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quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
MOD LOG #1
MOD LOG #1
Packing Up
Content Warnings: General tension
Themes: Survival, exploration, heavy-lifting
At the end of the month, the natives send out a mass message informing everyone of the upcoming trip to 'meet' the Sound Eaters. Preparing for the trip is simple, though labor intensive, and begins with making certain that everyone packs food, water, clothes, gear, and a twenty-pound package of sand. When it's time for the journey to begin, those tasked with watching the sandpaths, will lead the party on the journey towards the Eiffel Tower. It's a slow trip, a careful one. Natives will take breaks every few hours and when the sun sets, help everyone to set up their bed rolls around a few lanterns. The natives will unveil the star mapping feature, with constellations named and general history attached, on the devices. They will encourage those to tell stories, get out food and water, and 'talk' amongst the group before everyone settles into sleep. Out, under the night sky, the silence is more noticeable - there are no crickets or frogs. This process will repeat for two days until the group reaches the end of their destination at midday.
Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Disorientation, confusion, character and native death, Sound Eater birth and death, body horror
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, death
On the third day, characters will finally reach the Eiffel Tower, where the Sound Eaters in this area of France have set up their 'home'. Stopping far enough out to allow for communication, the natives will gesture to the ruins of the structure that appears to be altered. Structures are built up and around the metal frame, closing off different sections with a dark material that glints an oily-green in the light. After explaining that the Sound Eaters are influenced by the weather, rain being an issue for them, they'll take everyone closer. Silence is key here. The natives are visibly wary, tense, and uncomfortable but they believe that showing the arrivals what they're so afraid of will inspire them to be more cautious.
Now, as close to the Sound Eaters as they dare to go (less than a half mile), the natives will have everyone crouch down behind various cars and debris. The devices will say only one word, watch. As the sun begins to set and clouds darken overhead, the tower will open up, the Sound Eaters spilling out. They are split up, as the natives refer to it, into classes - the young, the shifting and the matured. The young are extremely sensitive to sound, volatile and aggressive, humanesque in form with features in various state of change. The shifting are grotesque, splitting and reforming, changing from young to matured in a shift that is punctuated by pained screams and the breaking of bones, splitting of flesh. The matured are in control. They command and guide their kind into a circle, where they all bend down, kneeling as something different than the rest comes out of the tower to stand at the center. The wind catches, dusting up red ash from it and blowing the ash towards the group - there's no way to move and it tastes familiar, coats your skin in red. They all grow quiet and a wrapped form, in the shape of a body, is placed at the Sound Eaters' feet. It crumbles, breaks apart and sprays out over the wrapped figured to completely cover it.
The shards of the Sound Eater bubble up and fuse together, creating a shell. Rain begins to fall. Light, but enough to cause the Sound Eaters to begin to move, pushing against one another but not leaving the circle. There's a shrill sound, an offbeat whistle, air escaping a tight space, a desperate inhale, and then the shell at the center splits apart. A Sound Eater died to create a new life. Smaller than the other young, the 'child' climbs up and out, but it's not the same as the others. It's form is generally human. Dark hair, androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Standing, it angles its head towards the matured and they move, as if on command, and surround it as it walks into the tower.
( If anyone makes noise at this point, in any way, the coming bad weather and what just occurred, will result in the Sound Eaters only attacking that person - rather than the whole group. They'll drag that person into the tower and out of sight. The character will be reset. )
The natives are upset. Spooked. They've never seen anything like that and they're quick to tell everyone this, followed by a hasty message to leave. As they're moving, the rain begins to beat down and the ground grows slippery. Making it back to the supplies is troublesome and just as the group gets close, one of the natives slips and tumbles down broken concrete, twisting and smacking against the hard surface until they come to a stop at the bottom. Anyone that goes to help will find that the native has hurt themselves and there's nothing that can be done, despite best efforts. The natives will take the time to wrap their friend up, relaying that the Sound Eaters don't attack now that the rain is heavy, and will begin the slow trek back to the community. They'll camp each night, the same as the trip up, but with an uncomfortable tension that no amount of story telling can break.
It's Raining Me- Rain. It's Just Water.
Content Warnings: None
Themes: Survival, fun, noise-making
After everyone is back in Reims, the natives will split off to bury their dead - they will not allow anyone to accompany them. Everyone is encouraged to head back to the community to get a break from the bad weather and to unload their supplies. The following day, the natives can be heard outside. Splashing and making noise, fixing houses, and what might have been a somber event will quickly turn into something a little more upbeat as rain beats down on the city. Children will play and occasionally laugh, stunted in their ability to enjoy themselves but willing to learn from the arrivals. Bigger items will be moved and natives will encourage everyone to do the 'noisier' things that they need to do. When the rain ends, work will resume as usual and soundproofing will be a lot more difficult - the water washed away sandpaths and damaged some areas. Cleaning up will take time but the natives aren't as unhappy with the situation as they just had a moment's respite from the normal tension of their everyday lives.
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her expression immediately turns from confused to sheepish upon following his line of vision. oh. oh. was she that obvious?
much as she wants to keep pulling her weight for the trip, she knows any fumble from her could spell trouble for the others. with a nod and a look that expresses both gratitude and apology, lorem heads closer to him so she can place her bag of sand on top of his.
with her arms free from the load, it gives her the chance to reach for her and device and type a message for him: ]
Thank you and I'm sorry. I promise to pay you back somehow.
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Just as it was back then, there's absolutely no judgment from him. He's just glad to help, and it isn't just a matter of believing she's going to fumble... Though he'd prefer nobody get hurt in any way?
Ah... he'd, at the very least, try signing something back to her, but he's resigned to simply gesturing with his head -- he's going to continue walking, and he'll gladly walk with her!
Fortunately it isn't too much longer before they hit their first rest, and he'll be giving a nice long stretch once he's able to put everything down. Phew.
But, after that, he turns towards her. He pauses for just a second, and then slowly signs: ]
How are you feeling?
[ He's trying to get practice in where he can, but he'll gladly grab his device. If she seems confused, he'll immediately send the message that way. ]
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now that she's no longer focused on just keeping herself from falling over and getting everyone killed, she has time to get a better look at the helpful young man. she rubs the sweat out of her eyes so her vision isn't marred and... oh! she does remember him. that helps her relax even more, recalling how friendly he had been during their conversation.
the fact he knew about his abilities and took it in stride helps.
after they get to their stop and they've settled their things down, lorem sees the movement of his hands and begins to look intrigued. she's been studying a bit of sign herself. some of the townsfolk she's been helping with their clothes with had kindly offered lessons in payment of her work. it'll be nice to use them in a real conversation.
she flashes an apologetic smile as she slowly, slowly signs back a reply: ]
Fine. Tired. Feel like fainting but could be worse.
[ at least she's being honest. there's no way she can say nothing is wrong when her face is still red despite getting a chance to finally catch her breath. ]
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So, he feels bad for not considering just how much this really could be on her.
Akira is giving her a smile of sympathy, before he glances down for a moment in thought. His healing magic does restore physical strength, so... ]
Want me to see if my magic can help with that?
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[ she's definitely intrigued by the offer. it is something like what alex can do when she has a stress fever of sorts…?
she gives this some thought but is quick to decide - why not? a lot of strange things have happened before and she's come out of it, more or less, in one piece. what's the worst that could happen?
lorem is quick to ignore the nagging, insistent voice that sounds a lot like a fretting aesculapius...]I see why not? You've been nothing but kind to me so far. I trust you! [ she punctuates this with a friendly smile beamed his way, showing that she's willing to give this a shot with an open mind. ]
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All right then... He's lifting his hand, the tips of his fingers resting against his forehead for a moment. She'll see a translucent figure behind him as a glowing mask momentarily flashes across his eyes - it's all very short-lived...
But in the moment that these things appear, they're both surrounded by a warm and soothing light... If all goes the way it typically does, she should feel rejuvenated.
The mask and lady disappear as he releases a very quiet sigh. He wasn't especially fatigued, but he does feel better...
... Though, his main concern was her. ]
How's that?
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but quickly as it had began, the strange sight before her ceased it was only the two of them again. lorem looks down at her arm and gives it a good pinch to make sure she isn't dreaming or something.
when she gets his message does she only realise how her muscles no longer feel as strained or tight a few seconds prior. her face lights up in a smile, full of relief and gratitude as she looks back at her companion. ]
I do actually!
Thank you! I admit- That was not what I was expecting when you offered your help.
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I'm glad you feel better.
And it's not usually what anyone expects. It took me a while to get used to it, myself.
They're called Personas. I have eleven of them, and each one has different abilities. Everything from healing to protecting myself or someone else.
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she looks up at him now, her smile, bright and cheerful, threatening to split her face with how wide it is. ] That sounds amazing.
They're like guardians saints then! Those who watch over an individual and grants them some measure of safety through a domain or skill of theirs.
How wonderful. I'm glad you still have them with you here. It must be nice to have company from home. Especially those you know who are by your side.
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[ There's a small smile. ]
I'm really grateful I was able to keep them here. Having them means I can heal and protect people.
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[ she looks uncomfortable when admitting this to him - the mental images in her head a daunting and terrifying one - but confronting it makes her appreciate akira's willingness to help her even more.
he didn't have to help her. all he had to do was keep far and away when she inevitably stumbled or fell. but he chose to help and that mattered a lot to her. ] Is there anything I can do in return? Anything at all? I want to pay you back in kind somehow.
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Besides, I enjoy helping people like this.
[ 100% serious and genuine. This kind of thing makes him feel useful.
(And feeling useful is... well. Better than a lot of feelings he's felt in his lifetime???) ]