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TDM #4



ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU
WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES
The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.
SEASON OF LIGHT
The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...
THE GRAND MASQUERADE
Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.
THE SKY'S ASCENSION



At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.
THE SEA'S SECRETS
On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.
THE LAND'S EMBRACE



In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.
QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.
OOC NOTES
Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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Markus | Detroit: Become Human | Dryad(?)

[personal profile] singon 2025-01-03 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival:

Waking up in some strange place is bad enough, especially when you don't remember laying down in the first place. Add to that the idea that Markus is possibly alone without his people? Yeah...there might be a mild panic that he's keeping mostly to himself as he heads down the stairs of the tavern. Rhythmic and fast down the steps, around the corner and--this place looks like one of those video games he'd seen ads for.

What the hell.

Hello fellow new arrivals of Caldera...here is +1 very confused Robo-Revolutionary.

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Season of Lights:

It's baffling how calm and quiet it is in Caldera compared to where Markus had been not hours before, but he can't exactly complain. It's nice, it's freeing, being able to just walk down the street and 'breath' the crisp winter air. The lights lining the streets remind Markus of Christmas, hanging lights around the house, doing some decorating for Carl to help lift the mans spirits even a little.

It's telling for Markus because last he remembered it was only November, Christmas was still over a month away...but then this world is different and whatever celebration this is seems to be only similar to the one he is familiar with. Still the lights are beautiful and it's easy for Markus to get lost in it all.

So lost that he misses seeing someone as he bumps into them. "Oh, sorry. Are you okay?"

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Grand Masquerade!:

Sure, Markus had been to a few fancy parties in his time being activated but nothing to this extent. Usually functions that mimicked things like this Carl refused to attend. Said they were too uppity or something. Stepping through and watching as his own clothes transformed Marcus has to step to the side and stop.

"I feel like I'm going to rip something if I move...." His words are just a touch louder than he means to, masked face snapping up to look around.

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Land's Embrace:

After a bit of mingling with people at the party, Markus is happy to find a quiet place to tuck away and just breath. The plants are beautiful and as he listens he finds the reason behind such a unnaturally beautiful garden.

Lovers.

Something he didn't have. Not that he didn't have someone that he loved dearly. It was just that they had been in the middle of a revolution...and now he was here. So far from home in an unfamiliar place that was completely different. Instead of letting himself linger on it however, Markus decides to find a grassy area to just sit and relax in. Closing his eyes and just basking in...nature.
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how was he supposed to know she wasn't? He's not a psyker! she could have been *nibbling* daintily

[personal profile] thecodexabides 2025-01-03 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Polite but absolute disagreement but remember Gadriel is, uh, not normal. ] Eternal vigilance is the duty of all of my kind. If we slip, even for a moment, the Empire shatters. One can trust no one but one's own brothers in the heat of combat. [And even then sometimes they might run off and do something stupid but at least it was loyally stupid.]

[Fair question, and Gadriel considers for a moment before he gives an answer. Thinking before he speaks? WHAT?] You. You do not seem to have the necessary hardness to train warriors. [Bro you're way too nice to be an Ultramarine.] You cannot be kind to recruits, because war is never kind.

How do you [Wait.] Are you planetbound? You cannot travel the stars? I can see why you would fight so hard for your home. [Instead of exterminatusing it from space like the Inquisition tends to favor.]
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[personal profile] dreamflowers 2025-01-03 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
'Xenos' is an alien word to Jade, but so are most things people she's met in this world talk about. She's just learned to roll with it rather than ask each time something new and unfamiliar pops up, unless it's relevant to her needs and interests.

"I think you'll be fine. I mean, whatever abilities you've got, you already look like you're primed to bust some skulls with your biceps. I needed some extra help."

Despite her significant height (well, significant in her world, and most people here... Jade's 6'9" ass has nothing on this guy), she's not a physically imposing fighter. Most of her muscles come from having to climb and run away from the things trying to kill her, as opposed to crushing her threats with her body.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-01-03 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
With a hand that resumed thet soft and languid toying of prick, he then proceeded to run his lips against shoulders wet with shower spray.. his tongue darting out to lap at each individual stream and drop as he tasted aqua that carried hints of Alex's cologne.

Down, down down to the center of back where he could feel and hear the heavy heartbeat of a body thinking that it was prey.

Well, it was.

Teeth scraping downward with tongue darting out, following the entrancing line of spine, ever downward until finally he found the slope where back turned into rear, teasing against the skin while his hearing primed for even the barest of sounds from Alex.

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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2025-01-03 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
The Codex sorts targets into three categories. It's very tidy. Xenos, heretics, and traitor legions. The order didn't matter, they were all bad. Anything that didn't look human was suspect and the less human it looked, the more xenos it was.

Gadriel gives a digruntled huff. She has no idea what she's talking about. "I have to be careful of what I eat," he says, like this is a huge complaint. In his defense, he's usually able to eat just about anything: dirt, rocks, green and furry spoiled stuff in the back of the fridge. He has to eat like...actual human food now. It's all terrible.

Still, he's fought to the last round of ammunition before. He can fight with no weapons. It's not like he has a choice. Especially if it means she goes it alone. "All right." You talked him into it!

"Surely you have armor you should...maybe..put on." Rippers would shred what she was wearing in a heartbeat. "And you need to do something with your hair."

Ultramarine fashion advice? Not really. But a long rope of hair sure looks like something that could be grabbed onto.
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[personal profile] somethingveryspecial 2025-01-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
'Fight everyone or kiss 'em'

Again Kainé's mind whirrs as she imagines herself in those scenarios with Jade, then quickly shakes herself out of it before her blush becomes too noticeable.

As for herself, well, she's not actually able to get drunk back home, so she doesn't have enough to go on to describe what kind of drunk she is. Guess they'll find out, huh.
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You're good boo!

[personal profile] somethingveryspecial 2025-01-03 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back home? Yeah, we have a holiday like this. Only..." her yellow-grey gaze flicks away and back again and she subconsciously grabs one arm with a hand. "I haven't had anyone to celebrate with for a long time..."

Not since Grandma...
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[personal profile] somethingveryspecial 2025-01-03 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I told Emil to use his power on me to save Nier's village from a Shade. We locked it in the basement and I barred the door."

She scoffs.

"Lotta thanks the assholes showed."

When she was finally unpetrified, the village leader, Popola, kicked Kainé and Emil out because the villagers feared them.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2025-01-03 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
For the best that this wasn't mass replicated? Hard to believe such a useful thing would not be all the better for more availability, but she has the wisdom to acknowledge that if anyone were to know one way or the other, it would be the creator. There could be something in the formula that could be utilized in a way far beyond the original intention.

It makes her a little more curious. Not too unlike her own potions, that could call fire or ice -- but let the matter rest, for now.

"I am Beleth Lavellan." It's the first time in a long time she's introduced herself without 'Inquisitor' at the beginning. But the title had been cast aside, and it means little here. She had best get used to it. The handclasp is accepted with a warm smile and nod. "Andaran atish’an, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I may take you up on the offer, once we have settled in. Your workshop sounds like a true marvel." She thinks, vaguely, of Dagna, and notes to herself to bring something to protect her eyes when she goes.
theydrewfirstblood: (headtilt{ ...um what?)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2025-01-03 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
John blinks as she goes from that kind of shellshocked joy to...something like apprehension when he tries to move closer. Not indecently close, not even more than politely in her personal space, their bodies aren't even touching.

The reflex is terrible understanding--that she knows, that she senses, but...

"Why? I mean--if I did something to make you uncomfortable, I apologize--"
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2025-01-03 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tal'Dorei," Bel repeated. "I think there's a few other people from there here. If you haven't seen them yet."
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[personal profile] borelblue 2025-01-03 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
His smile lessens. "I understand. The first Starlight Celebration after my parents passed was...difficult. Is it an unfortunate downside to a holiday so focused on community and loved ones."

"However, here and now, we have others to celebrate with, at least." His smile recovers. "Even if they are people newly met. Perhaps we could enjoy our treats together?"
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[personal profile] thesunreturns 2025-01-03 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now or back home?"
deviare: (he may not be real experienced with girl)

[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-03 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Connor managed to get his hand between Hank's snout and his face for just long enough to sit up, his eyes wide as someone called his name. "Sky...?" Well, now Hank's presence made sense, but she looked so different. She even sounded different. Healthier. No longer speaking with a hint of ever present rasp. Honestly, if he hadn't been a Very Good Detective, he might not have recognized her at all. With a soft, sweet smile, he moved his free hand behind him to brace and leverage himself up to his feet--

Only for Bear Heart to bowl him over, flat onto his back, with the enthusiasm of his own greeting. It was all dog slobber and Hank trying to eat his hair and Bear Heart putting his full weight on his front paws, planted directly on Connor's chest from there. Honestly, this was fine. If he had to die this would be how he'd choose to go.
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[personal profile] wildwarden 2025-01-03 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Night Sky almost joined them in bowling him over, honestly, but opted instead to hurry over, crouch down to where he ended up accepting his death, and gently nudging the boys away.

"All right, come on. Let him breathe. I know you're excited." She was too, hands shaking against Bear Heart and Hank's fur when she urged them off. Tears in her eyes. No dying, babe, you just got here. She stared down at him adoringly, unable to keep from laughing at the amount of slobber on his face that she wiped away as gently as she could. "Hi, baby."
deviare: (there's nothing that I would not do)

[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-03 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Listen...in Connor's defense, he's never met anyone so colorful and animated before. This might just be his life! He didn't want to assume things?

"...Is that...candy?" ...He's gonna reach for one and put it in his mouth, sorry if that's weird.
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[personal profile] long_live_the_queen 2025-01-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The names were unfamiliar--but Kaede could guess how the villagers responded, from that reaction. She was quite familiar with what wretched things people could be.

"'S why I never much cared for people." It was mostly a truth, but a contorted one. There were people she cared for very much. A few.

Before Kaede could get too gloomy with her thoughts, though, there were some rustling wingbeats above. The black feathers of a crow materialized through the leaves, and the bird dropped right down and onto the branching antlers of Kaede's mask. How useful, humans wearing perches!

"Found you!" the crow cawed, quite proud of himself. Kaede just corrected her tilted mask as the bird fluttered a bit to keep his balance. But she didn't shoo him away, letting out a little huff that wasn't quite a chuckle.

"You did. Don't have food for you right now, though," she replied, before recalling she hadn't thought to ask if the stranger could understand beasts before. Too late now.
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How could he not know? Is this disconect from his soul a human thing?

[personal profile] holdshisown 2025-01-03 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd not expected agreement in any case. This is just him tentatively introducing new points of views to him hoping it will help build a foundation for Gadriel to... reconsider some tof his beliefs.] And yet a paranoid mind that sees enemies even when there is none can easily put that same empire to the torch.

[He wonders bemusedly if he should take offence at that but he's just to amused that Gadriel thinks his general kindness prevents him from being a harsh taskmaster in other areas of his life.] Looks can be decieving. I prefer to be kind when and where I can, but what is kindness in one circumstance is anything but in another. Himring was a harsh and dangerous place and so I could not afford to be soft with those who served under me there. It would not have been a kindness had I done so. [You only think that because you haven't seen him in battle yet. There's a reason he used to send the orcs running the moment he showed his face on the field.] I can assure you I was a very harsh taskmaster.

Planetbound? [Travel the stars?] I do believe we are... but that has little to do with what I speak of, I think? Our souls are linked to the world in a way humans are not. When you die you do not linger. You go someplace else. [He's pretty sure no elf would do any 'exterminatusing' even if they had that sort of technology.]
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-01-03 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
His tongue shifted to form the first part of the 'yes', but stopped dead as the gentleman just... popped one of the gumdrops right into his face. No question of if it was a part of him- jury was out on that- or if they even tasted alright.

Because, y'know. Priorities. He'd assume magic candy falling off of him shouldn't be too bad. Tempting, even.

"You, uh. ...You good?" He leaned to look for signs of discomfort or a bad taste. Color him curious, as he hadn't thought to try his own candy.
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2025-01-03 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sky pirates? Huh?" He turns the concept around in his head for a bit. "Sounds more like sky explorers, though, when you say it like that. And I do agree that it's quite interesting to think of just how many of those floating islands that people might know nothing about."

With legs as long as his he does not really have any problem with keeping up with him. "I see it. Seems like the people are up and about as well."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-01-03 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Suppose it depends upon the islands themselves. If they were untouched? Explorers! If they were inhabited, perhaps holding lost treasure or the hoard of another group? Pirates.

But he'll borrow 'sky explorers' as a cover. Thanks, big guy!

"Good, good. Let's maybe see about talking to them one by one. Addressing them as a group might spook 'em or get them to change or cover each other's story, just in case."
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2025-01-03 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He supposes it would depend on that, yes. But he's neither an expert in exploring or piracy so he'll leave it for others to decide.

He's always happy to be of service, just don't incriminate him in any planned piracy and it'll be fine.

"Good idea. It also let's us see if their stories match just a bit too much as well. There's always going to be some variations and misremembrances if you speak to a large group. If everyone gives the exact same story it might be rehearsed."
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Gadriel isn't really the guy to ask about normal human anything

[personal profile] thecodexabides 2025-01-03 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Better to err and think one an enemy than mistakenly let an enemy get too close. That happened during the Heresy and it almost destroyed the Imperium. [Kind of did, but that's above Gadriel's pay grade. Lord Calgar says everything's great, then everything's great. ]

I will take your word for it. [Who's going to say to a high king that he was lying? Not Gadriel. ] It is terrible enough to send brothers into battle without standing beside them. I cannot imagine how any Primarch feels sending his own sons.

That is the theory. I do not know for certain. Death is the end of our duty. That is all I know. This is a matter for Chaplains and I do not want to speak wrongly.
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[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-03 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Well yeah, the best way to find out if they taste all right is by...eating one? This is sound a reasonable logic to him. Connor chewed the gumdrop slowly, rolling the sugar and gelatin confection around on his tongue, eyebrows lifting as the spice of the cinnamon made its presence known after the initial taste of tart apple. "Hm? Yes, the cinnamon is just very warm," he explained, assuming the surprise must have moved across his face. He started to reach for another one, then realized a moment later that he was getting a Look and pulled his hand back, politely folding his hands in front of him, the odd light and shifting colors around him turning orange as the yellow confusion leaned into tentative red distress. While he continued to jingle, faintly. "Oh. I apologize. I...should have asked first."
deviare: (in your hands)

[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-03 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Connor laughed as well, thought it came out in a wheeze as he was still trying to catch his breath. "Hi," he replied through quiet coughs, grinning up at her and resuming his previous push of pushing a hand behind him to prop himself up, his other hand moving up to touch her hair--after he scrubbed his palm across the thigh of his trousers to wipe off the drool and dog hair, of course. "You look so different," he observed, touching a streak of green and following the lock of hair up to the antlers before finally cupping her face. "Like one of the fey from the village." He wanted to ask her if she was okay, but he was afraid doing so now would make her think he meant a slight against her appearance, and he most certainly did not.