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Jun 27, 2019 14:19:42 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 27, 2019 14:19:42 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] ‘I’ll point them out as we go. Just be careful handling the toxic ones and you’ll do just fine.’ Raimell said, already starting to unload his tools as he recounted the selection of herbs in his head one more time. They’ll start with something nice and easy, let Rhyme get used to working with plants, then move onto the trickier ones. Maybe he’d have Rhyme cover the basics while he dealt with the toxic plants; he didn’t want to accidentally poison his fledgling assistant on his first day at the job, after all…[break][break] ‘ …It must have belonged to a family of mages. Who else would want to live here? This whole area, it’s rich in Ethernano, isn’t it? And I can’t think of a better fertilizer that’d encourage such wild growth. Some of these herbs are rare for a reason…’ Raimell trailed off, noticing how Rhyme was fixated on the strange symbols all over the ruin’s walls. Right. What he delivered wasn’t the type of answer this man was seeking. Raimell cleared his throat, then gathered his thoughts and actually studied the walls.[break][break] ‘Well, it’s old, isn’t it?’ He contemplated aloud. ‘I’m no historian, but nature can’t just break down an entire building of this size in a decade, or two…it must’ve existed way before I was born, no, even longer than that, I mean, what kind of language is this?’ Raimell traced the symbols with his eyes, searching from his memory all the picture books he used to read as a kid and tried to see if the shapes reminded him of anything. He wasn’t very well read; the last time he touched anything other than a prescription was when he still had a home and parents who taught him the basics of medical practices. That was over a decade ago. Nowadays the only texts he didn’t have much trouble with were herb catalogues and surgery manuals, since he could easily guess the words he didn’t recognize from the diagrams and experience.[break][break] Raimell breathed a sigh, setting his small literary regret aside as he smiled apologetically at Rhyme. ‘Sorry. These symbols are beyond me. They could be foreign for all I know, but then, why? Do you know something about them?’[break][break] [attr="class","rainotes"] Rhyme |
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Jun 23, 2019 12:56:08 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 23, 2019 12:56:08 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Hiya![break][break] Would you be interested in a fight between Behemoth and Raimell? Nothing plot heavy, just some mindless fun between two mutants who know how to hit and how to take a hit. [break][break] Watcher told me that Behemoth was also part of the group that found Rhyme in the ruin, and that got me thinking that maybe I could use the occasion as a springboard for Rai to get to know someone in the Council, both to expand his repertoire of contacts and to actually give some backbone to his backstory where he likes to bribe people to get out of trouble.[break][break] It could just be that Rai took notice of Behemoth’s abnormal physical attributes during the expedition to the ruin. He’s not above prodding her about her strange quirks; he’s naturally curious about how each mutant’s body works, because it’s a lot more interesting than just studying the anatomy of a plain ol’ human bean. Maybe he’d even want to see her power at full force up close, having only caught glimpses of it on the trip, which was hardly enough. Or maybe he just wants to use it as an excuse to make some connections.[break][break] Either way, ulterior motives or not, if Behemoth deems him good enough for a sparring partner, it could turn into a fun little fight, since (from what I gathered from her sheet) she’s all about brute forcing her way through her opponent with raw strength and her naturally durable body, which is something Rai isn’t particularly great at dealing with when the fight’s dragged out. On the other hand, Rai relies on his mutation to mitigate the brunt of the damage while delivering attacks that could defy the law of physics and bypass her natural barrier if given the chance, which could also be pretty tricky for her. [break][break] Maybe they’ll both come out of the fight a little wiser, or maybe they’ll end up hating each other’s guts. Who knows! But anyway! Thoughts? |
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 23, 2019 3:13:35 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Raimell wasn’t sure why he felt the need to look away when the woman looked back. Maybe it was her expression, or lack thereof, that made her seem unapproachable. She must’ve been wary of something. Realizing that, Raimell turned to look behind himself as well, trying to discern whether there was indeed someone suspicious enough to warrant some form of intervention. A few eyes did meet his own, but more out of annoyance at his less-than-graceful provocation, so he quickly turned around…and found himself walking right into the back of a stranger in rags, who immediately jumped at the chance to grab hold and extort him for compensation.[break][break] As for the rabbit lady, she had somehow, in the span of a few seconds, worked her way up another crowd. The distance between them grew, and so did his agitation at losing sight of her. He just wanted to see where she was headed, whether she was getting herself into trouble, if she needed a hand. Was that too much of a thing to ask in Fersen? Raimell apologized profusely to the stranger who was still holding him up by the front of the cloak, but then he slipped away, the gray fabric phasing through the man’s fingers as if they were made of something ethereal. [break][break] Raimell resumed a brisk pace, squeezing his way through the crowd with relative ease still, both thanks to his smaller stature and at the expense of a lot of disgruntled cries. However, none of the angry passersby succeeded in apprehending him, as he would slip away every time they tried to make a grab for his cloak. The scene was almost comical, though Raimell himself paid them no mind. He just saw the woman make a turn into an inconspicuous alley, which didn’t stand out to him aside from a loan shark who was infamous for using blood pacts to bind his clients. [break][break] You can’t be serious. Well, she didn’t exactly seem like the type who was always short on cash, which made it all the more dubious that she made the turn without a second thought. Maybe he should actually try to stop her before something happened, Raimell thought to himself as he broke into a jog towards the very alley the woman disappeared into. |
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Jun 22, 2019 17:25:01 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 22, 2019 17:25:01 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] ‘I did bring some bug repellent. Ten gold for a jar, what do you say? You won’t find a better deal anywhere around here.’ Raimell pinched his thumb and forefinger together, a typical merchant’s way of demanding payment, but a mischievous grin had already begun to spread on his face. He didn’t actually mean what he had said, but it was so pleasant being in another’s company on an otherwise tedious trip that he couldn’t help himself. However, he wasn’t in a hurry to rummage through his bag of holding while on the move. Too much hassle, and besides, they shouldn’t be too far from their destination.[break][break] Raimell squinted at the various shapes popping up in the distance, just as the ground beneath their feet took a small decline. The ruin was in sight, as run-down as ever basking in the harsh sunlight that bleached all signs of its former glory out of the exposed pillars and walls. It must have been quite the daunting structure back in its day, but the ruin as it stood now was different, overgrown with heavy greenery. Small trees grew on the outer walls, and thick, variegated weeds, knee high. [break][break] ‘Amazing.’ One look at the ruin up close and Raimell couldn’t take his eyes off of it - or rather, the gems hiding among the innocent looking plants. On a different day, maybe he’d have taken the time to appreciate the history that had been lost within this abandoned structure, but that would be a leisure trip for another time. Rhyme did come from here, as strange as that may be, but for him, the only real attachment he had to this place were the herbs that could be turned into food on the table and a bed to sleep in at night. [break][break] What exactly should he start with? Raimell scanned the surrounding area, picking out some herbs that stood out right away while a few others eluded him still, a list quickly forming in his head. They’ll have to be methodical about this… [attr="class","rainotes"] Rhyme |
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Jun 20, 2019 18:22:45 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 20, 2019 18:22:45 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Raimell blinked. ’Well someone’s got a pretty good memory for an amnesiac.’ He threw Rhyme a nudge to his ribs. ‘You seem to be in good enough spirits at least, I’d say that’s a pretty good sign. And who knows? Maybe this is ordinary for you. It’s not easy for anyone to do a complete 180 on their mannerisms just from memory loss.’ [break][break] Besides, that wasn’t what had caught his interest at the moment. Raimell withdrew his hand, mulling over the strange sensation still lingering on his fingertips. It was exactly the same as the last time he had examined Rhyme, when he was passed out in the ruin while the group he’d been with was trying to determine whether he was still alive. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about the way Rhyme’s body functioned or, dare he suggest it, the way his body was constructed, didn’t exactly feel normal. Well, as normal as a biologically functional human should be. [break][break] Skin, flesh and bones. No matter how much a body had undergone any amount of mutation, the basic building blocks should still be intact to some degree, and with his…aptitude…in discerning the unknown, he should be able to figure out the amnesiac’s condition. Or maybe he should simply ask.[break][break] Raimell cast a sideways glance at the young man, who seemed to be enjoying himself over the peace and quiet the forest had to offer. He’s never been the type to withhold a question, but even he could tell that he’d be nosy rather than curious if he started anything now. Everyone had a secret or three they’d want to keep, especially if exposing them endangered their own life. Raimell wasn’t any different in this regard, therefore he should know better. However, knowing better was different from behaving better. He was itching to ask, and the thought was written all over his face even as he tried to ignore it. [break][break] ‘That’s where we are headed today. Where we first found you, I mean.’ He replied after a while, trying to reel his thoughts back in. ‘I wasn’t with the main group at the time. They were trying to comb through the ruin for some hidden treasure - unfortunately you were about the only “treasure” they discovered, but! That’s if you only paid attention to the interior.’[break][break] He was talking a little faster now and livening up from the excitement of his own little discovery, Rhyme’s mysterious condition temporarily forgotten. ‘We might not have been the first to set foot in that ruin, but I can assure you, we were the first to do so in a long time. Otherwise, I doubt anyone with some knowledge about medicine would’ve left all those wild herbs growing alone. Snakeroot, eyebright, some of them you can’t even find outside of the Black Market, you know those shrubs with strings of purple bell-shaped flowers?…’ [break][break] It seemed as if he could go on forever when the topic shifted to his area of expertise, but the same couldn’t be said for the trail they followed. The ground became more uneven and slippery with moss as the trail thinned, then disappeared altogether in the form of soft forest turf as they ventured even deeper. The easier part of the journey was over, but that was to be expected. After all, it wouldn’t be a secret ruin if a road had been built leading right towards it![break][break] ‘Almost there now. Feel at home yet?’ He asked as he pushed a low-hanging branch out of the way. [attr="class","rainotes"] Rhyme |
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Jun 19, 2019 10:57:51 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 19, 2019 10:57:51 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Taking over Eos through the sheer annoyance of an unkillable squad of otherwise squishy mutants is something this RP desperately needs.[break][break] That piece of totally serious plot aside, the scenario you posed sounds like the kind of mishap Raimell would get himself into. If there is one thing he’s good at, it’s acting based on the belief that he has it all figured out regardless of the situation because 1, he’s not that intuitive and 2, he never really got any backlash from being unintuitive (hooray partial immortality), which means the need to work on that never came up much ._.[break][break] So, no matter how unlikely the situation seems for Cassie to be there, or even if she lets slip (accidentally or not) a hint or two about her true nature, chances are he won’t be picking up on them, because he’d already have settled into the role of a sympathizer of sorts and will try, in a very roundabout way if needed, to explain away the inconsistencies.[break][break] Would this take place before the event thread, or after? Either way, without knowing the true terror that is Blue the hungry slime, Rai wouldn’t hesitate about making sure Cassie stays out of trouble if he spots her amidst the chaos, even if he has to be a little mean about it. Having the thread take place before the event would just make him even more confused and exasperated as to why this frail little girl is so good at sniffing out trouble. [break][break] Anyway! I’m all for personal threads, but I think the above scenario would make a fun thread already, so maybe an idea for another time? Besides, depending on how their interaction carries out, there’s always the chance for a more personal shift in the middle of the thread! |
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Jun 19, 2019 10:18:50 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 19, 2019 10:18:50 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Haha, I’m getting this image of Locke trying to dissuade Rai in the most roundabout way possible, to the complete opposite effect of him misinterpreting it as her being picky and turning it into some sort of game where he tries to figure out exactly what catches her lady’s fancy.[break][break] This sounds like a slice of life to me, a small hiccup in the day for Locke and business as usual for Rai. The location shouldn’t really matter in this case, but is there anywhere you want to explore in particular? Preferably somewhere where formalities isn’t strictly required, though. |
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 19, 2019 9:36:14 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Raimell felt a light breeze against the back of his head, which made his skin crawl and hairs stand on end as he felt what was the beginning of a concentrated surge of magical energy, but thankfully it was not meant for him. Capitalizing on the blast wave from the explosion, he cushioned his steps on the tarp of an abandoned stall and used it to propel himself over the roof of a nearby building, then demanded the attention of a frightened passersby so he could entrust the injured woman to them and head back liability-free. [break][break] A quick scan over the city block from the rooftop and he realized just how severe the damage was. He didn’t even need to rely on his abilities to sniff out the wounded; everywhere he looked there was devastation, people crying for help with a broken limb or passed out underneath a pile of rubble. And not to mention the creature’s clearly agitated state of being, ready to tear up everything in its wake. Raimell tutted, irritated at his own ineptitude to take care of everyone all at once, but nonetheless, a life is a life. He hopped back down from the roof, hearing his name and turning his head towards the source of the voice, just in time to see a tuft of white hair sticking out from behind a half demolished wall.[break][break] ‘Coming!’ He yelled back, sprinting down the street and rounding the wall in a hurry, nearly crashing into Rhyme and doing an utter disservice to the man he was trying to help. He caught himself at the very last second, hopping out of the way and steadying himself against the wall so as not to make a complete fool of himself. [break][break] ‘You!’ He huffed, arching an eyebrow in a mixture of delight and disbelief, both glad at the sight of a familiar face - a friendly face - and trying to hold back the urge to lecture him on the spot. A few seconds of inner turmoil later and he lost the battle against himself, opening his mouth and the first thing that blurted out was a big warm welcome in the words of ‘You’re not here trying to jog your memory by eating a blast on purpose, are you? That method’s all but a myth, if anything, you’re just going to end up becoming part of my memory in the form of a giant crater instead.’[break][break] Raimell stated matter-of-factly, but kept his hands busy as he gave the man a quick check-up for any immediate signs of injury. He gently pressed on his limbs and torso, tuning in to the sound of his breathing and noticing the slight hitch at every intake. ‘A few fractured ribs, not the worst I’ve seen.’ He concluded after a while, then helped Rhyme support the man towards the safer end of the street.[break][break] ‘And how are we supposed to help everyone, exactly?’ He asked the amnesiac, who was too much of a saint for his own good. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be able to just-‘ He made a grabbing motion with his free hand, ‘-bag everyone up and transport them somewhere safe, but this-‘ He gestured to himself, ‘-is pretty much all the help you’re getting out of me.’ [break][break] And not to mention the General in red over there, black hair billowing behind her back and wearing a look of absolute menace as she ordered her remaining troops to surround the creature. As if that can contain its volatility. Raimell got a good look at what the Council’s army could do, which was a whole lot of nothing aside from the misty demon the General alone could summon, and the result of their first clash? [break][break] ‘Hey! The important looking one in the red!’ He decided to take a chance and appeal for some backup. ’If you’ve got that much manpower to waste trying to corner that thing over there, then why don’t you spare some this way? Betting my lunch and dinner they’ll be ten times more useful evacuating everyone instead!’ |
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Jun 17, 2019 16:28:33 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 17, 2019 16:28:33 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] The hustle and bustle of the Great Bazaar was nowhere to be found here, obscured by a network of alleyways that either led to closed doors or cul-de-sacs reeking of death and rot. The black market, as people coined this sad little zone, was far from your conventional market where one could simply take a leisurely stroll through the stalls, sampling and picking at the merchandise on display. No, doing that here is only a surefire way to attract the more unsavory folks lurking about in the dark, looking for easy prey to mug and steal from so they could in turn make their ends meet.[break][break] However, even here, deep down in the tubed bowels of the ancient, decrepit, and still deteriorating district known as Fersen, things held their allure. Contrabands, forgery, even stolen goods that needed to change hands at dirt cheap prices - as long as one knew where to look and who to talk to. Oh, but do keep your head down and your coin pouch close to your skin. And don’t make a fuss, Raimell repeated the mantra in his head as he weaved through the crowd, the lightweight rucksack on his back bobbing up and down with each step. [break][break] It wasn’t easy, making it here on foot all the way from the edge of Ordan, since he didn’t want to attract any unwarranted attention to the bag of goodies he’d been carrying by taking public transport. Sedatives, stimulants and toxins meant for more than household pests, each of them a timed bomb waiting to go off should a security guard check his bag by chance at the airship port. However, he knew these drugs were coveted here in Fersen, and all that risk carrying them here would be more than compensated once he emptied his bag in exchange for the items he coveted instead.[break][break] Today, said items happened to be high caliber Lacrimas that’d normally cost an arm and a leg at any authorized shops in Ordan. He had hoped for a bargain, and the people here did not disappoint: he was able to snatch a set along with plenty of everyday supplies, and with pocket change to spare. Maybe he could even make it back to the safer side of the City before dark, Raimell thought, secretly pleased with his efficiency as he draped an unassuming gray cloak over himself, covering his hair and hiding the bulging rucksack on his back. Now he looked like a dwarf with a hunched back, mingling with the crowd of miscreants, all of whom looked just as miserable, all of whom…he blinked when a set of light, tall and fluffy rabbit ears entered his peripheral, tilting this way and that ever so slightly as it seemed to pick out various sounds from the ambience.[break][break] And why the hell would there be a giant rabbit here in Fersen? Raimell cast the thought aside as he quickened his pace and raced towards the front of the crowd, eager to satiate his own curiosity. The pair of wobbling ears never left his sight, and as the crowd thinned, he finally managed a good look at what would turn out to be…a dark skinned lady with rabbit-like features, garbed in what he’d only assume the dress of a nomad, since he rarely saw citizens looking like that - and in Fersen no less![break][break] And that piqued his curiosity even more. What business would a woman like her even have here? A shopping spree? That’s exactly what the dainty little shops in Ordan existed for. Thrill seeking? And what, get robbed in the back of an alleyway? Raimell fell in step behind the rabbit lady, half curious and half concerned for her well-being, yet unaware of the fact that he was starting to single himself out from the rest of the crowd just by trying to keep up with her steps. |
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Jun 16, 2019 15:55:35 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 16, 2019 15:55:35 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] It was quite the unusual experience, hearing his name called in the street, and at such an early hour no less. Being a street vendor and all, he was used to meeting people, but most of them he’d only come to know by appearance, and out of the ones he did memorize by name, most of them were either people he wanted to steer clear of or people he had to bribe. In short, he was sorely lacking in friends. [break][break] However, that did make it easier to figure out from voice alone just who was calling for him.[break][break] Raimell turned, a grin on his face as he dipped his head to acknowledge Rhyme, his own hands already busy digging through his luggage. ’Hahaha! You don’t say. I’m bleeding a fortune here, so you’d better pull your weight.’ He jested, his grin widening as he fished out an empty bag and tossed it at the sheepish looking guy, motioning for him to follow as he set off for the outskirts. [break][break] ‘Can’t have you go passing out on me again, so if you’ll excuse me for asking, how is your body holding up? Sleeping well? Migraines, vertigo, anything out of the ordinary that I should take note of?’ He looked his impromptu assistant up and down as he walked, his eyes a curious gleam and his hand already on its way to snatching up Rhyme’s wrist to check his pulse. He was planning to cover quite a lot of distance today, straight into the thick of the forest, where nature was still unperturbed and rare herbs were potent and plenty. If Rhyme indeed carried his weight - and the bag’s weight as well, he could very well make back double the cost on this trip alone. [attr="class","rainotes"] Rhyme |
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Jun 16, 2019 13:14:40 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 16, 2019 13:14:40 GMT
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 16, 2019 5:33:04 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Oh he’ll definitely be looking. He’s somewhat accepted that he’ll never grow another inch, but that doesn’t mean seeing a tall lady won’t rub any salt in the wounds :3[break][break] Anyway, it would be hilarious that Raz somehow ends up becoming your resident rescuer to all the dummies who think they are tough enough to navigate Fersen unharmed, though I’m not sure if such antics would still be fun for you write again, seeing how you already opened a few other threads under the same premise. [break][break] I’m certainly up for it if you are, but if you are looking for a breath of different air, I can present Rai as someone who stumbles across her, maybe at the Market, or after he finishes stocking up, spotting her on the streets and stalks her for a bit (because Raz is a pretty unusual sight in the more decrepit parts of the city), possibly annoying her in the process. She can tell him off, or try to shake him off, a light tussle, or a game of cat and mouse; either way, maybe he’d end up tearing a sleeve or his sack, then conveniently there’d be a sewing shop in sight and he’ll have to man up and re-confront Raz for a favor after a rocky start. [break][break] Thoughts? |
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Jun 15, 2019 13:53:36 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 15, 2019 13:53:36 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Water, check. Dagger, check. A bundle of tools, each suited for cutting, digging, crushing, and measuring. A first aid kit, emergency rations? Raimell rummaged through his bag, feeling stupider by the second. Bug repellent. Just how much did he fit in there, and how much more could it hold?[break][break] Raimell closed his bag with a snap and decided to not look at its contents any longer. The sooner he gets the job started, the faster he’ll forget about the fact that he had somehow managed to pack enough for a 2-day outing for a group like someone’s anxious mommy. Not that he’s the type to worry about stuff like this, but seeing that it was indeed his first time being the issuer of a quest, he might have felt a tad bit more responsible than usual.[break][break] Okay, well, a little more than a tad bit.[break][break] Pushing himself off the ledge he’d been dangling his legs from, Raimell slung the bag that was already starting to weigh down over one shoulder, then glanced in the general direction of the guild. He had already been waiting at the city gates for quite some time; not that the other party was late, because he was the one who was early, since he just couldn’t help but feel a little anxious, wondering what type of person would choose to go herb picking with a no-name like him. [break][break] Certainly not an established adventurer. No way. A rookie was more likely, or even your average lawful citizen who was curious enough to fancy a walk in the woods. Either way, the least he could do was make sure he returned them home in one piece. Which meant all those unnecessary luggage was justified. Somewhat. He blew some stray hairs out of his face, already feeling like he’d run a marathon while the sun was still a long way from reaching its pinnacle in the sky. [attr="class","rainotes"] Rhyme |
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Jun 14, 2019 18:32:57 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 14, 2019 18:32:57 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Hiiii!!![break][break] Oof, okay, so first off, while I believe it’s going to be fun teasing reactions out of Locke, if she doesn’t set foot out of the Palace then there’s not much Rai can do, since I can’t really think of a good excuse for him to be anywhere near the place when he clearly shouldn’t. [break][break] That said, if Locke does venture outside for whatever shady business the Alders bestow on her, then we’d have more options. For starters, just in the Rosa district, Rai could be enjoying a magic game in the Collosseum and even betting there (and losing fantastically because he can’t keep the lid on his purse shut, he has no one to blame but himself for his destitution, sigh). Or he’d be trying to get a taste of the luxurious life at Augury Square (again, not an Econ major) to unwind and refresh himself after a long trip down to the poorer areas or even the forests and ruins outside of the city. [break][break] Or he’d simply catch her somewhere, a restaurant because no one can operate on an empty stomach; a commercial building because she’s there for business and he’s there for, well, business; on the streets, witness or being part of a dispute, etc. Locke would probably look really unassuming for an Alder if not for the security guards around her (will there be any?), and Rai would probably take it as a chance to shill her some trinkets or whatnot because she’d look like your average rich lady (save for the scar, which he wouldn’t notice outright) and his favorite type of customers.[break][break] Anyway, any of these a hit? Or all misses? Running a little low on fun ideas but if you have any I’m willing to bite ^u^ |
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Jun 14, 2019 17:50:43 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 14, 2019 17:50:43 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Hellooo![break][break] My brain’s not picking up on any plot yet, so I’ll just start by listing some ways Cassie and Rai could’ve become acquainted with each other. First off, Cassie is based in Altair and Rai is kinda sort of maybe super partial about this part of the country, because the Academy is here, and he loves sneaking inside and using it as free lodging whenever he’s in the area.[break][break] Which means he comes here whenever he’s able to, which means he also does business here, ringing some doorbells (do those exist in Eos?), setting up a temporary stall before the local law enforcement chases him away, and, you know, doing normal life things this district has to offer. [break][break] He could’ve saw Cassie on the streets and took her for a runaway or an orphan or someone along that vein, which would resonate with his own past of being a street rat (still is, but thankfully and hopefully working his way up again). He’d most likely take pity on her and annoy her greatly in the process since she hates being treated as anything but weak.[break][break] OR, being the nosy brat that he is, he could’ve stumbled upon Cassie doing unsavory stuff on a mission or something, in which case they’d start off on the wrong foot, uh, again? Is there a way for them to not meet like that? No? Well I’m totally fine with that, can’t all be friendlies with each other now can we ^u^;;;[break][break] Anyway! Just some rambles and brain dumps, let me know what you think! |
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