AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Knight
UNSORTED
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Apr 20, 2019 11:56:14 GMT
Post by Behemoth on Apr 20, 2019 11:56:14 GMT
Strange surprises. Eos was full of them, and while more often than not they grated on Behemoth’s patience, sometimes.. sometimes they could be pleasant.
As she strolled about the marketplace the Knight idly kept track of the heartbeats around herself. The usual rhythms pulsed and drummed as citizens went about their business. Most of them were strong. Not particularly healthy, but loud and defiant of the inevitable end. Others were faint, and frail. They were being drowned out by their peers, pushed to the background of the chorus. None of these were the heart she was seeking here, though.
A hand rose to adjust her hat as she exhaled softly. Who was that man? What was he? Stepping away from the market stalls Behemoth moved to stand before a large fountain to help isolate herself and her thoughts. Her eyes searched the clear water without knowing what to look for. She could still feel the heartbeats of people nearby, but it only reminded her of how peculiar the man who called himself ‘Rhyme’ was.
Rhyme’s heart didn’t have a pulse. Instead of a repeating cadence there was a steady, consistent pressure to his heartbeat. The woman pursed her lips slightly, irked that the word was inadequate to describe the man’s … heart activity.
In any case she hoped to get some answers today. Turning back to face the market she scanned the crowd for the man in question. He had wanted to ask her what Knights did, but she didn’t have time to thoroughly explain it before. So, she had invited the man to walk with her on patrol today to observe and inquire. The afternoon bazaar was lively as expected, and would suit her needs just fine for any unexpected and required demonstrations of her role in society.
But would Rhyme accept her offer?
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25?
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Citizen
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Freelancer
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 23, 2019 6:55:02 GMT
If everything was new to you, was everything a surprise?
The Great Bazaar was... a daunting place, in its size and color and variety. Food, trinkets, magical tools, furniture, books--- almost anything that one could think of could be bought here, from one stall or another.
The true spectacle, however, was not the vast array of products, but the people, at least for Rhyme: buyers and dealers and sellers, thieves and beggars, tourists and inspectors and guards and prospectors. To Rhyme's soul, their presences resonated, reverberated, with their intent, with their emotion, each one unique.
Still, so many of them were strangers, so many he did not know yet, beyond the surface thrumming of their psyches; their voices and movements added to the noise their souls made in his head, and it felt a bit overwhelming, the first time.
Now... well, it was still rather heavy, but he was getting used to it... tuning out what he did not need, although he still paid a little attention to the feelings of the throng at the back of his mind. That had allowed him to catch a couple of pickpockets, chastise them a little and report them to guards who seemed reliable... although they were not yet the guard that was his reason to be here... the knight he was looking for.
She'd called herself Behemoth--- one of the people who had discovered him in his slumber in the ruin--- a Knight of Eos, and a mutant like him. She'd been... genial to him, he supposed, even offering a place to stay, and had been tolerant about his various questions about the world... like what the Knights of this humongous city did. He had a vague idea that, well, they were the authorities and kept the peace, but sometimes the devil was in the details. And... perhaps he was also interested in knowing her better.
Ah, there she was. He felt her before he saw her. He waved as he approached.
"Miss Behemoth! Good morning!"
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Knight
UNSORTED
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Apr 23, 2019 12:07:53 GMT
Post by Behemoth on Apr 23, 2019 12:07:53 GMT
There it was. That unusual, determined exertion. Behemoth's head turned in the direction of Rhyme's heart signature as it entered her sphere of awareness. As it moved outside of her sight the woman compared it to surrounding heartbeats, still unsure of what to think regarding this oddity. Rhyme was a human, not an elemental golem or construct. Behemoth had found other mutants to have a pulse, so what made this man special? She had yet to tell anyone about her findings, but promised herself to investigate things further later on. Surely the Academy would have something on the topic. Yet as bizarre as the situation was, she found herself at ease as the white haired man finally entered her view. He was as mild mannered as she remembered.
"Mister Rhyme," replied the Knight crisply with a polite nod of her head, "..good day to you as well."
She supposed that he had done well for himself in finding her here. His ignorance of Eos' culture had made her somewhat concerned for his welfare. People like that were often turned into victims of one form or another. The woman closed the distance between them with unhurried but long strides. An appraising glance quickly looked over the shorter mutant to make sure that he had arrived within an acceptable degree of safety as she spoke up again in a straightforward, mirthless tone.
"I see you've managed to get here and find me without getting so much as a scratch for your efforts. Either you're quick to settle into the city life, or the fates have their eye on you. In any case, since you made it here that means you still have questions? If you don't mind walking with me, I can better respond to your curiosities." She paused briefly to nod towards another Knight on patrol, a well built looking man who was having a colorful argument over pick pocketing with another fellow that the Knight was dragging away. The sight hardly seemed to worry Behemoth.
"And, seeing things for yourself might help sway your opinion on any rumors you may have already been told." With that being said Behemoth glanced back to Rhyme, and gestured for him to walk alongside her through the bazaar. "If you don't mind it Sir, I'd like to ask you some questions in turn, too."
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25?
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Male
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Citizen
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Freelancer
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Post by Rhyme on May 8, 2019 3:03:51 GMT
There was a feeling of apprehension that emanated from the woman, Rhyme felt, but he was unsure if it pertained to him or if it was any of his business--- and so he did not inquire about it. At any right, it seemed beyond that emotion the guard was as he had found her last, calm and well. That was something to be thankful about.
"...why would I get a scratch?" he wondered innocently. Sure, it was a bit of a headache to get here with the voices of people in his head, but that seemed more like a unique phenomenon to him more than anything. "Is the city usually more dangerous than this?" he asked. To be fair, he'd only seen a fraction of it given his short stay, and he'd heard areas of the megalopolis could be markedly different from each other. Still, he thought things were not too bad.
"I don't mind." he said, even as he fell into step with the officer's movements. He followed her gaze momentarily to one of her fellows radiating anger--- well, criminals were definitely a source of frustration, but he hoped the Knight would do his job with temperance. He was a little worried, but he couldn't hover around every possible problem, and it seemed like a passing passion.
"Mrm... I'm not exactly sure where to start." he began, getting back on track. "I've heard bits and pieces of what the Knights are since I've come here... most of what I've got is that you serve the Council, which are the higher-ups... and handle trouble in the city?"
"Ah, feel free to ask, although I don't really know much about things so I'm not sure what you could ask me about..."
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AGE
30
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Etherium Council
OCCUPATION
Knight
UNSORTED
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May 27, 2019 16:24:34 GMT
Post by Behemoth on May 27, 2019 16:24:34 GMT
“Not everyone has the best of intentions,” answered the Knight smoothly. She wouldn’t bother explaining her reply just yet, though. As they walked side by side she allowed him to have the first question between them. What he had to ask wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, and Behemoth answered without breaking her stride or her passive scrutiny of their surroundings.
“That’s the short end of things, yes. The Etherium Council governs over Eos, and its head members are called Arbiters. The Knights are the enforcers and militant arm of the Council. There are Knight Captains appointed to most districts to oversee operations, but don’t be surprised if you see Knights crossing into different areas. I don’t hold any preferences for districts myself, and will go to where I’m needed.”
At that point she glanced down to Rhyme studying his physical appearance for a brief moment. She kept her expression neutral as she looked ahead and continued speaking.
“I would not cause any trouble if I were you, Mister Rhyme. You look particularly unsuited to life in the Trench; although, I suppose a hardened prison facility isn’t meant to be comfortable.” The mutant smirked at the thought. She couldn’t think of one criminal who looked forward to the Warden’s undivided attention. “While we’re on the subject of you and trouble.. Amnesia is a very convenient affliction, and one I’ve seen faked before by people on the run.”
Behemoth stopped walking to face Rhyme, and suddenly reached out to the man. Grabbing the front of his shirt in a firm grip she lifted him up just enough to where he would be forced uncomfortably onto his toes. Her expression remained impassive, although her inner emotions radiated suspicion and a wary curiosity. Holding Rhyme up like this she leaned closer armed with a cold, detached gaze.
“So I have a question for you, Mister Rhyme,” she began softly as an intimidating whisper, “Why should I trust a man who cannot remember anything save his name?”
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25?
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Citizen
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Freelancer
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 7, 2019 17:26:59 GMT
Not everyone has the best of intentions.
Certainly that was something that Rhyme knew, perhaps intimately, even; or at least, that was something he had felt through his uniquely magical perspective, of the people he had encountered around Eos. Still, it did not quite answer his question, about what she meant, and yet he felt he could divine the answer--- that the lady Behemoth seemed to think that Eos was far harsher than what he had seen. Perhaps she was right; he had yet to see much of the large city-state, after all.
Then they turned to his other question, the question that he wanted answered for this encounter, actually. The workings of the government of Eos... Behemoth was a Knight, and as he had expected, was something of a peacekeeper, and they followed the Arbiters, who decided how Eos was run; so that was the hierarchy. Nice and simple. He nodded as he processed the information.
"Trouble?" he echoed, with unfeigned surprise. "I would ask you what is the Trench, but I suppose it is a place where you keep your criminals, from what you've said. But yes, I have no intention of causing trouble..." ...although maybe I would try to intervene when trouble happens. That's... not troublemaking, is it?
...ah, they've come to this point. So that explained the strange distance and hostility, the suspicion hidden beneath her stoic facade. He grinned sheepishly, even as he strained from the uncomfortable situation Behemoth put her in. "I've never thought of it that way before, but I suppose it is suspicious. Nonetheless, I'm here, aren't I?" he pointed out. "Why would a criminal go out of his way to talk more to a knight when he could just slip away?"
"Hrm... but I guess, beyond that, I don't really have anything to give you to trust me, since I don't really remember anything about myself, as hard it is to confirm. Maybe I am a criminal." he posited. He made a gesture with his pointer finger. "How about this? I'm trying to find out who I am. Maybe you could help me, and if I'm a criminal you could arrest me. Doesn't that sound fair?"
"...ah, and also, if you could put me down, this is kind of a difficult position. I know it is supposed to be difficult, but still..."
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