Waystation Mingle Log!

[twocomplex]

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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[radiantwingedone]

{VR: 1, 2, 3, 4 or a .5 with a number-}
[ Duke looks in the dome itself only once – this seems like a space too many would be drawn to, so he finds himself a room instead.

Perhaps the thing he missed most in Paradisa was freedom to roam with his abilities. So, he sets out to do just that. Walk the world he knew, if with a bit more jumps at first. Revisit the places most important before simply spending hours walking over a terrain who knows when he would see again. Refresh the colors in his memory, maybe he could manage an illusion of these places later. Where to start?

Something familiar. Well, most familiar is the Garden on Tarqaron. He had been there, most recently. He paces in, the room scrolling to keep up with him, building the cobblestones and stairs into better detail with a few annoyed words, then hedges out of flowering. The stone arches and crystal pillars he edits a little as well. The sky taken over by a twisting purple-red shape. Duke pauses, looking over the level. The blue-white wall that chirps, running with symbols of his formula. He removes that with a word – not only does he not want to look at it, it was the wrong color and annoying with inaccuracy. It's too empty here, the place where he had faced the Guild, it lacks the feeling of new mana, the spirits flitting about are light and nothing more. So he turns, starting to walk.

With a word, he's in a town. Halure, which he had passed on his way to Aspio, to underneath where Tarqaron lay dormant. He walks the path to the base of the tree, stares up at its branches laden with pink blossoms, the room making the section about him and leaving the rest as like murals. Another word advances the season, and he stands in a cascade of pink petals before turning and stepping away.

Another word, and he's in the neck of a cave. The faint green glow of the aer krene brings a faint smile to his face, and he keeps walking. Lilies grow in the pale green light, which seems to be the water. Duke stops and stands in the Releweise Hollow, the oldest aer krene of Terca Lumireis, looking a pained sort of relaxed. It's… not quite right, the scent is too much like lightning and flowers than aer and flowers, the charge to the air is wrong. It's enough to have him frowning before long, and he turns to walk away.

Only to stop abruptly, as otherwise he would find out how the virtual reality room deals with cliffs. Ehmead Hill lays behind him, untouched by the Heracles, and he turns, suddenly urgent, to look at a stone that is clearly placed near the edge.

It's still there, and Duke crosses over before freezing. Suddenly uncertain, he slowly takes steps toward the edge of the forest, and sits on a fallen tree. He'll... be here, for a while. Staring at the ocean past the headstone. ]

(OOC: pick a place, or a transition. I just wanted to link spam because pretty game.)