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epidemiology2016-04-01 07:59 pm
futurologists) wrote in epidemiology2016-04-01 07:59 pm
Entry tags:
- ! alastair npc,
- ! event log,
- achilles (iliad),
- adrien agreste (miraculous),
- ahad (the inheritance trilogy),
- ana ramir (original),
- anakin skywalker (star wars),
- aradia megido (homestuck),
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- ban (the seven deadly sins),
- bariyan e kodhi (original),
- chrollo lucilfer (hunter x hunter),
- daenerys targaryen (asoiaf),
- dipper pines (gravity falls),
- evan friave-goodlace (original),
- ford pines (gravity falls),
- garnet (steven universe),
- gintoki sakata (gintama),
- graham humbert (once upon a time),
- helga sinclair (atlantis),
- hellboy (hellboy/bprd),
- jason todd (dc comics),
- keats (folklore),
- kida (atlantis),
- king (the seven deadly sins),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- melan blue (brigadoon),
- misaki yata (k),
- morty smith (rick & morty),
- nicholas st. north (rotg),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- papyrus (undertale),
- pearl (steven universe),
- rhys (borderlands),
- rick sanchez (rick & morty),
- riku (kingdom hearts),
- sakura kinomoto (cardcaptor sakura),
- sigma klim (zero escape),
- sorey (tales of zestiria),
- steven quartz universe (steven universe),
- undyne (undertale)
EVENT ★ EXPLORATION
 With the storm gone, the water surrounding Komo has calmed considerably. Much of the affected area is in ruins, but thanks to ALASTAIR, a large contingent of Komo survived the disaster. However, with parts of Komo uninhabitable, they need to be able to reach Nalawi’s other islands. With their technology so limited due to dependence on their Gifts, it’s all they can do to build a few tiny, shoddy canoes, powered solely by elbow grease. They only fit two regular-sized people (but four Nalawi), and the wait time is long, but they do the trick. If you aren't willing to wait, you can always try to get creative. Strangely, though, anyone trying to use their magic to cross the waters will find that their powers are beginning to dampen. Similarly, anyone with superhuman abilities at all will find them waning, albeit at different rates. Those without any special powers at all will be completely unaffected. But that's nothing to worry about, right? It’s time to see the rest of Nalawi. PU’ULAI PU’ULAI is the centermost island of the archipelago and by far the largest. Most of the travel between islands is to and from Pu’ulai, as it’s the cultural hub of Nalawi and the location of Nalanni’s largest temple. It’s very populated during the day, but isn’t a residential area and clears out once the sun goes down. The first thing you'll notice is that the deer hate cats. The citizens of Komo are far more likely to let it go, but if you have anything slightly cat-looking with you here, at best, you'll be yelled at. Some Nalawi try to start fights, and no one but Komoans will allow cats anywhere near their homes or inns. Recruits might notice children running away from cats, screaming, "Dakal!" THE TEMPLE, referred to as Nalanni’s Garden, is closest to the Nalalona volcano on a neighboring island. The regular ash from it was viewed as a good omen from Nalanni, who’s rumored to live within the volcano, but it’s been months since anyone has seen any activity from it. The temple is dark as obsidian, which is coincidentally what it’s made of. There’s a copious amount of brightly colored flowers around the temple, hence the name. The gardens are free for anyone to walk through, as is the temple. One image is constant throughout the temple: an inhumanly large, vaguely feminine being made in stone and fire, a walking volcano. It would be easy for such a woman to look frightening, but she looks welcoming and caring, arms outstretched to embrace her children. Inside the temple are more murals of Nalanni, but also some curiously unrelated to her. They depict the Nalawi fighting against large, predatory cat-creatures, finally culminating in their enemies attacking Nalalona. This is when Nalanni reappears, striking them down. The temple is tended to by several Nalawi of varying ages, all very welcoming to strangers, especially those they’ve heard heroic tales of. News traveled fast once the Komo villagers crossed the waters and spread the news of their timely rescuers. There are plenty of Nalawi in the temple, making offerings and asking Nalanni to return to them -- some are hopeful, but others appear desolate. CITY HALL is where the ten members of the Council convene. No one is allowed in, as they’ve been discussing the changing state of Nalawi nonstop for days. There’s a group gathered around the hall each day, hoping their leaders will emerge and announce their plans, but nothing has happened yet. It’s a good chance to sit around and listen, though -- you’ll quickly find out that Nalawi is a meritocracy; the Council have the strongest Gifts of anyone in Nalawi, determined by a nationwide competition to prove their worth every time a seat opens. Some of the more disgruntled deer whisper that some must have lost their powers by now and no longer deserve to sit on the Council. A few arguments are beginning to break out around the city hall, and even a few scuffles. Luckily, their weakened powers have also dampened the damage they’re able to deal, and no one has been injured too badly. Just try to be respectful -- otherwise, you might upset the wrong person. Those hooves can hurt. ELSEWHERE, there's a marketplace where traditional Nalawi clothing can be bought, among other things, inactive spas shut down due to dormant volcanoes, and maybe -- if you’re very lucky -- you’ll stumble upon a ferry that still works. It’s unlikely, though, and haggling with its owner will be difficult. You could always steal it, but you wouldn’t do that, would you? You can always explore the SURROUNDING ISLANDS, which are mostly residential areas, similar in theme to the parts of Komo that haven't been destroyed. Oh, and if you're disrespectful to the islanders or were at any point rude to the people in Komo, you might wake up to find a bunch of tiny, adorable Nalawi around your bed, swinging around bars of soap in socks. Don't worry, they won't actually do anything but threaten you for a minute before storming out. ...Yet. The moral of the story is 'don't mess with the Nalawi.' OOC INFO The entire map of Nalawi is now available to characters. Updated location information can be found here. |
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[He clears his throat, awkwardly.]
Fine. Okay. [He says, like she had to force the information out of him.] I'm somewhere in the market. Near some kind of clothes stand, I think? I don't even know.
...Honestly, Olivia, you don't need to worry about me. I'm doing alright.
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I'm afraid it's already too late, Mr. Keats — I've been very worried about you for a while now.
[ while she may not know the extent of which he relies on magic to live, she knows he uses it, and after all she's seen happening to those that do, she does not want to risk it. ]
Please don't exert yourself too much.
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[But he can't stop her now, it looks like. He leans on one of the polls near a booth, folding his arms. Oh, how he wishes the ground could open up wide and swallow him now...though, in a way, he's glad that he's going to see her. It's been a while...]
I'm trying not to. [Time to push the topic off of himself.] How are you? Are you in a terrible state, yourself? One would hope you aren't...
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but since when has olivia ever been comfortable talking about herself? ]
Everyone else seems to be in far worse states, anyway...
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[He really doesn't want to find out that she's been running around sick just to help him out. She should take care of herself, not him, damn it.]
That they do...it's strange, isn't it? This sickness going around...
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...sickness?
[ mr. keats what ]
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Uh, the sickness! You know...people aren't feeling really well, I've noticed. I'm especially under the weather. Haven't you noticed that?
[Keats, you have a lot to learn about what that "sickness" really is.]
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and then a sigh. ]
Mr. Keats... [ how to break this to him gently... ]
The only people feeling unwell are those who use or live off of magic. The magic in this land has been draining since we got here — it was only a matter of time till it affected us as well.
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[He says, with a laugh (and then a short, wheezing cough), like he's expecting what she said to be a joke, and he's waiting for the punchline. It doesn't come, of course.]
Oh, come now, lack of magic doesn't explain this. It's a virus or something, plain and simple, I mean...that's what the symptoms look like...
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Can you still do any of your tricks?
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[He reaches out a hand, concentrating, willing, trying to draw upon any of the Folks that usually come so quickly to his bidding...and nothing happens. He tries again, furrowing his eyebrows, feeling his head aching with pain...and nothing comes of it. It feels like he's trying to click on a lighter over and over again, vainly realizing there's no lighter fluid to produce the flame he desperately needs.]
[His voice sounds a little hollow when he finally speaks - he stares down at his open hand, like he's trying to find some answer he knows isn't there.]
...No. I can't.
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[ softer now, her tone, and filled with heavy sympathy. true to her word, she gets there within a few minutes' time, and the moment she spots him, she doesn't even hesitate to rush right for him, reaching out so that her hands clasp unto his as if instinctively.
she is looking up at his face with critical, worried eyes, so intense in her gaze that is is almost enough of a distraction from the male lion cub circling around her feet. ]
How are you feeling?
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[Someone's holding his hands. His attention snaps back to reality as he meets Olivia's eyes with his own. Ah, what a gaze...he feels he can't escape it (not that he ever wants to, really...)]
Oh. Hey. [He says, trying to smile in an attempt to give off the impression that he's doing alright. He's not. He looks pale, abnormally so, and looks like he hasn't slept in days. Even as he clasps her hands, there's a tremble in them he can't hide.] I've been better.
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Why are you so stubborn?
[ it's both chiding and pleading, but it's clear there is no real bite to her words. she can't even imagine what might have happened had she not sought him out herself... ]
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[He can't help it, he wants to say, but he knows she won't be happy with that answer. Honestly, he's just used to bearing the brunt of everything the world throws at him. He's never known a life without ever experiencing that. He gives her a look which, momentarily, is altogether fond.]
[He suddenly notices the lion cub, though - he raises his eyebrows in slight surprise.]
...Who's your friend?
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[ but as his attention shifts, so does hers, and she spares a moment to glance down at the lion cub who has perched himself at her side, staring up inquisitively at keats. ]
This is Saffron—
[ she pauses, an idea striking her. she glances back at keats, brows lifting. ]
Would you... like to meet him?
[ whether or not he does, olivia has already begun to lower herself (and, in turn, keats himself) down to the ground... ]
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Saffron? Like the spice? [Well, he can certainly see why she named it that, because of the color...and oh, now she's pulling him down. Okay. This is a development. He won't complain, though, and will just go along with it - he'll do whatever Olivia wants him to do.]
[He leans forward to peer at the lion, a smile pushing at the edges of his mouth.]
Where did you get him? I don't suppose they have lions for sale around this place, do they?
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No, I'd received him right before we left Oska. King Gilgamesh has been gifting them to those that wanted them. I thought I'd offer to help where I could.
[ carefully, she lifts a hand to his forehead, then down to his cheek, feeling his temperature. ]
Do you feel dizzy at all...? Weak?
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Ha, he's quite the gift giver. Never thought that would extend to pets, though.
[Especially something as far out there as a lion. But then again, the man was quite extreme with his tastes - this isn't really a surprise. His thoughts about Gilgamesh are interrupted, though, by the gentle touch against his forehead and cheek, and he can feel his ears burn. He almost feels like a sick child getting doted on by a concerned parent, and it's a feeling that's strangely far too familiar, for reasons he doesn't understand.]
...Weak, I suppose. [He says, quietly. It's the closest he'll get to admitting he's sick. He sighs, reaching a hand out towards Saffron, but pausing to give a questioning look at Olivia.]
Er...may I? Touch him, I mean. Hopefully he won't bite...
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He wanted to make sure they had good homes. I would think anyone would, in that position.
[ she sees him reach out towards the lion, prompting a faint smile on her lips. when he asks for permission, that smile only grows. ]
Of course. Let him sniff you for a moment, and when he's ready he'll bump his head against your hand.
[ just as she said, saffron curiously comes closer towards the outstretched hand, sniffing tentatively at his fingers. large amber eyes stare up at the man, and after what seems like a long, long moment, saffron gives keats' hand a gentle bump of his nose. ]
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[He lets out a slight chuckle as the lion accepts his touch, gently moving his hand to rub over Saffron's head. Even though he's in such a terrible state, just being here with Olivia and this little cub somehow calms him down. He lets out a pleased sigh.]
...He's lovely. [He says, but he isn't looking at the lion as he says it. He's looking at Olivia.]
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but once it dawns on her, she cannot help but let out a light laugh of her own, mostly in her expense. ]
Oh — y-yes. He is. I'm — [ her cheeks color, and her gaze averts. ] I'm quite fond of him, yes...