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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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Kit knows better than to say as much--at least in so many words.
He startles some when Rutile grabs hold of his wrist, but doesn't jerk out of their grip. He knows the desperation in those eyes, in that voice, only too well, knows that he probably wouldn't behave any differently if someone he knew and cared for happened to appear in this place. Behind them, the Sentries look increasingly agitated, but when they start forward as though to intercede in the encounter, Kit is quick to lift his chin, his free hand, in a placating gesture their way--as though to say 'cool it' without actually having to say it out loud. He looks quickly back to Rutile, answering them hopefully before they have the chance to notice how their action had seized the attention of the sentries.
"They're my friend," he replies, and hopes that Padparadscha wouldn't contradict him, were they here. "One of the first friends I made, once the Dreaming stuck me here. Like it's stuck you here, too, I figure." A pause, and then, "I can show you where they're living, though I don't know if they're around right now. Might've gone to Aisling Tower to visit the scientists, I think they do that sometimes."
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With one hand they smooth their hair, putting straw-like projects back into place. There's a soft grinding sound of stone on stone as Rutile clenches their teeth. They cannot breathe, so they don't sigh or inhale, and their voice trembles so slightly one could miss it, but when they look back at Kit it is with the focus of an ancient.
"Take me there," they say. Despite trying to recover their composure, their voice still has a frantic edge to it. They're not angry anymore, though, so this is certainly an improvement. "To Aisling Tower, or to where they live, or - wherever they're likely to be."