spacedragons | AUGUST TDM.

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AUGUST TDM.

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A DREAM, OF A SOUL AWAKE.

You are asleep. The dreamscape ripples, resolves into a vision of a foreign land, and then a world of pure white. There is the sensation of rising through deep water, and then you find yourself in a room of white marble. Your items may be set on the floor around you, or you could have arrived bare-handed - whichever it is, you'll soon be addressed by a couple of tired-looking people in white coats. It seems they're as confused as you are.

A ➛ After getting a brief introduction to the White Moon and choosing a faction, you will be allowed to leave. It's a whole new world, after all - so why not look around? The architecture of the Administrative Zone is very formal, in high contrast to the Free Market which is practically a riot of colour and wares. Merchants from all four nations peddle their wares here - have a look around, but also keep a watch on your purse. Some things can be quite expensive.

B ➛ As you head out of the Administrative Zone's gates, a flash of light catches your eye. The sun-crystal is reflected quite brightly in the window of a nearby building, almost dazzling you - and in that instant you see someone behind you in the street. A youth with white hair and grey clothing, oddly familiar. You blink, and he's gone. Maybe he was never there at all.

TO THE STARS, WE ENTRUST OUR DIRECTION.

The money given to every new foreigner is limited. It seems you will be expected to earn your keep from now on, either through tradecraft or through offering your services to the populace. If taking on small contracts isn't your thing, each faction also has bounties up for the taking. After all, you carry a surprising resistance to the miasma that lurks outside the city walls. Why not put it to use?

C ➛ Fancy taking a ride on a dragon? The roostkeepers of the Ice faction are friendly and will allow you to interact with their charges as long as you're respectful of their boundaries. The older dragons will merely gaze at you pensively, but the youngsters are always up for a game of catch or two. There's also the option of dragon taxi if you wish to travel between regions. If you can fork out the coin, they'll send you across the Moon in the fastest time possible.

D ➛ The inland Sea is abuzz with activity at this time of the year. While the seasonal variations are dampened inside the Moon ship, that hasn't stopped the natives from hanging out at the beach. The Blood faction's side has plenty of revelry, with fireworks set off at night and grilled fish stalls set up along the waterfront. Some of the food on offer may carry potent effects, however - the shamans are used to ingesting enhanced wines, but are you?

E ➛ If you've let slip the fact that you're from another world, you may soon gain some fans. Some natives will be curious and wish to interview you, but others may have more shady intentions. It can be hard to distinguish well-wishers from kidnappers - if you're being cornered by a few very earnest folk, it might be time to run.

F ➛ The roostkeepers will let you ride one of their older dragons if you are going to the Badlands on an exploration mission. It's a desolate landscape barren and devoid of all plant life, but such rocks might hide valuable treasures. Strange ores and crystals jut out of rock formations about a mile or two outside the city walls. Even map information will fetch you some reward from your faction. But don't venture out too far, or your resistance may wear off and leave you at the mercy of the elements.

G ➛ Wildcard! Feel free to utilize minor NPCs if needed. If you have any questions about the setting, direct them towards the FAQ.

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C. SPACE DRAGONS.

Well, chalk this up to an experience that she will surely remember for the rest of her life. Home does not bring many opportunities to meet dragons, though she understands that dragons from space must surely be different. Upon approach - she normally would feel confident in any Ice dealings considering the sort of person she is - Elsa feels her stomach suddenly... drop.

Perhaps they can sense how skittish she feels right now, suddenly a bundle of nerves with frost forming on her fingertips. Elsa clenches her navy blue skirts and presses forward, surprised to find one of the younger dragons nudging a leather ball towards her.

She purses her lips to the side and picks it up. "A game?" The dragon lifts her beautiful head and takes flight just a few feet off the ground. A game it is.

D. BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL.

She remembers the last time she made a fool of herself after drinking a mysterious concoction and is determined not to do the same here, so careful with her drink intake. Especially in a new place that puts her on edge.

It would be wise not to be so trusting but. Well, quenching thirst and feeding hunger are both important things.

There is a goblet of wine now in her hand but Elsa does not take a sip just yet, breathing in the scent first. It smells strong already.

D. PICKY EATING.

It's difficult being a picky eater and not being entirely sure of the food placed in front of you. Space is instantly a new experience and as much as he would like to complain, he also doesn't want to offend the people on the ship... moon thing. Yet. They had at least given him a choice in faction. Spring seemed cool, better fitting than Ice or Blood.

He knows better not to take it easy, to try to find a way home because there are people waiting for him there. There's a whole goddamn kingdom waiting for him there.

But he's also hungry, damn it. And staring at a bowl handed to him with a frown forming on his lips, a wrinkle in his brow.

"Are those beans?"

C. I WANT TO RIDE MY SPACE DRAGON ALL DAY.

Chocobos, he knows. He likes them, not as much as Prompto likes them but anyway.

Dragons aren't so out of the blue for him, not when he's had to go head to head with a menagerie of beasts and daemons, but there's something so mystical about these creatures that has him in awe, big eyes even wider as he takes a seat on the ground, holding a gloved hand out.

The dragon approaches and nudges his hand. Softly, he laughs.

[ - wait, what

Hibiki laughs aloud (when she's done having whiplash). ]

Quizzing me on PriPara is like requesting a goat inform you about straw. It's my sustenance.

[ Incidentally, her goat is only fed the very best straw on the market. And she only snaps Friend Tickets with the very most worthy. ]

"Let me know if that poisons you," says a rough, older voice from not far off. He sounds a bit amused. Looking over will show an old man with skin as gray as his hair and one eye clouded over like it's blind or at least partially so. He's watching her with mild interest, or at least curiosity.

[Stone snorts in agreement.]

Never, in my experience. And I have lots of experience. So it's just a matter of finding out what the politics here are, and what people are trying to get.

((aaaaah a Bramble? :D I have a friend considering the kethel from the last book... not sure if she'll follow me here tho))

"Don't know that I would call a person hiding with magic 'worthy', but if you say so." Obviously he does not think Aerich's say-so is enough to convince him. "You don't look anything like him, anyway."

[Lavi thinks for a bit, back straightening.]

Getting that sort of information is easier than trying to find out the cause. Finding the politicians in each faction, or simply getting any sort of information on them, would be better than us having to struggle and going in blind.

Then would this look familiar to you?

[He holds up his Hibiki's friend ticket to show her.

It's something he keeps on his person at all time, often forgetting that it's there simply because he doesn't pay too much attention to it as a whole.]

[ If she didn't already have a number of things to focus on, she might have seen the much taller man approach—or, at the very least, noticed the way the sea of people parted after he tugged the first few people aside. It isn't until his arm reaches from the side, gripping the person who had begun to lift her up that the slight blond notices anything is amiss.

Following the commotion, she feels her feet just as quickly touch the cobblestone ground again and, blinking almost comically wide, she tips her chin up to cast a glance over her shoulder and— ]

...

[ Oh, you're. Very intimidating, sir. Suddenly she's very grateful that this rumbling stranger seems to be on her side here. Feeling the crowd begin to back away, giving both Stone and Lux enough space to breathe, she turns slowly toward him; looking up in quiet awe. ]

Ah—

[ Find your tongue, girl. It's fine. ]

You really didn't—

[ Thank him, Lux. ]

I appreciate the help.

[He shoots another glower around him until people start to back off a little more, then he snorts and turns his attention back on the kid. He doesn't seem surprised by her stammering, anyway, or the expression on her face-- he is intimidating. He does that on purpose, after all.]

I don't generally approve of kids getting kidnapped, no matter how friendly the kidnappers look like they might be. You okay?

[She looks okay, aside from shaken, to him, but what does he know about groundlings? (More than man of his species, but still. Safest to ask.)]

[ Had Hibiki been holding a cup earlier? She suddenly is. Just so she can drop it and stagger back a step. ] That's -

[ Her. What. How? And not even one from her current era, but from - from before -

Her brain doesn't even make it to the part where she determines that no one who'd received one of those from her a decade ago could have possibly grown up to look like this. It just registers "reminder of childhood" and sticks there, like a ~~echo chamber~~ broken record.

Game, set, match. There has been a blackout in the theater. ]

Edited 2017-08-21 19:58 (UTC)

The nearby comment causes Elsa to lift an eyebrow, head turning slowly to meet the source of the voice. Her posture straightens and she decides to take a leap and finally sip the wine.

There are initial notes of sweetness before the wine gives way to a richer, darker flavor. The licks her lips thoughtfully. "It seems fine."

[....Aaaand she's broken.

He figured there was something about the friend ticket in particular that made her black out.

Regardless, it made Lavi laugh softly at her reaction.]

Honestly, he hadn't expected it to hurt her. They wouldn't be selling something dangerous. They might, however, be selling something that gets groundlings drunk, and it's always good to see how it affects other people first. "Oh, good. I didn't want to have to kill the vendor."

He's joking. Mostly, anyway. And he's still watching her with interest to see if it affects her in some other way.

[ Her childhood. He has something from her childhood. From - from her - ]

[ She takes another step back, pointing at Lavi. ]

WHO ARE YOU?!

A

[Fennel and worn jeans, dark hair and stubble-this does not seem to be the typical fare of the factions, of the many nations.

And yet, that is who he is. A man-a wolf of a man rather-who wanders through the Free Market. At first glance, he seems to be a tourist, someone who has never been at the markets. But it's full of noise, smells, sounds. Some of which he's familiar with, and others not so much. But it all leads to one simple conclusion:

That of a man, an animal, overstimulated and trapped. Every new sound has his head turning this way and that; his eyes are too wide, his shoulders tense.

Care to help out a mountain of a man get away from the noise?]

C

[He's knows there are dragons in his world, and there are other shape shifters to boot. But...it's one thing knowing, and another thing seeing a dragon in real life.

Especially dragons that can go into space. It's an amazing thing, and Chika is fascinated by the sight. The adults he gives the respect to, and the youngsters he's got energy abound to play with.

But there's at one point that for some reason that Chika has his hands on a dragons muzzle, while it's got its head pressed against him. It's hard to say who started it, but...

It's either some sort of head pushing contest, or they're dozing while standing up. Take your pick.]

E

[It's true that Chika cuts quite the figure. He's six foot six, not pure human, and he could lift a person one handed without relying on supernatural strength. But right now he's obviously uncomfortable and trying to move around so he won't be cornered by his...fans, is it?]

Yeah, er, that's nice, ain't interested.

[Would he be so willing to give up his blood, one excited person asks, and Chika snorts, shaking his head.]

Hell no! What kind of fool do you take me for? You know the kind of nonsense can happen with blood lettin?

[His eyes are on the person asking the question and not...the person who's drawing out the knife. Seems they want a little blood or hair themselves! Uh oh.]

B

What the...

[She had been mostly wandering for the sake of wandering. There was so much to see around here-so much to take in, that she didn't know what to make of it. But seeing that figure briefly, in that sun dazzle...

Sokie shook her head, and made to hail down a passerby.]

Excuse me. Sorry for bothering you but-I think I saw someone. Gray clothing? Looked like a teenager?

D

Fly me to the moon, to see the sun and all the stars...

[Her voice wasn't unpleasant to listen to, it seemed. She might have had a bit of the wine, might have sampled other fares as a matter of course. It might explain the singing, or the shine in her eyes.

Or the dancing. Clumsy as it is, she manages to bump against someone with a grunt, and blinks a little when she realizes she hasn't fallen down. Rather, against someone.]

Oh, hey. You're here.

[She smiles and pats them gently.]

My bad.

F

[She doesn't go out far. Not at first. She knew that this was the way that she had to go-that there was things to explore, more to see, even if she wasn't much of a relic hunter herself.

But riding a dragon-there's a thrill to it, even if she knows time is limited, and she has a job to do. It feels almost natural to be on the dragons back, and she's most reluctant to slide off. It shows on her face, and she sighs, looking up at her companion.]

I won't go far. Don't worry.

[She smiles, and makes a slight hand signal, the one she learned from the roostkeepers. Necromancer she may be, but she didn't have a death wish. Instead, tools in hand, she moved forward to look for items of interest.

Who knew. It could be simply be a couple of interesting ores or crystals.]

"Intolerable, isn't it?"

The person sitting at the head of the nearest table leans forward to pick up a cup of...what is probably tea. There's no plate in sight in front of them: the offerings on hand have been outright refused. "They haven't accounted for nutritional balance at all."

A sip punctuates this statement. Their eyebrows quirk, but the tea, at least, seems to pass muster.

A ghost of a past that doesn't transcend to this place.

[This is...far too amusing.]

Or a friend made from childhood that you no longer cared to remember.

[This one smells funny. Stone has been watching him try to navigate the crowd for a few minutes now, tasting the air now and then to pick up a better scent of him. Finally, he pushes up from the stall he's leaning against to investigate.

He's tall himself but rangy rather than broad, with shaggy gray hair and gray skin to boot, weathered more than lined, but obviously old. One blue eye is bright, and the other clouded, as if blind or partially so. He doesn't move like a local, either, and he approaches obviously, in a way that shows he's trying to be non-threatening and up-front. He doesn't speak, at first, giving Chika a chance to avoid him if that's what he'd prefer.]

I-I DIDN'T MAKE ANY FRIENDS IN MY CHILDHOOD!!

[ You're blowing her mind, Lavi. ]

EVERYONE WAS FALSE! AND A LIAR!! YOU.....

[ If she'd only had a friend.....a real friend.......

She wouldn't have forgotten making a friend, one who'd cared enough about her to still have her pretend ticket on them years later.....

....Would she? ]

[Lavi watches her and suddenly it clicks.

So, this is why Hibiki turned out to be the person she is now compared to the young girl he played with as a kid.

He tilts his head.]

And me?

{Aerich nodded, as if to say that sounded like a sensible plan]

I remember when I first arrived at the capital as a young man. My friends and I elected to share a house, and, thus a housekeeper. A Guard's salary covers food and lodgings, but is not meant to live the life of a courtier, you see.

[That was a long time ago, and painful, as Aerich realized one of said friends was deceased. Still, best not to lose the point of the example, which was to offer a solution to Hibiki's problem that might be attainable. Maybe not at the moment, but far easier than filling out a noble household's staff.]

Aerich nodded. "That is expected. I am the only one of my people here. If you had seen such a person, I would like to know." Certainly sorcery could produce illusions but away from Dragaera, one might as well try to will oneself invisible. Perhaps elder sorcery would still work, or even witchcraft, but that severely limited the number of people that could be present.

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