melodiesofeternity | (no subject)

Who: Castor, and maybe you!
When: Throughout June
Where: All over! But mostly around house C-03 and the Curti Centre
What: Monthly catchall for Castor!
Warnings/Notes: None so far

1] Things we lost in the fire
Castor’s kept to herself following the foray into the Dream Width, not engaging with the new souls found, nor does she linger once the airships land safely once again. For not being a sneaky sort, she’s pretty good at just vanishing.

Towards the end of the day though, an astute set of eyes might notice her up on the roof of one of the Curti Centre buildings, silently regarding the airships, and those coming and going.

2] Anyone have a Gyshal Green?
If you’re anywhere near the C-block of housing, there’s a new Wark in the neighbourhood! Look close and you can spot the ivory feathers of a new chocobo! Sometimes it’s just chilling in the yard, sometimes it’s napping quietly against Castor (who is probably just as quietly napping out in the sunshine), but it always seems even tempered if a bit aloof...Do you have a treat for it?

3] Something Something praise the sun
Despite the occasional complaint to the neighbours, Castor really was one to rise early. In the small yard of C-03, she stretches and drills and finds herself keenly missing the striking dummies from back home. Sometimes she prays, even if The Twelve can’t hear her here. If you’re out for an early morning run, maybe she’ll join you?

4] PUNCH PRACTICE (for Hunk)
Early one afternoon, the following message comes in over the network.
hunk if you want to learn some hand to hand meet me at the curti centre in one hour and ill teach you.

5] BYOPrompt!

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"Mm. I don't blame you," Vax says. He frowns -- and then he steps up to join her, since she invited. He steps beside her, and turns to look sideways at Castor. He considers a few things in his mind, turning them over back and forth.

"If it were me, and I had to show people things I'd experienced, I would have fucking hated it," he decides on. "So... I'm sorry that we all saw that, whether you wanted us to or not."

"Coulda been worse, I guess. Ifrit was a fright but he wasn't the worst by a bloody malm. Wasn't my finest moment but what can ye do."

She peers up at him for a moment, studying and clearly recognizing the wheels turning behind his eyes... then offers the bottle.

"Guess ye got lucky and didn't fall into yer own memory huh?"

"Mm. Yeah. It sounded like you'd gone through some shit," Vax says. The temptation to ask more is there. He tries to ignore it, because that historically ends badly. He takes the bottle, then, and has a sip from it.

"Yeah," he says. "I could see a few it'd be. None of them would be very good."

Something with his father, if he was unlucky. Or maybe the Briarwoods nearly killing him -- or the Chroma Conclave shattering Emon -- if he was. What the fuck was his life?

"That thing," he adds. "It turns people into its thralls?"

"Yeah. S' a primal. Usually a point o' worship for whoever summoned it. Figure o' legend, god, protector, whatever. They're made up completely of aether an' willpower - the more people pray to 'em, the stronger they get. When a Primal doesn't have enough followers, it just makes more. Temperin' it's called, and it's permanent."

She takes the bottle back, and drinks a long deep drink out of it before continuing.

"All those fools ye saw who were taken by it? All of 'em put to death when rescue finally came. Only way te give'em any peace at that point.

"IF not yer own memory, then did ye fall into anything besides mine?"

"Shit," Vax swears, softly. "That's horrible. But... you weren't?"

He frowns, as he considers that -- considers the burden it would be. His eyes widen, slightly, as it sinks in. He knows that burden; of all of Vox Machina, Vax'ildan knows best what it's like to be picked by fate.

"...Yeah," he adds, quieter than before. "I did. It was... this fucked up place. It was dark. And a voice was there--it said we would bring ruin. And darkness. It said we were the harbingers of the end."

"Mmm. I've got somethin' called the Echo. My buddy Shain, with the ears?" She pauses to gesture little cat ears before continuing, "'es got it too. Does a few things but most importantly means we can't be Tempered. Not entirely sure why, but I've got a few ideas. 'S...'s why I can do what I do, really. Lackin' that vulnerability makes me a pretty good godslayer."

She takes another drink, but pays close attention to Vax's explanation, and she frowns in contemplation when he finishes.

"Well if that ain't a bad omen..."

"A godslayer," Vax says, a little softly. It's hard to imagine -- for all the things he fought, he could never call any of them gods. He rubs his hand down his face, before he nods. "Chosen by fate, I guess. Or dumb fucking luck."

And then he tilts his head. He frowns, but nods.

"...Yeah," he says. "I don't think this place is all light and innocence. There's something out there. Something they don't know about. It... gave me something." He pulls his iMog slate out, and extends it.

It has three Jobs. "...That."

"Sommat like that, aye. Echo ain't unheard of, but it ain't common."

She declines to elaborate further, instead taking Vax's iMog slate. She studies it a minute before frowning, clearly rereading the contents of the screen a few times to make sure she understands properly. It sets her ill at ease, and her frown does not lift as she hands the slate back.

"This uh...Ye shown anyone else this?"

"Not yet. Others who were there have it, too--we're going to show it to Ganeshan, too."

His eyes narrow down at the slate. "...I've not had the guts to change to it and see what the fuck it is."

"Can't say I blame ye. Jes' lookin' at it gives me a bad feelin'. You uh...Ye let me know what the fishman says about it, ye? There might only be a handful of ye with it now but if it spreads...well, who knows. Especially if it's as ominous as it feels te be. I jes wanna keep an eye on it, at any rate."

She's about to take another drink from the bottle, but thinks twice and hands it to Vax instead.

Vax takes the bottle; the liquid swirls around, and then he takes a swig. He looks back at her, his head tilted. He raises an eyebrow, before he nods. "It's my thought. I might dump it, though."

He frowns.

"Last thing I need is some forbidden fucking knowledge biting me in the ass," he says.

"Aye, I'm with ye on that one. Probably better that you have it than me; I'd be tempted te keep the bloody thing out of sheer curiosity until it blew up in my face."

Ah the invincible attitude that being immune to divine brainwashing can give some people.

Vax cracks a smile, at that. "Yeah, sounds a little like you, Castie. I'm too damned twitchy about this shit to play with it."

"I could pitch ye off this building, I hope ye know," she grumbles around a smile of her own. "Ye probably only weigh thirty ponze or so."

"Yeah, I'm a fucking stringbean. I bet you'd get some good height, too," he answers, with a widening grin.

"Think I could hit an airship wiv ye?"

"If I held my arms up above my head, yeah. Like an arrow."

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one day he will walk away three tags into a scene and that's it, that's the whole show, right there

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