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escordvi2023-11-06 05:05 pm
vermilloci) wrote in escordvi2023-11-06 05:05 pm
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Nov Catch all, manta prompts [Open]
Who: Rem & you
Status: Open
Where: General location
What: Settling in, Manta quests, etc.
Warnings: none so far
Spellbound Circuitry (General)
Leap of Faith (General)
Healing Mix-up (General)
Gallows Gambit (Corsair but OTA)
Untilted Goose Gambit
Wildcard
Status: Open
Where: General location
What: Settling in, Manta quests, etc.
Warnings: none so far
Spellbound Circuitry (General)
A: It's, ah... different than what I imagined. [ There is magitek in her own world, yes, but the kind from Milites are made more for war. Over the years, she's seen the empire produce a great number of terrifying machines, ranging from the artillery mounted on stealthy flying mechs, to colossal structures that transport resources over their frozen tundra, to chilling devices meant to negate the power of the Crystals themselves. Ordinary devices-- such as lightbulbs-- needn't have magic power them.
So, imagine her surprise when she's presented with the prototype above a workstation table, that of a lamp. Rem leans over, examining the metal fastenings that hold the contraption together. One of the researchers mentioned using a bone substrate for some of their magitek, and there it is, right in the center of the glass: the assembled skeleton of a fish. Her eyes lift upward, uncertainly, to meet yours, and she gives you a dubious smile. ] If we power it with magic, you don't think it'll make this room smell like fish, do you?
B: [ Afterwards, she lingers in the building, looking through one of the display windows of the latest magitek to come from the scientists' developments. This one appears to be an automatic sorter for coins of some sort. ] I don't suppose that, somewhere, instead of magitek research, there is... a purely magical researcher?
[ There are archives upon Elah, she's heard. Perhaps she can find something of use there, even if she is not a Paladin. ]
Leap of Faith (General)
[ You. Her. A cliff above, the fresh, cerulean lagoon below, and in case there were any doubts as to who is the more forthwith in their trust, Rem is already sprinting past you and leaping off the edge. What was that about taking turns of one remaining below and one leaping off? Or that one must be from a different armada? Too late, she's jumped.
Rem plunges into the water, clothes and all, with a spectacular splash, causing modest waves the ripple out like the petals of a lotus. Within seconds she surfaces, tossing her brown hair then swiping the remaining strands back from her face. While the distance between the surface and the top of the cliff might be too great to actually see her expression, her voice carries what can only be a wide, relieved grin. Her words are quick and enthusiastic, charged with excitement. ]
Come on! It's your turn, it is! [ To a weary body, the warm, tropical water is beyond soothing to her. She tilts her head back and floats some meters to the side, making room for you to join. Raising an arm, she beckons you. Let's see your best splash. ]
Healing Mix-up (General)
[ It seems that both you and her have decided to consult the poster of the quest at the same time, and let's just say that as a preview of the reward, one snippet of the novel has been shared. For inspiration, of course, because who wouldn't want to start their noble quest of gathering bat drippings, dragon scales, monkey flakes, and cat knuckles without knowing a taste of the prize that comes after?
By the time Rem finishes reading the first two sentences of the paragraph, she's already turned a bright pink. An audible gasp escapes her, and she jerks back, clasping her mouth with her hands. Oh no. (Oh yes?) Oh no, it's one of those books, and, Crystals, just reading that much feels as if she's intruded on something private. She's not sure whether to laugh or to apologize. ] A fair warning, even that paragraph is... [ Still sporting a bright shade of red upon her cheeks, Rem lowers her voice to a conspiratorial level. ] spicy.
[ Well, she's here now. She's here because she needs to have a healer on standby for herself, she needs a good one, and dammit, she will get those ingredients to put her in good favor with a healer (the book is just a plus, shh, no she's totally not interested in it). ]
Gallows Gambit (Corsair but OTA)
[ The shackles around her hands are not the sturdiest of things, but then again, she can't imagine them being made for anything else but to constrain and intimidate. Quality isn't really a thing when it comes to ironworks used against prisoners. With a soft sigh, she tests their weight, clinking the metal against the iron bars of the cell in which she's held.
All her life, she's managed to escape being a prisoner of war (not ture, a gut feeling tells her, but she cannot remember when or where or how it ever was, only that someone died, long, long ago)-- ah. Blinking once, she shakes her head from an oncoming headache, deciding to refocus on the task at hand. How ironic is it that she willingly gets herself put in chains in order to find the paladin behind this mess? Mission accomplished on that one, if only partly. She now has a face and a voice, attached to the man, but not his name. Unfortunately, now she's stuck with another problem. She must escape. It's not the most difficult thing to do should she do so by magic and force, but it would be better to not draw attention at all.
Rem peers through the bars, looking at what awaits her if she doesn't: a guillotine. A semi-public execution, then? Not only that, but the swiftness of the steel against a neck is by far one of the most humane methods she's ever seen. Relatively, anyway. Neither Rubrum nor Milites would bother.
Maybe you're here to help her escape. Maybe you're in the cell with her. Maybe you're one of the gallows' hired help knowing she's been falsely accused, willing to set her free. Either way, she asks a simple question: ] You wouldn't happen to know the time...?
Untilted Goose Gambit
[ This is embarrassing. The eight-headed goose that is supposed to be the bounty she's after has, in fact, made her a victim of its shenanigans already! There it goes, waddling off with what appears to be a silver necklace of some sort. ] Get back here!
[ Rem rushes after the goose. Help her, maybe? Or maybe laugh at her. Or maybe you've also had something stolen by one of the other heads. ]
Wildcard
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That, and she's a bit shocked at his suggestion that she'd have to cook for the both of them. Not that she minds cooking for friends, but... it's the tone! ]
Ah... [ Awkwardly. ] Guess I overstayed my welcome, I did. [ Rem backs away from the table. She should be returning all the necessary medicines while there's still sunlight, too. ]
1/2
No.
He didn't say she had overstayed her welcome. He said only that she had to cook.
Eyes widening in clear shock at the sudden retreat, he pushed himself up and away from the table as well.]
No. You did not!
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You should stay. And cook.
[The tone hasn't changed, but he is definitely looking a little panicked at the idea of her not staying and not cooking.]
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And yet similar to him rushing over to the orchid, he appears distressed. Why.
Gingerly, she tests the hold his grip has on her wrist, giving it a gentle shake. Then she brings her other hand up to his hold, delicately beginning to peel his fingers back one by one. ] Moon Supreme… [ By now she’s come to expect his entitlement, and while it is something she believes he can improve on, she knows that he probably doesn’t mean anything by it, let alone perceive it as being rude on his part. He’s the highest rank and power of his clan- world— even, and she hazards a guess that this behavior is simply something of a standard to him. He is immortal, a leader. No doubt he expects obedience and is used to being served his meals.
…
…. A h. ]
Do you… [ How does she phrase this. Specifically, how does she phrase this in a manner that doesn’t suggest he’s helpless or provoke his chagrin. Rem sidles up to him, and even though they’re the only two in this room, she lowers her voice in a discrete, polite manner. ] …know… [ If she’s managed to take his hand off her wrist by now, she doesn’t drop it. Similar to how she held it before, Rem cups his between her two palms in a way she hopes is reassuring and non-judgmental. ] …how to cook?
[ Come to think of it, she’s never seen the immortal l’cie of her own world eat anything. Maybe he doesn’t— or didn’t— have a need to, either. But unlike the l’cie who were once human, he may have never learned how given his status. ]
1/2
For most of his time in this world, he had been making allowances for all the small slights everyone around him had been giving. This was not the Three Realms, after all. His power had been sealed and himself made more mortal than he'd been since he was a child. He could no longer force others to do his bidding through manipulation of their minds when simply ordering them and following up with threats didn't work. He never needed an excuse to kill anyone, but there was little point in doing so when all it would bring him was more trouble from the rest of the world that didn't understand or know who and what it was they were trifling with. Lessons could only be taught if the student was open to learning. Even those lessons written in blood could only go so far.
And for most of the small, everyday slights and troubles he had simply sighed and moved on because it wasn't worth the trouble or effort to attempt to correct.
But being that he was mortal enough to need to eat and he had no one in his service that could and would cook meals to share with him... This small thing was not so small anymore. He could either continue to go out and purchase meals that were either far too expensive or outright questionable, or he could attempt to cook for himself. Which was a disaster in the making and even he couldn't stand his own attempts at trying.
He had gone and acquired one of the ever-full fruit and vegetable baskets, so there was always fresh fruit and vegetables at hand. But strangely, he'd found that attempting to eat the same things each day had left him feeling very... empty? Queasy, certainly. Dissatisfied. Uncomfortable with the knowledge that though it saved him money it was just so... bitter. Like taking a medicine and knowing it was bitter because you'd tasted something sweet too soon before having to take the medicine again.
His life in this world felt bitter. And he didn't know how to make it feel sweet with any consistency, but having someone cook for him... That was like a small bite of candy. And he very much had a sweet tooth.]
2/3 actually
His eyes couldn't meet hers and he looked away and down. As she spoke, gently, and with caution, he came to the realization he'd exposed a weakness he hadn't even realized he'd had. Not the need to eat as mortals do. Or that he could not cook. He knew his skill in that area and accepted that he would need to practice. No, the weakness was the bitter medicine of his current existence. An emptiness that he was so opposed to he let down his walls enough to chase after her and... and ask her to stay. And cook. And give him the sweet taste of comfort that he had grown used to in Orchid's Arbiter Hall.
Dongfang Qingcang took a deep breath and stepped back from her. His hand that she still held a lifeline that he took great effort to sever. He had allowed the distraction of Orchid's emotions for too long. Bitter medicine would do him well. Remind him of the empty and frozen sea that was his own heart. Force him to remember that the warm waters and bright sun of other shores were only a weakness he could not afford.]
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This venerable one is not skilled at cooking.
[He answered without shame or anything else coloring his usual bored tone.]
But this venerable one can see to his own meal if you are too ill to see to it without exhausting yourself as you did on the stairs.
also 1/3
...No, that's a lie. She's seen such shifts before. She's seen it in the l'cie, the spark of passion, of fear, of grief, of anger, the vibrant colors of who they once were, misplaced but true, as what they once felt comes alive, only to be snuffed out. She's felt it, herself, when she became one. Perhaps there is something tragic to be found in the loss, the loss of beauty found within emotions and humanity.
But it is a price, and-- --having made a similar choice before, she understands. Sacrifices are warranted. Sacrifices must be honored.
And so, Rem watches this change in him occur with neither a startle nor shock, but instead both respect and... sorrow. Sorrow for whatever circumstance led him to this, and sorrow that he must withhold such vibrancy from the world, when it would surely be as brilliant as spring. ]
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Not when he's already shown her this much effort and kindness for her health, when he truly has no need to. ]
3/3
[ A pause, and she straightens, giving him a demure, apologetic smile. Time for her to reach out to him, and she goes for his arm at his stomach, tugging at his sleeve. She pivots in the direction of the kitchen. ]
I'll cook. But... you're right. I'm too weak enough to cook all by myself-- [ She gives him a pointed look, firming her tone. ] which means we'll have to help each other, okay?
/scene?
It is not an uncomfortable way to spend the evening. The bitter medicine put off for another day.]