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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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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-21 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
...ah.

Cinna's smile turns sad as he enfolds Finnick's hand in both of his with a warmer, reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay. When I got here, Katniss hadn't gone onstage yet--neither had you--but I knew what I signed up for." he assures him quietly, soberly. "I knew the dress was a little heavy handed, but Snow pushed me too damn far forcing me to do her wedding gown. I just...I needed her to have that moment as much as I need it."

He pauses, letting go of his hand...then his smile turns grim. Dark.

"Just...just tell me this: did it look good? Did you see Snow's reaction--if he was breathing fire when he saw it, I'm not afraid of what's coming. Long as he was pissed."
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[personal profile] odare 2025-01-21 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So, right before the Quarter Quell. Cinna seems to understand the likelihood of his own death.

Finnick smiles a little in memory of that night. Her wedding dress going up in flames to reveal the actual dress: a mockingjay.

"We didn't see Snow's reaction, but Cinna, the dress was incredible." He squeezes Cinna's hands for emphasis. "Beautiful, elegant, stunning, shocking. That was the moment she became the Mockingjay. The symbol of the revolution. You turned the tide, with that one. And then Peeta dropped this incredible bomb- a lie that Katniss was pregnant, right on stage. Genius. Everyone in the Capitol was calling to stop the Games that night. All the Victors held hands, and they cut the feed."

What a moment. What a night. He'd been terrified, but exhilarated. A taste of possible freedom.

The rest of the story isn't so good, but he wants Cinna to bask in his achievement for the moment.
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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-21 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The smile on his face is slow growing, and radiant by the time Finnick is done. Cutting the feed? As good as live flames licking through the arena, burning the feather eyelashes right off so many of those empty headed halfwits in the Capitol. The ones who knew how lucky they were and didn't care why, the ones who were so convinced of their own greatness they didn't understand sarcasm.

Laughing, Cinna reaches out to wrap an arm around Finnick's shoulders, pulling him into a quick but warm embrace.

"That's beautiful, man--that's worth it."

Worth dying for, worth bleeding for--worth anything. Worth everything.

Drawing back, he puts both his hands on Finnick's shoulders, squeezing and giving him a friendly little shake.

"That's not just anger, that's embarrassment. That's everything."
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[personal profile] odare 2025-01-21 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He returns the hug, squeezing Cinna gently, then laughs as he's slightly shaken.

"We played them. That night, we beat them at their own game."

A pause.

"You're a legend, Cinna. Katniss is so fond of you, everyone is." Cinna didnt deserve to die. He deserved credit, praise, accolades, respect. Finnick tries to give him that now, since he didn't get enough of it in Panem.

But, he also has to tell him the truth.

"Of course, the Quell still went forward. But we were able to break some folks out of the arena, including Katniss and Peeta. And by then, the momentum was unstoppable. Full war."

Finnick sobers. Fuck, how do you tell someone they died? At a fancy party, no less?

"Unfortunately... You did pay the price for that dress. I'm sorry." He frowns.
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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-21 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like I said: worth it." he assures Finnick quietly, patting his shoulder with the best smile he can manage. Knowing he's going to die...yeah, that's not fun. But he was aware of the risks going in...he hasn't changed his mind.

Poor guy looks so upset, though. Finnick Odair--Cinna's like most, he's never known for sure what his deal is but he's heard the stories. He's had his suspicions...he knows Finnick's stock in trade.

Maybe he can give him something extra. Something to get him through the war.

"It's not just you, y'know." he says after a moment. Glancing around, he spots one of the refreshment tables and nods for Finnick to walk with him.

"The 'company' you keep in the Capitol. I know you know there's others. There's always others...but it's not all bad. Hard, but not bad."

He picks up a small cake of some kind, and offers it to Finnick with a smile.

"I wouldn't be here if it were bad...my great-great granddad was District 11's first victor in the early days."
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Masquerade because PRETTY

[personal profile] wantadistraction 2025-01-21 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a beautiful jacket," there's a husky voice to his right as he stands there looking around. When he turns, he will find himself facing a redheaded woman draped in crushed red velvet that hugs her frame and wearing a black mask that does little to hide the vibrant green shade of her gaze.

She has a glass of wine in her hand and she sips it as she looks him over again, noting the gold details of his jacket before lifting her gaze to his face again. She doesn't recognize him which makes her think he has to be new because there is no way she would forget seeing him or mix him up with anyone else.

She offers a small smirk as she lowers her drink again. "Having a good time?"
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[personal profile] odare 2025-01-22 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Cinna certainly took that in stride. He must have been quite used to the possibility of his own death, despite living in the Capitol. Finnick can understand that, especially if Cinna had been banking on a revolution for a while, or planning things for it in secret. Perhaps he always knew he was willing to sacrifice himself for that cause. Perhaps Finnick always knew that of himself, too, or maybe it's something he only came to terms with recently- he's not sure.

He follows Cinna to the refreshment table, wondering where he's going with this. He takes the small cake, and then his brow furrows briefly in confusion.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean, Cinna." Not that he's denying anything about the company he keeps, but he's not sure how it isn't bad, or what it has to do with Cinna's ancestor.
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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-22 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's okay--when victors don't serve the Capitol's purposes anymore, they tend to get forgotten." Cinna reassures him. "Like the boy who won the 8th Hunger Games--Harv was his name. For a time, life was a fair amount easier in some parts of District 11 after he won--several families got extra tessarae without having to add to their children's entries in the Reaping. That was Harv's doing. See, he was like you: a good looking young man with a lot to offer. Charm, wit, and...favors."

Cinna picks up a cake for himself after offering one to Finnick, pausing for a bite.

"He traded those favors for the extra tessarae. Certain amount each year when he made his annual visit to the Capitol to see his...'friends.' One of them was special, a young lady named Ambrosia. Capitol girl who didn't like the Games, but she liked Harv, and he liked her. After that first visit, he came to see her every year--always his last stop. First, it was just to see her...then it was to see her and Cinnamon, Ambrosia's daughter. Their daughter."

He pauses to lick a smear of sugar off his thumb with a knowing smile.

"I was named after my Mamaw. She was a good lady, Ambrosia...she was the one who taught me to hate the Capitol for keepin' her mom and dad apart."
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[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-22 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"If my previous experience is any indication, it isn't a permanent condition," Connor assured him with a wry smile. "Granted, there's always a possibility this place is different."

Still, he had a point, and Connor cleared his throat lightly and nudged his drink away (still jingling faintly with every movement). "Ah...I suppose my most pressing question is how much you know about this place. The barkeeper isn't the most verbose individual." He paused, a bit hesitantly, but well; one non-human to another. "Technically, I am human, but only because I was made such by the rulers of the previous world I was brought to. In reality, I am an android. Model RK800, created to assist law enforcement in solving cases that involve androids. Deviant androids, specifically."
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[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-22 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I enjoyed the gumdrops, but I, ah, got the sense that eating candy that was...made from someone, after a fashion, was a bit odd." He got a funny look or two, at least. Clearing his throat, still blushing a bit, the pink aura surrounding him deepening and then lightening to a more neutral shade of yellow-gold. "It's possible, yes. Are you familiar with a place called Ainmhian?"
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[personal profile] deviare 2025-01-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He did know she was dead, and knew just enough about her situation--and the Fey in general--to be concerned for her well being and safety. But physical differences aside, she certainly seemed like she was still his Night Sky.

And also like she didn't particularly want to talk about things beyond the present--also unsurprising. Maybe later, then. "I apologize for making you wait," he murmured against her lips, bring his other hand up to her face and deepening the next kiss, making a soft sound at the taste of her on his tongue. That was different, too, subtly. He didn't mind. Differences just meant new things to discover and rediscover.
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-01-22 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know of the world's plight, but a friend of mine has been archiving any information and lore that has been collected. You wish to seek a woman named Lioriley. Can't miss her."

But he raised his brows with the introduction. An android given flesh... pardon Lulu as he tipped this way and that to get a closer look. Small hard candies scattered to the floor from the simple movement.

"Wow! Bet the whole 'bodily functions' thing like hunger and needing the bathroom's been a trip, huh?" Man, but Model RK800 is a bit of a mouthful, wasn't it?

He wasn't a model of anything right now. He was just a guy. But if he was the guy to help gather information...

"Well, good to meet you, Wikipedia. What makes an android 'deviant', though? They rob a bank?"
channelmyemotions: (SMILE_sly as a fox)

[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-22 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Cinna glances over at the sultry voice--then takes a closer look with a smile as he looks her over. The dress, the mask with its snake detailing, oh that is definitely something he could turn into a look.

Too bad he won't get the chance...but maybe that's something he could work on. A gift for Katniss, after he's gone.

"I am now, Eve." he replies smoothly, offering his hand to her. "Cinna--and I'd ask who you're wearing, but we all got that magic treatment coming in here. If they let us keep the clothes, could I maybe dress this up a little for you? That lace trim on the hem should really match the neckline, maybe go a little more asymmetrical with a tiny train, living foliage on the mask with some iridescent scales on that snake...man, I could go wild with this thing..."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-01-22 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"My friend here's right. We'll get a message and the skin back to Brienna posthaste. But this might put a damper on the trading you guys will be doing for a bit."

Grey sighed. "That may just be the case. I can prepare an explanation for the boys if they ask."

After a few more minutes, Draven returned with a leather sack filled with something. His father peered inside, and nodded. "That's the real deal, I'm afraid. ...Draven, these gentlemen will be taking the pelt back to Miss Brienna. It would be best if they carried a message to her from you as well."

Draven winced.

"It's about taking responsibility, even if it's difficult to do so."

Draven rubbed the back of his neck once Lulu took the sack. "I just... I thought she'd be happiest together with me, as I am with her. We could have explored the land she'd never seen together, gone on quests together with the guilds like you guys do. I can only say 'I'm sorry', and hope she can forgive me."
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[personal profile] wantadistraction 2025-01-23 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
She presses her lips together to hide a smirk when he studies her dress and starts making adjustments in his mind which is intriguing. Glancing down at herself, she can almost see what he's talking about but then her gaze sweeps back up to his face. "Let me guess, a designer?"

"I'd also personally turn this dress green or maybe blue but I didn't mind this shade either," she chuckles, offering her hand to him. "It's nice to meet you, Cinna."
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[personal profile] wantadistraction 2025-01-23 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"That's a good point," Lydia murmurs after thinking about it and understanding why he might find that a bit odd. Then she smiles at him again, noticing the pink aura deepening which she wants to tease him about but then he mentions a name that makes her blink before her smile appears. "I do! I was there for a while. I don't know if you remember there being a clothing store? That was my place."
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[personal profile] odare 2025-01-23 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Briefly, Finnick wonders if he should have done that kind of thing more often, traded favors for Tesserae, and feels guilty. Not that he never gave any of his winnings away, or never looked out for people in District 4, but he could have done more...

Ah, so there's the point of the story. He isn't sure why Cinna is bringing it up, though.

"I see," he nods. "Not everyone in the Capitol is terrible, it's true. Some of my clients were very good and kind to me. Some of them I really trusted, and I knew they'd help me if they could. They're not... Born bad, they're just brainwashed."
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[personal profile] shuffled 2025-01-23 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She was cold, too, but not nearly as much as Finnick thanks to the infernal blood pumping through her veins. Anthem tugged the blanket tightly around her shoulders and huddled next to Finnick, arm around his shoulder to pull him into her side so he could leech that warmth for himself.

"Do not touch them." She said. "They seem to be spreading." Anthem reached for her dagger, pulling it from its sheath and spinning so the handle was aimed down. "I can try and break them, but I fear that is my only idea so far."
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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-23 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Cinna nods in agreement, but he can see that Finnick isn't understanding his point. Finishing with eating, he makes sure his hands are clean and rests one on Finnick's shoulder.

"What I'm tryin' to say, Finnick...it's that just like the folks in the Capitol, good and bad? It's a gut thing. You can feel 'rotten' down in your core, and all I've ever known of you is...well, what you want me to know. But you can't hide 'good' behind a mask, and the good ones never make the rounds you do by choice. There's always something to trade with good people--I don't know your reasons. I don't need to know your reasons, but if it ever weighs on you? And it does--it damn sure weighed on my Mamaw when she could only see her dad once a year--I want you to know that you're not the only one...and sometimes, good things can come of it. Maybe find some comfort and hope in knowing that."

He smiles, pulling Finnick into another brief, friendly hug.

"Keep you strong for the Rebellion--'cause we need good men 'n women if we're gonna free Panem."
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[personal profile] channelmyemotions 2025-01-23 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stylist--but that's part of the job, too." Cinna replies as he takes her hand, kissing it cordially. "And green? Criminal--nah, the mask and the dress is a perfect representation of this old story my Mamaw used to tell me from before the Dark Days 'bout Adam and Eve, the serpent, and the apple."

He's still holding her hand as he continues to look her over--with all the intensity of a desire, but none of the heat. Not ogling, but admiring her like a piece of fine art.

"Then again...maybe green, with nuances." he muses. "Turn you into the tree instead of the apple, living foliage instead of the lace on the hem. Wonder if they got ornamental snakes here for the mask, that could bring it all together..."

He trails off, then laughs as he finally releases her hand.

"Sorry, just--you make that dress something special. I'm, uh...I'm passionate about my work."
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[personal profile] wantadistraction 2025-01-23 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
“I know the story,” Lydia chuckles, revealing that she is pretty aware of how he picked the nickname for her as she’d had the same thought when she saw the tiny serpent detail on her mask.

She continues to smirk coyly as she notes the look on his face, the way his gaze roams over her but doesn’t make her feel dirty as he isn’t leering. He’s appreciating and constructing, tearing the dress apart in his mind only to put it back together in the way he wants to see it. It sounds intriguing and suddenly she wishes she could see it the way he does. Or, better yet, see it in person.

“Thank you, I thought it looked good but you’ve made me feel ten times better about it,” she lifts her chin before waving a hand. “Don’t worry, I like hearing you talk. Makes me want to hear about what else you’d put me in.”
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[personal profile] eightbeers 2025-01-23 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It did in fact help a lot, and Kimiko exhaled a sigh of relief, flexing her fingers as the warmth and feeling eased back in. She offered a little smile and nodded, silently signaling that it had, in fact, help, then tipping the bag to show her the collection of flowers in their little blue clutches. Was that enough?
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[personal profile] somethingveryspecial 2025-01-24 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Together?" She seems legitimately shocked for a moment, her yellow-grey eyes wide. She's really not used to people wanting to be around her. It takes her another good moment to collect herself and find her words. "Yeah, sure, together."

Kainé looks around for a place to sit, trying to hide her own fluster as her face dusts a light shade of pink.

"H... how about over there?"

She points to a bench overlooked by a tree decorated with pretty baubles and things.
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[personal profile] somethingveryspecial 2025-01-24 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
In that they are like minded. Not that Kainé would admit to actually caring for others.

The crow's antics earn a small smile from Kainé. She can't understand it, as she's Undine and hasn't managed to earn enough bones for really anything yet, but she has always been fond of animals. She tilts her own head curiously when Kaede responds as though she actually understood the caw.

"Are you talking to it?"
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2025-01-24 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"For a while, at least," Maedhros agrees. For he cannot see how this will not end up damaging relations between the two parties for a while. "But I do not think it is something that needs last forever."

Maedhros sighs. It is in line with the folly of youth, he supposes, and the boy had not meant ill either. Even if he had been somewhat selfish in both his desires and actions.

"I will relay your appologies to her and if she sees fit to forgive you, young man, I do hope you will have learned to ask the young lady what she would want next time you speak." He says sternly, yet not unkindly. "And yearn not to much for danger and adventure, young one, it rarely lives up to ones expectations. A peaceful and quiet life, I think, does not often get the recognition it so rightly deserves and one never really values it as much as one should until it is gone"

Just some words of advise from one that has lived a far too eventful life for his liking.