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act 1 day 4 | tomi + arinai | exes and ohs they haunt me
tomi and ari bond over hookup culture and familial pressure. i continue to abuse englishisms. then they agree to check out the southern ruins i guess
tws for nsfw discussion and brief gore mention
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[act 1, day 3] long way home [ Arinai + Jaraga] [PC]
Arinai and Jaraga re-awaken on Day 3 to find that Jaraga has somehow miraculously re-grown her hand. Some general confusion and mild personal crises later, they Get Moving.
(This is the in-between from awakening on Day 3 to that one long ass memo)
ACT 1 DAY 2 | “Adventurefightquest: Journey To The Camp” | Jaraga & Arinai
Characters: Jaraga & Arinai. Summary: (Actual RPing done over the course of a few days!!) Jaraga decides to wander off, not wanting to leave her previous line of exploration unexplored to its fullest. Ari decides to tag along with Jaraga, and they encounter an enemy camp. They manage to clear it, but at what cost? They return, both very injured (Jaraga with a particularly gruesome injury) and they both fall asleep from exhaustion, blood loss, shock, and other things that probably aren’t so good, all the way until waking up on day 3. (This is a continuation of our para thread here! This is gonna get REALLY fucking long.)
cw: blood, gore, amputation i suppose also???
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act 1, day 3 | this is fucking long
Characters: Murien, Jaraga, Arinai, Sean, Seimos, Leah, Tomi, Kishen Summary: Murien is Peacefully Tending to the poor plants that keep being eaten in the ruins - but is soon gets scared shitless by Jaraga, who is followed by Arinai. Our local Batman (Sean) keeps watch of the situation, and Seimos soon joins the party (to eat flowers.) Everyone starts talking, later Leah and Tomi show up at the scene (also to eat flowers.) Kishen laters turns up too.
Shit happens, Seimos eats a twig, King of the Hill is mentioned, they discuss The Case of the Missing Weed, things [MINOR]s should not be hearing about are brought up. Eventually, people gradually leave, leaving Leah, Tomi, Seimos and Kishen again. More shit happens because Something led to Kishen axing Tomi’s arm (with consent. Consent is important.)
[WARNING: LOG IS AS LONG AS HELL]
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ACT 1 DAY 2 | “its time for me to live up to my family name and face full life consequences” | Jaraga | attn: open!!
Jaraga knew she only really did a single quick survey at best, both times she woke up, as to assessing the identities of those around her. She knew damn well that it was foolish to try to make a judgment with such little information, but she couldn’t help it. She could say it was in her blood, and she wouldn’t be lying, but it would sting a bit to admit that she sometimes did, in fact, surrender to the pulling of her blood.
One thing was for sure, though, and it was that the blood was pulled straight from her head once she noticed that the one person who had followed her was the single fucking seadweller here. What did she do to deserve this? What did she do? Sure, she singlehadedly slaughtered, shit, probably somewhere in the hundreds, lowbloods and highbloods alike (surprisingly, not too many midbloods, which was weird, but she really only typically killed other indigobloods so she supposed she shouldn’t categorize them as being representative of all highbloods but for the sake of inclusion she decided it right to divide her victims into two neat groups that were more or less at opposite ends of the spectrum, given of course the spectrum not include seadwellers because that would result in what she considers highbloods to be both not at the end and also would force her to concede her title and revise her statement to be “high-high-middishbloods” which carried no force whatsoever relative to the easy-to-use term “highbloods” so ultimately she decided to end the long-winded internal monologue about terminology to get on with the rest of her thoughts, resting assured that she was doing the right thing,) but she was a good person!
Anyway, she thought this was some bullshit. Out of literally everyone, the only person she felt intimidated by… Well, aside from the hornless freaks who, hell, might be able to kill her in an instant? And everyone else? She didn’t know what they were about. Trust no one, not even yourself.
And she supposed it was right not to trust herself.
“Прямо в ад, наверное.” (Straight to hell, probably.)
Shit. Recover. Recover, or you’re going to fucking die and actually go straight to hell, probably.
“Uhh. Sorry. Nah, I, uh, okay, so yesterday I went on a little exploring trip with a lowblood and we found this huge hole in the ground but didn’t manage to get much past it so basically I want to check out what’s beyond the h- what’s past the hole.”
A nod. Better. Words that ze could understand.
“Yeah, uh, so… I dunno if you have anything, like, better to do? But that’s where I’m headed, so.”
She cleared her throat.
“…Never… Bad… To go alone?”
She attempted a good-natured smile but it was more of a constipated grimace.
“Eh? …Ehh?”
Alas, she had no affiliation to Canada, and was mostly only making matters worse. She wanted to stop herself, to cut off any drunk-Canadian-Fonz-like activity off at the head, but she felt in this instant as if her body was on autopilot, the GPS locked squarely onto supreme embarrassment, the kind on par with shitting your pants during a yoga class or actually enjoying baseball.
Just breathe.
She began to breathe through clenched teeth, much louder than she was anticipating.
Fuck.
Arinai retained a polite smile as the other blundered on, speaking first in what ze only assumed to be the language she had yelled in before quickly switching to a meager attempt at an explanation. Why were indigos always so cagey? Was it bred into them, to prevent them from spilling imperial information given in confidence should they be captured? Was it left over from a war written in blood and stowed on a page perhaps now far beyond hir reach?
... Now that ze was thinking about it, was hir study intact right now? Hir historical records that had taken weeks of tracking on the black market? Quietly, ze had let hir hands find their way into fists at the very thought. If whatever entity that had spirited hir here had damaged the library, there would be hell to pay. One did not spend sweeps searching and collecting just for--
Just for--
“Eh? …Ehh?”
...Oh, right. Ze was in the middle of a conversation. Sort of. This qualified, right? The indigo was smiling, albeit looking a little desperate now; the sounds suggested she had... told a joke, maybe. Pushing hirself to recall the way hir neighbor had screeched when ze had motivated the rumour that he was having an incredibly sordid affair with an anime body pillow, a soft, genuine sounding chuckle escaped hir.
“I see... Then perhaps you will not mind if I accompany you, yes? There is certainly safety in numbers, especially with those... creatures roaming about.”
Er. Hopefully that was the... correct reaction. Otherwise, this would likely be very awkward.
ACT 1 DAY 2 | “its time for me to live up to my family name and face full life consequences” | Jaraga | attn: open!!
Jaraga knew she was one to sleep in, sleep late, sleep heavy and just generally sleep whenever given the opportunity, but she didn’t quite remember when she fell asleep this time. All she knew was when she was waking up (because apparently she had fallen asleep in the first place, a fact she still was not over,) she heard yelling. Struggling. Squawking?
And she woke up to two trolls fighting. Oh. No place like home.
She roused herself slowly, not paying much attention to the conflict between the two trolls, being apparently handled by the hornless freak who spoke in a silly accent. People didn't actually speak like that… Right?
Well, she supposed she spoke Russian, so things could be weirder.
…Actually. She decided that shouting at them, too, could work. She put on her best angry highblood face and began shouting, too.
“Как о вас проявить уважение к людям вокруг вас, прежде чем уйти, чтобы принять дерьмо вниз горло друг друга? Просто поцелуй уже идиоты! Оставьте нас уважительные, скромный граждан из ваших запутанных спаривания танцев!”
And she stormed off immediately after, taking the stairs down and taking a few steps before pausing, realizing, turning around and yelling,
“If anyone wants to come with me, I know exactly where I want to go, and I won’t scream at you in Russian.”
That was a satisfactory invitation, she thought. She ignored how hungry she was feeling. She could wait. Probably. Could she, even? Eh, probably.
Jaraga had a mission.
How exactly had ze been drawn back here, then?
Not that Arinai couldn’t have claimed to be entirely awake enough to function, although lazily flicking hir gaze around what ze could see of hir surroundings had proven that ze -- well, the lot of them now -- were back where they started. It meant having to find the trebuchet again in the wastes, but at least ze had retained hir memories this time. Small victories, ze supposed.
Not that having to listen to all this screaming was much of a victory.
“Mmnn... So noisy...”
Clicking hir tongue, Arinai lifted hirself from the ground and stretched, grimacing a bit at the ache in hir back that came with sleeping on the ground. Cold, hungry, sleeping on cold floors whilst surrounded by idiots... Was this what it was to be poor? How dreadful! It was no wonder lowbloods so oft turned to a life of crime. That settled it. Once ze was returned to hir proper place, all those sweet little mudbloods would be receiving some proper bedding from their favorite anonymous benefactor. Perhaps if they rested in peace, they would start rest in pieces less often. For now...
Arinai faced down the bird, the deer, and the ass-munchee with a hand on hir hips.
“Sweet things, I do not know or care to know what this affair is about, but if you intend to slaughter each other, go outside.”
Never mind they technically already were outside; what, with those hazy clouds hanging above them all. Details.
“This is the second time we’ve awoken here. I believe I speak for everyone in saying no one wants to come to consciousness elbow-deep in whosoever fluids you are about to begin spilling.”
The second screamer had descended the stairs, and as much as Arinai might have fancied sticking around to watch how all of this was going to go down, hir hunger was a bit more pressing. Perhaps a bit of light exercise would lead to something more edible than dirt and flowerbeds. Fixing hir bun, ze trotted along after Jaraga without further comment, tiny talons clicking against the stone stairs as ze descended.
“..And where might you have had in mind, then? Somewhere interesting, I hope?”
act 1, day 1 | prejudices are the real robbers | murien + arinai
summary: a chance encounter between two trolls who seem opposites! one is highblooded, one is lowblooded. one is large, one is small! one is friendly, and one seems to be full of salt. the two chat, and murien tells quite a few ironic lies, which arinai seems to humor!
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ACT 1, DAY 1: ISSUE #2...
Title: “Darkling Battykins” Characters: Sean Jordan (esotericVigilante [EV]), Arinai Liodus (illuminantOverseer [IO]) Summary: Sean is approached by Ari. After some teasing on hir part, Sean attempts to prove ze is a seadweller and not a cosplayer by… touching and pulling at hir gills. Bat Bad move. Despite this, they end up exchanging contact information and chatting some about their situation. Sean tells Ari that ze can call upon him at any time… And soon enough, Ari leaves to go explore. Sean stays to talk with the others.
Sean is now open for another interaction! He is planning on staying the roof until he talks to everyone who does not already leave… And then exploring for himself.
Pesterlog under the cut. Triggers for: Potential accidental misgendering because I got my syntax confused and used Sean’s pronouns for Ari -_-. I think I fixed it but I’m not sure so be warned!
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[Act 1, Day 1] for all that is holey [Arinai + Evie] [PC]
A pair of politicians engage in some banter about leadership, and then go to proceed to rescue Evie’s umbrella from an imp that had taken up residence in a hole near the southern ruins.
[common sense voice] hey rhy, you should do a cover letter before the deadline tomorrow!
[rhy voice] .
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-cracks open ms paint-
[common sense voice] no
