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ioduanlogs2018-05-15 02:35 pm
rutility) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-05-15 02:35 pm
May Catch-All
Characters: Rutile + You!
Date: Starting yesterday and continuing through May!
Location: The Dreaming Bridge, Breakwater Wing, and adjacent areas
Situation: Arriving in Aifaran, new accommodations, Faith 4, and maybe more
Warnings/Rating: None, totally PG. You could let your kid cousin read this stuff.
A ▸ NEW ARRIVAL | open
B ▸ BUTTERFLY BLESSINGS | open
[ Arriving in Breakwater # 03, Faith 4 ]
The room is sparsely furnished, but still more than Rutile is used to: three beds, as many tables, a shelf with books with names such as Baby's First Spiritual Experience with Tu Vishan and Slime Molds of Konryu: A Field Guide.
None of the beds seem mussed or even occupied, despite the twilight fading fast, so Rutile approaches the one closest to the open window and kneels carefully on the mattress. Despite its flimsiness - it's certainly not quartz - it holds their weight. Rutile curls up on one end and tentatively leans their head against the wall, letting their gaze fall across the courtyard below.
Rutile is on the verge of falling asleep - from lack of sunlight, from an emotional hangover - when a tiny mottled butterfly alights on the windowsill. Moments later, more have arrived, fluttering their wings as they land on the sill, the shutters, and even Rutile. They're reminded of someone else they've seen this happen to - a memory that makes them scowl. Rutile reaches out a finger for one of the tiny butterflies to land on.
"You're in the wrong place, little things," Rutile mutters. "I'm not the one you're looking for."
C ▸ WILDCARD | open
[ Not feeling any of the above? Let me know on plurk and I'll see what I can do! Alternatively, just go off. Let me have it. We'll make it work. ]
Date: Starting yesterday and continuing through May!
Location: The Dreaming Bridge, Breakwater Wing, and adjacent areas
Situation: Arriving in Aifaran, new accommodations, Faith 4, and maybe more
Warnings/Rating: None, totally PG. You could let your kid cousin read this stuff.
A ▸ NEW ARRIVAL | open
[ First moments in Aifaran. ]
A couple of blocks away from the Dreaming Bridge is a scene of semi-controlled chaos: a couple of Verdant Sentries and well-meaning passersby try to assist the newest Dreamfolk, who seems determined to ignore placating words. If you would just go to the Dreaming Bridge like everyone else, the natives say; if you would just comply with protocol, all your questions would be answered -
"Don't patronize me!" the Dreamfolk snaps in one of the sentry's faces, audible across the street. From here their hair, glimmering gold and crimson in the sun, hangs wild about their face, and their lab coat is dirty and disheveled. Fortunately, Rutile doesn't seem dangerous: they carry no weapons, and they're actually on the smaller side of your average human. They just seem pissed.
The second sentry reaches in to separate the two of them and Rutile knocks their hand away. "Get away from me!" they hiss, "I don't need an escort!" The sentries seem unconvinced.
Scratch that about the danger: the situation isn't looking good.
A couple of blocks away from the Dreaming Bridge is a scene of semi-controlled chaos: a couple of Verdant Sentries and well-meaning passersby try to assist the newest Dreamfolk, who seems determined to ignore placating words. If you would just go to the Dreaming Bridge like everyone else, the natives say; if you would just comply with protocol, all your questions would be answered -
"Don't patronize me!" the Dreamfolk snaps in one of the sentry's faces, audible across the street. From here their hair, glimmering gold and crimson in the sun, hangs wild about their face, and their lab coat is dirty and disheveled. Fortunately, Rutile doesn't seem dangerous: they carry no weapons, and they're actually on the smaller side of your average human. They just seem pissed.
The second sentry reaches in to separate the two of them and Rutile knocks their hand away. "Get away from me!" they hiss, "I don't need an escort!" The sentries seem unconvinced.
Scratch that about the danger: the situation isn't looking good.
B ▸ BUTTERFLY BLESSINGS | open
[ Arriving in Breakwater # 03, Faith 4 ]
The room is sparsely furnished, but still more than Rutile is used to: three beds, as many tables, a shelf with books with names such as Baby's First Spiritual Experience with Tu Vishan and Slime Molds of Konryu: A Field Guide.
None of the beds seem mussed or even occupied, despite the twilight fading fast, so Rutile approaches the one closest to the open window and kneels carefully on the mattress. Despite its flimsiness - it's certainly not quartz - it holds their weight. Rutile curls up on one end and tentatively leans their head against the wall, letting their gaze fall across the courtyard below.
Rutile is on the verge of falling asleep - from lack of sunlight, from an emotional hangover - when a tiny mottled butterfly alights on the windowsill. Moments later, more have arrived, fluttering their wings as they land on the sill, the shutters, and even Rutile. They're reminded of someone else they've seen this happen to - a memory that makes them scowl. Rutile reaches out a finger for one of the tiny butterflies to land on.
"You're in the wrong place, little things," Rutile mutters. "I'm not the one you're looking for."
C ▸ WILDCARD | open
[ Not feeling any of the above? Let me know on plurk and I'll see what I can do! Alternatively, just go off. Let me have it. We'll make it work. ]
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Chase obeys traffic laws (speed limits), but he can be extremely deft with a car, and so he turns the vehicle abruptly and without hitting a single thing, and continues to make odd turns to throw any pursuers off if they come after him in vehicles of their own.
"I'm Chase. Why were you running away?"
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For all that, though, the sentries and the crowd are left behind, and the chaos fades as they drive away. The speed, though terrifying, is also a little exhilarating - Rutile could get used to this.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Rutile assures Chase, their eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead. "The sentries wouldn't answer my questions and insisted I go with them. I wanted to do no such thing. I think it's natural to run away in that situation." Warily, they continue, "I'm Rutile."
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"Going with them is not so strange. They are police..."
Chase does know of corrupt detectives, though, so he knows that that's not necessarily a comfort, depending.
"You do not like to go where people tell you to?"
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Police is a word Rutile knows - you could refer to their own patrols as police, if you wanted to - but they would never behave in such an uncouth manner.
"You seem to know them well," they warily suggest. Chase's actions are still a little confusing to them: they're grateful for the help, of course, but not sure of the motivation.
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"I know one," he says slowly. He wouldn't quite call them buddies, though. "...Some of my friends from my world were detectives."
And that's all the explanation he thinks to give, but he does notice the wariness. "If you do not want to go to the Dreaming Bridge, where shall I drop you off?"