Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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[noctiphile]

[He trespasses on accident and stays with purpose, enchanted by the endless night once described to him. It's easy to pin the memory, if not by description then by Lior herself, standing but a few feet away. He lags behind her, keeping a respectful silence between them. Letting her pay tribute. He's seen enough death to know the signs of mourning.

It's only when he thinks she's finished that he steps forward, clearing his throat in warning.]

Lioriley, I don't mean to intrude but I was enamored by the sights. Is this your city?

[He won't ask about the statues. Not yet, at least, though the temptation's strong.]

[invigorates]

[ so entranced by her own faux reality, lioriley doesn't even hear his approach until he clears his throat. it's then that she spins on her heel, wide-eyed as she faces him, back to the statues like her tiny figure will do anything to hide them. ]

Mattias! [ she squeaks out his name, fumbles to try and shift the images around them to something else - some other section of the city. She eventually decides on the snowy courtyard outside of the massive spiral tower where she once resided. good enough. ] It is - or a part of it, at the very least. I did not suspect this device could recreate it in its entirety.

[noctiphile]

An impressive feat indeed, though I'm sure I'd be stunned by the beauty of a small portion all the same.

[The statues aren't forgotten but they're pushed to the side. The snow is enough to distract him, though it feels differently than when Robin first showed him, a faint warmth lining the manufactured cold. Crouching, he sinks into the snow, enjoying the accuracy of the crunch. With a smile, he closes his eyes, chuckling.] I've dreamed of a place like this.

[invigorates]

[ she watches him intently, relaxes only when he changes the subject and seemingly forgets about the initial scene he saw. good. ]

You will not have to dream much longer, my friend. With this device, I can show you as much as I can of the city - for what it is worth, for being so artificial. [ no matter how artificial it is though, everything seems to be perfectly placed. the massive, spiraling stone tower overlooking the courtyard even holds the same indents and scorch marks left by young training mages. it's eerie, but comforting in a way. ]

Snow is unfamiliar to you as well, I take it?

[noctiphile]

Completely alien. [He dips his hand into it, watching as the snow forms a perfect silhouette around him.]

"With the darkness left the cold and all her children, fleeing to the nightmother's embrace." [Plainly recited, he glances upwards, scooping up a heaping handful of the snow.] An old version of the myth. Snow, winter's chill? They only exist in writing now, and old ones at that.

[He drops the snow and laughs in delight as it forms another hole. And here he thought it'd sit on top.] Contemporary sources don't speak of it. I think they prefer to pretend it forgotten.

[Standing, he wipes his hands clean despite them not being dirty.] A tour sounds lovely, Lioriley. And overdue, if I remember your promise.

[invigorates]

Your land was truly the opposite of my own, then. [ she wants to hear more of this myth, she thinks - hear it in its entirety if he is ever willing to recite it. maybe she'll ask when they're not going on virtual tours of her homeland.

until then, she smiles and offers a hand out to him once he's finished playing in the snow. which, by the way, she finds absolutely precious. ]

I do indeed. Shall we start at the beginning? [ and by that she means, shall they start at the front gates of the city as she switches the images once more. this time she adds in the npcs - elven knights clad in armor standing guard beside the heavy metal gate that leads into the city proper. the outskirts of the city seem to be surrounded by trees and a heavy darkness, where the only illumination is the faint dancing light in the distance that almost beckons them to venture there instead. ]

[noctiphile]

[Beckons is right. As amazing as the gates are, Mattias finds himself pulled in the opposite direction, drawn by both the darkness and the ethereal lights.]

Lioriley, what's over here?

[He can barely see and it's breathtaking. He finds himself falling for the illusion, walking to the limit of the room and touching the wall where the lights fade into the distance.] Can I see it? I hate to ask for a detour so soon but...

[He drifts off, distracted by the faint bobbing of the light.]

[invigorates]

Hm? [ she turns to face the forest as well, spotting the bobbing and weaving balls of colored light in the distance. ] The Godlands, just outside of Maligrae; 'Tis a vast, dangerous forest not many know how to navigate. [ but the way the images move and twist into what looks like a path, just barely visible before them, would indicate that lioriley is one of the few that does.

she can change it at will, but she still warns him: ] It would be wise to stay close. These woods are meant to confuse and disorient those who are unfamiliar with them.

[ on that note, she steps forward - lighting the path faintly with her leylines as she heads toward a particular patch of glowing orbs. which, upon closer inspection, seem to be tiny, fluttering creatures. ]

[noctiphile]

The Godlands. [He tastes the word, rolls it over his tongue and savors it. Such a good name.

He falls in step behind her, watching both her glow and her forest because, indeed, it seems to be hers. The creatures earn marked interest as well, but he stills that for now, pressing forward with his first curiosity.] And you? You seem familiar. Have you mastered this forest's trickery?

[invigorates]

In a sense, I suppose. I have traveled through them a great many times - and I have never once lost my way. [ she thinks it might have something to do with her magic, something that the gods gifted her kind to make sure they - and only they - learned the way through the forest. she doesn't know for certain though.

one of the fluttering creatures zips toward mattias, bounces around near his head and it sounds like it's whispering something in some strange language. ] And those are the Fae. They often assist in said trickery. [ jerks. ]