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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:
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!
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:
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...
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 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.
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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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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Damen has always been consistently eager to fall on the sword of letting Laurent know exactly what he thinks of his plans. Well, falling on the sword is a poor metaphor, the man is practically immune to swords. Laurent looks at Damen through the mask, the short distance between them seeming like an unsurpassable gulf; it is in his head, which is his safest fort except for the fact that he also feels like he's going insane.]
[Oddly detached,] Are those all the words you have for me? I thought…
[A little shake of the head as he cuts himself off.]
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But though he has no reason to hold any love for Laurent, he's no longer interested in killing him. And he doesn't think Laurent wants to kill Damen either, at least, not so long as his true identity remains concealed.
A glint of gold at Laurent's wrist catches his attention. A familiar glint of gold, despite the new gem set in it. He frowns and reaches out to snatch Laurent's hand.]
What's this?
[But he knows what it is. He just has no idea why Laurent would be wearing a slave cuff.]
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Immediately his posture subtly stiffens, and he rips his hand away- he hadn't offered any resistance before this- before taking a step back, small enough to appear as a cheeky tease to an onlooker; but to the both of them familiar with the language of Laurent, something clearly has shifted. Laurent's not going to elaborate, of course.]
You don't know what this is? [A beat, then:] Perhaps I've mistaken you for someone else. Who are you?
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That's the question, isn't it? He hasn't been playing the slave since he got here--not like he really played the slave before he got here either--but he knows that whatever truce exists between him and Laurent evaporates as soon as Laurent learns that he's Damianos. Rightful heir to the Akielon throne and killer of Laurent's brother.
But he hates lying. Especially to Laurent.
He lets that thought go unexamined.]
I'm the same person I've always been, Laurent. But I'm not your slave here.
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and fuckingthey've already done on this topic for the last book and a half.Laurent's mind unsheathes its claws and gets to work again.]
What’s the last thing you remember.
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Nesson. Surviving the landslide and fighting the clansmen. Why?
Are you planning to remove the mask? [Damen gestures at his own uncovered face.] It can't be comfortable, and I know who you are.
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He hasn't planned around time-travel before. The last time he's thought about such concepts was long before Auguste’s death, when he still a boy who read fairytales. That's not much to work with-
-Damen is telling him to take his mask off-]
Damen, this is a masquerade-
[It’s a strong starting point to keep this Damen alive, he thinks, so that he doesn't end up alone at the border, skewered by an Akielon soldier in the wilderness-]
-the point of a masquerade is to keep your mask on-
[Or is Damen happier, here? Is seeing him home safe the goal? He seems to be having a good time.]
-or are you just missing my eyes?
[Laurent looks at Damen finally, his eyes chips of blue set far behind the painted mask.]
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[TURNS AND BRISK-WALKS AWAY]
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[And then Laurent is moving away and all Damen can see is a gap between balconies and Laurent saying he could probably make it and--
He catches Laurent's wrist again before he can think of why that's a terrible idea.]
No. You can't.
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[Laurent repeats, clearly baiting Damen to follow, so when he hears the familiar footfall behind him he starts full sprinting through the crowd towards the challenge. He pushes his mask up finally for a better field of vision as he looks back- Damen is closer than he'd thought- and has to bump another partygoer to dodge Damen's swipe.]
Why not?
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[Why? It's not like Laurent will die, clearly, since Damen fell and he's fine. He could say that Laurent would fail, but he knows Laurent well enough to know that saying that will definitely only end in Laurent doing it anyway to prove him wrong. Whether or not he could actually succeed.
And why does Damen care anyway? It's not like he has any responsibility to protect Laurent here of all places. Not from physical harm and certainly not from embarrassment.
But still...
All right, he has to think strategically. It's the only way Laurent might listen, and he's running out of time til they reach the front. So he says the only thing he can think of that might work.]
We'll have a better chance of succeeding if we do it together.
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He huffs, finally slowing down:] You are… infuriating.
[“You’re right, and he hates it”, except he’s in a different stage of grief now and it comes out a little different. The bite is notably absent. He may need to work on that.]
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[He hasn't forgotten that strange nonsense Laurent said before he ran off, and Laurent is acting so... different. He doesn't understand it. Laurent seems to be... having... fun?
But that can't be right. Laurent doesn't have fun.
But it wasn't very long ago the two of them were running across rooftops. "It's the game I like."
Maybe this is just how Laurent is when separated from his royal duties and identity. Maybe the Laurent Damen had met in town, in the inn was more real than Damen had thought.
The flash of a sapphire earring flicks through his mind and he doesn't let himself dwell on it.]
Together, then?
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Is that the worst you can say about me?
[Laurent tramps down all the fondness that Damen's response brings, so that his face stays impassive, maybe a little annoyed that Damen's reasoning has gotten through to him. Compartmentalising his emotions is one of his stronger skills, so he thinks he can indulge in this a little, as a treat, as long as Damen doesn't get any ideas about what lies in his future or what Laurent is up to.]
Not together, together. We're not going to hold hands.
[This time, Laurent heads for the edge leading out to open sky, slow enough that it's clear he's not trying to run. He peers over, backs up before taking a running start to leap onto the first platform. He doesn't look back any more; he believes Damen will follow.]
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[If he was, oh boy, he's got a whole list of much worse things he could say about Laurent. But it wouldn't exactly help his "keep Laurent from doing something stupid" plan, and he's not currently actively angry at Laurent for anything.
Though Laurent is clearly doing his best to make that change. Damen spares only enough time to roll his eyes before running after Laurent and leaping easily onto the first platform.]
Just tell me when it's a jump you're not sure you can make. I can help.
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When Damen does, Laurent leans in and up so the wind doesn’t whip every word from his mouth right into oblivion.]
A third of the way is where it would get tricky, I could maybe make it. [Pointing.] And I haven’t figured out the pattern where you fell yet.
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I have. The trick is, that rising landing vanishes seconds after you put weight on it, but you need to hit it at just the right angle so it propels you to the next landing. The timing has to be exactly right and you can't hesitate at all.
[A beat.]
It was a very educational fall.
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[Laurent nods; Damen doesn't lie when asked for counsel (it's unclear if the man is aware he can.) His source of discomfort now is that this- what can be only described as acrobatics- is so far out of the gamut of Veretian sporting interest that he has no experience in it; perhaps it would be easier if he did this on horseback, but then again, that would unduly frighten the poor horses.]
Of course, the unparalleled education of mimicking a speared bird. I'm afraid I missed that class and you will have to teach me.
[Don't think about how he's overcommitted to the bit and now seems to imply they should fall right off the side. Also don't think about how Laurent thinks this is casual conversation. He cocks his head to the side to signal he's going on ahead, before doing exactly that- this time, he doesn't stop and wait unless called for, progressing exactly to where he's pointed out the jumps are too wide for him to confidently make before he stops again.
The vanishing sections are still further ahead, but he's not too embarrassed about being a weaker jumper than Damen “unbelievable mountain lion” of Akielos.]
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He follows, keeping half an eye on the terrain and half on Laurent. But Laurent doesn't take any jumps he can't make, and by the time he stops, Damen is starting to have fun. He pauses next to Laurent and gauges the distance.]
I'll go first. I can catch you if you need it. [A beat.] We might end up holding hands after all.
[He backs up takes a few steps of a running start, and lands easily.]
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Would this be a sport your people do naked?
[Instead he hears Damen talk about holding hands instead and, oh, okay, they've been thinking about very different things. Laurent rolls his eyes and scoffs to throw attention off the faint heat on his cheeks. YEAH WHATEVER HE'S ALSO GOING TO JUMP NOW.
Well, actually, not quite yet. He looks over the edge, across at Damen again, re-judging the distance-
-when he does leap, it's directly at Damen. Since Damen had so graciously offered to catch him he's relying on just that.]
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Damen has never been shy about nudity, but Laurent has a tendency to catch him off guard. Suddenly, he's thinking about being naked. About Laurent being naked, though he tries to shove those thoughts away. He's not sure the fact that a very clothed Laurent is suddenly flying directly towards him makes things better or worse.
He catches Laurent, of course, but he's distracted enough that he takes a step back to stabilize himself.]
We'd... certainly wear less than your people would. [He manages to say.
Laurent is... Laurent is in his arms.
He really needs to put Laurent down.]
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I'm aware. I've seen an Akielon.
[While he's not bothered about being in Damen's grip (another inconsistency with a Laurent from before), he does crane his head back after a while, trying to see if something’s the matter.]
Why aren't you letting me down?
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I was strategizing. [Sure he was. ...well, he was, actually, but he could really have put Laurent down while doing it.] The jumps get harder from here. We might need a different approach.
[Could he... throw Laurent that far? Seems risky.]
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[The meaningful pause is to make it clear he means Damen's dick. It's a cheap shot, but Damen somewhat deserves it for making it that easy.
That being said, he's on the ground and Damen should be thinking at normal capacity now, so Laurent drops the issue quickly enough.]
Do we have a different approach?
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You jumped into my arms.
[This isn't his fault!! He sighs, eyeing the rest of the maze around them.]
The moving platforms are more challenging, but if we can get the timing right, the jumps will actually be shorter. And we can get there earlier if we follow this path.
[The path he points to doesn't have platforms that are very far apart horizontally, but they do make a steep series of stairs. Fortunately, if there's one thing that isn't a problem for Damen, it's height.]
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