spacedragons | 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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♕ A. THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM.

[ It's strange how grounding a heartbeat could be, almost as much as a complete lack of one was once before. A rhythmic pulse, beating heavy in her chest, now somewhat accelerated as she propels herself through the Administrative Zone as she puts one foot in front of the other. Walking with purpose, even if she had no idea where she was going.

Just keep moving forward. Keep walking. Don't think about the past. Don't dwell on it, unless you want to go mad.

This isn't a place she knew, or one that she was hopeful she had somehow returned to. Died in, only to be summoned back once before; it wouldn't surprise her to be spirited back to the world with two moons once more, somehow brought back from the dead. Back to where she felt like she belonged, even if her memories of that place were still foggy. Death did that—it addled the mind, and made it difficult (dangerous) to remember even the most base things about oneself.

But it's important not to think about that kind of thing, to not let her thoughts linger there. Even if it doesn't seem to pose the same dangers here (...it didn't, right?), looking back and losing sight of her path was unacceptable. This is where it led.

All she could do was smile. Shine bright as the sun. Be that light in the darkness that was both so easy yet so difficult to be. When everything she knew was taken away from her, when she truly felt lost, that was the one thing she could turn to.

That painted, porcelain smile.

The one that she happens to flash at the first passerby she sees, coming to a stop and putting her black-gloved hands behind her back. Grinning almost radiantly, she tilts her head slightly, long hair spilling over her shoulders; flaxen gold, and in complete contrast to the crimson and white uniform coat she wears. ]

Excuse me, could you tell me where I might find the Observatory? I'm a bit lost.

♕ D. D IS FOR INEBRIATED. WAIT.

[ It's hard not to get caught up in the mood, even if she isn't entirely sure what the occasion is. The weather here is artificial, right? That's how this works, isn't it? She honestly isn't quite sure, but regardless, it's warm, she's more than dressed for the occasion, so she is going to enjoy herself.

After all, when in not!Rome, do as the not!Romans do! Well, for the most part at least. Bar brawls? Not exactly her thing.

Oohing and aahing at fireworks, however? That's definitely more her speed, and as night finally falls, the slight blond can be found beach side, practically glowing.

Or wait, no, is she actually glowing? Yes, that would appear to be the case, as she cradles a likewise glowing, very strong-smelling drink. Oh, well, there's your reason right there. Whoops. ]

This is the best!

[ Loud and speech slightly slurred? Oh. Oh yeah.

Ain't no party like a Blood nation party? She's going to be feeling this in the morning. Live fast, die young? ]

♕ F. PAPA-PAPARAZZI.

[ Once upon a time, Lux was a hero, with everything that that entailed. Winning against impossible odds? Check. Fighting for what was deemed to be right? Check and check.

Getting mobbed by random starry-eyed citizens with a thirst for the celebrity life and no respect for personal space or privacy? Unfortunately, yes.

And even here on the White Moon, it's just as awkward. Even if she's managed to get away from the acknowledgement bordering on fanatic idle worship, she doesn't actually expect to get surrounded at the first opportunity.

And she had been doing her best of being discrete too!

(It's the uniform, isn't it? It's always the uniform, she should know better by now!)

For the time being, it seems rather benign—just a gaggle of locals making an absolute scene on her behalf, as she very awkwardly tries to answer questions, but also tries to edge away slowly. It isn't that she's bad at this sort of thing (she's not, really), but after one too many run-ins with over-excited, touchy-feely fans, Lux has learned it's best to exercise caution.

...But at the same time, she has a hard time saying no. Even as she stands there, back almost up against an actual wall, her palms held out toward her new fans, she musters a very pained smile.

Please no, she didn't ask for this life. ]

I'm really not all that interesting—ah, could you... could you please—

[ s t o p .

Oh. Oh wait, is she actually getting lifted up? LOOK SHE KNOWS SHE IS SHORT, BUT THIS IS A BIT MUCH WOULDN'T YOU SAY. There is about to be a kidnapping here and she 200% does not want to be a part of it! Help? Please?? ]

[There's a threatening rumble from the edge of the crowd, and people part as a tall, rangy old man with gray skin and gray hair stalks through them, sometimes yanking viciously at an arm when someone doesn't get out of his way fast enough. One of those poor "fans" goes sprawling. When he reaches the ones who have hands on Lux, it's obvious that the rumbling is a growl, and it's-- somehow-- coming from him. It stops long enough for him to say, voice deep and rough:]

Put. Her. Down.

[At the very least, he's got a commanding presence. It might be enough. If it isn't, he has other tricks he can try.]

[ 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.)]

AUGUST TDM.

Lux Crownguard | League of Legends | CRAU

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