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thalassino in vatheon

the first log ;

Feb 11, 2010 23:05

Who: the Head Priestess of Vatheon, Thalassino, and new arrivals.
Where: In front of the great coral in the center of the city.
When: Midnight, the first night.
Rating: PG-13 for safety.
Summary: You just arrived here, little foreigner, and the kind hearted head-priestess is here to make sure you're still alive. To start the log, I'll be using a ( Read more... )

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driedfisheyes February 12 2010, 05:22:10 UTC

Eyes blinked. Closed his eyes. Opened them. The darkness remained. Vaguely, he could hear the sounds of other humans nearby, voices here and there, although too indistinct to pick out the words.

His clothes were oddly damp - much damper than he remembered them to be, taking a nap on the couch before the recital. But the bigger problem was the lethargy that had taken ahold of his limbs and the general feeling of unease that he couldn't quite shake.

Could it have been a kidnapping? - But no, enemy involvement would have meant death - of the Hunter. While there was the possibility of drugs - which would explain the malaise he felt - Eyes felt it unlikely.

As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he caught sight of movement - and a clear voice.

"Where is this?" he demanded.

thalassino February 12 2010, 05:33:30 UTC

Calmly, the woman knelt next to him- still at a safe distance, but close enough that her voice could reach him.

"You are in Vatheon," she started quietly, undeterred by his demanding tone. "How are you feeling?"

driedfisheyes February 12 2010, 05:46:00 UTC

Eyes' eyes narrow. For all the good it does him in the dark.

"Vatheon?" he echoes, sitting up. The dampness is chilly on his skin.

thalassino February 12 2010, 06:04:20 UTC

A young man carrying a towel approaches at the tall woman's gesture, and she extends the towel to Eyes from a distance.

"That is correct. This is the Plaza of Lamufao."

driedfisheyes February 12 2010, 06:13:23 UTC

She doesn't...feel dangerous. A leader here. He grabs the towel and starts drying himself. Vatheon...If he were to place this as a dream, things could fall into place, but this was not somewhere conceivably on Earth. Under the surface, perhaps.

"I see." He pauses as he's rubbing his arms dry - a dark mark on his shoulder: a tattoo of sorts?

thalassino February 12 2010, 17:25:29 UTC

Her eyes catch the marking-- it seems to surprise her a bit.

"You seem to be well," she remarks, since he never answered her question from earlier. "If you feel unwell or pained at all, you must tell someone here so that we may take care of you." Spoken so gently and with no hostility, and yet...so demanding.

driedfisheyes February 12 2010, 19:05:36 UTC

Must, huh? What was the purpose in that? A marking, an underwater city, and a commanding lady. This, he realised, had nothing to do with the matter of the Blade Children. Perhaps it had nothing to do with anything he was familiar with.

"This is your work?" He phrased it as a question, though it was said more as a statement.

thalassino February 12 2010, 19:56:50 UTC

"Not at all," she replied calmly. "Our deity, Lamufao, has brought you all here for a special purpose. We are simply unsure of what purpose that may be."

She watched him unemotionally and awaited further questioning.

driedfisheyes February 13 2010, 06:22:02 UTC

All things had a purpose. Compositions were rarely created to be out of place. Eyes stood, handing the towel back.

"And what do you expect us," a quick survey with his eyes encompassing the people around him, "to do for now?"

first_scorned February 12 2010, 07:00:52 UTC

My, the two of them were quite similar... sans Naoya's eyes being rather obviously red, and the clothing he wore--a black and green matrix-patterned haori, large geta, a simple blue undershirt... he was watching the others carefully for their reaction, but from the mark on his collarbone and the fairy he has with him (like the rest), let alone how tired and semi-soaked he is, well... it's obvious he's not one of the others.

Still, gathering information was paramount right now. For now he'd watch others; approach them if his interest was piqued. Though that red fairy was beginning to drive him somewhat crazy, it was easy to ignore, after all.

driedfisheyes February 12 2010, 19:10:19 UTC

Eyes noticed the stranger watching him. It prickled against his skin. Calm, and intense. There was, Eyes had begun to realise, an undercurrent of panic here, but there was little from this one.

"What do you want?"

first_scorned February 13 2010, 01:06:35 UTC

"Well, I would think that question would be directed to our kidnapper, wouldn't it?" He says, a smile finding it's way onto his features.

In short: he's not going to tell you. And if he even has a reason besides looking for a way out, then Naoya is ninety percent likely to keep that to himself. He appears oddly calm because he is. Panicking solved nothing, and it got nothing done, after all.

driedfisheyes February 13 2010, 06:24:08 UTC

Eyes stood and turned, hands fitted lightly into his pockets. He was damp, cold, and more than a little irritable. And...the man was wearing a matrix cape and geta. His eye twitched.

"You're rather calm," Eyes noted aloud.

first_scorned February 13 2010, 07:07:52 UTC

He's criminally unfashionable, yes. And it's really just a normal haori, he just... never puts his arms in the sleeves. Ever. So in that sense, it could be called a cape, but the thing is so long it seems impossible to be practical for any day-to-day useage. ... And yet, here he is wearing it. His under clothing, however, is much less interesting: a blue shirt and plain black pants.

"I see no reason to panic," he says, looking for all the world unperturbed. "When was the last time panicking did anything productive? Simple: never. Therefore, panicking is a useless thing to do."

He'd much rather learn more about his surroundings. He was too... jaded, honestly, to be surprised much by this point.

I just doubt Eyes cares what a haori is XD driedfisheyes February 13 2010, 21:46:09 UTC

"Standing here talking isn't a useful thing to do either," Eyes remarks. The man's eyes were almost demonically red, even in the dim light. They looked - Eyes thought - of a similar colour to the thing that had been floating about his head.

"Unless your talk has something useful to convey," he adds.

... demoniacally red, that is such a hilariously ironic thing first_scorned February 13 2010, 23:43:52 UTC

"Please." He crosses his arms. "I've already checked the perimeter of this place, as well as some of the buildings. There's a restricted area that may hold something useful, but to run head-first into something... a fool's errand."

He watches the other carefully, trying to ignore the little ball of light following him. It was a nuisance. Briefly, he considers how effective any of his magic would be at the moment, but he knows he's too tired to mess with it much. He'd have to test his COMP again later.

"Oh, and by all means, please feel free to direct us all to a way out of this predicament if you know it, boy." Why yes, that is clearly directed to their difference in age. Prodigy you may be, but Naoya is over six thousand well over his twenties.

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