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Post by Rhyme on Apr 20, 2019 9:49:35 GMT
"A commuting... mother-in-law?"
No amount of magic empathy, it seemed, could allow Rhyme to easily decipher the workings of the mind of Iocus. Sure, he was lazy, but anyone could tell he was lazy, magic or mutations or not. The important questions were, well, why was he always lazy? Didn't he ever feel like doing something? How has he managed to survive for so long?
Well, Rhyme meant those questions in his mind half-jokingly--- he'd seen Iocus be more active and be more concerned that fateful day that they'd unearthed him from the forest ruin, but it seemed it was also a mystery what caused those spontaneous forms of activity... maybe if he could trigger those more often Iocus would be less of a slob.
"What if it wasn't me who came, and it was a client?" he proposed. "Do you think they'd be interested in having you help them with you looking like that?" Rhyme might be an amnesiac, but he had a feeling that professionals didn't usually lounge in their offices. Well, maybe in their chairs, not on the floor, and not perpetually, just in their breaks.
He caught the book and looked at it. Beast Translation Magic, huh... There were the magics that people specialized in, but there was also the casual magic that everybody could do--- well, almost everybody; mutants like him couldn't do it. "Well, the mosquitoes probably just want to drink your blood, so yes, this is wasted on them. Unless you could somehow convince them to drink from your neighbor instead." he drily replied. "Does it work on Kraka, though? Does she count as an animal?"
"Why would I be looking for a girl?" he interjected, just a little exasperated. "Can't I check up on you once in a while?"
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Apr 17, 2019 21:53:48 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Apr 17, 2019 21:53:48 GMT
The chase was on, and as to be expected, Rhyme had yet to catch up to the crate thief. The marauder was as quick as he was strong and well-balanced, and so he had yet to gain on him. At the same time, however, the gap between them was something Rhyme kept constant, never widening; he might not possess any particularly magical feats of speed, but his quarry didn't seem to have any, either, and he wouldn't back down in effort and stamina.
As it was, it was a stalemate. Rhyme racked his brain for possible ways to close the gap between them, looking at his surroundings--- the various buildings and assorted items and machinery one could find in the general vicinity of the docks--- and it was then that the taurine officer caught up to him, with all haste. He shouted at the person, ordering him to desist, but as to be expected, the man persisted in escaping.
He regarded the knight in his peripheral vision, even as he kept track of the running criminal. He was called... Ferr, right? He detected a note of curiosity from him, for some reason, and he was... humming? Was it some sort of ability of his? What did it do? Well, he could ask later, or at least he hoped the man would tell him if it was something he should know. As for the thief, he could only detect one simple note from him: he wanted to escape, and he was beginning to get frustrated at their tenacity.
"I won't be reckless." he answered, tersely. It's nice to have permission. he joked in his thoughts, but he didn't think he had time to jest right now... and...
"He's turning left at the corner!" Rhyme called even before the man swerved, and even as the criminal was surprised at the foretelling of his actions, the chase was a little too high-speed for him to change course. The empathic mutant moved preemptively, and in so doing cut a little of the distance between him and the runaway.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 17, 2019 1:36:01 GMT
Behemoth
Mrm, the avenue with the elder sounds good, although that probably is for a later thread.
Yeah, Rhyme coming along on her patrol sounds good, too. Then they encounter... something. Let's go with that?
If you could start the thread, that would be great. I'm feeling lazy these days >.> XD |
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Apr 15, 2019 22:55:21 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Apr 15, 2019 22:55:21 GMT
Behemoth
Uwah, someone commented on my plotter! XD
Sure, I'm still taking... takers on people who could've found Rhyme. So far the only person who's found Rhyme is Iocus, a lazy freelancer, but he could've been hired as a part of an expedition that the knights had something to do with. And... yes, he doesn't have a proper heartbeat, he probably sounds more like a conch shell or something. Waves and the like. XD
Where are knights' safe houses located? Era? But yeah, sure. About Rhyme's ability to calm others, I just recently got that, and Rhyme hasn't used that IC, so I'm still flip-flopping between him using it now or saving it for later. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Behemoth probably hasn't seen Rhyme use it yet.
Still, calming ability or not, Rhyme would probably get in the way of Behemoth if he thinks she's being unnecessarily violent. As he is an emotion reader rather than a mind reader, Behemoth stands a fair chance of hiding her bribe taking from him, unless she does it or thinks of it in his general vicinity, and even then most of what Rhyme would detect is a general... sketchiness. Selfishness? So without enough information he wouldn't be able to put a finger on it. It'd probably be a point of contention if Rhyme finds out, though.
As for something you haven't said... you'd seen that I've been looking for people who could've found Rhyme in the ruin, but I'm also looking for people who could recognize the person who Rhyme appears to be. Rhyme's face belongs to a mage in the past, in the monarchial oppression era, who saved and freed people from royals and nobles, and mutants tend to be some of those oppressed people. Maybe Behemoth's ancestors were saved by that mage and relocated to the Waas Forest? Or something similar that they would remember him, although I guess it might be a stretch for them to have a picture of him... just a thought.
In any case, what would be a good thread? A mostly-talking thread where Rhyme asks her what knights do? An emergency that Rhyme pitches in to help, and he might see Behemoth's more violent streak in action? |
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 15, 2019 2:06:22 GMT
He peeked into the building through a window, and was... not really surprised by the sight he saw there.
Rhyme might've only known Iocus for a short while, but considering his amnesia, and how this guy was one of the people who found him in the ruin, one could say that Iocus was one of the people he knew the longest. The man seemed good-hearted, but he could be so very... slothful.
He rapped at the window to get the lazy bum's attention, and then moved toward the door. Yet again, unsurprisingly, the door was unlocked. He let himself in.
"Iocus, if you leave this thing open, anybody can go in." he chided. "Maybe a thief or some other criminal." To be fair, he had not yet seen any such sort in the streets of Altair, mostly scientists and scholars and professors, although some of them had a manic vibe. He hoped they practiced caution in their work, who knows what they could cook up.
"What's that you're reading?"
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 12, 2019 9:11:06 GMT
Currently doing this in here. |
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 12, 2019 2:33:04 GMT
He didn't so much as blink when Larsa slipped the thing about his hidden agendas--- pride and greed were as much a thing in the councilor's subconscious as was his goodwill. Rhyme wasn't a mind reader, and even if he could sense the ebbs and flows of people's moods, there was only so much he could divine from people. Right now, it felt... that Larsa had many secrets, and yet the man seemed to sincerely believe that what he was doing was good. That was what the empath found strange, in his dealing with this stranger.
"But Byzel is part of Eos, right?" His mind wandered to the other parts of Eos he had not yet seen, and the parts that he had been warned not to see... Fersen and that crater at the edge of the border. If they didn't so much as pay attention to Byzel, what more those places? "The prosperity of Eos should include the prosperity of its parts." he posited.
For a moment, in the middle of the conversation, Rhyme felt a hint of malice from Larsa, although it didn't seem particularly directed to him or anyone present. Considering the topic of their conversation... his fellow officials, his fellow councilors? He wondered what it could mean. While it seemed he liked to think of himself better than them... perhaps it was more than that. If they really were not up to the task before them, after all... Rhyme mulled these possibilities for a bit.
"You seem like a sketchy sort of person, Sir Larsa." he said, directly saying what he thought. "But at least you seem to believe what you're doing is good? So I guess that balances out." He gave the man a cheeky grin. He did not completely understand what Larsa's aims are, beyond becoming wealthier, it seemed, and helping out people, but at least they seemed benign, and if they ever became more of a problem, well, he'll try to do something about it.
"The amount of rain changes in here too?" He'd thought it would be a regular thing, but it seemed it had its ups and downs. Now that it seemed that they would be talking more--- he had thought he'd only resolve a few concerns, but it seemed they were getting waylaid, the rain may be a bother, if not to him, then to Larsa.
"Time is something I have a lot of." he chuckled, as he followed Larsa to some shelter. "Is this a teahouse or something?"
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 12, 2019 2:04:57 GMT
He deftly made his way through the throng of people, of laborers and sailors; it helped that he could perceive where they were moving or if they were going to remain standing still. As soon as he got through the crowd he managed to see what was going on; one of the workers had been the one who shouted, and he was pointing to... a rather absurd sight.
A couple of men were down on the ground; perhaps they had been in the way, or they were security that tried to stop what had happened, but the hallmark of the situation was the problem itself. A lone man, the thief, muscular, forehead and mouth covered in bandannas, was running away... but what made his getaway absurd was what he had in his hands. He had... a stack of three crates. Three very large crates.
For all that the man was basically a burglar, the feat of running with a pile of crates was... impressive. Rhyme had to give that to him. Nonetheless, he wouldn't be letting him get away, and he prepared to run again, having only stopped to catch his breath and assess the situation...
...and then another voice cut through the din. A... Knight Captain? That sounded like some sort of authority, and the voice belonged to... a rather hulking man with horns. A fellow mutant, then? And the people didn't seem to question his appearance, even if he didn't wear any sort of uniform... and from what Rhyme could privately perceive, he seemed to be earnest in his concern of the situation.
"Sir!" he shouted, waving, in an attempt to quickly get the attention of the bull-man. "He's getting away! I'm going to try to stop him!"
"Careful!" shouted one of the dock workers. "Those crates contain fragile items! Don't just tackle him!"
"Ah, sheesh, sounds like this'll be more difficult that I thought it would be..." Rhyme grumbled, but he'd dawdled long enough. He immediately began to give chase.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 9, 2019 9:51:59 GMT
Rhyme listened to his piece, even as they stood in the pouring rain. He closed his eyes and pored over his words and waited until he was finished.
"I don't know much about being a council advisor, or a politician." he reiterated. "You are... leaders of a sort, are you not? Of this city?" he asked. "It seems strange that with how you worded it, that your position is more like... a merchant. Should not a leader naturally take care of the ones he governs? Without asking for anything more in return?"
"It is strange, too... if they wouldn't go here. It's a beautiful place, and wouldn't they want to know the conditions of the people under them?" he posited.
Larsa seemed earnest enough, with his words aligning with his desires, even if he seemed to have a twisted point of pride in being different, and thus better, from his peers in this council he was in. "Your relationship with Sir Myles is good, then." he said. "Shouldn't people help each other simply like that, though? Why would it have to be a special case?" It seemed strange that compassion for people like him, people like Myles, people like the people of Byzel, should be seen as a unique trait rather than something that should be usual, should be a requirement... for one who leads.
He angled his head at Larsa's last comment. "Curious, huh?" he chuckled. "You seem so too, Sir Larsa. Curious, that is." His small smile belied the intrigue he felt about this new acquaintance of his.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 5, 2019 11:39:55 GMT
The man seemed... satisfied that he had asked for the conversation to continue. He gestured towards the door and went out, so they could talk without Myles overhearing.
Outside, in the endless rain, he turned to address the stranger.
"I'm unfamiliar with many things, so I don't really know what being a councilor entails." he began. "Does it include walking around places and offering things to people?" he asked.
"I don't mean to question your goodwill... but what do you mean by favors, when you were talking with Sir Myles inside earlier?" he said, getting right to the point. "Do you expect a favor from me for your help?"
Perhaps he was being overly suspicious, but the man acted too smoothly in the outside and too slippery in the inside, if that made sense. Still, as he had already pointed out to himself before, the man seemed to harbor no ill will, and that was why he had chosen the avenue of inquiring with him directly.
"I apologize if any of these questions are... impolite. I mean no offense. I am... merely curious."
He watched, closely, what he would say, and what he would feel.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 4, 2019 7:23:42 GMT
Purchase: Mutation - Variance (1)[break]
Gold Sum: 1000 G Approved! |
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 4, 2019 6:39:47 GMT
He'd been more careful of his wandering these days, after the last time he got lost. Still, he wanted to see the various sights that Eos had to offer, and seeing them was free, costing only time and a bit of walking around... although he supposed there was the airship fare... scratch that, seeing the different districts was cheap. Besides, maybe he could find a job opportunity somewhere here...
Again, perhaps because of his aberration, it seemed he was attracted to water; while the last time it had been in the form of the rain of the City of Tears, this time it was the sea, the waves upon the harbor. The salty smell and the refreshing wind were invigorating, at least in his opinion. The ships and the people were also interesting to watch, as they loaded and unloaded crate after crate, package after package, from places far away, across the water. There were also passengers boarding and alighting, and some of them seemed like foreigners--- while he had not been in Eos long enough to know exactly what was usual, there were some people who simply seemed different. Exotic, even. Could he have been from somewhere far away?
He was enjoying watching the spectacle, the hustle and bustle, and plotting his next course--- maybe going to the dock management's office to see what things he could do for them and how much they would pay him--- when he heard a cry among the workers, the sound of trouble.
"Help! Thief!"
Abruptly, immediately, he moved to see what was going on.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 4, 2019 6:24:57 GMT
Disappointment leaked through the man's psyche, even though no trace of it bled through his face. What a rather strange person... did he really want to help him so badly? Was it all in the way of these favors that he had mentioned with Myles? Did he want Rhyme to owe him a favor so badly? He would help someone if they needed it...
He turned to Myles, who seemed more confused than anything. Was he troubled by the favor asked? Perhaps he was a little daunted, but not by much, so again, Larsa didn't particularly seem to be a bad sort. "Sir Myles, I'll come back when I actually can pay you... and I'm sorry for the trouble. Hopefully you still have space by then." he apologized, and bowed.
Already he was leaving, as abruptly as he had arrived. It seemed he was frustrated that he did not react the way he had expected... and he was intrigued by him, apparently as much as he was. And, for a moment, there seemed to be quite a mean streak that painted Larsa's thoughts, even if it was banished quickly. He stopped and then gave him a card.
"..."
"...wait." He would follow him outside if he needed to, although if he was truly in a hurry to be done with him, he would not stop him. "This means you're some sort of important person, right?" he said as he waved the calling card Larsa gave him.
"I'd like to clarify... a couple of things. If it isn't too much."
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 3, 2019 2:57:14 GMT
...there was something strange with how... the man seemed to be reacting to him. Something similar to... how he was reacting himself?
"Mrm, I think I'd prefer something more... long-term." he conveyed, borrowing the word Larsa had used. If it was short-term, well, his friend was generously providing him lodging in the housing district of Ordan, so it was not really something that he particularly needed.
Then, suddenly, the man had an idea, and Rhyme, slightly bemused but also amused, followed. He followed Larsa away from the main street with the passing tourists and into a deeper, less lively part of the City of Tears. He lead him into one of the buildings that seemed like they were hewn from the rock of the city rather than just made wholesale on the ground, which was rather fascinating to look at. The inside was rather homey too.
...owed a favor. Curioser and curioser.
He watched the exchange between Larsa and this... Myles, who seemed like the proprietor of the place. It seemed Larsa was actively looking for a place for him, which was kind of a lavish and unexpected service. How many strangers would lead you right to an apartment complex after you shared a little tidbit of what you were looking for? Rhyme was a little cautious and wary, although, again, he did not feel any sort of conniving vibe from Larsa. Well, people could be forthrightly good, he supposed, but he still felt that there was something eluding him, even if it was not something that would inconvenience him...
"This seems like a nice place." Rhyme said, as the conversation between the two naturally flowed towards him. "I would be happy if you could let me stay, although..." he paused, thinking of how to word his little hang-up of the whole set-up, exactly. "I'm already staying with a friend of mine until I get my bearings, per se, so I suppose I'll be taking the apartment when I have the ability to pay for it, is what I'm saying? If it'd be all right?"
He watched Myles and Larsa for how they would react.
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Post by Rhyme on Apr 3, 2019 2:38:44 GMT
"The House of Alder?" Rhyme echoed, yet again. "I'm not familiar with them..." House seemed to denote... a clan of some sort? "Then again I am hopelessly uninformed about a lot of things." he admitted, chuckling.
But record keeping, huh... If Brighid could afford a good apartment from the pay that they give her, and that they even need to have records of a lot of things, then this House of Alder probably wasn't just some small family. She even said that her job involved countless pieces of literature...
For a moment, Rhyme was in thought, of what this could mean, and if it could be helpful for his situation... "What sort of records do they have? Would they have records on the people of the city? Although I guess that's more with the government..." he asked, out of the blue. "...ah, you don't have to tell me if your employer forbids it or something..." he hurriedly added.
"Mrm, I could try that." He did still know how to do those basic things, the last time he checked, although strangely enough some things were differently spelled or pronounced from what he instinctively came up with. Well, hopefully it wouldn't be a big deal. Still, he wasn't sure if he was the sort of person who could stay still in a desk job.
"Ah, yes, they said until I'm settled. It's kind of embarrassing, but it's not like I could turn down their kindness." Rhyme mumbled. "I've heard there are cheap places in Byzel? As long as it's livable I think I'd be good. I'll earn a better house later if it comes to it."
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