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[apostisms]

" you promised a towel. "

@revorto

"I also promised something warm for you to drink."

Sylas delivers as promised — a large towel around Pyke's shoulders to help him get dried off, and a cup of hot tea in hand.

There's a brief sense of awkwardness lingering in the air before he speaks again. "I'm ... not on that list of yours, I hope."

[yunalai]

" where there is water , there are people. just more names for the list. "

if asked, Qiyana couldn't tell why the weirdly-dressed man stood on the shores of Ixaocan's river. the man's ghostly appearance gave her pause. given the dagger-like piece in his hand, she made sure to hold her ohmlatl in position around her waist.

" outlanders are not allowed here, " she declared, tone steady despite the goosebumps on her skin — his song was all wrong. it was all water. all water. no human was all water. " I suggest you and your list turn back. "

[shecharm]

[ @revorto , starter call. ]

The sea seemed so far away for her, but it was as lovely as it could be. Even while it was a gleaming treasure in its own right, it was far from home for her. The warmth was strange to her; after all, for the shefox, only winter existed, deeply buried inside the marrow of her bones.

As she holds it up, her fingers leisurely trace the surface of a peach colored sea shell, appreciating it against the backdrop of the sun. A kind of treasure. Her ears twitch atop her head, tilting slightly as though curious, but her focus was no longer on the shell in her palm. Someone else… something else. "Are you shy? You certainly must be. That explains why you didn't announce yourself . . or perhaps you're just someone that prefers the silence?"

[vestniikarchive]

@revorto​ asked    ;    "your creations are... unique. i don’t understand them.”                                                                                                                                   unprompted   ;                                                                                                                  always accepting.

maskless,   the   machine   herald   can   not   help   the   smile   that   spreads   across   crooked   lips,   something   soft  in   comparison   to   mechanical   exoskeleton.   augmented   eyes,   golden   yellow,   focus   on   task   beforehand:   creation   of   robotic   creature   similar   to   that   of   giant   isopod,   metalwork   crafted   lovingly   by   hand. ❝what   is   there   to   not   understand?❞   he   hums,   hands   never   stopping,   even   third   arm   moving   forward   to   solder   new   piece   to   original   frame,   controlled   laser   melting   away   alloy   into   red   hot   until   it   cools,   permanently   connected.   ❝it   serves   a   purpose.   there   is   nothing   more   to   it.❞   ❝if   you   mean   the   form   that   it   takes   then...❞   a   pause.   ❝...the   children   that   play   in   the   rivers;   they   are   less   scared   of   ones   that   take   a   similar   shape   to   that   of   other   creatures   they   see   in   the   waters.❞

[viiktor]

@revorto 𝖘𝖈

“ i don’t trust a word you say. ”

[yunalai]

" future empress ? still a captain to me. "

" too bad you're gonna have to deal with me until this mess is dealt with, "

she fiddled with the embers of the fireplace, watching them dance and trace lines unseen to others, all connecting back to the Axiomata. his connected with it too, more water than flesh, but as eerie as that was, she had learned to exist alongside such an anomaly.

" what is your grievance with captains, anyhow? what made you this? all I hear from you is the flow of water, constant, like we carry the depths with us. "

Qiyana was not the type for curiosity, but given the disastrous, world-ending threat they attempted to fight, she could as well try and get to know someone for once.

[vestniikarchive]

@revorto​​ asked    ;    " i ain’t one for words but you intrigue me. “                                                                                                                                                     unprompted   ;                                                                                                                   always accepting.

 the   herald   stops.   head   tilts   towards   sound   of   voice,   eyes   narrowing   behind   masked   face,   his   grip   remaining   relaxed   on   cane.   he’s   sizing   the   other   up,   deciding   whether   or   not   he’s   a   threat   despite   the   seemingly   friendly   words...   if   they   could   be   considered   that.   intrigue   might   seem   innocent   at   first,   but   it   can   lead   to   obsession,   something   he’s   experienced   unfortunately   with the  cursed   cult   that   praises   his   name.   this   figure   however   seems   different,   and   viktor’s   curiosity   spikes.  ❝how   so?❞   electric   voices   leaves   easily,   vibration   moving   mechanisms   within   throat,   vocal   cords   long   gone.   ❝i   don’t   think   i’ve   done   anything   to   inspire   such   feelings.❞

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