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@revelation-beach
Boasting pristine white sand and a gorgeous ocean view, Chora Beach is the perfect getaway for the summer season! Enjoy the waves and make a splashβjust remember to put on some sunblock.
Meet Mira, a charming young man who loves to surf and have fun. He tries his best to keep everything βchill.β
#REVELATIONBeach2025: Week Finale!
( Blade, Citlali, Kafka, Lisa Minci )
The world returns to you as quickly as it vanished, that endless desert once more a dock and a half-destroyed boat. Chora Beach greets you as it did when you left, only it is empty and harrowingly silent. Mira is the first to shake off the surprise of the shift back to reality, he finds his hands halfway through a knot to anchor your boat to the dock and hurries to finish it. He's fast to pull himself onto the wood and then cross the entire surface in half the steps it should take. There's a splash, and then the boat bobbing lazily on the wake that comes of it. When you see Mira again, he is climbing back up dripping in sea water. He looks at each of you, then at the Empyrean in the distance. He's smiling, but it doesn't last very long. "Where is... everyone?"
Return to Paradise.
Only something about it still isn't quite right, but whether or not you get to the bottom of that is up to you. There are other priorities, like food or drinking water, all of which are available to you in relative abundance.
Your event has concluded, you are more than welcome to pursue further investigation, interact amongst one another or with Mira, or otherwise relax until the larger event's conclusion on July 1st.
We're Stuck in "Paradise"
REVELATION // WEEK 3
Kafka let the moment settle--Castorice's solemn admission, Citlali's rebuke, the diviner's odd, knowing smirk sent her way. It was all a little too publicly sentimental for her taste, but Lisa's presence tucked close into her side softened her usual cynicism. Kafka let out a soft hum, low enough for the librarian to hear, a quiet note of affection thrumming beneath the surface.
She'd remember Citlali's offer to treat them all to a round of drinks after this. More importantly, she'd remember Lisa's interest in taking her up on it.
For now, Lisa's voice cut cleanly through the lull, pulling their tour guide into the fold with a gentle question about his life outside of work. He answered readily enough--city-born, comfortably vague--and Kafka might have let it go if not for the part about his missing coworkers.
"Your coworkers," she echoes, tone mild as she glances at him. "Kind of roles did they have?"
Kafka rolls a 2. No HP loss!
@revelation-beach
"Roles? Uh..."
He blinks at her, the weird woman with her weird questions. There's no reason not to answer, however, so Mira shrugs.
"Ran the surfboard rentals, a couple lifeguards. We took turns on who ran the concession stands, and normally it would be two of us manning a tour at a time. Nobody but me showed up to work the morning of this one, though."
A low sigh, he seems to sink heavier into where he's sitting.
"I've done tours alone before, so that wasn't really too weird at least. Just happened to get... real unlucky."
We're Stuck in "Paradise"
REVELATION // WEEK 3
Most demi-gods and deities Citlali knows, through reading light novels, have a sense of aloofness and apathy, especially when it comes to others besides themselves, rulers of death more than anyone. That is why it came as such a shock to Citlali when Castorice talked about sacrificing herself for the group.
She smiles, her face full of understanding, "It asked the same of me at first, before it asked for me to be the one to die. But you," her voice carries a slightly scolding tone, "No more talking about dying passing or whatever. If I am not allowed to go, I am making sure that we all get home, okay?"
She gives Castorice one more knowing smile before shifting her gaze over to Kafka.
If she was tasked to kill Blade at first, but Blade perished, that must mean who ever was destined to die would be the next target.
Her eyes turn suspicious as fleeting image of Kafka tugging at the sun hat crosses her mind. Doubtful eyes soften as she dons a sly smirk. The image of dog ears on Kafka once again infiltrate her mind.
This loyal pup would never. It would make her lover too sad to know that she killed an innocent old hag.
"Once we get out of this mess, let me treat you all to some drinks-" she hesitates for a moment, inspecting the crowd. "Wait you are all of age right...?"
Rolled 4: Nothing Happens!
Lisa nods along with Citlaliβs little lecture to Castorice, beyond delighted that the tone of the group was shifting into something moreβ¦hopeful. Lighter, even. That information being shared wasnβt leading to any infighting and plans were being made for when they got out instead of being if they got outβ¦
The sun wasnβt looking like it was going to ease up on their group any time soon, but the weight of despair wasnβt nearly as intolerable.
βGoodness, the mere MENTION of a drink has me feening for one right nowβ¦~β She sighs, taking advantage of Kafkaβs closer proximity to press into her side and rest her head on the other womanβs shoulder. βHellish environment not withstanding, but Iβd planned to enjoy a few glasses once weβd docked on the beachβ¦ Perhaps once we get back~β
She had to wonder if any of the organizers had noticed anything was wrong with their tour at this point. Aside from the people any of the others might have come on this vacation with, she couldnβt imagine someone not growing worried over the lack of correspondence with the one in charge of their own tour.
And speaking of the young manβ¦
The witch tilts her head enough to look over to where Mira still sat in the sand. Poor boy looked like heβd lose his head having a mental crisis over there, heβd even been more or less forgotten in their conversations.
ββ¦Mira Dear, will you be staying over there all by your lonesome?β She calls to the young man, waving a hand in a lazy βcome hitherβ motion. βDehydration is more fun with company, join us~ Do tell about your life outside of this whole tourism dealβ¦?β
[Lisa rolls a 4, no HP loss! (9/10 HP)]
@revelation-beach
He's been idling away from everyone else, looking to all the world like a lost puppy. Maybe it is that they hadn't trusted him before, or perhaps it's that these voices-- these visions-- make it so that he doesn't quite trust them now.
Even still, at the woman's gesture he drags his way towards them. She's right enough, and if they're all going to die here they can at least have spoken before this. Maybe they've figured it all out without him, or decided to just sit back and let the end come. He's not caught much for their conversations.
Close enough to converse, to be heard despite the way his voice scrapes his dry throat, he settles.
"Outside of it?" He looks up at the sky, at that relentless sun. "I've been on my own for a while now, grew up in the city."
A shrug of his shoulders. The way he speaks is not withholding, it's honest. "Not much to say for it, if not for working at the beach I'd probably spend most of my time alone. I've got a few coworker friends, but they've been MIA since the morning we left for the tour. We used to surf after shift..." Almost wistfully, he trails off. Like he's remembering the ocean, like he's remembering anything other than this heat.
Then he blinks.
"Er... why?"
#REVELATIONBeach2025: Week 2 Start!
( Blade, Castorice, Citlali, Kafka, Lisa Minci )
The sun does not seem to set, but you know by now that it should have. There is no respite from it here, and the longer you are at its mercy the closer you become to the bodies all around you. It should have set in a lot longer ago, you realize. The heat and the lack of water, how long its been since you had something real to eat. This must be it now, that delirium you've managed so long without. It has to be, because you swear you hear someone from behind you murmur something. It was her. But there's no source for the voice, no one of your companions. The bodies all around you are as still as they were when you arrived, they are as dead as everything else around you. She did it, she was meant to kill him. Silence, there is nothing alive here but the four of you and Mira. Mira, who seems to hear this whispering too. Who looks suddenly between each and every one of you. She tried to kill her, too. His brows furrow. "Who are they talking about? Who... is talking?" She should be the first one to go. Kill her, save yourselves. Kill her, live. Kill her.
What the...
The world shows no signs of shifting back, and there is nothing left for hope in making your last few days even a little more comfortable. No food, no water. Just each other and the promise of inevitability, that this can only end one way. Whatever it is that is pointing you all towards the end has grown restless. You wouldn't want to keep it waiting, would you?
TEAM STATUS:
Castorice: 10/10HP Citlali: 5/10HP Kafka: 10/10HP Lisa Minci: 10/10HP
Your goal as a team? That's up to you... These odd voices seem to imply you have a sacrifice to make, perhaps for your last chance at salvation. Whether or not you listen is up to you, but you'd best start figuring it out.
When posting, roll 1d5. On 1, your muse will take -1HP. You may sacrifice your own HP for your ally's, for every -2HP you willingly part with, they may gain 1. Your own HP cannot be brought to zero this way.
Please keep track of your team HPs and log your rolls in your thread posts.
You have until Friday 6/27 at 11:59 PM EST for this segment.
You are welcome to continue wrapping up any interim interactions, anything started prior to this post will not be affected by the above mechanics.
#REVELATIONBeach2025: Interim 2!
( Blade, Castorice, Citlali, Kafka, Lisa Minci )
You see it there for a moment, the promise of solace. Paradise welcomes you back with open, eager arms, though after a week like you've had, anything may as well be Paradise. Only as you step off of the battered boat, you find the sensation of sand underfoot where there should be wood. There is no ceremony to how the world around you changes, only that it has. As though it had done so when you blinked, or even that you had been here all along. Instead of your promised Paradise you find yourself in a desert. It is as though the sea has been drained entirely, and you stand at the center of the last remaining oasis within it. Only the trees are withered, what remains for water is thick with silt and waste. Every resource has been depleted. And you are not alone. Mira sinks to his knees. All around you there are bodies, dried and decaying in the impossible to escape sun. This had been solace for someone else once, this had been Paradise. But good things are finite, and the need of man is not.
What the hell happened here..?
You're not sure, but there's no time like the present to figure it out. Within your party, everyone seems alright for the most part. Aside from the fact that you've not had a substantial meal since you left for the tour, or the whole situation at hand of course. Though now that you think about it, Citlali is starting to look awfully weak...
Week 3 will begin proper Monday, 6/23. You have from now until then to interact amongst yourselves, investigate the situation, or recuperate from your bumpy ride back.
#REVELATIONBeach2025: Week 2 Start!
( Blade, Castorice, Citlali, Kafka, Lisa Minci )
It's the furthest thing from a dream, but surely by now you've come to expect that. The boat, which had been lively when you boarded it, has turned somber. No one is eager to be here, no one is even eager to leave. Beneath you it lurches, sinks back into the water fully with no small effort from Mira at the bow. He hoists himself up over the edge, wrings out his shorts, and takes to the wheel. "It's not gonna be fun," he starts without looking at anyone in particular, "but we'll make it back in one piece. Here's the plan-" He spells it out for you all, the dull thrum of the engine and the meager wake it kicks up all there is to hear other than his voice. Even the gulls have gone silent, in mourning or perhaps anticipation. Both, even. "We'll take shifts. Someone at the engine to make sure it doesn't start smoking or stalling, two at a time on either side to help steer us. The water's lower than I've ever seen it, and this thing can't handle too many more run-ins with the shallows." A huff of a breath, he wipes the sweat from his brow. "Alright, let's do it."
Set sail!
Take a look at your path back to the beach! This should include everything you need to know for your return and will be your primary task for Week 2! You have until Friday, 6/20 at 11:59 PM EST for this minigame segment.
You are welcome to continue wrapping up any interim interactions, though for the sake of moving the narrative and mindfulness to your teammates please be sure you are prioritizing taking your turn in this thread when you are available.
Busy work staves busy minds
Castorice approached the duo with shaky steps, her eyes purposely avoiding the gaze of the other two women.
Her eyes locked onto the body.
That poor poor man. He begged her to kill him. She couldn't help but think if he had granted his wish if he had gone in such a way.
Approaching the body, she extended her hand. She felt no life. To be expected.
βHe is dead.β She declared. βThe body may regenerate but he himself is dead. I did not know him much but if anyone has any words to say I ask you to do so now.β
She may not have known him for long, yet she hoped Polyxia could welcome him in her place. If only Pollux was here. Then she could ensure he arrived safely.
She thought back to her earlier comparison to the Chrysos Heirs. One had already passed.
How many of them would die?
The ship rocks a bit with the boarding of the groupβs remaining members, though they donβt immediately go to join the women taking the moment to discuss what to do regarding their companionβs demise.
Lisa, in fact, moves to occupy herself with the last of the vesselβs damage, visibly tense and withdrawn into her thoughts.
[Lisa works on the boat! +2 Ship Health, +1 Exhaustion; 94/100]
First the ship breaks down during what was meant to be a routine voyage to a designated location, said ship being fragile enough to be utterly wrecked by the impact with the shoreline, and now the tour had lost one of their number to what was starting to look like a deliberate, violent act of sabotageβ¦
The earlier thought of being unsure whether the island was having an actual effect on her psyche returns. But could it exacerbate desires in such a way that would lead to one going to such extremes? Was it even the island causing these strange things to happen?
Or was it the voice?
Lips pursed, she shakes the thoughts away for another time, not now, to take a step back and look over what was left for them to do. To somehow get back to the mainland in-
...In one piece, as unfortunately literal the sentiment is.
β...Can we set sail with it like this?β She asks of their tour guide, eyes turning to the young man with a squint.
@revelation-beach
He's been trying not to look at the body, at anyone really. They talk and Mira is silent, occupying his hands wherever he can find a place for them. Unloading cans of reserve fuel, preparing their backup plan for a return without an engine.
Until he's spoken to, which prompts him to glance in the woman's direction.
"We have to," he answers, voice distant. "New engines don't grow on trees and the ones here don't seem to be growing much of anything at all. If we wait around, it's only going to get worse."
She's looking at him oddly, they all have been. Mira's lips press thin and he looks away, resumes fiddling with the depth finder. "It'll be a long trip back with no engine, but it might be enough to spare us from the tide when our arms tire."
The explanation for why the guide won't allow them to go any further doesn't immediately make sense to the librarian.
What did he mean someone was in the engine? As in, literally in the engine?
Though, the very obvious absence of one of their party doesn't bode well for his fate...
"...In the engine how exactly?" She questions, taking a step forward as though prepared to go see for herself to confirm with her own eyes. "Shouldn't a proper piece of machinery have safeguards of some kind to prevent something like this from happening? Please explain how something like this could've happened, Mister Mira."
Sheβs asking questions heβd already asked himself, and yet heβs meant to be the one with all the answers. Mira blinks, then steps aside. He had not stopped anyone for the sake of secrecy, only out of warning for what they might see.
βThese things have precautionary measures meant to prevent accidents,β he starts to explain, fumbling with his hands as though it will convey what he means any clearer, a nervous gesture, βbut theyβre still dangerous, and accidents still happen. Though thisβ¦ it doesnβt seem like one.β
Something like frustration flickers over his features, with the words he doesnβt know how to find or the situation as a whole, it doesnβt matter. Itβs gone just as quickly.
βHe was already gone when I got up this morning and nobody else was missing. Either he was trying to leave alone and messed up trying to get the ship out of the sand, or he started it and put himself there on purpose.β His lips press thin. βI donβt know, I wasnβt there either.β
Castorice looked at Mira with a look of utter betrayal. It held sorrow, regret, but most of all, anger.
"When we left, you promised a safe trip. You promised a fun time. Watching one of us be crushed by a boat engine is not a fun time, Mira." Her voice seemed calm, yet it shook slightly.
"That man begged for death in front of me. Did you know that? And I rejected him. Do you know why, great tour guide? Because I thought you'd protect us. But it seems I was wrong. So very wrong." The demigod turned away and walked back to the boat without another word.
Mira has the shame, at least, not to argue. He just looks at the woman, accepts the accusation. The look on his face is somber and faraway, and he nods absently as she speaks.
Because who is he to challenge that? Even if the fault isnβt his, even if none of this had gone according to his plan or direction. There has to be something to blame, and the interest seems to point towards him.
βSorry,β he mumbles to Castoriceβs back. Thereβs no point in asking her to turn around, in trying to argue his case. He lets her go.
#REVELATIONBeach2025: Interim 1!
( Blade, Castorice, Citlali, Kafka, Lisa Minci )
Today's the day, your ship is in the best condition it's going to get and you all know there's no chance you're surviving out here much longer. The beach has just gotten drier and drier and, with no sign of rain or relief anywhere on the horizon, you've got no choice but to try and make it back with what you've got before your boat has no water to float on at all. Only as you wake up to begin your trek back, gather your meager things and begin to trudge to where your ticket out of here has been left in the shallows do you realize two things: 1. Mira is already there, up to his chest in saltwater and slack-jawed. Even as you approach, he doesn't move from where he's frozen at the rear of the boat. 2. The engine is already running. The boy seems to realize only then that you're nearing, only just manages to pick up his jaw and stumble towards the lot of you. His eyes are wide, arms spread as though to try and stop you from going any further. It's the most frantic you've seen him since getting here, there is real fear on his face. "Don't go any further," he rasps, "someone... is in the engine..."
What's going on?
A member of your party has died. You've still got to get back, despite it, so it's all hands on deck to get things back on track before the water recedes any more than it already has.
Week 2 will begin proper Monday, 6/16. You have from now until then to prepare to leave the island. You may use this time to interact amongst yourselves, wrap up Week 1 interactions, or otherwise sit back and get ready to make your voyage home.
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Kafka hums again, low and non-committal, as if Mira's explanation had neither confirmed nor dispelled her suspicions. She doesn't press, for now. Instead, she pulls a pamphlet from Lisa's tote, folding it in half length-wise so the creases form a rudimentary bowl and passes it to the tour guide.
While he's spoken with that same offhanded casualness he's clung to since even before their boat met sand, something about it scratches at her attention like a needle caught on an old record.
She glances toward the distant waterline, calculating. While natural phenomena weren't exactly her field of expertise, she knew enough to be able to tell when something was unnatural, considering the nature of her work. Was this resort under the effect of a Stellaron? Surely Destiny's Slave would have informed her of such so they could make plans to acquire it.
"Curated weather," Kafka says eventually, depositing her handful of berries into the makeshift bowl. "How⦠luxurious. Paradise that curates itself for comfort isn't paradise, it's performance." Her voice is soft, musing aloud more than accusing. "And performances have intent. Direction. An audience."
With the bush stripped of ripe berries, she plucks their collection from Mira's hands and tucks it carefully into Lisa's tote so their bounty doesn't spill.
"If the tide is that far out, then⦠their curated paradise has either fallen into disrepair or we'll soon be contending with nature's fury. We should rendezvous with the others."
Investigation roll: 1d5 = 1, success! +1 Resource 8 Exhaustion
The pamphlet-bowl is placed in his hand and Mira just lets it, holds it out and waits for its purpose to be explained. Which takes a moment, he's gathering that idling for dramatic effect is a passion of this woman's.
"The audience is people who will spend a stupid amount of money on playing pretend." He sounds like he's agreeing, in a way. "Paradise sells. Rainy days at murky beaches don't."
He doesn't say anything to her last point, though his expression flickers to something momentarily unreadable. Like he had been thinking the same, or maybe that he'd been trying not to think the same. Instead, he simply nods his head once. "Yeah, sounds good. Not that we have much to offer..." It's fine, it's something. "I hope they like berries."
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Kafka's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"A year and a half," she repeats, as if turning the words over in her mouth, tasting them for inconsistencies. She slows to a stop, the soft crunch of sand beneath her shoes falling quiet as she turns to face him fully. Her arms fold with casual grace, but there's nothing casual about the look she fixes on him--mildly curious, but gently pinning.
"Then surely," she says, "you'd know when the tide was low."
Her tone remains warm, even indulgent, but there's something about the phrasing that lands like a hook rather than a compliment and a gleam in her eye that suggests she didn't particular care if he noticed.
"'Even at low tide, the water is never so shallow,' you said," Kafka quotes gently, watching him. And then her voice shifts into something lighter as she examines the berry bush beside him, not a hint of accusation in her tone. "Well, if it's never happened before, then how were you to know?"
She plucks a red berry from the bush, popping it into her mouth. The skin bursts between her teeth, juice spilling onto her tongue, and the Stellaron Hunter chews its flesh thoughtfully before swallowing. "How delightful. These are safe to eat. Help me gather them, won't you? In the meantime, do enlighten me about the history of this location⦠is it prone to earthquakes? Tsunamis?"
Investigation roll: 1d5 = 1, success! +1 Resource
Is she accusing him of secretly knowing? Or is she understanding? He can't actually tell. "That's what I'm saying, yeah."
As she chews, Mira looks away. "It's not really the tide, though. Well, kinda, but it's not coming back in as far as it should be." He points towards where the shore turns to murmuring water, which is far further back than the sand seems to suggest it should be. "By now the waves are normally great for wading in, that's what makes the whole hike along the beach so fun and all."
At her beckoning, however, he obliges. May as well, after all. Not that he's got anywhere but his hands to hold the things, really, but that's fine. He can help take them back.
"No, actually. The whole paradise thing holds water-" a pause, like he's trying to decide if that's funny or not considering the circumstances, "-for the weather at least. Pretty sure it only even rains when it's convenient here. Or, on the beach anyway. It's pretty nice, probably real expensive to maintain."
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Kafka doesn't reply at first, letting the lull stretch between them like warm taffy. The sea breeze picks up, brushing strands of hair across her cheek, and she lifts a hand to tuck them back with idle grace.
β¦Their tour guide is either purposefully being obtuse to avoid giving her a proper answer, or he's genuinely clueless. Both options are concerning in their own ways, but she finds the former makes for a much more interesting plot point. But she files the information away for later, in case any of it might end up becoming relevant.
'The person I replaced quit under mysterious circumstances' was a popular trope in media for a reason, after all.
"Isn't it funny," she says at last, voice as smooth as a tide creeping up the shore, "how often people stumble into things they were never really meant for? And how often they stay there."
She turns her head just enough for her profile to catch the sun, the curve of her smirk vaguely playful. "Comfort makes for such an efficient leash, don't you think? Now, how long have you been working at the beach? 'A while' is a rather vague frame of reference. Three months, three years, three centuries�"
Investigation roll: 1d5 = 4, failed
Kafka speaks in dramatics, like she belongs beneath a spotlight and not on a half dry beach in the middle of nowhere. Mira just kind of blinks at her, hands still in his pockets and shoulders raised in a shrug.
"Sure, I guess it is." She's talking about him, or trying to talk about him. "I've lived here my whole life though, and always really liked the beach, so I didn't really think about it like that when I put in my application."
Seriously, does this lady ever speak like a normal person? He's not particularly judgmental when it comes to odd personality quirks, though he reserves the right to an opinion after the little tripping incident. "Uh, like a year and a half probably. I was at the surfboard rentals before, but the pay was tips and nobody's tipping their surfboard dealer."
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kafka | mydei investigation game
Mira hits the ground with a dull thud and a muffled oof.
He's not going to ask how the woman could have caused him to trip from so far, just assume that she did. If she hadn't, there's no telling what sixth sense she has for people about to fall over, because she is certainly picking him up before he can even really process that he's fallen in the first place.
"Uh..." She might be the weirdest one of them so far. An effort is made to step away from her fretting hands, because he is really very capable of dusting himself off and her intentions seem oddly in the interest of keeping ahold of him rather than helping. It is, at least, successful enough.
He relents on his escape attempt, at least. These two are scary, but scarier is what the hell the lady'll do to him if he tries to walk away a second time.
A sigh, resigned. "Alright."
Kafka hums, almost to herself, as if pleased by his sudden cooperation. She adjusts his collar with an absent little gesture, and then gives him a final dusting of non-existent sand from his shoulder. Then she turns, beginning to walk as if none of it had been a threat at all.
"I feel much better with you nearby," she says over her shoulder, her tone light. "I imagine you'd know the area better than we do, after all, and I'd hate to miss anything useful."
Her boots crunch softly over the sand as she strolls at an easy pace, as if this were just another leisurely excursion. She casts a glance back, eyes half-lidded with a wry expression. She tilts her head in a mild, conversational way--almost as though she were asking about the weather.
"How long have you been a tour guide, anyway?"
Investigation roll: 1d5 = 5, failed.
She's weird. Mira supposes there's nothing to be done about that, though.
He follows behind her, hands in either of his pockets and whistling quietly. Considering just about everyone else has treated him like some sort of criminal thus far, he's undecided on if her praise puts him at ease or not. It would be the most cryptic of them to act this way, wouldn't it?
"Uh, I don't know. A while, probably." Again with that honest tone of his where it seems that there should be sarcasm. "Long enough. For as long as I've been working at the beach at least. The last guy who did tours quit, I think. It's been a while."
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kafka | mydei investigation game
Citlali turns to Mydei and Kafka, "This area seems bare, we should probably split up. Since you two are in a competition with each other, want to go together? I'll go grab one of the others and we can head to a different part of the island"Β
"We'll certainly cover more ground if we split up," Kafka muses with a half-smile, agreeing with the tiny woman. "Good luck with your search~"
She turns to observe the half-naked stranger that had boarded the ship with the purple demigod of death. She supposed if she'd had a body as chiseled as the blond's, she might also walk around with nary a proper shirt to her name. Ah, come to think of itβwhat was his name, again?
"But the game is simple. If you win, you can request anything of me and it will be doneβ¦barring murder, of course. The same for me, if I win. That alright?"
βwell, it didn't matter. The man that was probably also a demigod had proposed the prize, andβ¦ Kafka found herself feeling somewhat disappointed. Any request, barring murder? That was soβ¦ boring. For a man that wandered about with his nipples out, she thought he'd make a more interesting offer.
"β¦What the hell, sure."
She looks over at their lackadaisical tour guide, and when he turns and starts power walking away from themβKafka moves on reflex, sending out her wires to give the man a little zap. When he stumbles, the Stellaron Hunter's immediately by the man's side, helping him up with a hand on his elbow and a hand between his shoulder blades.
"Oh, my apologies!" she exclaims, sounding genuinely apologetic. "How clumsy of me," she says, pretending to fret as she slid her hand up his neck, practically scruffing him by the collar of his shirt as she casually dusted him off with her other hand. "You should be more careful. It can be dangerous, retreating so quickly. Perhaps you should stick with us for a time, hm?"
Investigation roll: 1d5 = 2, failed
Mira hits the ground with a dull thud and a muffled oof.
He's not going to ask how the woman could have caused him to trip from so far, just assume that she did. If she hadn't, there's no telling what sixth sense she has for people about to fall over, because she is certainly picking him up before he can even really process that he's fallen in the first place.
"Uh..." She might be the weirdest one of them so far. An effort is made to step away from her fretting hands, because he is really very capable of dusting himself off and her intentions seem oddly in the interest of keeping ahold of him rather than helping. It is, at least, successful enough.
He relents on his escape attempt, at least. These two are scary, but scarier is what the hell the lady'll do to him if he tries to walk away a second time.
A sigh, resigned. "Alright."
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kafka | mydei investigation game
Dealing with people is sometimes necessary.
Sometimes. Though more often than not, he finds that itβs more trouble than itβs worth. Noβ¦almost always. For as long as heβs lived, there have only been precious few that heβs allowed himself to lean on.
Most of whom had already traveled across the Sea of Soulsβ¦
So, itβs surprise that colors his expression when Kafka ends up at his side. βHmmm.β She doesnβt seem like much β none of them do, aside from Castorice β but he shrugs the judgement away with a reflexive smirk. βDonβt think too hard about winning,β Because you wonβt, his tone implies it. He canβt help the edge of interest that finally, finally overtakes the agitation thatβs been simmering in his blood since their ship stopped here. βBut the game is simple. If you win, you can request anything of me and it will be doneβ¦barring murder, of course. The same for me, if I win. That alright?β
roll 1, successful resource acquired. mydei 2, kafka 0
Still at the edges of their little camp, he waves Kafka along, holding up his second valuable find β a handful of birds eggs, scooped from a hastily abandoned nest. They join the berries placed carefully in his pack. βYouβre already behind. Letβs plan to meet back here before dark. Mira,β The guide has not been forgotten, though his tone is decidedly less friendly as he considers the man. βYouβll come with us, or with them,β He indicates the other group of foragers. βChoose quickly.β
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So far both options consist of someone who looks like they're ready to throw him to the tide and someone he's really not too sure about yet, which makes choosing between the two rather difficult. He's rather visibly weighing his options. Maybe if murder had been on the table he'd be more inclined to keep supervising.
"Er... I'll go make sure the other two are alright. You both seem-" He looks between them, then flashes two thumbs up. "-perfectly capable of handling yourselves. Seeya in a bit!"
And then he turns on his heel and walks just a little too quickly towards the other two.
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