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ABRAXAS MODS ([personal profile] abraxasmods) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2022-02-17 07:49 pm

EVENT #6: PEACE ON THE HORIZON

Event #6 - EVENT INFO

Those that agree to attend the Summit will travel via portals to the designated location, which is out in the open in neutral territory. Plenty of pretty mountains and flowers. A magic field is erected over this area. Characters can only enter and exit at designated portals. It is not possible to leave this encircled area, which will also negate teleportation and portal spells. Plus, you don't want to embarrass your faction by sneaking out of bounds!

Before entering, all will be given a pin that designates what faction they belong to. This pin is not only color-coded but enchanted so that even should the appearance change, mages from any faction can identify who is who. The Summoned will be required to wear this pin at all times during the Summit.

The Summoned will be offered a comfortable tent to stay in during the 3-day Summit period! There's also a communal bath and a lounge to enjoy. A simple but tasty complimentary breakfast is provided for everyone, and additional meals can be bought from the faction booths or at the lounge. See the Neutral Section detailed below for more.

As noted, CHARACTERS MAY CHANGE FACTIONS USING THIS EVENT. To switch factions, please reply to the comment here. See the OOC post (link above) for details or questions!

The "Peace" Summit
An open plain flanked by mountains to the north and south, a large circular area has been fenced off. Large poles embedded into the earth are connected with magical rings, drooping heavy in the middle as if the ethereal chains have real weight. The area is divided into thirds, each section a mass of colorful tents and booths. In the center is a large wooden stage. All attendees must sit through this keynote speech. It's only polite.

The Prime Minister of the Free Cities begins the opening address. In formal military regalia she's the first to address the crowd, raising her arms high to command attention. She's smiling.

+ Marlo's Speech"We'd like to start by welcoming all of you. For those that don't know me, I'm Marlo Renier, Prime Minister of the Free Cities. With me are Councilwoman Winifred Bordeaux of the Solvunn Communities and Queen Ellya Gladwin of the Kingdom of Thorne. We come together today in the spirit of good will. We may be divided by borders but we're all neighbors. We all share this continent. We may not always share the same opinions or agree on everything but who does? There's one thing we do agree on though - nobody is looking to start trouble. That's about the last thing anybody needs right now. That's why we're all here today. A show of good faith, a display of trust, and hopefully the first step on a long road of diplomacy and mutual understanding. And we all expect everybody on their best behavior and to conduct themselves in the spirit of this Summit.

I'm going to turn things over to Councilwoman Bordeaux now. Thank you, and you all should come check out what the Free Cities has to offer! Councilwoman?"

Marlo steps aside for the representative of Solvunn to take center stage.

+ Winifred's Speech Winifred steps forward, nodding hear head to Marlo before turning her attention to the gathered crowd. Her own attire is modest, a dress of ivory and forest green adorned with hundreds of embroidered flowers and a velvet bodice in a deep wine red.

"Thank you, Prime Minister. Some of you are likely only to know of Solvunn due to the terrible circumstances surrounding Eifstide, for which we must humbly apologize. It was not our intention to cause such pain and happened merely by accident. While that does not take away what has occurred, we do hope that we can move forward together to create a brighter, more connected continent. All of us has something to share with each other, and it is my sincerest hope that we may learn from you, as well.

The Gods smile upon the unification of our mighty communities! May we be blessed with a friendship of longevity and prosperity!. For those of you curious as to what Solvunn can do for you, look no further than this Summit's festivities. It is my pleasure to let Queen Ellya of Thorne conclude todays formalities."
+ Queen Ellya's Speech When it's Queen Ellya's turn to speak, she addresses the crowd with hands folded. For this occassion she's worn an elaborate gown of bright blue shot through with silver that seems to shift and move through the fabric.

"Such inspiring words, truly. I can only echo the sentiments put forth before me. I hope that this Summit shows to one and all that Thorne intends no aggression toward our fellow kingdoms. Certainly, through collaborative efforts such as this, understanding can be found. Tensions can be resolved. Even between such opposite minded cultures. I am confident that these few days will be very illuminating for each and every one of you. I urge you to go forth with eyes and ears open, to ensure all that can be learned is. Enjoy yourselves. Indulge yourselves. Educate yourselves. The festivities will now commence!"

Spreading her hands towards the audience, Queen Ellya slowly steps back to her place with the others.

From here on out, the festivities commence! Characters are encouraged to freely explore each faction's section as they please - and of course, to be respectful of their neighbors. They're all friends here, after all.
Mingle & Activities
Every faction has their own setup of booths and displays that feature a variety of activities and items. Booths open in the morning and close a couple hours after sundown in the evenings. Attendants at each place will be friendly, although some may notice that while the Summoned wander more freely, there is very little intermingling among the locals of each faction. The occasional dirty look may be exchanged when no one's looking and those with keen eyes might find evidence of petty bits of vandalism.

Click to expand the sections below for a description of each area.
Thorne Section
Each booth in Thorne's section are adorned with opulent fabrics in the same blues and silvers of the Queen's dress. Magically lit lanterns are strewn on the fronts and within tents and will change colors throughout the day and over the course of the weekend. Regardless of the weather, being beneath the awnings is always pleasant as if indoors in a properly warmed and ventilated room. Nothing is left wanting. Luxury and ease through the use of magic is emphasized.

Though not calling out any who wander the aisle, any who approach a booth will be greeted with a pleasant smile. Mages are eager to show off their magicks by the use of spells, staves, wands, and magical enchantments from ancient tomes. A booth from Hayle University gives demonstrations and short lectures on the hour every hour, letting the Summoned know that with enough practice they, too, can become a Master of Magicks.

For those who came with a full coin purse, there are fine wines, expensive tapestries and fabrics, sparkling accessories and more available for purchase. If you're feeling hungry, it is highly suggested that you try the decadent and delicately dressed dishes comparable to what's served in Castle Thorne itself.

Along with magic shows, the most popular booth is that of the Pondering Orb. Form an orderly line and wait for your turn to approach the orb. All will be allotted five whole minutes to think their deepest thoughts as they lay their hands upon the orb and ponder. The little bit of tingling that you feel and the faint glow that grows the longer you touch it just means that it's working.
Free Cities Section
The Free Cities area can be heard from nearly all the other sections, alive with sound and activity. There's a state of carefully balanced chaos between the different booths and lanterns are connected by long wires, powered by generators placed proudly out in front - in almost direct competition to the magical light show that Thorne has been putting on. It's just a bit of friendly rivalry, of course. There's nothing wrong with having such a strong reliance on magic, even if it seems rather outdated.

Attendants are eager to show off all their grand innovations, including meals in a can (main course and dessert all in one dubious goop can!) and a small variety of old-style guns. They are the only faction displaying these weapons. In addition, they'll talk about the impressive level of productivity their workers provide in the name of progress. Naturally, no one is forced to work overtime. It's only that their people are so dedicated to their work, even a common factory worker will go out of their way to help science and innovation. The Summoned are encouraged to consider joining a nation with such a high level of ambition, and there's always room for everyone in their powerful military.

To commemorate the event, those participating can stamp their bronze with a fancy gear pattern. It takes about fifteen seconds to press and renders the bronze worthless to spend, but what's more valuable than a souvenir? There is a sign that says No refunds if you aren't happy with the result, although if the machine happens to swallow your coin, you will be given a new bronze to stamp free of charge. Isn't that generous?
Solvunn Section
Solvunn's booths are covered with handmade tablecloths in various styles - quilted, patchwork, crochet, and intricate embroidery. Enchanted candles of all shapes and sizes float and illuminate the area, some changing color as the day goes on. When the sun sets, all the candles take on a shade that imitates moonlight.

Those who are running booths will call out to anyone who approaches, ushering them to the booths in order to ply them with friendly conversation and small samples of their wares. For the right price, there are specialty honeys, cheeses, candies, and all other manner of goat-based products. A few booths also have goat's milk soaps, lotions, and candles. Ask a Solvunnite about what good a goat is and they'll tell you everything. The mages are equally more than happy to show off their mastery, though not just in flashy elemental magic. Mages fond of divination, tealeaf readings, and interpreting tarot will offer one-on-one demonstrations, especially if you've some coin to spare.

This year, Solvunn has decided to extend its Spring Equinox celebration to the other Abraxans at the Summit! Everyone is encouraged to join in the festivities as now is the time for observing the balance of day and night. This celebration is devoted to new life - new community members, additions to their flocks, and the bringing of goodwill for the year's crops. A maypole is erected at the center of the celebration and if it stays upright until the following festival, it's taken as a sign that the community's harvest will be bountiful.

Additionally, the shrine of Lyfbringr has been erected with paintings and several small statues depicting an androgynous god that appears as an amalgamation of man, flora, and fauna. The shrine is enclosed in a tent that is half bright cheery colors and darker monochromatic shades.

Representatives of Solvunn stand by to weave colorful ribbons or rings of flowers into people's hair or tie small bells onto their wrists. There are many baby goats frolicking in a temporary paddock that guests are free to mill about in. The Summoned are invited to consider a life among a peaceful neighborly commune where help and friendship are right at your doorstep!
Neutral Section
This area is meant for everyone to mingle, but the Summoned will find they're mostly the only ones here as the locals prefer to stay within their factions. It's lightly decorated with no particular colors or emblems of any one faction. Ample ambient lighting gives the place a warm glow once the sun goes down. Wooden benches are placed sporadically between the different designated areas, making sure that no one has to go far to find a place to rest their feet.

The Lounge Tavern is open at noon for 2 hours for lunch, and then again at sunset in the evenings, where anyone can come to have a drink or a meal. Beneath the protection of a large, open air tent, seating is provided in the form of more wooden benches and long shared tables, as well as a few stools. Vintages, ales, and meads from each of the factions are available to enjoy. A few recreational activities are available, as well, such as darts and dice games. The tables and seats are placed close together, to encourage mingling and talk among each other. Though the bar is staffed by NPC volunteers, all are expected to bus their own tables when they leave.

The Sleeping Tents are where the Summoned will return to for the night to sleep. Each tent has large number of pillows, throws, and a few large mats that can be arranged as desired for optimal comfort. The ground itself is lined in animal pelts, mostly sheep and goat, making it soft and inviting. They are indeed shared, but there's plenty of room for everyone. Each tent can fit about 8-10 people - or more, if you cozy up.

The Communal Baths open in both the evenings and in the mornings for a few hours each, which is effectively an open bathhouse pool. The pool is dug into the ground itself and lined with special tile manufactured from the Free Cities, hailed for its ability to hold water without the use of special sealant. The waters are magically warmed to the ideal temperature using enchanted stones from Thorne that create a natural border around the edges, and soap (made of goat's milk, courtesy of Solvunn) and towels are provided. Here, those attending can bathe as well as use it as a mingle.


Summit Events
Meant to be a "collaboration" between the factions, the Summit also offers activities that take place on the main stage where the speeches were initially given.
Raffle
The Summoned will be provided a single courtesy raffle ticket, which they can use to enter the raffle contest. Additional tickets will cost an extra 5 bronze coins. To enter the raffle contest, fill out the comment here and we will RNG your prizes!

Regardless of luck, all those who enter will receive all 3 (one of each) of the following consolation prizes:

  • Inkless Quill: Provided by Thorne, this is a magical quill that never runs out of ink...sort of. It'll work for about a month of heavy use before it runs out of juice. The Thorne sigil will automatically watermark any pages that this quill is used to write on.
  • Tote Bag & Charm: Provided by Solvunn, this soft woven tote bag comes with a small handmade charm depicting a sigil of one of the old gods. If asked what the god or sigil means, the only answer is that you will know when your time comes.
  • Glow Ring: Provided by the Free Cities, this ring will adjust to fit any finger size. It comes with a round orb instead of a jewel that can light up on command and act as a powerful torch or flashlight. Very powerful. People have gone blind by looking directly into it for too long.
An Escaped Creature
On the second day of the event, rumor has it a small creature has gone loose! The offender in question is this little fellow, who is the size of a small poodle. The Summoned are asked to help find and catch him, if at all possible. He's noted to be harmless if mischievous, but all those in the area are warned to be careful for if he's startled, the animal will eject a magical plume from his quills that can cause one of the following temporary effects: excessive sneezing, a change in hair color, glitter bombed, or to emit a constant glowing aura.

No one knows where he came from or who brought him, but ask any of the faction attendants and they'll be liable to start pointing fingers at the other side. Nonetheless, all those who make an effort to help catch him will be thanked and available mages may attempt to help with the side effects.

If you want your character to make a real attempt at catching him, reply to the comment here by Feb 20th and we'll RNG who eventually catches him. If your character fails, however, they must take one of its side effects for the rest of the day. The choice as to which one is yours! The winner will be rewarded with a token bottle of wine for their troubles or a very fancy dessert if they don't drink.
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peach

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aerith gainsborough

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🙏
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Mai

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-02-19 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Prize would go to Shuten!
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tavern

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-02-19 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ When you're in a tavern or bar, or wherever the drink flows freely, one will receive looks that either convey, "Come hither," or "Come fight me, coward."

With Shuten, it's a mixed bag. When the man locks eyes with her, her glittering violet eyes are regarding him with some mockery as she sits on the edge of a table, dangling her legs. The woman tilts her head at him, taking in his less than stellar composure while drinking from a fancy shallow wine cup.
]

Having some putting it down the windpipe young man? I wouldn't overdo it so early in the evening.

[ Her voice coos at him and she brushes her hair behind her pointed ear. ]

You gotta savor your wine slowly and steadily to really enjoy it, y'know?
leitstern: (Zest)

[personal profile] leitstern 2022-02-19 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Jasper holds a steady gaze. Who is this woman acting friendly? Who is this monster challenging him? She certainly looks anything but human: a fact he would find fascinating could he think straight. Her fingers preen and prune her hair, positioning it behind an ear. Wielding appearance as a weapon. That is a trick he knows well.

His smug guffaw echoes around the tavern.]


Oh do stop advising me. It is most tiresome.

[He fiddles with his fringe and slouches in his chair.]
sakaya: (You wanna give it a go?)

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-02-19 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. You oughta be worried for yourself if you're losing vigor that quickly.

[ And without asking, she hops off her table to grab a chair, sliding it over so that she sits closely in Jasper's space. ]

Though if you want less advice, how about more drink instead? I've barely gotten started on my end.
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[personal profile] leitstern 2022-02-19 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[The act fails to draw a smile on his face. Eyes narrow and the table creaks under the weight of his heel. Heavens above, why is she drawing closer? It is an annoying fact she wishes to speaks to him at all. The least she could do is vanish.

He looks towards his glass but waves a dismissive hand.]


No. Besides, did you not advise I drink slow not one minute ago?
sakaya: (Well if it isn't the hotties)

[personal profile] sakaya 2022-02-19 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yup! It's easier to drink steadily when you have company.

[ She's hardly ruffled by his attitude for the time being. As long as she has a nice face to look at, she can tolerate brats; they have their own charm after all and even if Shuten gets tired of him as he is of her already, there's plenty of other Summoned she can get under the skin of.

The oni waves over to a server and sweetly asks for another bottle of wine. She is promptly served within a minute or two and with little effort, she uses one thumb to uncork the bottle.
]

I for one love drinking with humans with handsome features and I fully intend to eat and drink with my eyes right now.
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[personal profile] leitstern 2022-02-19 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Jasper crumples beneath the weight of frustration and pulls back his feet. He miraculously crosses one over his knee behind the table; working with decreasing patience and an increasingly small amount of space.

The last thing he wants is an admirer. Plenty have come and gone - and many were prettier to study. If not in appearance than in personality. In a flash, he pulls back his glass before she can find the presence of mind to pour him a refill.]


Oh, you are far too eager. You hardly know anything about me.

[Like he isn't human for a start.]
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Lena

[personal profile] wiedzminka 2022-02-19 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
for Ciri!
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Jaskier and Ciri

[personal profile] cointosser 2022-02-19 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Jaskier is definitely gonna try to make it a pet.
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Athena

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Fandaniel

[personal profile] endcaller 2022-02-19 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
A. Strange Explorer

[Fandaniel hangs at the back of the crowds during the keynote speech, leaning against a tree with his arms folded over his chest.

While he listens he peers across the gathered Summoned and the fields of pitched tents, pop-up shops and booths. It's an almost impressive display but he feels unmoved by it. This whole thing is political posturing, nothing more. He's seen this sort of behavior countless times over the last few millennia. Boring. Routine.

Once the speeches end he draws away from his tree and nearly vanishes into the throngs as they disperse throughout the Summit. People might still see him, standing at the edge of their vision, watching from a distance with a sly expression as they explore the booths. He will walk away if approached and vanish again. He may appear several times throughout the next few days. Perhaps if he is called out to he will stick around long enough to answer questions? After all, whether anyone knows it or not, he's only turned invisible. He hasn't actually gone anywhere.]


B. The Onsen Episode

[Late in the evenings Fandaniel sometimes stops at the communal baths. His hours don't give him much time to bathe before the pool closes for the night but that does not matter to him. It's not like he needs much time, anyway, when his real goal is to see what other people are out and about once the sun starts to sink.

He dances along the side of the pool, stopping only when he spots someone relaxing in the water. He fixes this person in his diamond-like gaze and pirouettes to the water's edge where he stoops into a bow, never breaking eye contact.]


Ah, another night owl, I see.

Mind if I join you?

C: Stargazing

[Fandaniel's favorite time to wander is a few hours past midnight. The scent of morning mist starts to roll in and anyone who would be asleep is now in bed. It's quiet, save for the faint murmurings of people guarding their booths and the occasional bleating of distant sheep.

Fandaniel finds an open patch of grass a bit away from the clustered tents and stands in the center, staring upwards at the peak of the magical dome. His attention is focused on the stars.

This is not a sky he is familiar with and he can't help but wonder about those distant spots of light. Are they still alive or is he seeing the light of stars long dead? Are there civilizations out there? If so, what are they doing right now? Are they as lonely as he is?

Other sleepless people who wander at night will spot him easily, sometimes standing still and gazing upwards, sometimes silently walking around the perimeter of the tents.]


Wildcard

[Want to do something else? Head over to my plotting post]
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Farli

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Rinwell (and Hootle)

[personal profile] rinwell 2022-02-19 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Rather than catch it, Rinwell will do her level best to befriend it. And also help it stay hidden, if it doesn't want to be seen.

Failure means she'll end up with bright pink streaks in her hair for her troubles.
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Alucard | Free Cities | The Hierophant

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-19 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I. About and Around

[Alucard's interest in the summit comes from a place of curiosity and the impact it will have on him personally, rather than any true investment in the Singularity or the factions. He has no love of Thorne and would not say no to an excuse to wrangle with Ambrose personally, but the rest? He doesn't care. He has his privacy here and low simmering interest in Nocwich, beyond the reach of the factions. That is all.

But he attends all the same and dresses simply. Black trousers and a white tunic, along with a plain black coat whose only flourish are the bone buttons upon it. Long hair often hides the pin that identifies him as a part of the Free Cities. Alucard carries himself with purpose he does not feel, only because it is a better excuse for all the tension running through him. If someone doesn't try something here, he'll be genuinely shocked.

When not investigating the sections of Solvunn and the Free Cities, the dhampir is likely:

a. in the Lounge Tavern
with a single wine glass in hand, closest to the bar. There's still tension in his shoulders, and his eyes gaze around the space every so often. From time to time, a stray dart lands on his table. When that happens, he is at least polite, and picks the darn thing out of the wood before walking it back over.]


I believe this is from your game?

[or else he is content in people watching, inclined to leave only when there are too many people in the space for his comfort.]

b. in his cactus
[Besides one of the tents, there is a cactus with three arms and what appears to be a large hole at the bottom - as if some creature burrowed into it. From time to time, there is in fact, a creature. Pressed against the burrow may be a wall of white fur, or else a large wolf with gold eyes will have his head stuck out, resting atop his paws.

He doesn't growl when approached. Yet.]

c. attempting the communal baths
[The promise of bathing is tempting. The space itself is gorgeous and reminds him of the Roman baths from some of the books in his father's library.

The issue lies in the word communal. There's no part of Alucard that wants to be around others while bathing. The last time he had anyone else around him in a vunerable state, he was nearly murdered. A peace summit is not the time or place to take a risk with how well he's going to deal in an upsetting situation - so he waits until night fall. Lurks just a little, until he's sure there's no one there.

When he's sure, he does walk in. There's so much work to be done on his hair that he may very well miss someone entering the area. When that happens, there is a terrible and startled noise from the dhampir, and then?

Either a series of bats dart right out of the baths, or he manages a request:]
I realize that this is meant to be a group space, but I would appreciate ten minutes of privacy to conclude my business.

II. Solvunn Section
a. baby goats!
[Credit where credit is due. Solvunn's section has the most immediately practical things on display. Which is to say Alucard has spent a quiet afternoon tasting honey and cheese, as well as asking politely asking for preferred recipes from some vendors. (Goat's cheese cheesecake is the next experiment.) For a man that came with no bags, he now has two, all with a distinct goat aroma.

It's probably why when Alucard approaches the paddock full of tiny hail satans baby goats, one or two rush over. They're loud things, and Alucard's pretty sure the moment he reaches in to try and pet one, he's going to have to appease the other as well.

He frowns, looking around the immediate area.]
There's no feed available for them, is there?

b. Shrine
[If it wasn't for the last message on the network about old gods, Alucard probably wouldn't bother stopping at the shrine. He's not inclined towards religion in the slightest for personal reasons (it happens when the church personally murders your mother), but there is the tiniest shred of curiosity in him.

Looking at the statue of the Lyfbringr, Alucard can only fold his arms across his chest, considering.]
It is a rather self explanatory name, but it's strange they don't provide additional context.

III. Free Cities section
--Rarely have I encountered a greater abomination.

[The meal in the can laid out on a table is in fact the most alarming thing Alucard has seen in a while. It is goop. Goop with no seperation, just sad sludge that while he can pick out the individual scents of the ingredients, he doesn't want to. This is just a world of no.]

There's better ways to go about canning, there must be.


IV. Wildcard
Please PM me or hit me up on the plotting post, or just write whatever grabs you!
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Closed | Geralt

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-19 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The space beyond the roped off area looks far more interesting to explore than the little bit of land chosen for the Summit proper. This place has too many people, and he can feel it even late into the evening with the moon being just past its zenith. He's tried sleeping in his temporary cactus (thank you, Jaskier), but with no success.

If the closest he can get to being away from people is to walk the perimeter until sleep sounds like a viable option again, then so be it. Which is what Alucard does. One lap, he's a person. The second, a wolf. Third, a person again, rotating just enough to keep him on his toes.

He isn't sure when he notices Geralt. Maybe lap four? But by lap seven (person again), the dhampir stops. Clears his throat.]


At least we're not in a frozen wasteland.

[The wurm....nightmare....thing...didn't have nearly as nice communal camping grounds.]
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Closed | Rinwell

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-19 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
--Oh, hello.

[The dhampir isn't sure why Roach's presence has taken him by a very gentle surprise. In his experience (so like, twice), Roach is a Very Good Horse who tolerates a lot of madness in her life, and so being here shouldn't be too much of an unusual thing.

And yet it is. All the same, he pauses, looking around to see if any of her usual people are about.]
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whit

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-02-19 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
👍
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[personal profile] rinwell 2022-02-19 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Soft nose turns a gentle whuffle towards Alucard, the horse sticking her nose over the stall door towards the man.

Her 'usual people' have included an additional member as of late, though Alucard has yet to meet her officially as one of Geralt's retinue.

From behind, there's a clunk of a bucket, heavy with feed enough for two horses and one pony, as Rinwell emerges from the storage tent set up for storing animal feed and bedding. Dressed not unlike Ciri these days (literally, given a few of her things are inherited castoffs), dark short bob has grown out a little bit since Alucard last encountered this particular teenager in an unremarkable side street - though the marshmallow blob of white feathers sitting on her head is rather new. And carries a magical scent to him as much as he does 'owl'.

Hence two pairs of large wide eyes taking in Roach's visitor, bucket banging her knees.
]

Oh! —Hey, you're..!

[ The guy with pretty hair! ]

B!

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-02-19 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Were anyone to ask Hythlodaeus what exactly he was doing within the baths at this hour, his answer would be simple.

Privacy.

The peace summit had a large number of attendees, and Hythlodaeus, simply from habit, still had certain sensibilities- namely a general distaste toward vainglory in thought, appearance, or deed. Habit, more than anything else. He knows, well, that the other aspects toward his dress, a cloak and a mask- had no meaning here. Solvunn was a community, yes. It seemed to hold similar aspects to Amaurot- at least societally, on an utterly insignificant level- Yet these aspects were surface level at best. Solvunn, for all of the quirk and peculiarity it held, was not what he had loved. As for his place within it...

He'd found himself quite undecided.
And he, of course, had deferred to a judgment of a certain friend far more capable. Contented himself with it, actually. For whatever path he chose, he would be alongside, and they would not be separated again. That was his place.

So.
While these days he did go about maskless (for he had no mask. Were he to have one, he would still have no station. Explaining it, also, would teeter close to what he judged as pridefulness) a dark cowl- simply for his own comfort- rests within arm's reach of where he bathes.

He is here in the small hours of the morning- some hours after the last of the (louder) drunks had sought their tents, thankfully, blissfully, alone. Until he is not.

Within the daylight hours, so many souls had been about and around, he had not noticed this one, as familiar as it was. And it signals things for him. Hermes, of course- for as long departed as anything resembling that man was, the sight of that soul still triggered memories- yet more prudently, he knew it as the one that had ended Zodiark to still his own suffering.

The irony of that one, repeated ironies actually, would never cease to have him think.
Still. He would require a response, would he not? So...
]

You are more than welcome.

[And as he moves his gaze away, he feels he should at least check on whether the recognition was mutual.]

Have we met before?
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (THEY!!!)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-19 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's him! Mr. Hair!

Alucard recognizes Rinwell's voice more than anything else, but there is a pause as his eyes go from her face to her new associate.

There's no more reaction on that front than a moment of considered silence. He's seen far weirder.]


I see you have a new associate.
rinwell: (pic#15223137)

[personal profile] rinwell 2022-02-19 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
An old one, actually.

His name is Hootle. And I'm Rinwell. [There's a tentative smile for the pale man, and Rinwell sets the bucket down with care; the owlet chirps, bobbing with her movement, and otherwise undisturbed from his perch.] Um, I didn't think to ask for your name, before.
a_better_man: (grinning)

Faye

[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-02-19 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Putting in for Mat
petcromancer: (wink)

Liisa

[personal profile] petcromancer 2022-02-19 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)