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deercountry2022-05-09 07:11 pm
megatheorem) wrote in deercountry2022-05-09 07:11 pm
Entry tags:
- adaine: kai,
- allen walker: sleight,
- anna amarande: celene,
- chizuru yukimura: jelle,
- gideon nav: floral,
- iskandar: ran,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- l lawliet: lexil,
- ortus nigenad: beth,
- palamedes sextus: laura,
- paul atreides: beth,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- shouto todoroki: blythe,
- shōyō hinata: owlie,
- v (nomad): aj,
- viktor: hal,
- waver velvet: basil
closedish to cool guys having chill day
Who: a bunch of funky friends invited by Viktor and Palamedes*
What: Having a Party in a field with Fireworks
When: the second week-ish in May
Where: (the field outside of) Pal and Viktor's bunker in Gaze
Content Warnings: alcohol and teens drinking it, irresponsible use of explosives, see threads for anything else that comes up
*If you have friendly CR with Palamedes please feel free to handwave that he mentioned this happening, also if your character has CR with a Pal Friend (a pal^2) who would invite them along, he's broadly allowing this. It's not a formal affair in the slightest lmaooo
--
afternoon/evening.
Earlier in the morning on the day of The Fireworks Field Party (tm), Palamedes makes sure to send a quick location ping to anyone who's never been to the Sixth bunker (also tm) before, because it is, indeed, just in a field somewhere in Gaze. The treeline is comfortably distant from the door to said bunker, which is the only real indication anything is out here besides a few "big rocks" that he names, in his message, as landmarks.
As an afterthought, he has set up a little trail of mason jars containing glowing mushrooms to lead the way to The Field, helpfully. The Field is what it sounds like: a dang field, just slightly ominous in the Gaze fashion, although besides the usual somebody's-watching feeling, it's grassy and spacious for kitschy lawn games. Among the things Palamedes has provided (upon recommendation of a shopkeeper, so like, do not perceive his choices, they were made for him) include:
1. Just a load of blankets, big cozy ones dutifully spread out for chilling on, on the ground.
2. Throwing game Crossbones, definitely chosen because of the bones (they are wooden sticks), and just kind of left sitting there waiting because your host does not know how to play physical games.
3. beanbag horseshoes because it rocks
4. Just, like, a specific blanket that has pencils and blank paper sitting on it... This is a free station, no one will question what art happens here.
Harrow has also provided bone chairs for alternate seating, which are precisely what they sound like.
Eventually, the field will also feature a snack table, which is a community effort, and a booze table, which is slightly supervised in the way that your esteemed host(s) will not permit booze and cherry bombs at the same time.
And, because it's an open field in Trench, there is also a table where emergency incense is waiting. Wandering too far from the space immediately around the bunker (which, it's a big space, you'd have to go far) will eventually lead you to blood wards on the ground, on the trunks of a few trees, etc. Don't touch these. Don't be gross.
the fucken fireworks.
It's fireworks. Once it's dark, there are even more glowing mushroom jars and homemade alchemy glowsticks from Waver to be passed around, somehow, and at least some of the little beanbags glow in the dark, ooh!! Viktor has provided cherry bombs to be used with at least a little caution, for god's sake. There are also some slightly larger fireworks in much shorter supply, from a shop, that will be closely guarded until someone with pyrotechnics talent convinces Palamedes they deserve one. Godspeed.
Broadly: this is a fireworks party (tm) for individual wee ones you can throw around on your own, with only a brief smattering of the big ones that light up the whole sky above the field. It's a chill time for cool buds, fire safety is encouraged, so is vibing on the blankets and enjoying a nice evening.
At various times, local dope musician Anna Amarande will be providing some light musical entertainment, for vibes.
the bunker i guess.
The party is not in here, but for reference:
-it's locked via numpad and neither of these stickbug nerds are giving out the code but they'll open the door if asked... you don't have to leave the place to go to the bathroom lmf
-it's a bunker. it's one room and a bathroom in the back. it's full of disorganized nerd stuff and an oversized moon orb and pal's mean omen, rocky the cool rat (harpy eagle), who will aggressively flap at anyone with sticky fingers until they leave
-the code is 69420 so if you're super funny like gideon you COULD guess it
What: Having a Party in a field with Fireworks
When: the second week-ish in May
Where: (the field outside of) Pal and Viktor's bunker in Gaze
Content Warnings: alcohol and teens drinking it, irresponsible use of explosives, see threads for anything else that comes up
*If you have friendly CR with Palamedes please feel free to handwave that he mentioned this happening, also if your character has CR with a Pal Friend (a pal^2) who would invite them along, he's broadly allowing this. It's not a formal affair in the slightest lmaooo
--
afternoon/evening.
Earlier in the morning on the day of The Fireworks Field Party (tm), Palamedes makes sure to send a quick location ping to anyone who's never been to the Sixth bunker (also tm) before, because it is, indeed, just in a field somewhere in Gaze. The treeline is comfortably distant from the door to said bunker, which is the only real indication anything is out here besides a few "big rocks" that he names, in his message, as landmarks.
As an afterthought, he has set up a little trail of mason jars containing glowing mushrooms to lead the way to The Field, helpfully. The Field is what it sounds like: a dang field, just slightly ominous in the Gaze fashion, although besides the usual somebody's-watching feeling, it's grassy and spacious for kitschy lawn games. Among the things Palamedes has provided (upon recommendation of a shopkeeper, so like, do not perceive his choices, they were made for him) include:
1. Just a load of blankets, big cozy ones dutifully spread out for chilling on, on the ground.
2. Throwing game Crossbones, definitely chosen because of the bones (they are wooden sticks), and just kind of left sitting there waiting because your host does not know how to play physical games.
3. beanbag horseshoes because it rocks
4. Just, like, a specific blanket that has pencils and blank paper sitting on it... This is a free station, no one will question what art happens here.
Harrow has also provided bone chairs for alternate seating, which are precisely what they sound like.
Eventually, the field will also feature a snack table, which is a community effort, and a booze table, which is slightly supervised in the way that your esteemed host(s) will not permit booze and cherry bombs at the same time.
And, because it's an open field in Trench, there is also a table where emergency incense is waiting. Wandering too far from the space immediately around the bunker (which, it's a big space, you'd have to go far) will eventually lead you to blood wards on the ground, on the trunks of a few trees, etc. Don't touch these. Don't be gross.
the fucken fireworks.
It's fireworks. Once it's dark, there are even more glowing mushroom jars and homemade alchemy glowsticks from Waver to be passed around, somehow, and at least some of the little beanbags glow in the dark, ooh!! Viktor has provided cherry bombs to be used with at least a little caution, for god's sake. There are also some slightly larger fireworks in much shorter supply, from a shop, that will be closely guarded until someone with pyrotechnics talent convinces Palamedes they deserve one. Godspeed.
Broadly: this is a fireworks party (tm) for individual wee ones you can throw around on your own, with only a brief smattering of the big ones that light up the whole sky above the field. It's a chill time for cool buds, fire safety is encouraged, so is vibing on the blankets and enjoying a nice evening.
At various times, local dope musician Anna Amarande will be providing some light musical entertainment, for vibes.
the bunker i guess.
The party is not in here, but for reference:
-it's locked via numpad and neither of these stickbug nerds are giving out the code but they'll open the door if asked... you don't have to leave the place to go to the bathroom lmf
-it's a bunker. it's one room and a bathroom in the back. it's full of disorganized nerd stuff and an oversized moon orb and pal's mean omen, rocky the cool rat (harpy eagle), who will aggressively flap at anyone with sticky fingers until they leave
-the code is 69420 so if you're super funny like gideon you COULD guess it
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--Do you see the sheer embarrassment on his face, Anna? Waver recalled the thrill he had when the mists cleared around the summoning circle that those poor chickens had died for and Iskandar's presence was revealed. He may have been nervously biting his lip-- but bear no doubts, Waver lost his shit in that instant.
No reason to resume that pitiful denial.
"It wasn't quite that early, Anna. We may have been in a war, but I was a pretentious little shit that didn't know when to shut up."
They're was no shame in his words. He absolutely was a complete brat. It was how he had come so far.
"Not just four. There's a fifth on the horizon. I plan to get my hosts from last time out of harm's way, even if I must email them the flight plans." He scoffed. The fact that the Mage's Association had passed up his candidacy after he tried entering through legitimate means still bothered him.
No matter.
"It's not just a Catholic idea. A mysterious wish granting artifact is present in most mythologies, but the Grail was the most renowned of them. The name and details aren't important.
We... Have our methods of keeping the general population safe, and it would have worked ten years ago if the Caster pair weren't also serial killers. We needed outside assistance from the Association and the Church to cover up the...uh..."
He trailed, frowning as he mentally fumbled on how to even describe the eldritch monstrosity that the duo had created with their bloodlust and madness.
"... Let's call it the Lovecraftian Horror that they created. It took four out of seven teams working in tandem to take it out before it reached the riverbank and started feeding on the population."
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"Riders and Casters," she mutters. She's building a more complete list so far. "So alchemists, then, right? People like Paracelsus or Cagliostro." The names are only barely remembered from some long-dormant corner of her mind. And dredging up that same corner brings her a memory that almost makes her drop her cigarette when it hits.
"Astolfo, Paladin of Charlemagne." Charles the Great. Of course it made sense. Of course everything about her life is starting to connect, years and years after it mattered. "Does that name sound familiar to you? As a combatant in one of the Holy Grail Wars, or, like, as a potential, or... something?"
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"... It seems like the Caster I encountered was Gilles de Rais, a French knight who became a killer. Why wouldn't someone from French folklore have a seat in the Throne of Heroes?"
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She tasted their lips on the end of her cigarette.
"There was a part of my life that summer where I turned into a different version of myself... one who didn't know who Astin was. When the real me came back, they'd fallen off the app." She probably needed to explain that part, but. Maybe not. She knocked her head against the back of the tree and looked out, instead, at the people gathered. The ones she knew, the ones she didn't. The friends and loved ones she'd made in her time here.
"They didn't remember me except as this girl from down the hall that they thought was hot. They didn't remember any of the stuff about Astolfo, or... any of the conversations we'd had."
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"You've mentioned that happening to other friends you had made in that city as well," he ventured, trying to imagine the grief, emptiness, and terror that must have struck.
"... That's my worst fear, you know. People I've met regarding me as a stranger. I'm sorry that keeps happening to you."
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She wasn't completely sure how to reply to a genuine feeling of sympathy. Never was. But she knew very clearly that Waver meant it.
"There's a chance they really did remember, you know?" she added after a fair amount of silence. "A friend of mine was never going to make it past 25 without the help of the way her body was changing. She bought another year of her life, but as soon as she fell off, it was back to her normal life."
Another puff of air, but with no smoke behind it this time, like she'd forgotten to take the drag at all. "They found my name with hearts next to it in her phone after she died. That's how I got invited to her funeral. So maybe she still remembered who I was after all, somewhere in the back of her head. Whole lot of good that does me now, though."
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He didn't believe in coincidences. The odds of such incidents being random were too unlikely. Once something is written on a page, evidence of it's existence remains after the letters have been erased.
It made sense that the mind was the same way.
Silence passed with only the puffs of their cigarettes for few moments while Waver pondered these happenings. The multitude of parallels and similar themes between worlds was almost too much to contemplate, not unlike the overall cosmology of his world as he understood it.
He lacked the breadth and depth of knowledge possessed by the Animusphere clan--however:
"Anna Amarande. I believe it's possible for fate and free will to exist at the same time. Two truths that appear to be at odds-- just like how water is both deadly but necessary for life."
He lowered his cigarette and regarded her with the tired sincerity of a philosopher, or someone who has taught their share of budding heroes.
"It's no accident that we're all here in the same space and time. Even if we don't know the reasons, we can still use our experiences as a base for whatever is coming.
"Maybe, your lost friends will even show up here one day... Like mine did."
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"You sound a hell of a lot like my old boss right now. He was telling me once about how all of us found our way into Recollé even though most of us came from somewhere else. And he said that we were destined to meet each other there, in the city, because we were all... maybe not designed to be vessels for these souls, but because the city had this way of drawing the right vessels into it.
"But none of us were ever stuck there. We always had the choice to leave whenever we wanted. It's just that most of us... well, we decided to stay. We had lives there. Friends, family, loved ones. So our free wills brought us right into the middle of our destinies. And I'll be the first to say it—I never liked the idea of destiny." She turned her head, held up her cigarette between two fingers without drawing from it. Smirked. "But being destined for something can feel pretty goddamn good.
"So no. It's probably not an accident that we're here. All our lives are unfolding in the right direction," she repeated, even if she was the only one who knew she was repeating it. "Whether anyone I know from home shows up here or not, I'm finally starting to get the idea that I'm in the right place where I am."
She finally drew from that cigarette of hers, which she knew she'd probably need a replacement for soon. When she was done, she fixed Waver with that sideways look of hers. "I really liked working for Zee. Getting the feeling it'll be the same with you."
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He asked, casting her an amused smile. It was rare in his life to just be taken at face value-- and rarer still for someone to compare him to another favorably. Drawing from his cigarette, he added:
"I'll take a compliment when I hear one. You'll have to tell me more about your life and friends in that city, Recolle, someday. Whenever you comfortable doing so."
The little bits he had heard so far sparked his interest, and he couldn't help but wonder about the convergence of powers and events had led to such a large scale, complex venture to be attempted. Some things were impossible to know-- but, he knew better than most that telling stories about someone who had been lost was one way to keep them alive.
It was, after all, how he had survived the last decade.
"And I feel like my sentiments are similar to yours. You remind me quite a bit of Gray, my apprentice. She's not as... worldly as you in many ways, but the both of you have the same kind of determined will that I find I like working with. The number of parallels between us is... strange. Perhaps, that's why we mesh so well."
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She'd like to learn more about Gray herself, honestly. She's heard a little bit so far and the similarities are undeniable, but the whole point of what she's trying to do lately is getting more facts so she doesn't just assume a whole lot of things from how familiar someone is to her. It wouldn't get her in trouble with Waver or Gray, she was pretty sure of that, but it's starting to feel like it's bitten her in the ass once already with someone much more powerful than either of them.
"Tell you what. You get your sea legs back," she starts, joking just a little, "And I'll come over and spill about Recollé. Not to get poetic about it or anything, but... there's a lot of people there where it feels like I'm the only one who remembers their stories."
And even then, she's not sure she has them 100%. But that's not the point, really, behind the wistful tone her sentences have picked up.
"I'd love to help other people remember them with me."
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It was nice, being able to interact with a peer with the same ease that he had around his students.
"Sometimes stories are all that the world will ever have of people... and, sometimes, those stories can be enough. In the meanwhile, I am starting to feel like I'm getting my 'sea legs' back. Even if I'm behind... at least I should be able to run faster than an average person right now."
Horse joke. Get it?
"I would love to hear those stories, Anna. I won't even ask you to cook when you come-- we can just get takeout that day and chat. Maybe even do some PvP later, if you wanna see my set up."
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She got the horse joke, but the promise of going 1v1 in something with Waver was something new entirely. She tilted her neck until it cracked, which was an increasingly impressive feat since she didn't exactly have many vertebrae left, and turned her body to hit him with a cocky grin.
"Been a while since I've gone up against someone. Used to be pretty okay with stuff like that in college. Fighting games, yeah?" Oh, this was gonna be fun. "How about this. We eat shitty takeout and do matches all night. Whoever loses has to tell a story about their home." She knew that Waver was probably gonna be on his nocturnal shit, and Anna didn't really object to it. Sure, she had someone to come home to, but Waver lived close enough that she didn't feel like she had to caution Kainé about anything.
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Surprise, surprise. He was an actual gamer, Anna. He had a little bit of everything at his disposal.
"That's an excellent proposal. I look forward to taking you down."
Though, in reality, they would both fall before Iskandar before long.
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"I could kick your ass in Guitar Hero if you want. Any day of the week." She performs just the tiniest bit of mechanically accurate air guitar.