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[ if richie enters one of the souvenir shops at the boardwalk, he will be immediately greeted by the sight of Eupha turning away from a rack of sunglasses wearing a pair(?) of these. ]
...
Oh, excuse me! I hope I'm not in your way.
...
Oh, excuse me! I hope I'm not in your way.
[I'M LOSING IT.]
...No?
[Hi there. Uh. Sort of nods and smiles, incredulous but politely so.]
Neat shades.
...No?
[Hi there. Uh. Sort of nods and smiles, incredulous but politely so.]
Neat shades.
Ah — well, even considering the clothes shop before, they do seem well prepared to treat us all. Very specifically so in fact.
[Okay. Look.
Richie has had the time to look the profiles over so he has seen a pretty picture of a young lady with one special feature, peering out just above her brows. He has been bracing for it, they can't keep missing each other forever.
It's been a bumpy road. He'd kept more to himself day one, day two started edging out. The fuzzy folk aren't so bad, they're just coming in a hairer package than he's used to.
(just like that day in July)
But eyes. It really had to be eyes. Richie takes a soft inhale, keeps his expression even. Hates how the smell of fresh-broken fortune cookies hits his nose, even if he knows damn well it's psychosomatic. Rot. Stinking blood.]
Mustari? Can't say I've heard of it.
[(needle piercing the broad black pupil)]
Is it hard to come by stuff made for you abroad?
[Okay. Look.
Richie has had the time to look the profiles over so he has seen a pretty picture of a young lady with one special feature, peering out just above her brows. He has been bracing for it, they can't keep missing each other forever.
It's been a bumpy road. He'd kept more to himself day one, day two started edging out. The fuzzy folk aren't so bad, they're just coming in a hairer package than he's used to.
(just like that day in July)
But eyes. It really had to be eyes. Richie takes a soft inhale, keeps his expression even. Hates how the smell of fresh-broken fortune cookies hits his nose, even if he knows damn well it's psychosomatic. Rot. Stinking blood.]
Mustari? Can't say I've heard of it.
[(needle piercing the broad black pupil)]
Is it hard to come by stuff made for you abroad?
[Easy now. She's just a kid. And he's just a jumpy little fucker, making mountains out of molehills. If he were a betting man he'd guess she took an almighty amount of shit for her third eye already, if not from home then from here for sure. It's not fair to pin his paranoias on her.
And look at that. She just about says as much. His gut gives a funny twist, and his friendly smile falters. At least it's appropriately timed. He clucks his tongue with a proper frown now, feeling no small amount of shame.]
Kind of a tale as old as time, isn't it? There's always someone getting pushed to the side.
Forgive me though — what is a mustari, exactly?
And look at that. She just about says as much. His gut gives a funny twist, and his friendly smile falters. At least it's appropriately timed. He clucks his tongue with a proper frown now, feeling no small amount of shame.]
Kind of a tale as old as time, isn't it? There's always someone getting pushed to the side.
Forgive me though — what is a mustari, exactly?
Mm.
[He nods, clucking his tongue.]
I can't say we had anyone like you back home. It's looking downright boring compared to the likes of you all. What was it about your faith that got people all squirrelly?
[He nods, clucking his tongue.]
I can't say we had anyone like you back home. It's looking downright boring compared to the likes of you all. What was it about your faith that got people all squirrelly?
I'm sure there is much that's interesting about your home.
There are a few reasons that we are disliked by the Sanctists... first of all, because we believe in a different God than they do. But I think what truly disturbs their leaders are the relics and knowledge we hold... as they are evidence of a history in contradiction with that which they preach.
There are a few reasons that we are disliked by the Sanctists... first of all, because we believe in a different God than they do. But I think what truly disturbs their leaders are the relics and knowledge we hold... as they are evidence of a history in contradiction with that which they preach.
Maybe in the cineplex.
[Since that's where the only derring do and pixie dust exists.]
...Ah. Yeah, that same old song and dance. You got a story we don't like to hear, and you're praying to gods we don't care to preach. It goes much the same way back home too, in different degrees.
Of course our "gods" aren't half so active as anyone else's here. Or at all. Kind of makes all the squabbling over them sound twice as foolish.
[Since that's where the only derring do and pixie dust exists.]
...Ah. Yeah, that same old song and dance. You got a story we don't like to hear, and you're praying to gods we don't care to preach. It goes much the same way back home too, in different degrees.
Of course our "gods" aren't half so active as anyone else's here. Or at all. Kind of makes all the squabbling over them sound twice as foolish.
[ what the fuck is a cineplex. ]
Is that so...? That's a shame, to hear it is similar in other lands...
I once read a story about a place where all people are as one tribe, and all are free to believe as they choose. I wonder if such a place exists among our worlds, or if it was truly just a fantasy...
Is that so...? That's a shame, to hear it is similar in other lands...
I once read a story about a place where all people are as one tribe, and all are free to believe as they choose. I wonder if such a place exists among our worlds, or if it was truly just a fantasy...
There are theoretically places you can do that, yeah. My country for one, it's supposed to be the Land of the Free.
Problem is, you can never stop people from being assholes. We're improving on a broad scale, but person to person? That's much trickier stuff.
So what is it about your history they're not wanting to hear?
Problem is, you can never stop people from being assholes. We're improving on a broad scale, but person to person? That's much trickier stuff.
So what is it about your history they're not wanting to hear?
The Sanctists claim that they alone have the truth of the origin of our world, but we mustari have knowledge of the World Before, a history from before the beginning of our history. We preserve what we can of the old world, while they would have it buried and forgotten.
[ It's been a few hours since our dead announcement and Eupha's in the mansion common area, looking at her phone. ]
It seems there is still no word from the angels... I suppose we will need to wait for tomorrow to learn anything more.
... I'm not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime.
[ depressing. ]
It seems there is still no word from the angels... I suppose we will need to wait for tomorrow to learn anything more.
... I'm not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime.
[ depressing. ]
Me either.
[He's looking frazzled. Low in colour, and his hair tousled by a hand going through it roughly once every half hour. Here he goes again, as if rubbing his dome is going to jumpstart his brain into high gear.
Too bad. He's still coming up stumped.]
Where were you? You get caught up someplace unexpected too?
[He's looking frazzled. Low in colour, and his hair tousled by a hand going through it roughly once every half hour. Here he goes again, as if rubbing his dome is going to jumpstart his brain into high gear.
Too bad. He's still coming up stumped.]
Where were you? You get caught up someplace unexpected too?
I heard a bit about it. Who all was there? Did you get a headcount?
[He purses his lips.]
Charlie was stuck with us in the showers. Me, her, Elysia, Shadowhart, Anders. Marcoh. Yves and his two buddies, Lucas and Adolphe. Claude...Hawke...
[He shrugs.]
She fell asleep, same as the rest of us. Then in the morning, she was gone.
[He purses his lips.]
Charlie was stuck with us in the showers. Me, her, Elysia, Shadowhart, Anders. Marcoh. Yves and his two buddies, Lucas and Adolphe. Claude...Hawke...
[He shrugs.]
She fell asleep, same as the rest of us. Then in the morning, she was gone.
I was there with the brothers, Basilio and Fidelio. We also saw Taair, Zhongli, Firefly, Mizu, and Neverah. I suppose that's eight.
[ we've already accounted for more than half the game with these two locations. your fking shower curfew i stg. ]
I wonder if she went out to the beach on her own...
[ we've already accounted for more than half the game with these two locations. your fking shower curfew i stg. ]
I wonder if she went out to the beach on her own...
So it's a clash of popular knowledge and an inconvenient knowledge.
[You know, getting into all this theological territory has really done wonders for his queasiness. His focus still flicks back up to the third eye more often than he'd like, definitely more than is polite. But at least the subject's grounding. Something to round her out rather than let her stay an ill omen in his irrational mind.
That said?]
...Hey, it's not bumming you out to drag up all this dirt for me, is it? We can talk about something else, I don't mean to kill the mood. You were just shopping after all.
[You know, getting into all this theological territory has really done wonders for his queasiness. His focus still flicks back up to the third eye more often than he'd like, definitely more than is polite. But at least the subject's grounding. Something to round her out rather than let her stay an ill omen in his irrational mind.
That said?]
...Hey, it's not bumming you out to drag up all this dirt for me, is it? We can talk about something else, I don't mean to kill the mood. You were just shopping after all.
[PAZU DID I REALLY MAKE YOU START THREE PCS FOR ME IN A ROW?? SHAKES...MY MANNERS...]
Actually the offerings are for us, kiddo.
[He looks over her cloak, which is reminding him of his youth...the actual 60s...my god...but also he'll crouch by the tree and start to look through the gifts.]
People put gifts for their family and friends under it, and come the big day they open them all together.
Actually the offerings are for us, kiddo.
[He looks over her cloak, which is reminding him of his youth...the actual 60s...my god...but also he'll crouch by the tree and start to look through the gifts.]
People put gifts for their family and friends under it, and come the big day they open them all together.
[still though the principle!!!! but also she's allowed she looks cute as hell]
...Well, here, I wouldn't know. This is all some faith, trust and pixie dust nonsense. [Pulling a couple aside, looking for nametags. Hm hm hm.] At home, it's your folks that do it.
Ah! Here you go. "Euphausia", correct?
[Lightly tosses her a package.]
...Well, here, I wouldn't know. This is all some faith, trust and pixie dust nonsense. [Pulling a couple aside, looking for nametags. Hm hm hm.] At home, it's your folks that do it.
Ah! Here you go. "Euphausia", correct?
[Lightly tosses her a package.]
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