Hangin'. Doin' our things.

[rowan_narrators]

Who: Nazarene, River Royal, Niko, Mikney, Tamber and Lhoral ETA: and Kale, Markon, and Zosima
What: NPCin' about.
Where: Various places around the city.
When: Tuesday, all day
Notes: This is an opportunity for open NPC interaction! Just make sure that which one you're tagging is clear.

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[melodyofwater]

Demyx was walking around the city, looking around and carrying his lute with him- maybe he could find a good place to play. He stopped around the edge of the city, though- he wasn't sure if they were allowed out or not, but he didn't really care. Where would he have gone, anyway?

He saw someone walking around and recognized him from the tribunal. And he was... painting on the walls? That was weird. Demyx walked over, looking up the symbols. "What are those?" he asked.

[rowan_narrators]

And Niko nearly dropped the brush.

"Oh crap," he said, "crap crap crap," and he frantically wiped off the little smear this had created on the wall. It came off clean, and he stepped back. Let out a sigh of relief. Turned to Demyx.

"Oh," he said, "oh, protection. You know, like, walls - doesn't actually have to do much, but it sorta makes them want to be protected. Plus, observation from the air and all."

[melodyofwater]

"Oh. That's cool." Ok, he wasn't sure how you could make walls want to protect something, but that was ok. It was still cool. "Does it only work if the paint's up there? Because then you'd have to repaint it a lot, right?" Especially if it rained or something. That seemed like it would kind of suck.

[rowan_narrators]

"Nonono," said Niko, "cause once I activate it, it glows, and the world," he made flow-y motions with his arms, repeatedly, "y'know," more flow-y motions, "sort of flows the right way because of it."

Sorcery. Complicated.

"So who are you?"

Who: Niko --- When: morning

[tenuefarfalla]

So, now Cho had a building. Of course, that building did not have furniture, or ingredients, or even baking pans, but she had a building and a nice cozy set of rooms tucked away in the back of it and somehow having a place to call hers, even if it was only because the demons had let her claim it, was a comfort. Everything that was supposed to work worked, and that was something of a miracle. It must have been used to make their food while the elves were the ones caring for them. Cho had not imagined, at the time, that she would actually miss those people with their lack of answers and blank helpfulness. But now they were gone, and she did. She missed that life terribly

[rowan_narrators]

"Hi," said Niko. "Hi. Yeah, uh." And he paused, not really having anything to say. "Hi. Do you need something?"

Her ears were pretty round. Looked human. Was she one of the people that came through the gate? He didn't remember. He probably should remember.

No, yes, she was! She was one of the sorcerers.

"Right, you're," said Niko, "you're, you're not from around here, right, hi, I'm Niko," and he extended a hand that was relatively paint-free."

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho looked down, quickly unwound the silk from one of hers so that it wouldn't get ruined, and then took his hand, hoping that the paint would be easy to wash off of skin. Paint. The elves had brought her most of what she'd asked for before the battle, but the paint had not been on hand. She tried not to be jealous, and wondered where he'd gotten his. "Cho," she said, as she let his hand go. "You're the sorcerer from the tribunal." She mentally resisted the urge to add the word 'thing' to her sentence.

There were so many things she wanted t know, rapid-fire questions she wanted to pelt him with, but he just looked so... she wasn't sure, but she found it difficult to dislike him right off the bat. That sort of killed her motivation for being rude. "What are you doing?" Five minutes of small talk, she told herself. She could last five minutes without her answers.

[rowan_narrators]

"Yep," said Niko, hands on his hips. "Yep, that was me. The sorcerer. From the tribunal."

Awkward. He didn't really know what to say to her. 'Hi, I'm supposed to train you'? 'Cast any spells lately?'

"Right," he said, "protection spells. You know, protection from air, water, sky, earthquake, invading army, decay, bugs, disease," and whoa, he was really babbling on now, "and, y'know," he said, lamely. "Stuff."

River Royal

[2tailedtagalong]

Tails had decided to explore the city and see what he could learn about it early that morning. So he'd set out alond the pedestrian walkways and through the city. He quickly determined that the man who was in charge had been right, the city needed to be fixed...Plus, if he remained helpful and stayed out of obvious mischief there might come an opportunity to learn something about what was going to happen in this place. Tails couldn't be sure that the well-being of all the city's resident's was the goal since he'd apparently come in after a battle or something. Maybe as a way to lay low he'd try starting a workshop. Technology wasn't his only strong point after all.

Unfortunately, the yellow fox was so lost in thought on the circumstances of the city and its people that he'd stopped paying attention to where he was going...the curse of being a braincase...and quite predictably bumped into someone from behind. Quickly he stepped backwards, glad he'd been walking slowly. "I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going..."

[man_and_monster]

He'd been in the middle of watching the de-builders in the process of dismantling a building on the East side of the city when someone bumped into him, from behind.

Royal turned, eyebrows raised in surprise, and found himself face-to-face with a --

Well.

An arrival from the Gate.

"Well," said Royal, "those here often say I have eyes in the back of my head, so I suppose it's my own fault for not using them." He smiled, reassuringly. "Can I assume that you're - Tails, is it?"

[2tailedtagalong]

Tails nodded, knowing all too well that his appearance made it perfectly easy to know who he was. "Yeah, that's me. And who might you be?" Royal didn't seem threatening or anything so a friendly approach was only natural. Besides Tails was still a friendly kid.

[man_and_monster]

"River Royal," said Royal, not unkindly. "I believe we spoke through the journals."

Royal. And anyone else who wants to bother him.

[red_wilderness]

The demons had informed him on arrival that he was not allowed to leave the city. Why in the name of all the stars was someone else’s army always telling him what he could and couldn’t do?

Fuck that.

Mars remembered the conversation in the journal, his heart pounding in his chest, fast-fast-fast tripping. What has that man done to me? he wondered, slightly more fond than distraught. In all the eons of his existence, he could not remember feeling impatient before.

He quashed it down; he was still a planet, even if he couldn’t reach it. He still thought like a planet, in four dimensions, in revolutions and ellipses and angles, perihelion and aphelion, the inner planets spinning past him while he outstripped his outer brothers in turn, their fingers not-brushing over the vastnesses of void between them

[man_and_monster]

This man was quite the observant one, wasn't he.

Royal settled against a nearby building, for the moment fading into the background. He was the one planning to leave the city, Royal guessed, though by his mark nearly everyone from the Tree wished to.

They'd be able to. Soon. He just wanted to watch them a little longer first.

And this one - quite an interesting sight indeed.

[red_wilderness]

Mars wandered over to one of the improptu groups of gamblers that had sprung up, finding a place to sit in the lopsided circle. Players were usually gregarious, and it shouldn't be too hard to start them talking about Kingstown. He surveyed the flat space of ground between them. The game looked like some bizarre combination of craps, miniture petanque, and marbles

[man_and_monster]

Gambling, then.

Royal drifted a hint closer, enough so that he could watch the work crew deconstructing a nearby building at the same time as he could listen to the gamblers' words.

What was this man up to?

Nazarene

[cassie_of_troy]

The woman was unlike anything Cassandra had seen before. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She could still recall her visions, the images of the Amazon warrior women. They had been similar. But still not quite the same. She knew it was wrong to stare, but Cassandra couldn't help herself. Nazarene was just so...so...

As time wore on, Cassandra found herself inching closer and closer to the stranger. There were whispers she had heard, that the woman was a shaman. And Cassandra was apparently one as well. A part of her was intensely curious and filled with questions, but another part held back. Was knowing truly something that would help her this time? Or would it be just like before? Would Cassandra find herself in ruins once again? Neither Human nor divine, trapped in a dreadful limbo of knowledge?

Without realizing it, Cassandra had drifted right up to Nazarene and was staring at her with her physical eyes, while her inward ones reeled through all the questions she had asked herself as a fourteen year old girl.

[rowan_narrators]

Nazarene turned and pegged the woman with a stare of her own.

"Why're you watching me?" she asked, bluntly, crossing her arms. She didn't take crap, even from another shaman.

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra was unphased. "You're fascinating," she replied evenly. She folded her arms across her chest. "I imagine you draw quite a bit of attention, anywhere you go." Strange as Nazarene was to her, Cassandra still sensed she might be extraordinary, even by Rowan standards.

"May I ask you a question?"

[rowan_narrators]

Fascinating, huh?

Well, at least she was hot. And Nazarene was a little flattered by the drawing attention remark, though she wasn't exactly sure what to make of it.

"I have work to do," said Nazarene, "so if you got a question, might as well go ahead with it."