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driftfleet2017-04-23 02:33 pm
therewerefifty) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-23 02:33 pm
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It's One of Those Weeks
Who: Makie and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
When: 16 April - early May, most likely.
A - Business as Usual
[Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.
As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.
Blink and you'll miss it.]
B - Another Perspective
[On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.
There's no sky. The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide. If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.
There's no sky. And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home. She remembers that part. (Though honestly, would it really matter? There's nothing really to go back to--)
If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]
C - And Then There Were Assholes
[By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight. This is what happens to outcasts, anyway. She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.
"Gorgeous skin, right? So pale--"
"And that hair--"
"She'll make a fortune, sell her to the right place--"
Oh. The more things change... she's not stupid. But she just follows, eyes dark. Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn. It's not like anything different would have happened at home.
...so intervention would be welcome.]
D - Catch-all
[For any time after the events of the 23rd. One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit. She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way. I can roll with whatever!]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
When: 16 April - early May, most likely.
A - Business as Usual
[Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.
As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.
Blink and you'll miss it.]
B - Another Perspective
[On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.
There's no sky. The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide. If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.
There's no sky. And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home. She remembers that part. (Though honestly, would it really matter? There's nothing really to go back to--)
If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]
C - And Then There Were Assholes
[By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight. This is what happens to outcasts, anyway. She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.
"Gorgeous skin, right? So pale--"
"And that hair--"
"She'll make a fortune, sell her to the right place--"
Oh. The more things change... she's not stupid. But she just follows, eyes dark. Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn. It's not like anything different would have happened at home.
...so intervention would be welcome.]
D - Catch-all
[For any time after the events of the 23rd. One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit. She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way. I can roll with whatever!]
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(There are advantages, to being one of the High Elves, born in Valinor and bathed in Treelight. One of them is the ability to tell the fact that gunshots hurt a lot to shelve it until he has time to deal with the injury. Because damn it that hurts a lot and he is going to have to collapse later and Maedhros is going to yell at him.)
He doesn't break stride, moving with a vicious speed to draw the longsword in the spin back to Makie, lunging forwards.
(That sword should be too heavy to wield one-handed, but Maglor does not appear to have any problems wielding it in his left)
Despite his injury Maglor is viper quick, and agile as a cat, his eyes a blazing silver as he dances between his enemies, no quarter offered or spared, and the blade shines with a cold fire ]
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She would now, if she had a weapon. (Ironic, that she's clutching a weapon to her chest and doesn't realise it.) But the most she can contribute to Maglor's fight is removing herself from the fight-- therefore removing herself as a possible complication, and she turns and sinks her teeth right into the knuckles of the hand of the thug holding on to her. When he yelps and drops her by instinct, she scurries right out of the way and vanishes down the alley with remarkable speed, leaving him without his shield.
Maglor might take some other injury here, but people don't generally explode into violence like that after being shot and these men (and one woman) are skilled, but no match for a High Elf. Please don't die. In the meantime, she'll just.
Hide behind this trash can nearby and watch.]
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He's Singing, by now, throwing confusion and distraction and illusion in their eyes, Songs to take minds and twist them.
(he probably shouldn't be using those out here in public, but it may not be a battlefield, yet there is a child at stake)
In concession to Mikleo and Sorey, if any of them break and run he does not chase, but those who stand he cuts down without mercy. Absently, he catalogues his injuries - one to the shoulder, another to his side, one that nicked his face, nothing fatal - and dismisses them to be worried about later. He won't stop until the last slaver is dead or fled, standing panting in the center of the carnage ]
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Some die anyway, of course. But eventually, Maglor is left to his own devices, bleeding and alone at the end of the alleyway.
Makie watches him from her hiding place, and he probably knows exactly where she is, and she knows it. But she doesn't make any move to come out. Just in case.]
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Not yet ]
Child, are you well?
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...that's not very honourable at all.
She doesn't answer the question. But after another long moment of worried deliberation, she edges out of her hiding place, padding back up to him to see how bad it is, though she'll stop just out of arm's reach. She knows how to treat injuries. Maybe she can help.]
...
...thank you.
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There you are. You are welcome, youngling. I am glad you took no ill. Give me but a moment, and I will see about getting us both back to more hospitable climes, eh? I just need a moment to gather my strength again.
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If he'll let her, she'll bandage the gunshot wound, at least. She's skilled enough at doing so for a child.]
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[ He agrees with her wryly ]
But we need to get you to safety too, eh?
[ He lets her work though, reaching to help her pull the makeshift bandage tight, wondering at the familiar shamisen and eyes ]
You have good hands. [ he approves, but there is something sad about that knowledge ]
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She steps back when she's done, though, collecting the shamisen again, looking a little unsure.] Is there anywhere safe?
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But if we can get to the ships, I think there will not be any danger there, and there are healers there, also.
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Do I have to go on the ship to get home? To... [He's got some similar fine featuring, but he's not one of her own countrymen. Definitely not with those odd ears.] To Japan...?
[Can she even get home from here? Honestly, she'd mostly thought she'd died.]
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I do not think the ships go there, little one. They ply the void between the stars, and venture not to our homelands.
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It... really doesn't bother her. Maybe that means Fuki can go home. She looks at the ground.]
Where do they take us?
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Our final destination I do not know, but to date it has seemed more like wandering from place to place. Perhaps it is all about the journey.
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[She's rolling with it. Obviously there's a place for everyone, even if that place is stay out of the way.]
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Most of us simply go about our lives as best we can.
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Even girls?
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[ He says gently ]
Whatever you want to do, little one, so long as it hurt none.
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Makie considers this place, with its loud din and its chaos, and gives a small nod. May as well. This place certainly isn't home. Maybe the ships are a way.]
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Then I suppose I had best gather my strength so that we can hobble back to safer environs, eh? I do not think it would be polite [ Or feasible ] ...to ask you to carry me! So - I should introduce myself, hm? Maglor at your service, lady.
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O...Otono-Tachibana Makie.
[Maybe he'll know who she is, too, the way the old man did. Her fingers worry at the front of the peasant dress. She'll know soon enough.]
his face inside is this icon
Lady Makie.
[ He smiles and sketches her a short bow in return ]
Well, Lady Makie, I fear I must borrow your shoulder to help me to my feet, but I think I will be able to manage after that.
lmao
Hah.She nods at the request and hurries forward to assist him up.] There's healers on board?He is wondering if this is contagious
There are, and some very good ones too.
and then Maglor turned into a child and everything went to hell
the temptation is real (also good place to end you think?)
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