
- fidget,
- gremio,
- hajime iwaizumi,
- hana kurokawa,
- hisami narukami,
- ipin,
- issei matsukawa,
- jamie hemeros,
- kei tsukishima,
- keiji akaashi,
- ken joshima,
- kenma kozume,
- kotaru bokuto,
- koushi sugawara,
- leonard snart,
- linus kensington,
- lukas e'renaz,
- maurice hutch,
- mettaton,
- midori,
- patchouli knowledge,
- rainbow dash (my little pony),
- rixx,
- ryan walker,
- sam winchester,
- sarangerel dalamiq,
- sora,
- spanner,
- tadashi yamaguchi,
- tekhartha zenyatta,
- tenma matsukaze,
- tetsurou kuroo,
- the judge,
- the outsider,
- thrall,
- tooru oikawa
♪ Our house ♪ in middle of this tree ♪ our house
Who: Everyone
What: The first morning of an adventure begins.
Where: Home
When: Day 1
Other: Be courteous and warn for any of the usuals in your thread subject title if it gets to that point.
You wake up to a serene and idyllic morning.
Outside, a pleasant glow from the sun fills the room including the small crannies in which the beds are tucked. All windows have been latched close, but it's easy to see a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves of branches which loom overhead. Faintly, bird song can be heard from outside. In this place, it'd be a simple matter to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.
There's simply one problem: this is not where you last went to sleep.
Waking up properly will display not only how the picturesque and cozy little room stands out in stark contrast to where you should be, but that you are sharing this space with someone else. Depending on things, they might be very mundane or very... unusual. Either way, they seem just as bewildered as you are. The good news is that at least all the things you immediately had on you at the time are right nearby the foot of your bed along with what seems like a small gift- a small pouch of some sort of coin. (500 Lucre, although that might not be immediately realized anytime soon.)
Exploring the rest of the house shows it to be otherwise quite empty, except for some writing utensils and paper in what appears to be the study along with basic kitchen tools in, well, the kitchen. There's no food, however, and no decoration. Venturing outside onto the grounds reveals an expansive but not particularly well tended estate including another building that is fairly run down. Attempting to venture down the path from the front door out into the world reveals... well. Nothing. It's a fruitless endeavor.
However, not for long.
Hajime Iwaizumi will be the one to find what appear to be a few discarded children's toy blocks. The Colorblocks immediately seem off in some way, strange even as they should seem inconspicuous. Something about them will compel him to pick them up. The nature of this apparent toy will not be obvious until he ventures near the edge of Home himself. A sound, almost like distant bellchimes, will start to emit from the Colorblocks.
When exposed to the air, suddenly they emit a glow and shoot off into the sky with all the brilliance of a falling star. Its trail is both noticeable and easy to follow, curving an arc through the sky until it falls some distance away... and its impact bursts an aurora of colors through the distant and dimmer sky, encircling the site. As the whirlwind of color fades, what appears to be a town can be just made out...
That is the town of Domina.
Some OOC notes:
➸ Prior to the activation of the Colorblocks, the only books which will be filled out in the Study will be "Artifacts" and "Visitors".
➸ After Domina has been unlocked and some characters have explored the town, "People" and "Locations" will be filled out in the Study as well.
➸ To see who your character is initially rooming with, check the Home page. These rooming assignments are not permanent or mandatory by any means, and characters can change them whenever. Officially letting me know will be present and explained in the next mod post coming in a week's time, but for now we can play it relaxed and loose. Just don't burn down the tree in the meantime.
What: The first morning of an adventure begins.
Where: Home
When: Day 1
Other: Be courteous and warn for any of the usuals in your thread subject title if it gets to that point.
You wake up to a serene and idyllic morning.
Outside, a pleasant glow from the sun fills the room including the small crannies in which the beds are tucked. All windows have been latched close, but it's easy to see a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves of branches which loom overhead. Faintly, bird song can be heard from outside. In this place, it'd be a simple matter to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep.
There's simply one problem: this is not where you last went to sleep.
Waking up properly will display not only how the picturesque and cozy little room stands out in stark contrast to where you should be, but that you are sharing this space with someone else. Depending on things, they might be very mundane or very... unusual. Either way, they seem just as bewildered as you are. The good news is that at least all the things you immediately had on you at the time are right nearby the foot of your bed along with what seems like a small gift- a small pouch of some sort of coin. (500 Lucre, although that might not be immediately realized anytime soon.)
Exploring the rest of the house shows it to be otherwise quite empty, except for some writing utensils and paper in what appears to be the study along with basic kitchen tools in, well, the kitchen. There's no food, however, and no decoration. Venturing outside onto the grounds reveals an expansive but not particularly well tended estate including another building that is fairly run down. Attempting to venture down the path from the front door out into the world reveals... well. Nothing. It's a fruitless endeavor.
However, not for long.
Hajime Iwaizumi will be the one to find what appear to be a few discarded children's toy blocks. The Colorblocks immediately seem off in some way, strange even as they should seem inconspicuous. Something about them will compel him to pick them up. The nature of this apparent toy will not be obvious until he ventures near the edge of Home himself. A sound, almost like distant bellchimes, will start to emit from the Colorblocks.
When exposed to the air, suddenly they emit a glow and shoot off into the sky with all the brilliance of a falling star. Its trail is both noticeable and easy to follow, curving an arc through the sky until it falls some distance away... and its impact bursts an aurora of colors through the distant and dimmer sky, encircling the site. As the whirlwind of color fades, what appears to be a town can be just made out...
That is the town of Domina.
Some OOC notes:
➸ Prior to the activation of the Colorblocks, the only books which will be filled out in the Study will be "Artifacts" and "Visitors".
➸ After Domina has been unlocked and some characters have explored the town, "People" and "Locations" will be filled out in the Study as well.
➸ To see who your character is initially rooming with, check the Home page. These rooming assignments are not permanent or mandatory by any means, and characters can change them whenever. Officially letting me know will be present and explained in the next mod post coming in a week's time, but for now we can play it relaxed and loose. Just don't burn down the tree in the meantime.
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[As he moves, she leaps back as well, startled. The pistol in her hand does discharge as her hand spasms, but her aim is both wide and at the sky--posturing, yes, but even then, she wasn't inclined to harm. Not with so much unknown, and Avandrel so outnumbered.]
If you're not a Worgen, what are you? And why won't you talk?
[Bloody fucking secrets, she thinks. Sure, she kept certain things close to her chest, but. She probably would've been honest if their situations had been reversed, and he'd gotten the drop on her. She'd talked to Sam, after all.]
As for the 'not my enemy' shite, I'm not sure I believe that.
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[Dust straightens from his slightly-bent combat-ready stance -- a calculated move. He can drop into it quickly enough if need be, but right now surrendering any initiative is dangerous.]
I'll make it clearer then. I'm only your enemy if you want me to be.
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[Avandrel knows she's not the brightest bulb in the box--she's stood side by side with mages and priests and other scholarly types--but she wasn't born yesterday, either.]
I'm not sucker enough t'believe you wouldn't, if you thought you needed to. Or if you thought I really would've done you, gutting like a fish. Kill or be killed, eh?
But what in the Sunwell is a Warmblood?
[Not coming out and saying it, not yet, but since she's trying to turn the conversation to other things, and that pistol of hers has disappeared, it's probably becoming clear that fighting is not the first thing on the elf's mind.]
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I'm a Warmblood. What I don't know is what you are. You look like -- the others around here.
[Sorry, Avandrel -- you look much more like a human than he does, so you've been mentally lumped in the same category for now.]
I don't know why I'm here. I woke up here, the same as -- the same as everyone else I've talked to.
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Avandrel wants to bristle at his words--she is not a human, thank you, but what he says is true, she knows...save for the more slender build, the pointed ears and brows, and the glowing green eyes (those alone should distinguish, she thinks, but maybe that's more common?), she could possibly pass as a human. Maybe.]
I'm a Sin'dorei. A blood elf. Being mistaken for human is an insult--but since I'm guessin' I'm the first you've seen, well. You're forgiven.
[And then, at his next words, she sighs deeply.] Bollocks. So we're in the same boat. I bloody well don't know why I am here. That considered, truce?
[To suit action to words, she sheathes her rapier, placing one hand over her chest and bowing.] Avandrel Amberspike, rogue, formerly of Azeroth. At your service, I suppose.
[Not really grudging, but definitely resigned.]
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I don't even know what the thing is you called me.
[He can't sheathe Ahrah because he doesn't have a sheathe, but the light reverse grip he holds the blade in is no threat.]
...The name's Dust.
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[As this realization strikes her, she facepalms, rubbing her hand over her face and groaning.]
Dust, you got somethin' they don't, and I'm an idiot for not noticin'. You've got a tail, and no Worgen I ever seen in all my days comes equipped with that!
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It does tend to hide beneath the cloak. From behind.
[An understandable-enough mistake, he figures. Especially when one is tense and alarmed.]
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[The elf looks severely uncomfortable for a moment, then looks down and away. But she speaks clearly.]
I'm sorry.
[Fairly clear that Avandrel is not the type to apologize.]
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Past is past.
[Since they'd already traded names, the elf just offers a hand out to shake.]
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So there are people -- like me, although not the same, on your world?
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[And Avandrel shakes her head, then.] Pretty sure you aren't cursed, either. You're you. Like the Tauren, you're just...fox, I guess? Tauren are cow people.
[Again, as weird as that probably sounds.]
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[As much as anyone who basically has the body of the assassin one of his souls used to belong to is 'supposed' to look like anyone.]
[He briefly smiles, though.] We are a lot more diverse but have the same name. Whereas it seems on your world, even very similar people are different types.
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Maybe we can discuss it over an ale sometime. [A pause, then, as the elf turns things over in her head, and surprises herself.]
I kind of think I'd like that, actually. But I'm buyin', seein' as I started this mess to begin with.
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[He shifts slightly to indicate the giant tree that is the only real sight around, and appears to be quite empty of alcohol.]
But I'll keep the spirit of the offer in mind.
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[With that, she points out the streaming star-trailer that can just be made out, like a Booty Bay fireworks display. And the tops of houses and such, now.
The look on her face would be pretty comical, if Avandrel hadn't known the truth of Dust's words as recent as oh, five minutes ago.]
Damned if I know what that's about, but I 'spect we might find somethin' there.
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Seems like the logical place to investigate. Probably not the safest one, though.
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[The rogue isn't really sure she swallows that one, really. She IS giving the Warmblood a very skeptical look, though whether he can see that from beneath his hat, well.]
If you want an explorin' buddy, I'm game.
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[Dust can see more than one would think from beneath that hat, but her look doesn't earn a reaction from him.]
Come on, let's go.
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I got weapons, I'm prepared. I don't hafta flash them in a body's face, that's askin' for it. I already did that once today.
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I don't get credit for bein' smart, because I ain't, but I try to keep a head on my shoulders for all that. [Paladins, priests, mages, warlocks--well, maybe not warlocks, for mucking with fel energies, but...those sorts were the smart ones, for sure. And some rogues were really clever, but Avandrel didn't count herself among them.]
Even the people might not know anythin', but if they're friendlies, it won't hurt to ask, eh?
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[Dust takes off at a lope, confident that the girl can keep up.]
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