open mingle post;

[payback]

Who: Everyone on the waystation!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: open to everyone to tag into
When: October 11, 2014

[It sure is a lovely day actually pretty much indeterminate time period out here in the vast darkness of space, isn't it? I bet everyone's enjoying themselves, getting a chance to get off their dinky little ship and stretch their legs. Even on this shitty, empty little waystation.

Where are you, droot flooters? What are you up to? Stay out of trouble, now.]

[ooc: hi everyone! I thought I'd give this a try and see how the game liked it. What we have here is a mass mingle post. Rather than everyone making a bunch of different posts about landing on the station, everyone is invited to post a parent comment with their character out and about, doing something. Everyone else is invited to look at who's posted, tag them, post their own parent comments, thread jack, tag around and generally have a grand old time! It should hopefully be a nice low-pressure way to do some action tagging with each other.

Please tag in if you feel so inclined! Don't be shy to tag around!]

Comments

[amarant]

...it's a sensible way to live.

[ Nods, slowly. ]

The first one that was there when I came to the city was a large serpent. It was far underground, beneath the center of the city. One day, it stopped breathing, and its heart stopped beating. Everyone was worrying, because when a god dies, the land it serves dies too. The water stops running, nothing grows, people lose their magic.

But it turned out the god had been killed, by the one that was growing inside it. It ate its way out, and there was water and plants and magic, but...deicide is a crime. Eating the flesh of a god is a crime. The new god-- it was a large beast with the face of a woman-- got very sick, and so did the land.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[hm... he listens carefully. these gods sound very different than his gods. more like monsters, really. with an even smile:]

Are you sick too?

[amarant]

[ Accurate. ]

Yes, but you won't get sick from being around me.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

It's fine. It doesn't scare me.

[and he seems very calm and genuine about that; in a way, he's already kind of sick himself.]

Will that god die, eventually?

[amarant]

[ Nods slowly, it's an appreciative kind of nod, even though her face isn't visible. ]

That's good. I wouldn't want to make you worry.

It will, but not for a long time. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of years.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it's so funny to him, to watch that animal skull nod up and down...]

That's a shame. I hope it dies faster.

[like that's a... normal thing to hope for...]

The Gods I'm used to are much harder to define, but there were many powerful monsters on my world that sound a lot like what ruined your city. Like the Leviathan.

[amarant]

[ W-well laugh while you can, she plans to not wear it as much in the future... ]

It would be nice...though I don't know that it would change anything. It wouldn't change enough, certainly.

You should tell me about your monsters.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Monsters, huh?

[he's willing to push the whole toxic god thing aside to talk about home a little...]

Where to start? People mostly know them as the scary things deep in the Underground that constantly long for the taste of human flesh. They eat stragglers on the lower levels a lot. Most of them are just dumb animals with claws and teeth, but they can get pretty strong if they live long enough. That's how you get the big ones, and the powerful ones...

[amarant]

[ Leans forward a bit, interested, even if it's a bit uncomfortable to hear of something that could be the people of her city. Could've been her, if not for the same sort of thing that's kept her alive this long. ]

Have you seen them before? What are the bigger ones like?

[ In the end, her thirst for knowledge wins out. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's got stories about that kind of stuff too, but he'll save it for another time.]

Yeah, I've seen them. I used to hunt them, among other things.

The big ones can be like anything. The Leviathan circles under the city in an endless loop--it's head alone is as big as one of those ships. There's another one that's lost most of its form, exists in an unstable void in a dark place where no one goes. Some merely get big enough to go on a rampage and smash through a city block.

[amarant]

It must have been quite a life, hunting them.

[ Not something she'd ever do, but something she liked hearing about. ]

And whatever else you did with them.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... It was fun, sometimes. You meet a lot of interesting people, leading that kind of life.

[his smile grows wider.]

My specialty is ghosts, though. Does your world have ghosts?

[amarant]

[ She thinks, she probably could have done the same, had she tried. ]

Some have said so, but I don't know, myself. I've never seen one, so I wouldn't be able to answer.

yoooo I knew I missed a tag goddamn

[birdsbirdsbirds]

It's probably for the best. The ghosts where I'm from are vicious, and not many people know how to bring them rest.

Monsters, on the other hand, those are easy. Most will die if you just stab them enough.

[which he says... very casually.]

yooooooooooooooooo

[amarant]

Do you know how to do that?

...the ghosts, not killing monsters. That seems simple enough.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I do. I used to make a living off of it.

[kind of. more often that not, he'd casually refuse payment, or it wouldn't be a paying job at all. still...]

[amarant]

Well. What do they call someone like you?

Your profession, that is-- I know your name.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, depends. [shrugging.] Some people call me a bounty hunter, some people call me a priest.

[amarant]

Those are two very different things...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You bet they are. [he shrugs again, looking amused~] But it's an extremely varied and unusual line of work.

[amarant]

They do appreciate it, though? Help is often hard to come by, after all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he laughs!] That changes almost as often as my job title does...

People are very strange, Emblica. Some appreciate good help, and others are always upset that they have to ask for help in the first place...

[amarant]

People are difficult like that, aren't they.

[ Why are we talking about people like we aren't people? ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

They are. It can't be helped.

[because they aren't really people let's be honest here.]

[amarant]

[ So true. ]

It's why I've lived by making as little contact with people as I can, even with my work. If they want help, they come to me. If they don't ask, I do nothing.