Streets | Residential District | 9:00
BGM: SimCity 3000 - Night Life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6d1CdRhwmI
After more than 15 minutes of walking, Deus and Dahlia turned a corner to see the very clear border between the residential district and the Scrapyard District. One would likely wonder why they'd be so close, but Dahlia decided not to pursue such a mystery. The world around her was confusing enough as it was.
"There it is, Dahlia. The Scrapyard district. Want a weapon, before we go in?" Deus asked.
"Uh... yeah... sure... some sort of gun, I guess?"
As soon as Dahlia spoke her wish, an older weapon, an M1911, appeared in her hands. It felt rather hefty and unwieldy, but that could be attributed to Dahlia having never used a firearm before. She figured it couldn't be too hard to figure out though.
"How's that?" Deus asked, refraining from creating his own weapon.
"It works... aren't you gonna make your own weapon?"
"Nope. Not yet. Gonna wait until we're actually attacked. If they don't know who they're dealing with, they might leave us be."
Deus's logic was sound enough to Dahlia. She hoped he was right. The two made their ways into the Scrapyard district with caution.
[IC] - Fantasia
11/17/2015, 05:41 AM #72
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 8:44 AM
"Ah, yes! I do!" Pio nodded when Yosho asked for proper bandages as she showed him an entire roll of fresh bandages she bought from the general goods store. For a proper hospital it wouldn't mean much, but for Pio, a single roll of fresh bandages meant the difference between a patient living to see another day and a patient dead because of possible contamination.
"Here, have a seat and I'll reapply the bandages for you." Pio offered a wooden chair in its' disrepair for her patient to sit on while she walked into what was presumably the bathroom... or what passes for one. "I'll need to quickly wash my hands. Wouldn't want any germs to get into those wounds now do we? Hehehe..."
"Ah, yes! I do!" Pio nodded when Yosho asked for proper bandages as she showed him an entire roll of fresh bandages she bought from the general goods store. For a proper hospital it wouldn't mean much, but for Pio, a single roll of fresh bandages meant the difference between a patient living to see another day and a patient dead because of possible contamination.
"Here, have a seat and I'll reapply the bandages for you." Pio offered a wooden chair in its' disrepair for her patient to sit on while she walked into what was presumably the bathroom... or what passes for one. "I'll need to quickly wash my hands. Wouldn't want any germs to get into those wounds now do we? Hehehe..."
11/17/2015, 08:26 PM #73
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 8:45 AM
"Ah! Yes I do!" The girl seemed to perk up. She moved a bit before grabbing a worse-for-wear chair and setting it up, "Here, have a seat and I'll reapply the bandages for you."
Huh? Yosho was about to say before the girl cut him off with her sterling personality. Yosho couldn't bring himself to speak while she was. For just a moment he felt his throat choke up and demand he listen to her words instead of protest what he had found awkward before.
"I'll need to quickly wash my hands. Wouldn't want any germs to get into those wounds now do we? Hehehe..." The girl left to a side room, perhaps it was another room for patients? Yosho didn't recognize its purpose. He could tell where important things, such as an eating space, and a living space were, but a good portion of the home was alien to him. Come to think of it, most of what the home was made out of seemed awkward as well. When was wood so smooth? Where were the nails? Yosho's eyes began to dart about and find each inconsistency with this world's home, and his own world's homes. His eyes were like lightning, taking in everything they could before Pio could get too far from her original location.
Reapply bandages?
"N-no. I'm fi-." Wait.... Yosho looked down at his chest. He had been shot with one of those things, after all. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he would have completely forgotten about an injury, either. Sure enough, the bandages were bleeding through. Oops. "Oh..." He exclaimed.
With a sigh of disappointment in himself, Yosho rose to his feet and went over to the chair and had a seat as instructed. The girl didn't seem very shocked by the bodies. Judging by the condition of the home, it was likely she lived in a less than favorable location. If that were the case, she was probably also used to death.
"Ah! Yes I do!" The girl seemed to perk up. She moved a bit before grabbing a worse-for-wear chair and setting it up, "Here, have a seat and I'll reapply the bandages for you."
Huh? Yosho was about to say before the girl cut him off with her sterling personality. Yosho couldn't bring himself to speak while she was. For just a moment he felt his throat choke up and demand he listen to her words instead of protest what he had found awkward before.
"I'll need to quickly wash my hands. Wouldn't want any germs to get into those wounds now do we? Hehehe..." The girl left to a side room, perhaps it was another room for patients? Yosho didn't recognize its purpose. He could tell where important things, such as an eating space, and a living space were, but a good portion of the home was alien to him. Come to think of it, most of what the home was made out of seemed awkward as well. When was wood so smooth? Where were the nails? Yosho's eyes began to dart about and find each inconsistency with this world's home, and his own world's homes. His eyes were like lightning, taking in everything they could before Pio could get too far from her original location.
Reapply bandages?
"N-no. I'm fi-." Wait.... Yosho looked down at his chest. He had been shot with one of those things, after all. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he would have completely forgotten about an injury, either. Sure enough, the bandages were bleeding through. Oops. "Oh..." He exclaimed.
With a sigh of disappointment in himself, Yosho rose to his feet and went over to the chair and had a seat as instructed. The girl didn't seem very shocked by the bodies. Judging by the condition of the home, it was likely she lived in a less than favorable location. If that were the case, she was probably also used to death.
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.
11/19/2015, 10:02 PM #74
Library | Scrapyard District | 8:57 AM
Valerie took Anthony to the staircase and turned to face Avi. "Hey, I'm sorry for being meddlesome, I didn't know it was like that... We'll be in one of the rooms upstairs, I needed to talk to Anthony about something anyways. Just...call us down when you're ready." Valerie continued up the stairs and beckoned Anthony to follow. He quickly did so as they headed into their room.
Valerie took Anthony to the staircase and turned to face Avi. "Hey, I'm sorry for being meddlesome, I didn't know it was like that... We'll be in one of the rooms upstairs, I needed to talk to Anthony about something anyways. Just...call us down when you're ready." Valerie continued up the stairs and beckoned Anthony to follow. He quickly did so as they headed into their room.
It's always me doing the tedious things...
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
11/20/2015, 10:30 AM #75
Library | Scrapyard District | 8:58AM
Joel nodded absently while leaning on the window. It reminded him of his time back in the hospital, but he felt too weak to change his position.
Once the siblings were a decent distance a way, Avi spoke up. "Is that why you like Magpie so much? Because she reminds you of your sister?"
Joel shifted his view to a corner of the glass where he saw Avi in the reflection, her back turned to Joel and still looking through the books. "Maybe, I don't know. I guess she does look like Miu in a way." Joel paused and turned his attention back to the abandoned street. Without thinking, he let a thought slip through his lips. "I want to see them again."
Avi reshelved the book she was holding and sighed. "I know you do, but there's no way back. The only thing you can do is forget your past and enjoy the new life this world has given you. Alright, Joel?"
"I'll try."
Last edited by Lunasa Prismriver; 11/22/2015, 12:37 AM. Joel nodded absently while leaning on the window. It reminded him of his time back in the hospital, but he felt too weak to change his position.
Once the siblings were a decent distance a way, Avi spoke up. "Is that why you like Magpie so much? Because she reminds you of your sister?"
Joel shifted his view to a corner of the glass where he saw Avi in the reflection, her back turned to Joel and still looking through the books. "Maybe, I don't know. I guess she does look like Miu in a way." Joel paused and turned his attention back to the abandoned street. Without thinking, he let a thought slip through his lips. "I want to see them again."
Avi reshelved the book she was holding and sighed. "I know you do, but there's no way back. The only thing you can do is forget your past and enjoy the new life this world has given you. Alright, Joel?"
"I'll try."
11/23/2015, 11:08 PM #76
Scrapyard District | Some Outer Junction | 9:05 am
Dahlia was rather offput by the abundance of gunfire echoing in the distance. She kept on Deus's heels and her head on a swivel, fearing for her life in this apparent warzone. The occasional bullet would impact with a pile of junk or sheet metal nearby, but Deus seemed to absentmindedly navigate them safely through the wreckage and to their destination. After 5 more minutes of walking, they arrived at a small home that clearly had seen a considerable amount of traffic.
"Is... this the place, Deus?"
"Yep. This is her home. Looks like she's been busy today!"
(Posting paused from me until Alayo and Wriggle get to 9:10 am)
Last edited by Kilelicus; 11/23/2015, 11:13 PM. Dahlia was rather offput by the abundance of gunfire echoing in the distance. She kept on Deus's heels and her head on a swivel, fearing for her life in this apparent warzone. The occasional bullet would impact with a pile of junk or sheet metal nearby, but Deus seemed to absentmindedly navigate them safely through the wreckage and to their destination. After 5 more minutes of walking, they arrived at a small home that clearly had seen a considerable amount of traffic.
"Is... this the place, Deus?"
"Yep. This is her home. Looks like she's been busy today!"
(Posting paused from me until Alayo and Wriggle get to 9:10 am)
Sometimes I feel like the only normal person here
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
Hazmer Baybee
11/25/2015, 09:54 PM #77
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 9:10 AM
Pio brought out some warm water in a plastic basin and a relatively clean rag to begin the process of cleaning the wound on Yosho's body and reapplying the bandages. It wasn't a wordy process: with occasional silent glances going about as Pio first took off the old bandages, then dabbled on the wound with the water-soaked rag, and finally applied the newly bought, clean gauze around the wound to not allow any infectious germs to reside on it. A simple procedure that took about 20 minutes to do, but it was better than leaving the old bandages on.
"There you go. That bandage will hold for a long time." Pio announced the end of procedure as she stood back up, now-smaller roll of gauze on hand. "Would you like some soup as well?"
Pio brought out some warm water in a plastic basin and a relatively clean rag to begin the process of cleaning the wound on Yosho's body and reapplying the bandages. It wasn't a wordy process: with occasional silent glances going about as Pio first took off the old bandages, then dabbled on the wound with the water-soaked rag, and finally applied the newly bought, clean gauze around the wound to not allow any infectious germs to reside on it. A simple procedure that took about 20 minutes to do, but it was better than leaving the old bandages on.
"There you go. That bandage will hold for a long time." Pio announced the end of procedure as she stood back up, now-smaller roll of gauze on hand. "Would you like some soup as well?"
11/26/2015, 06:23 AM #78
Library | Scrapyard District | 8:59 AM
Valerie closed their door and sat on the bed. Anthony sat next to her.
"There's nothing to worry about Val, I won't get hurt.' Anthony told his sister with a reassuring face. "As long you're here, nothing bad can happen. I was also fine by myself before you got here."
"You were lucky back then. We were both lucky. The men that chased us didn't have any guns, but if they did, they didn't use them. We might not be as fortunate against the person we're after, and I can't protect us with just these powers, especially against other deis. That's why, you're staying here."
Anthony's smile faded and he nodded silently.
Valerie got up and headed for the door. "I'll try to come back when we have Deus or when I know enough for us to live without worrying about getting in trouble. If you need anything, ask the owner. Just don't go outside the library, okay?"
"Okay... Come back soon Valerie, it's lonely without you."
"I know." Valerie said before leaving.
Valerie closed their door and sat on the bed. Anthony sat next to her.
"There's nothing to worry about Val, I won't get hurt.' Anthony told his sister with a reassuring face. "As long you're here, nothing bad can happen. I was also fine by myself before you got here."
"You were lucky back then. We were both lucky. The men that chased us didn't have any guns, but if they did, they didn't use them. We might not be as fortunate against the person we're after, and I can't protect us with just these powers, especially against other deis. That's why, you're staying here."
Anthony's smile faded and he nodded silently.
Valerie got up and headed for the door. "I'll try to come back when we have Deus or when I know enough for us to live without worrying about getting in trouble. If you need anything, ask the owner. Just don't go outside the library, okay?"
"Okay... Come back soon Valerie, it's lonely without you."
"I know." Valerie said before leaving.
It's always me doing the tedious things...
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
11/27/2015, 06:50 AM #79
Library | Scrapyard District | 9:10AM
It took Avi quite some time to find the correct book. It was an old book with the cover so faded that it was almost impossible to make out the title. Avi didn't intend to read it, of course, but it was the key to opening the secret passage that led to an elaborate underground network in which the Valkyrie Magpie resided.
"Joel, I found the book. I'll open the door soon."
Joel stood with an exhausted sigh, memories still lingering in his mind. He wordlessly shuffled to a spot next to a bookshelf and a wall but still in view of the library owner.
Standing at the bottom of the staircase leading to the second floor, Avi shouted to the siblings. "Valerie, Anthony! We're ready now! Meet us down here when you're ready!"
It took Avi quite some time to find the correct book. It was an old book with the cover so faded that it was almost impossible to make out the title. Avi didn't intend to read it, of course, but it was the key to opening the secret passage that led to an elaborate underground network in which the Valkyrie Magpie resided.
"Joel, I found the book. I'll open the door soon."
Joel stood with an exhausted sigh, memories still lingering in his mind. He wordlessly shuffled to a spot next to a bookshelf and a wall but still in view of the library owner.
Standing at the bottom of the staircase leading to the second floor, Avi shouted to the siblings. "Valerie, Anthony! We're ready now! Meet us down here when you're ready!"
11/30/2015, 04:17 AM #80
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 9:10 AM
Yosho let his mind wander about the "clinic" while Pio prepared and gathered the supplies. First taking in and undertsanding the surroundings, and then simply analyzing Pio and her movements. She was skilled in her craft, or rather dedicated. She seemed to lack formal training from a skilled physician, but her heart was in the right place. Enough time in the field had shown Yosho it was more valuable to have a caring medic than a good one. A injured man needed to be calm and loving person more than a skilled doll.
Pio had gathered a basin and a somewhat clean rag. Yosho removed his tunic without a word, seeming used to the field-work pio was preforming. Indeed, Yosho had been assigned a bodyguard from some religious cult of protector-women who had provided similar care to Yosho before. Although Arrows and bullets were fairly different. Yosho remained still through the procedure, able to shrug off the pain and retain an alien coolness about himself. Somewhere in the procedure, Yosho's mind left Fantasia....
Yosho's eyes snapped open. He looked around, but everything was pitch black. He was several hundred meters underground, or something along those lines, it was always dark. The fact that there was absolutely no light at all meant that it must have been time to sleep. He woke up? Yosho's eyes searched the void for some sort of answer, but they found no reply.
"Hello? I know you're there." He attempted to address the guard hiding in his room. "Can you talk?"
"So be it." A soft, feminine whisper came from across the room. Despite being across the room, Yosho heard her voice as if she was right next to him.
"Um..." Yosho didn't know how to respond to her reply, "have I been acting weird in my sleep at all?"
"Beyond the initial shock of seeing you sleep as a lifeless body, there have been no anomalies." She voice carried no passion at all. Although that would be hard to discern when you're whispering.
"Lifeless? Is it really that bad? I still breathe, don't I?" Yosho was curious, Lex and his guild were skilled, so in a dark, soundless room she'd hear him breathe, right?
"I had to approach you to hear your breath." It sounded like she wanted to say more regarding the topic, but Yosho dismissed it as him looking too much into things.
"I see. Um...thanks." Yosho frowned and laid back down. "Goodnight...."
"Be at ease, and rest well." She seemed to read the worry in his voice. Maybe she could even see in all this darkness.
Yosho awoke to a flicker of light. He rose immediately to face to potential threat, earning a slight shriek from the startled maidservant. She apologized and bowed her way out, bidding Yosho a good morning. Yosho looked around his room. Its architecture was a far cry from Pio's home. Pio's home had awkward pieces to it that seemed more advanced than even the Royal terrace, though. Yosho pulled himself off the bed and began to change into the clothing the maidservant had left. As he was pulling his tunic on, he paused a moment and called out, "Are you there....?"
"Yes." She replied.
"Do you stay here all night...--Wait do you watch me change, too?" Yosho turned to face the voice, or where he thought the voice was coming from. No one was there.
"That is correct." Again, an unnervingly short answer with little detail. Yosho was able to guess she'd been here in his room the whole time, though.
"Don't you sleep?" Lian still had to sleep like normal people, right? It didn't make sense for her to just stay awake and watch him every moment of her life.
"I sleep while you attend dinner a court with Mother." She replied, this time divulging a bit more information than before.
"Wait, so you're part of the royal family?" Yosho inquired an answer he already knew. "Doesn't the queen get upset when you aren't there? She complains about Corave all the time."
"Our safety is foremost." She gave another robotic answer.
"I see. Thanks...." Yosho would have to work on her more. She was a bit more than unsettling. Even when it was day, she whispered and remained hidden. This was only the second conversation he had had with her, though...if you could call it that. Yosho walked out onto the middle terrace and looked upward to see the violet hued skylight far in the distance, dotted with stars. It was nighttime, but for everyone down this far is was day. Yosho turned toward Lex's room and began in that direction. The halls and corridors were slowly becoming more familiar, and he could navigate his way to some places. He wanted to ask Lex about Pio's home.
Lex found Yosho in the corridors and gave a cheeky grin. "I hear someone's been having weird dreams again."
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 9:10 AM
"There you go. That bandage will hold for a long time." Pio announced the end of procedure as she stood back up, now-smaller roll of gauze on hand. "Would you like some soup as well?"
Yosho's body recoiled slightly as he was adressed, as if being shocked back into reality. Was it all just a dream? He couldn't make sense of the difference between the areas. That place was made almost completely of stone, and hundred's of feet below the surface. What kind of primitive world was he dreaming of?
He looked to Pio and smiled, "Only if you eat first. I already had dinner before coming here." He frowned in response to his own words. When did he have dinner? Was he thinking of dinner with the Royal family from the dream world? On that note...wasn't this place supposed to be the dream world? He'd need to speak to Cataminei, and quickly, at this rate.
Yosho let his mind wander about the "clinic" while Pio prepared and gathered the supplies. First taking in and undertsanding the surroundings, and then simply analyzing Pio and her movements. She was skilled in her craft, or rather dedicated. She seemed to lack formal training from a skilled physician, but her heart was in the right place. Enough time in the field had shown Yosho it was more valuable to have a caring medic than a good one. A injured man needed to be calm and loving person more than a skilled doll.
Pio had gathered a basin and a somewhat clean rag. Yosho removed his tunic without a word, seeming used to the field-work pio was preforming. Indeed, Yosho had been assigned a bodyguard from some religious cult of protector-women who had provided similar care to Yosho before. Although Arrows and bullets were fairly different. Yosho remained still through the procedure, able to shrug off the pain and retain an alien coolness about himself. Somewhere in the procedure, Yosho's mind left Fantasia....
Retreat To Another Dream
Grey's Mark Royal Terrace | Yosho's Room | Time UnknownYosho's eyes snapped open. He looked around, but everything was pitch black. He was several hundred meters underground, or something along those lines, it was always dark. The fact that there was absolutely no light at all meant that it must have been time to sleep. He woke up? Yosho's eyes searched the void for some sort of answer, but they found no reply.
"Hello? I know you're there." He attempted to address the guard hiding in his room. "Can you talk?"
"So be it." A soft, feminine whisper came from across the room. Despite being across the room, Yosho heard her voice as if she was right next to him.
"Um..." Yosho didn't know how to respond to her reply, "have I been acting weird in my sleep at all?"
"Beyond the initial shock of seeing you sleep as a lifeless body, there have been no anomalies." She voice carried no passion at all. Although that would be hard to discern when you're whispering.
"Lifeless? Is it really that bad? I still breathe, don't I?" Yosho was curious, Lex and his guild were skilled, so in a dark, soundless room she'd hear him breathe, right?
"I had to approach you to hear your breath." It sounded like she wanted to say more regarding the topic, but Yosho dismissed it as him looking too much into things.
"I see. Um...thanks." Yosho frowned and laid back down. "Goodnight...."
"Be at ease, and rest well." She seemed to read the worry in his voice. Maybe she could even see in all this darkness.
Yosho awoke to a flicker of light. He rose immediately to face to potential threat, earning a slight shriek from the startled maidservant. She apologized and bowed her way out, bidding Yosho a good morning. Yosho looked around his room. Its architecture was a far cry from Pio's home. Pio's home had awkward pieces to it that seemed more advanced than even the Royal terrace, though. Yosho pulled himself off the bed and began to change into the clothing the maidservant had left. As he was pulling his tunic on, he paused a moment and called out, "Are you there....?"
"Yes." She replied.
"Do you stay here all night...--Wait do you watch me change, too?" Yosho turned to face the voice, or where he thought the voice was coming from. No one was there.
"That is correct." Again, an unnervingly short answer with little detail. Yosho was able to guess she'd been here in his room the whole time, though.
"Don't you sleep?" Lian still had to sleep like normal people, right? It didn't make sense for her to just stay awake and watch him every moment of her life.
"I sleep while you attend dinner a court with Mother." She replied, this time divulging a bit more information than before.
"Wait, so you're part of the royal family?" Yosho inquired an answer he already knew. "Doesn't the queen get upset when you aren't there? She complains about Corave all the time."
"Our safety is foremost." She gave another robotic answer.
"I see. Thanks...." Yosho would have to work on her more. She was a bit more than unsettling. Even when it was day, she whispered and remained hidden. This was only the second conversation he had had with her, though...if you could call it that. Yosho walked out onto the middle terrace and looked upward to see the violet hued skylight far in the distance, dotted with stars. It was nighttime, but for everyone down this far is was day. Yosho turned toward Lex's room and began in that direction. The halls and corridors were slowly becoming more familiar, and he could navigate his way to some places. He wanted to ask Lex about Pio's home.
Lex found Yosho in the corridors and gave a cheeky grin. "I hear someone's been having weird dreams again."
Pio's Apothecary and Clinic | Scrapyard District | 9:10 AM
"There you go. That bandage will hold for a long time." Pio announced the end of procedure as she stood back up, now-smaller roll of gauze on hand. "Would you like some soup as well?"
Yosho's body recoiled slightly as he was adressed, as if being shocked back into reality. Was it all just a dream? He couldn't make sense of the difference between the areas. That place was made almost completely of stone, and hundred's of feet below the surface. What kind of primitive world was he dreaming of?
He looked to Pio and smiled, "Only if you eat first. I already had dinner before coming here." He frowned in response to his own words. When did he have dinner? Was he thinking of dinner with the Royal family from the dream world? On that note...wasn't this place supposed to be the dream world? He'd need to speak to Cataminei, and quickly, at this rate.
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.