[Sandbox] Onyx Prairie - Western Quarter

[Envious]

Character Name: Farrah Tinkerspan
Date | Time: November 10 | 7:35pm
Location: Western Quarter - Hospital - Artanis
Wearing: hair, earrings, outfit, shield, boomerings
Tagging | Mentioning: Artanis | Azir, Marlowe, Meena

She wiggled in triumph, but it wasn’t as satisfying as it should have been. Really, it was hardly any fun to tease Artanis when he was wounded. But the alternative - showing sympathy or distress over his situation - seemed like it would have been much worse for a man who had a default setting of caustic. It was easy to fall into the expectation of ‘normal’ and act like things weren’t nearly as bad as they were, but seeing that tear…

She couldn’t fake it if he couldn’t.

The playful mask slipped from her face and she stood up as Artanis held his breath. There was a heartbeat of space where it seemed like she might leave - why else get up? - but she was sliding back on the bed, on top of the blanket, adjusting to fit the narrow strip of bed on her side between Artanis and the edge. She rest her head on her bicep which curled above Artanis’ head.

”Was a frightful thing,” she acknowledged. She didn’t share that she understood his fear. That she had lived it, submerged in water while watching a trail of her blood disperse in the water. The murky terror of seeing the last friendly leave a bubbly trail of noiseless screams as Hollow dragged them deeper into the ocean. Unsure of which direction was up, unsure of what hid behind the wreckage of the ship, unsure of if she had enough air or blood to make it back to the surface.

But she had, and so had Artanis.

”’Bet you was thinkin’ very practical thoughts given the situation you was in.” The tips of her fingers crept up to rest at his elbow. ”Here a new one fer ya. Will not forget how ya treated me when I was vulnerable. Meena, neither. You is a friend indeed.” It did make her wonder about how he treated Marlowe and the intentions behind it, but that was a rabbit hole to dive into another day.

Maybe it was a bit of what Azir had shared about Artanis’ past seeping in. Maybe it was a bit of what she had experienced in her own dire situation. Maybe it was a bit of genuine like for Artanis despite his rough exterior. Her fingers trailed down his arm to find his hand and hold it. ”You is stuck with me ignorin’ that grumpin’ o’ yers ‘n yappin’ at ya for the rest of that miserable life you gunna live. You isn’t never gunna be alone again.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Artanis Mellow
Date | Time: November 10th | Early Evening (~8:05pm)
Location: Western Quarter - The Hospital
Wearing: Surprisingly little
Tagging | Mentioning: Farrah |
She was leaving. Of course she was leaving. That was fine. People left. He didn’t need people. He certainly didn’t want them. It had been stupid, saying what he had. Artanis squeezed his eyes shut - only for them to open slowly as he felt his bed shift with her weight. The warmth of her body along his side. The feel of her fingers on his arm. What was he supposed to do with any of that? Not get all emotional again, that was for sure. The acknowledgement that it had been frightful, he took that and wrapped all of his emotions around it and let that be the anchor that dragged it to the bottom of his mind. Just a simple acknowledgement, that was really all he had needed. He did feel better after it, too.

“Friend?” He scoffed, lightly, half-heartedly, “I’ll deny it if anyone asks. Even if you. Especially Meena.” God the last thing he needed was that hulking silenus treating him like some pal and giving him hugs between classes. But he didn’t deny that he had done it for her, because, like he had made such a big deal about, Artanis didn’t lie.

Her hand wrapping around his was foreign. He swallowed and found his fingers wrapping back around her. He was drugged up, probably, people could forgive his rough guards being down for a moment. “Oh great,” he rolled his eyes and shifted his head back so that he was looking at her, face to face, nose to nose. She was so much closer than he expected. It froze the little mocking thoughts in his brain and they shattered into pieces, irrecoverable. “Well if you’re going to keep it up, make sure you throw in the occasional sultry serpent to keep it interesting.” It didn’t land the way he wanted it to, thanks to that little flustered moment.

Quickly, Artanis shifted his head back so he was staring straight up. He couldn’t do it, look into her eyes that close, not like this. There was too much inside right now. Not the least of which was because she promised he wouldn’t be alone. She couldn’t have known, could she have? Artanis’ gaze could have drilled holes into the ceiling. “Is he…” How did he ask what he wanted to? He grinded his head back against the pillow, his eyes closed, “Dumbass. Does he matter?” Artanis’ head didn’t move, but his eyes rolled to peek at her. He didn’t say it, but what he meant was: ‘Does he matter, to you’.

[Envious]

Character Name: Farrah Tinkerspan
Date | Time: November 10 | 7:35pm
Location: Western Quarter - Hospital - Artanis
Wearing: hair, earrings, outfit, shield, boomerings
Tagging | Mentioning: Artanis | Haim

Farrah let out a hum of amusement. She wasn’t going to argue with him, but she was clearly dismissive of the bricks he was attempting to stack back up to create his wall. It was too late; she was in and she knew it! A bit of time and persistent attention had done nothing to dull his sharp tongue against her thick skin, but the heat had been snuffed out of their hostile banter. And it had been too easy! So easy that she suspected that Artanis’ boundaries hadn’t actually been eroded by her constant presence. No, he had built a door in that wall and opened it up for her.

”Iffin’ you ask nicely,” she said with a grin, staring at his profile, ”could be convinced, I could, of another dance. How could me deny mine friend - such a hero! - his request fer entertainment?” she teased with a shake of laughter. She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. It was to spare him the intensity of her unflinching gaze if he chose to look her way again. While she saw how he clearly appreciated a little platonic intimacy even if he didn’t know what to do with it, she didn’t intend to overwhelm him.

She breathed in deeply through her nose at his question and let it out very slowly to fill up the time. She was unaware of his gaze as she scrunched her brows thoughtfully.

”Me think it matter that we do our part to solve the problem,” she said quietly. ”Ain’t every person be needin’ a second chance. Some choices made just ain’t worth the forgiveness. But Haim ain’t irredeemable. He just an idiot. Ain’t we all sometimes? Can forgive that, I can. Ain’t one not-great choice gunna make me turn the cold shoulder when he got a dozen other fine ones paintin’ me a proper picture of who he wants ta be. I like him. He mine friend. What that say of me to leave him at his lowest over one disagreein’ moment instead of doin’ me part to help him past it? That the important part - he wanna change. He wanna act right. So he be worth the investment of mine friendship. Yeah, he matter.”

Her body had tensed slightly as she rambled on. She was aware of the social landmine she was treading on - Haim had confessed to assaulting not one, but two people. Farrah understood the wrongness of what had happened. She felt very strongly about the unacceptable actions and Haim had the two black eyes to offer up as proof over their heated argument on the subject of the matter. But Farrah was simple. If Haim said he wanted to change for the better, she believed him. That was good enough for her to make the effort on her part to defend him, but she knew that it could potentially punish her other relationships.

She opened her eyes to find Artanis looking at her. There was a moment of fear before she willed herself into a passive expression. He had been the one to expose the whole ordeal! But she didn't back down; honesty was not always the best policy, but given how he had reacted the last time she called him a liar, he wasn't getting anything less than unfettered truth. "Ain't got much sense, but me got no shortage of hope when it comes to takin' a chance on people to do the right thing." She prayed Artanis could not feel the thump of her heart racing against his bicep as worry over how he might feel about her admission finally caught up with her.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Artanis Mellow
Date | Time: November 10th | Early Evening (~8:05pm)
Location: Western Quarter - The Hospital
Wearing: Surprisingly little
Tagging | Mentioning: Farrah |
Hero. Artanis scoffed softly. No one was going to call him that. And even if they wanted to, he probably wouldn’t have liked it. He didn’t think of himself like that. It wasn’t even how he wanted to be known - he hadn’t come to Hammer for that. But maybe a little attention, specific attention, from her, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Especially if it came in the form of seductive dancing. That wasn’t a treat he got to enjoy much, but he could certainly get used to it a little more. Maybe another time, when he could savor it a bit better. More than hero, it was friend, that Artanis didn’t know what to do with. Were they friends? He wasn’t sure he dared. He didn’t hate it though. “I’ll hold you to that.” He muttered.

Had Azir still been here - had anyone else been there - Artanis wouldn’t have asked. He wouldn’t have put her on the spot. He wouldn’t have shown that he thought her opinion mattered. But it did. Obviously, otherwise he wouldn’t have been laying in this stupid bed. There were a handful of reasons for it, but not the least of them was that he largely agreed with what she said - both that some choices weren’t worth forgiveness, and that Haim wasn’t irredeemable. And that he was an idiot. Artanis really resonated with that truth.

And that everyone was sometimes. Artanis knew that better than anyone.

It would have been easier though, had she said that he wasn’t. If she hated him, he could have written him off. His lips twitched. “He doesn’t deserve you.” Artanis said bitterly. But, another thing that Artanis knew was that lots of people had things they didn’t deserve. Not deserving something wasn't a criteria to be denied it. He sighed heavily. “Fine. He matters.” What that meant probably didn’t make sense, but it didn’t really need to make sense to anyone other than Artanis. “You’re a good friend.” He said, quieter. Meeting her eyes, Artanis let a little quiet settle between them. It was in that moment that he felt her heart. He couldn’t blame her for, what he assumed, was concern. What he said had been a bomb. It was easy for people to assume he had an agenda, a specific feeling toward it. But the truth was a lot more messy than that. For him, it always was.

“They’re going to find out, eventually.” He offered her freely, unprompted. “It’s going to hurt them. Especially your remaining idiot. She’s not going to understand.” Artanis took a deep, slow breath. He didn’t usually have such forward commentary for people. But she wasn’t just people, not to him. Damn, how had he let that happen? She really was his friend. It was nice. And deeply uncomfortable. But in an unfamiliar, rather than unpleasant, way. “I’d ask what your plan was going into this, but…” He either already knew, or just assumed that she didn’t have one - which would have surprised, likely, no one. “You better start coming up with a new one Thessa, before you’re the next idiot who needs someone like you to not give up on them.” Lying was only ever going to get her to one place. Eventually, everyone who used that tactic, got there. The bottom of a pit that there was no climbing out of.

Artanis didn’t want her there.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko | Everick
If you weren't heavily involved in the nightlife scene, you might never have known that Redline existed. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn't a place that advertised itself openly. This low profile was intentional, as the former owner, Everick Callous, preferred to keep a low profile. His strategy paid off, turning Redline into a legend through word-of-mouth alone. The club's exclusivity stemmed from its unique marketing approach: those who knew about it shared its location and details only with others who they knew would truly appreciate it. Redline wasn’t just another venue for a one-off night out; it was a sanctuary for those who thrived on the pulsating beats of heart-throbbing music, the vibrant glow of neon lights, and the electrifying thrill of dance. For the initiated, Redline was more than a nightclub; it was an immersive experience. The music wasn’t just loud, it resonated with your soul, each beat syncing with your heartbeat. The lighting wasn’t just bright, it transformed the space into a surreal landscape of color and motion. Every night at Redline was a sensory adventure, a journey through sound and light that left you craving more. Redline was for the true connoisseurs of nightlife, those who lived for the energy of the dance floor and the camaraderie of like-minded enthusiasts.

Redline’s former manager, now the owner, Lucio, was nothing short of a spectacle. As a Soul-capable individual, Lucio harnessed the power of active Arcanite to elevate his performances to extraordinary levels. With his unique ability to manipulate sonic elements in real time, he crafted an experience unlike any other, making each night at Redline unforgettable. Lucio's charisma and showmanship were integral to his appeal. On stage, he was a mesmerizing figure, his every move charged with energy and purpose. He didn’t just stand behind a DJ console; he danced with the music, moving fluidly across the stage, his presence electrifying the crowd. What set him apart was his seamless integration of rollerblading into his performances. Gliding effortlessly between three separate consoles, Lucio controlled every aspect of the evening's show with precision and flair. Each console was dedicated to a different element: one for sound, another for lights, and the third for special effects.

By the time they arrived, the night was already in full swing. The deep, resonant beats of the club reverberated through their bodies, just as Mir had promised, creating an almost visceral connection to the music. This wasn't the rock music that was a staple in the workspaces at Hammer; instead, it was a bass-heavy trap that carried an equally potent energy. On stage, Lucio was in his element, orchestrating the sonic and visual experience with his trademark flair. Tonight, he was joined by a captivating woman who added live vocals to the intense beats, her voice blending seamlessly with the deep basslines. The combination of Lucio’s sonic manipulation and her powerful vocals created a deep atmosphere that drew everyone deeper into the music.

As they made their way through the crowd, it was clear that Mir was a familiar face here. People recognized him instantly, greeting him with fist bumps and nods of acknowledgment. This was his scene, his domain, where he was more than just a patron - he was part of the fabric of Redline’s vibrant nightlife.

Mir turned to Koko and grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the wall-lining booths and tables out onto the dancefloor. The space was packed with nearly a hundred bodies, but Mir moved through the crowd like liquid, effortlessly finding gaps and spaces to navigate. Despite his agility on the dancefloor, dancing wasn't actually his favorite part of the night. He much preferred the intimacy of the booths, where he could hang out, chat beneath the music, and soak in the atmosphere. However, he wasn't about to bring Koko to a club without sharing at least one dance with her.

“You ever been to something like this?” he asked, leading her past a pair of men who were more engrossed in each other's embrace than the rhythm of the music. Mir shot them a quick grin before turning his attention back to Koko. “What do you think?” As they found a spot amidst the throng, the pulsating beats seemed to synchronize with their movements. The air was thick with the energy of the crowd, the music a living entity that wrapped around them. Mir watched Koko’s reaction closely, eager to see how she was taking it all in.

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots,  Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko beamed as the heavy beats of the music shook her to her core. Her gaze darted around the room at all the new things she'd never seen before. The electronic music thrummed in her hardware and caused her to feel the music even more than she was hearing it. The sensation elated her. What was worse was that everywhere she looked something spawned an idea in her mind. Most obviously as she watched Lucio glide across the stage in his skates. Ideas of slapping a rocket or two to those things swirled around in her mind, but luckily Mir pulled her away before her RPM could rise too much. She was already bouncing as he led her by the hand through the crowd. The night had barely even started but her jacket had already been discarded in the booth behind her as Mir pulled her deeper into the experience that was the Redline.

She watched as he greeted and rubbed elbows with what seemed like half the club at least. Koko wondered what it was like to be popular like that. And what better time to experience it, she thought. Instead of just taking his hand she pulled his arm in close and wrapped her own around his bicep. She was on his arm now quite literally and she used that to get what she wanted. She wished to experience what Mir was experiencing so what better way than to piggyback off the clearly very popular squire. She waved and smiled at all the patrons who acknowledged Mir, getting a generally good reception, although some were just confused. Still Koko was having fun even if it was make believe. She laughed hysterically as one patron gave her the finger in response to a “Howdy!” she’d let rip. Currently her mood was impenetrable.

“Never! This is amazing! Seems like you swing by a few times a week with how this crowd is lookin’ ta greet ya. You been holding out on me, Mister Popular Boy?” Koko winked as she separated from him when they found their spot on the dance floor.  She turned back towards Mir and without even a word of encouragement needed she was off and dancing. Her moves were ridiculous. In the cool, suave, hedonistic atmosphere of the club with everyone dressed in their finest clothes, ready to indulge in the pleasures of the night, Koko’s attempt at ‘The Robot’ stood out like a sore thumb. Her dancing was lame and tacky and yet still she danced with full confidence, finding the beat and romped around with it in the way only Koko could. She swung and spun around and the crowd around her naturally moved to give her a bit more space. Some of her moves were clearly supported by her shimmer as she twirled on one foot far too many times for gravity to allow without some tampering.

The two large strands of her hair swished around her as her normally messy mop was actually styled nicely for once. Her face, which was usually covered in grease and engine oil, was instead painted nicely for a change. And to Mir’s knowledge this would be the first time he had ever seen Koko in a skirt, let alone even seen her legs at all. Oddly enough her legs were one of the only parts about her that were mostly devoid of patchwork steel plates, although one down on her left shin was peeking out just above the top of her heeled boots. Why she didn’t show them off more often considering that fact was a mystery but for now her pale soft skin was on full display.

“So, savior of the Eastern quarter, when’d you become so fun to work with? I reckoned that we were like blood and water. Yet I ain’t stopped smiling since we started goin’ at it together, so what gives? What kinda ancient magic you pull?” Koko had stopped her wild dancing to slide up beside Mir a bit closer now. Close enough that a conversation could actually happen amid the roaring beats of the club. Even still though she had to lean down slightly to make sure she was in ear sort of him. In her 3 inch heels she was nearly half a foot taller than him.

[Envious]

Character Name: Farrah Tinkerspan
Date | Time: November 10 | 7:35pm
Location: Western Quarter - Hospital - Artanis
Wearing: hair, earrings, outfit, shield, boomerings
Tagging | Mentioning: Artanis | Haim

Surprise filled her. She had braced for a snippy response, but he had given her a most unexpected treat - a compliment! The tension left her body as she breathed in deep, heart swelling in response to the pleasant shock. Either Artanis’ brush with death had left him a changed man or he was going to be incredibly embarrassed when whatever drugs were floating through his system wore off.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was just being genuinely kind. That was the thought she preferred and she found herself smiling bashfully. Farrah hadn’t expected him to settle into his new-found friend role with such charming ease! It was enough to make her forget the sensation that he had come to some sort of decision as a result of their conversation. It had been an important feeling, but it was outshined by his tenderness and then completely forgotten by his unsolicited advice. Her smile faded and her eyes looked down towards the bed.

”Yeah.” She knew it. No lie lasted forever. ”Didn’t mean fer it to get like this. Just-” She was uncharacteristically at a loss for words, but she didn’t hurry to fill the space. She closed her eyes to hide the tears welling up and lay unnaturally still as she gathered herself. She had done this hundreds of times over the past two months - damming up the grief - and she hated how it was getting easier.

”Marlowe knows,” she finally said, ”what it like to wanna be somethin’ more. She’d understand. Eventually.” Certainly not at first. ”The only thing F-” Suddenly it became hard to say the name. ”The only thing she ever wanted fer herself was ta make a name doin’ good ‘n she can’t do that no more. How could me deny her that dream?” Her teammates weren’t the real issue, though. Her bold lie at the academy was nothing compared to her lie by omission back home. She curled up - just barely given the space. She didn’t want to face this.

”Ain’t fair. Ain’t fair. She-” her voice cracked, but she pushed through anyway, ”She. Be. Dead. She dead ‘n everything worse now! Me did think iffin’ I could keep this one thing of hers alive it’d make the world a better place. But I ain’t her ‘n I ain’t doin’ alright.” She let out one strangled sob before she sucked in a breath and held it in. The tears fell anyway.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Artanis Mellow
Date | Time: November 10th | Early Evening (~8:05pm)
Location: Western Quarter - The Hospital
Wearing: Surprisingly little
Tagging | Mentioning: Farrah | Marlowe
Well damn. He hadn’t really intended to make her all emotional like that. It wasn’t what he was good at. Was he supposed to hug her? That felt more close than was warranted. She commented about Marlowe, and Artanis’ lips opened to counter her, but hell, what good would that do? She wanted hope. Maybe she would understand eventually. What did he know, really? Artanis swallowed the commentary down. It wouldn’t serve anyone to tear her down. But that left him with no words, nothing to offer her except being still and silent, listening to her. Obviously, he had never known Farrah, but he knew enough to understand how painful this was for Thessa. The cracking of her voice made him grimace. Slowly, she could feel it, his head rolled to the side so he was facing her.

She was so close. He hadn’t really realized that, until he was staring at her closed eyes, watching the tears fall. “Don’t do that.” He muttered. “You’re…” This was awkward. It was so awkward. “Oh what the hell,” he grunted painfully and shifted harder, rolling over so that he was facing her. All the wounds on his front screamed at him, but he bit that back and tossed an arm around her. She wasn’t going to get a squeeze, that was just too much. But he let the arm dangle languidly around her, hand swaying just enough to halfheartedly brush her hair.

They had slept together, this couldn’t be that much worse.

His eyes closed. He thought deep and pulled something up from the depths. “Do you remember that time,” he hesitated. His whole body tightened. This was… Abnormal. But it was hers, so maybe that made it better? Okay? His brow pushed together, “You were sitting by the river with Farrah, and you were talking about her dream." Artanis huffed quietly, “You kept asking her all those questions about what she was going to do when she was a Champion. You were writing her legend before it happened, mapping it out.” He swallowed heavily, and shifted uncomfortably. The pain of laying like this wasn’t nothing, and Meena’s balm only did so much to numb it. “She had a question at the end, do you remember?” He knew that she did. “What are you going to do?” Her exact words.

Artanis sighed slowly and opened his eyes, “And after you told her, what did she say to you Thessa? That you were going to make every bit the difference she did.” It was too much, he rolled onto his back. His arm slithered over to her and flopped to his chest. “You’re not her. I don’t think she’d want you to be her. She’s dead, it’s not fair, but you’re here, and you are making the world a better place. You never needed to be her to do that.”

And maybe he should have let that be there. But there was that nagging in the back of his head. It was one part judgment, one part concern, “And maybe you’d be doing better if you weren’t trying to be someone you’re not, and spent that energy just being you.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
When Mir had seen what Koko had selected to wear for their night out, he had been more than a little enticed by it. He was smooth and subtle about the way he eyeballed her. She wasn’t a piece of meat, but he certainly liked what he saw. And he had taken notice that she had her legs on display; he was positive he’d never seen them before, and could figure out why she would bother hiding them. She looked good in a skirt! Besides, it wasn’t like he could say anything, his own outfit was intended to get what he supposed was the same reaction. It didn’t bother him in the slightest that she was taller than him, not even when she was boosted up in heels. Mir wasn’t conflicted about silly things like that. In fact, you’d be hard pressed to find someone as generally body positive as he was. Shapes were fascinating, and all of them could be attractive.

Not only did he like that she decided to integrate with him, he supported it! When Koko took his arm, he pulled her in close. There was no desire whatsoever to isolate her from the experience. He wouldn’t have brought her here if he didn’t want to share. Besides, he didn’t see her as something to try and hide. “Well,” he’d laughed softly, leaning over and tippy-toeing up to speak to her, “Almost every Friday, usually.” Sinking back to his feet, Mir casually explained that this was where he came to brush off the week of studies at Hammer. A night out to relax and re-find himself, to sort of reground in who he was outside of just being a squire. “I don’t want to just be the thing I do.” Mir added, as they found their way to the dance floor.

She was wild. Chaos. Energy. Fun. Mir appreciated that about Koko. She was uninhibited. True to herself. He almost envied it. At times it could be a bit much, even for him, but after the other night, Mir was learning that if she had something to funnel that into - and maybe someone to just direct her - she could be so much more than just a whirlwind. He gave her the space that she needed for her crazy movements, and loved the way that she played with her shimmer. Mir was of the opinion that too many people who knew their gift were entirely too stingy with it. And that was a shame when you had the ability to do something as fun as what Koko could do. He moved with her where he was able, and watched, happy to be her fan when it was less feasible.

Together, Mir half hoved his arms around her. Not so much encircling her as he just provided some containment for them. He snorted, but it didn’t make it out over the sound of the music, thankfully. His lips curled wryly. “If I’m a savior, so are you.” He wasn’t going to let her downplay that. Especially after what she had done to make sure the project succeeded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mir’s eyes half closed as he swayed to the beat, “I’ve always been fun to work with.” Confidence was not a thing he lacked for. And he liked the thrill of someone chasing after him. Even though it was subtle, the complementing of him, he adored it.

More than the compliment, he liked to hear that she hadn’t stopped smiling. Mir liked to have an effect on people. He liked to play into that, coax it as far as he could. “You know, I had noticed something different about you.” He leaned in and pressed against her front as the music got steady. The beat climbed, and as it did he writhed. The sensation was what he wanted. He lived for that casual sensuality. Behind the beat electronic tones built louder and louder until the whole thing dropped. Lucio’s lights flared and strobed the crowd. There was a roar of excitement even louder than the music for a second. “Do you really wanna know? Ancient ritual, dating back to the beginning of time.” Mir grinned and leaned in, toeing up again to reach her ear, “I think they call it… Becoming friends.”

He set back down flat on his feet. That felt true. He wasn’t sure he could place when exactly it happened. Sometime in the workshop, if he had to guess. When she was doing something inane and he had to stomp over and keep her from losing an appendage - or god forbid, keep her from making him lose an appendage! And because it was true, there was something else on his mind. Mir’s movements slowed a bit and he really looked her over. “Which reminds me, how are you?” His head tilted, curious and concerned. It probably looked like he was leering at her chest, but really he was drawing attention to that artificial heart hidden behind her top, “You know, I was really worried when you did that.”

[Envious]

Character Name: Farrah Tinkerspan
Date | Time: November 10 | 7:35pm
Location: Western Quarter - Hospital - Artanis
Wearing: hair, earrings, outfit, shield, boomerings
Tagging | Mentioning: Artanis |
The gentle request was ignored; she couldn’t just stop! She hadn’t even meant to start. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t just pretend that everything was okay. She couldn’t lie or deflect herself out of this situation when he just knew. And what a strange relief that he did! The burden of managing her emotions and the pressure of explaining the situation was gone. Thoughts of coming clean about her lie had danced through her head since the night he had said her name. She had almost confessed to Meena. But saying it out loud had been so hard. For her! The person who never shut up!

And then he was grunting and shifting and the mix of surprise, confusion, and guilt froze the tears and her eyes snapped open. Had she put pressure on his wounds by accident? She froze, not wanting to be in his way. Her hand hovered in the air as he moved - this sure was a lot of twisting for a guy who had a hole torn through his guts - seeking an opportunity to push herself off of the bed and move to the chair and give him proper space to recover. Her chance didn’t come. As he turned to face her fully, Artanis draped his arm over her. Wooden and awkward and so out of character.

She couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that erupted out of her. She trembled as the joyful cackle released the grief that had filled her. If she returned that hug she’d crack his ribs, so before that laughter could make Artanis think twice about his clumsy display of affection, Thessa was squeezing her arm between their torso’s, the palm of her hand sliding quickly up his stomach and chest and neck and through his hair to let her fingers curl gently on the back of his head to hold him steady as she pressed her forehead into his. She sighed, her breath sweet like chocolate and marshmallows. And then she was pulling away, her hand hovering over her initial trail across his body to eventually rest on her own hip. Her lashes were still damp, but his surprise attack of affection had halted the tears. By the Brothers did he look uncomfortable with the whole thing!

As he closed his eyes and teased a thought, Thessa took a good look at him. The tension at his brow made her fingers twitch. She would normally have given a reassuring touch - a clasp to the shoulder or a squeeze of the hand - but those options were clumsy or unavailable. Thoughts of encouraging him to speak died off as he did so, though.

Of course she remembered. She felt as if she couldn’t stop remembering; it was all she had left to do. But how did he know about her memories? She had made the conscious choice to not think too hard about the secrets Artanis revealed, but this seemed adjacent to her own gift from the Gods. Being able to catch a glimpse into the truth behind people’s motives came with its own burden of expectation. His ability seemed to reach far deeper than her own and she had no difficulty imagining how awful that could be, because he had brought up the very memory that made her realize how awful it was to know things.

’What are you going to do?’

‘Postpone the wedding!’

‘You would not dare!’

‘I have never imagined my future without you in it, and now you leave to go be a Champion in a foreign land. Stay! Stay with us! Be closer to home. Closer to me. I would not ask you to give up your dream. I just wish to be included in it.’

‘You are in it. You will always be in it. But your path is with Orym and it is going to make every bit the difference as my path. Children, Thessa! I will return in four years time to the see the home you have built with Orym and to visit my nieces and nephews.’

‘I do not wish to be parted with you. I will come with you!’

‘I do not want you to.’

She had seen through the lie and destroyed her life because of it. Whatever magic Artanis had was likely a curse. She had no interest in exploring just how deep this glimpse into her memory went. They had compromised - Thessa had been allowed to travel with Farrah as a last hurrah between friends and Farrah had made it abundantly clear on the boat that despite her true feelings, she would never dishonor her family by acting on them.

The truth, it turned out, hurt just as fiercely as the lie.

”You is right,” she finally responded. ”She ain’t want me to walk down her road ‘n…” Being a champion had never been something she wanted. That had been Farrah’s dream and she had chosen Hammer to find who she was without Orym and Thessa. The guilt that lingered was pushed away to think of other things. Her dream had been to be a mother. But now that she was here, coming to her own with Farrah or Orym…?

”Ain’t all sure who me be anymore. Suppose that the first thing fer me ta figure out.” She sighed. She supposed he knew the full tangle that would mean. Difficult decisions lay before her. A surprising amount of satisfaction came from being a Champion; it may have not been her original path, but it fit like a glove. But was it more important than what she had left behind? The life she and Orym had imagined building together was no less beautiful or fulfilling. But she needed to tell him the truth. ”Gimme some time. Will work on it,” she promised.

Her hand found his again, laying gently on top of it. ”Thanks,” she whispered. ”You is the nicest asshole I ever done met.”

end scene

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
As Mir slid up in front of her Koko naturally fell into his rhythm. She suddenly was pulled from her interpretation of the music into his. He had slyly and smoothly pulled her into his orbit and without even breaking the conversation they were having to boot. It was just another case that proved that Mir was good at leading Koko. She found her cheeks flaring slightly with a blush at the closeness. This wasn't something Koko had really experienced but she didn’t shy off or look away when it happened. Instead she had a big sloppy smile on her face as she dipped her head down so that she could continue their conversation without making Mir constantly strain on his toes to reach her.

“Mmm, there is a nebulous question if I ever was asked one. Right at the moment I'd say I'm ecstatic. Never better to be honest. This morning, coulda been better. The other night when you carried me to my bed, wasn't so hot. Or rather, I was, and that was the problem. All my systems were at %110 capacity. Reckon I won't need a charge for weeks. Lil Chi-Chi gets himself a bit a time off.” Koko's arms did the worm as she danced up on Mir and spoke. Her words could be heard from alternating ears as she bobbed her head around him. She definitely needed to come back here, she thought. Mir's comment about not being just what he did played over in her mind a few times as she continued to dance wildy, albeit a bit more contained now with Mir up on her. The idea of being something that wasn't just a squire was foreign to her. Koko had spent most of her life just struggling to be. Let alone be anything in particular. It hadn't been till her father had brought up the topic of entering into Hammer that she'd strived for anything besides less painful existence in her life. The thought of trying to be more than one thing on top of that wasn't something she'd ever considered, but she liked it. She just had no idea how to do that. Maybe Mir could help her with that too, thought Koko.

“But don't you worry your smart little head, my Daddy raised me tough and built me tougher.” She Knocked twice with her knuckles on her chest plate. “These parts been through worse than that ‘fore. Though if it'd been the mark 2 plates papa been workin’ on I don't even think my vents woulda gone off. Heatsinks on those bad boys are somethin’ else let me tell ya. He says they ain't ready yet though. Something ‘bout bein’ worried for my safety. I reckon I might just nick em from his lab and try put em in myself sometime though. I seen the test results, those puppies ain't no joke!” She spoke excitedly as she recounted her father's work to Mir. It was always a topic she was willing to talk about for hours. To punctuate her point Koko stuck fingers from both hands in her mouth and used them to whistle loudly. The sound's shrill tone cut through over the droning beats just barely enough for some of the crowd to hear. She got a few hoots and hollers from people around them as well as some raised drinks from the bar section nearby. The smell of alcohol was mounting in this place considering the night was really starting to get under way now.

“Anyways I'm just fine, tell me more bout this here ritual you mentioned. Cause the way I see it I reckon whatever magic occurrences went on they worked. I figure we just ‘bout broke the world record on fastest time formin’ a relationship.” Koko lowered her head even further now to speak. She hadn’t intended it when she began to move but she somehow found herself just lowering her chin down till it rested on Mir's shoulder. She liked the feeling. Something about him was just so…stable. He didn't lurch or move as she leaned her weight into him from behind, he just supported her instead. Koko wasn't really sure what she was doing in all honesty but she was never one to deny an impulse and so she followed it up with wrapping her arms around his middle from behind. With the closeness they could hear each other much easier now which allowed her to talk much softer.

“Ya know I reckon there's ‘nother record we could try an’ beat, if you're willin’. Probably gon’ need ‘nother one of your fancy schmancy rituals but I reckon we could smash it right now. You got any ancient magics that make a couple of gearheads into more than friends real quick?” Koko turned her head to face Mir from her level point on his shoulder as she spoke the last sentence. She met his eyes with zero hesitation. Confidence brimming out of her she never knew she had. There was also a bit of trepidation as well though. The idea of what she was doing excited her but she also had never really experienced rejection before and that scared her certainly.

"Whaddya think?" She hadn’t intended to make a move like this when she'd come here tonight, but Koko never really intended most things to be fair. Most of the time she did things on a whim, just whatever came naturally to her. She was a slave to her emotions through and through and right now those emotions told her she wanted Mir. She swayed with him in her arms to the music as she continued to stare at him. She had no idea if this was how most people went about these kinds of things. She could very well be messing everything up but she didn’t even let a thought like that linger. Koko had decided to be true to herself a long time ago. Second guessing her actions now was pointless. And anyways Koko wasn't like most people so it didn't really matter to her.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
He wasn’t sure how he should feel about Koko’s calm demeanor in the aftermath of the situation. It wasn’t that she seemed insincere, but her tranquil response gave the impression that she didn’t fully grasp the severity of what had just occurred. This left him puzzled and concerned: did she not realize she had been on the brink of death, did she simply not care, or was she just at peace with the fact that she had survived? Each of these possibilities was troubling in its own way. He was confident that Koko was too intelligent to be ignorant of the danger she had faced. Yet, knowing her, it was entirely plausible that she might gloss over the perilous details. This notion unsettled him, suggesting she might be willing to risk her life in such a manner again. The thought of hearing those agonizing screams that had torn from her as the power surged through her body that night was something he never wanted to experience again. The memory of it still haunted him. The possibility that she didn't care about the risk was even more distressing. It implied a recklessness that he couldn't condone. He didn’t want to bear the thought of losing her, especially not to something preventable. Even if he weren’t present to witness it, the idea of her doing something foolish and losing her life was awful. Finally, if she was simply at peace with having survived, it suggested she wasn’t taking the situation seriously enough. What they had accomplished had indeed been useful and beneficial, but it wasn’t worth her life. Maybe the fact that she had so many mechanical parts had just given her the belief that anything could be fixed. That was dangerous.

“I do worry.” He didn’t know much about her father, and he wasn’t about to disparage his work, but Mir was smart enough to know that everything had its limits. She had pushed right into her own that night. He wanted to believe her, that it was fine. It would be easier that way to be sure. But he couldn’t help the little nag in the corner of his mind about it. “How about,” he started, scrunching his brow as they moved together, “You respect the process.” Prototypes could be dangerous, at least as dangerous as making your own body modifications, “Not everything can be replaced, Koko.” He meant her. She couldn’t be replaced. It didn’t matter if it was because she was being reckless and grabbing live power lines, or if it was because she was trying to leapfrog ahead of the pack. And he didn’t want her to be gone. They’d already lost people, and she mattered at least as much as any of them.

More, if he were being honest.

She nestled against him, and Mir closed his arms around her, savoring the feel of her close. His lips curved into a smile, a warmth spreading through him. They might not have set any records, but it was a delightful notion to entertain nonetheless. “You think?” he chuckled, his voice barely audible beneath the thundering music. “You’re telling me you didn’t think we might be friends anytime before that?” He found it hard to believe. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have. Their friendship hadn’t been obvious from the start, and the subtle shifts in their dynamic over the last month might have easily gone unnoticed. Yet, Mir had been aware of the changes. He realized he no longer found her music annoying; it had started to grow on him, becoming a part of the background soundtrack to his days. Her experiments and the chaotic bursts of energy that accompanied her failed designs had transformed from nuisances into intriguing interludes, breaking the stillness and adding a spark of unpredictability to his routine.

He remembered how they had begun to spend more time together, the initial awkwardness gradually giving way to a comfortable familiarity. Her quirks, once irksome, had become endearing. The way she hummed while she worked, the intensity with which she pursued her ideas, and even the frustration she expressed when things didn’t go as planned. He had grown to appreciate these moments, finding joy in the small interactions and the way they had started to understand each other without words. He realized now that their friendship had been blossoming quietly, almost imperceptibly, until it had bloomed truly that night at the generator. They’d been in sync. Like they were here.

Until she suggested they move past being friends, Mir blinked, momentarily taken aback. He locked eyes with her, standing still amidst the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor. What exactly was she implying? His mouth parted as if to respond, but the press of warm bodies around them jostled him into awareness of their surroundings. This wasn’t a conversation to have in the midst of flashing lights and pounding music. “I think we should sit.” he suggested with a playful wink, gently disentangling himself from her. His hands brushed against her arms until he captured both of her hands in his own, guiding her away from the dance floor, away from the crowd, towards a secluded booth nestled against the wall. The booth was a rounded alcove, with a small table in the center for drinks, but otherwise offered ample space. Mir led her to the back of the semi-circle booth, settling down beside her jacket with a soft thud.

He looked up at her, still holding her hands, and let his eyes do the thing where they trailed down her body. “Come here.” He pulled her close, right up to the plush bench, until she was nearly tripping into him. And he did give her a little guiding tug to turn her around so that she could land on his lap. He snaked his arms around her torso. Allowed himself to really feel her against him. Not like the dance had been. He was trying to picture something. In almost all cases, Mir had avoided getting terribly involved with anyone at Hammer like that. But there had been that one thing, and she… Well, she deserved at least the same chance, didn’t she? “More than friends, huh?” He grinned, leaning to the side and staring out into the throng of moving bodies they’d left. “What’re you thinking?”

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko was enjoying the subtle swaying they were doing until Mir suddenly jolted to a stop. Without the physical sensation that her words had caused such impact she probably wouldn't have realized the severity of them. As he pulled away from her embrace she initially thought she'd messed up somehow but his wink calmed her right back down. It was a simple gesture but it did wonders to her brain. Truthfully Koko hadn't a clue whether that was something Mir just did passively or whether it was something he did around Koko especially but she realized in that moment that she'd been reaping the benefits of it for a long time now without even knowing. He somehow always had the right words or the right action that nudged her back on track every single time. It was never a huge thing, just a subtle effort that had a domino effect on her. And yet as she thought back to times where she might have veered off the rails, be it in the lab at hammer or bouncing around in a snow covered street, he was there.

All of these thoughts zipped by like the lights around them as she was led across the dance floor with the same confident smile she'd met his gaze with. She allowed him to take her hands and eventually wriggled her own glove covered fingers around till she interlaced her fingers with his. She wasn’t sure why but it felt right and Koko was going only off feelings at the moment. She giggled at how he navigated the crowd. He wasn't rushed but unlike earlier he clearly didn't want to be disturbed. Had she caused some kind of effect like that on him? The thought excited her! She shimmied into the booth alongside him and did a little pirouette with help of her shimmer and his nudge as Mir pulled her down to meet him. Koko was never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of flare.

As she sat she felt herself sink nicely into Mir's form. Nestling her butt neatly into the crook of his lap she wriggled around a bit to get comfortable. Koko wasn't so naive that she didn't know the kind of reaction it was likely to cause Mir but she wanted that at the moment. Once more Koko chased after her desires. Even though flirting and teasing weren't things she'd done before she did them without hesitation. Just as she did everything in life, the familiarity for her came not from the actions themselves but from simply following her impulses. She leaned her back up against his chest until she was putting all her weight down on him. From this position their heights had been leveled if not actually made Mir a bit taller. Koko’s length had always been primarily in her legs and with her heeled boots swishing cutely under the desk as she idly kicked her legs back and forth instead of standing under her giving her more height shewas shorter than him. Her head actually now rested about an inch below Mir's with his much longer torso. She looked up at him from her position against his chest.

“Well I'm thinkin’ you of all people'd be aware that askin’ lil ol me that question will most undoubtedly get you ‘bout 100 to 200 different answers at any one moment, depending on my RPM and what not. But I ain't so clueless to not know what you were meaning.” Her own hands trailed the length of his arms as they hugged her close. She walked her first two fingers like they were taking steps along his arm and the sheer fabric that hung loosely to his form. Its thin barrier of clothes made the connection against her body all the more intimate as she melded into him. “Mmm there ain't some kinda complex logic goin’ on if I'm perfectly honest here. If you were lookin’ for some kinda explanation I ain't got one. I reckon I just want you and that's that. That a problem? You know me, I ain't ever been one for doin’ things for much more than the fact that it's what I feel right now at this moment. And I ain't gon’ change the way I live any time soon I'll tell you that!” She giggled again at her own comment. "Though for once I'll have to let you lead the way here. I ain't got much experience in feelings of the heart...ya know on account of..." She knocked a knuckle against her chest in place of words to finish her sentence like she so often did. It was a subtle gesture but she meant much by it. Koko might be naive but one thing she knew was that if anyone was going to have her they needed to accept all the parts of her upfront, most chiefly what wasn't quite human about her.

Koko had begun to sway and bounce a bit to the music in Mir's lap. Her soft thighs shook as they rebounded off his own to the beat of the club. It seemed like she hadn’t a care in the world, despite the rather heavy confession she'd just made. But that was classic Koko. Even though she currently moved to the thrum of the club's music Koko lived life to the beat of her own drum. Now the question was simply if Mir wanted to join that tune or not. Her heavy rock strums and his thrumming electro pulses. Was he willing to let them intermingle? See how they sounded together? Did he want to find out what kind of mashup they could make together? The ownice was on him now.

[TheFluffyOne]

Character Name: Hulta Elderfond
Date | Time: November 17th | Early morning
Location: The communications tower -> Small dovecot
Wearing: This
Tagging | Mentioning: Lolo |
Leaves of orange, brown and red crunched pleasantly under her boots. Hulta was humming a soft tune to herself as she took herself through the open courtyard towards the communications area. She had taken this route before. Many a time. It had become a small ritual of hers. Get dressed nicely, wrap on the scarf that mother made her and walk to the tower. A mid-day visit to Smidge. With seeds in a small brown paper bag, Hulta daintily skipped up the first three steps of the spiral tower towards the dovecot.

Her fingertips trailed along the stone wall as she ascended. The song continued to leave her lips, growing louder with every single step. As she finally crept up to the rafters were the pigeons normally roasted, Hulta let the song become a single sweet whistle. A tutting coo responded and Hulta drifted herself towards the chubby pigeon. “Hello, my sweet.” She cooed back at the pigeon and bumped her nose against Smidge’s head.

The bird ruffled its feathers with appreciation and Hulta dropped down to squatting beside their small nest. Her fingers brushed lightly over the pigeon’s head as it cooed affectionally. Placing a small amount of seed infront of her friend, Hulta turned and slowly one by one placed a small pile of seeds infront of every other nest that lay in the small dovecot.

“I can’t leave anyone out.” She said to her friend, almost as if she could hear Smidge’s internal tut at having to share seed. Returning to Smidge, she sneakily glanced over her shoulder before giving the large bird another small pile. Crouching back down, she returned her fingers to stroking over Smidge’s head. “I have another letter for home. I’ll let you eat then I need you to go see mama.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
As Mir pulled Koko down into his lap, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. This situation wasn't unfamiliar to him, yet Koko's unpredictability always kept him guessing. He could usually anticipate her moves just one or two steps ahead, but only if he had some insight into her intentions. Tonight, however, he felt like he was missing that crucial bit of foresight. Koko's descent was deliberate and tantalizing. She slithered down his body with a slow, sensual grace, her movements fluid and serpentine. As she wiggled to get comfortable, Mir began to have a clearer idea of where this was heading. So did his body. Her subtle gyrations elicited an immediate response, causing his eyes to flutter momentarily. Beneath the smooth, shiny fabric of his pants, he felt himself stiffen slightly, a testament to the effect she had on him.

Mir’s hands couldn’t remain idle. They danced along her sides, his fingers gliding upwards as she settled herself against him. The sensation of her body rubbing slowly against his was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through him. He loved every second of it. Instinctively, his feet shifted outward, spreading his legs slightly to create a comfortable cradle for her to sit in. As Koko continued her slow, teasing movements, Mir’s senses were heightened. He could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin through the thin layers of their clothing, and the rhythm of her breathing.

She was right, of course. The question he had handed her was terribly open-ended. Yet, somehow, she managed to answer it without spinning out. His gaze drifted to her fingers, which were taking a leisurely stroll along his forearm, and a small smile crept onto his face. On one hand, this seemed to come out of nowhere. On the other hand, when had spontaneity ever deterred him? Especially here. This was exactly what he came for - moments like this. His analytical mind quickly began to form a mental list of pros and cons. Pros? Well, just look at her. His eyes traced the curves of her body, stretched out invitingly for his perusal. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that view. She understood him. They could talk, really talk. That had to count for something. Cons? She was associated with Hammer. He had always kept those parts of his life separate. But did they really have to be?

The way she bounced on his lap to the rhythm of the music suggested that she didn’t think so. Each movement sent waves of anticipation through him, making his desire evident. His cock stiffened under her rhythmic motions, eager to move beyond the confines of the booth and claim what it wanted. His brain, on the other hand, was caught in a futile struggle of logic and desire. As her fingers continued their journey along his arm, he couldn't help but marvel at the contrast of her soft touch against the underlying tension in his muscles. The subtle, teasing strokes were a silent promise, hinting at the pleasures that awaited them. He studied her face, noting the playful glint in her eyes and the confident way she carried herself. The pros were stacking up rapidly in his mind. Her intelligence, her allure, her understanding - all powerful draws that made the cons seem trivial. His logical brain might be trying to hold him back, but the rest of him was already leaning into the moment, ready to see where it would lead.

His thoughts drifted to the small, silly details he knew about Koko. What did he truly understand about her? For one, he knew that they worked well together. Despite occasional irritations, their company was remarkably compatible, at least in the short term. He had seen her on the dance floor, where her comical moves added a charm that he found positively endearing. She felt incredibly good pressing her body against his. Koko was reckless and short-sighted, qualities that might be seen as flaws in another context. But here, in this pulsating, vibrant club, those traits felt more like assets. Her impulsiveness added a thrill to their interactions, a sense of living entirely in the moment. And then there were her words that echoed in his mind: ‘…the fact that it’s what I feel right now at this moment.’ Mir understood that sentiment, maybe not in the structured world of his everyday life or in the meticulous environment of the lab, but here, in the electrified atmosphere of the club? It made perfect sense to him. And suggested that she wasn’t talking about crossing those lives.

That was the cross on the tallies that made what came next possible.

He glanced around the oddly-lit room. Normally, he would have taken her somewhere private, but he didn't want to give himself time to second-guess this. He was where she was, and he wanted it right then, just as she did. The room’s shadows offered a semblance of privacy, and no one seemed to be watching. They were far enough back that it was unlikely anyone would see more than her playful movements. “Let’s set a record,” he leaned down and whispered into her ear, following his words with a teasing flick of his tongue against her earlobe. Mir’s hands moved with purpose, curling more fully around her body. His palms pressed against her stomach, sliding upwards over her exposed skin until they reached the fabric of her crop top, cupping her breasts.

“Just… Keep doing what you’re doing, for a bit.” he murmured, feeling the heat of the moment intensify. Her skirt was perfect for this, offering easy access without breaking the rhythm. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re sure you didn’t plan this from the get go?” As he squeezed her chest, he felt the sudden heat between them grow stronger - this was bold, even for him. His hands roamed, exploring her curves, relishing the feel of her beneath his touch. Koko’s movements against him became even more enticing, each subtle shift sending waves of pleasure through him. As he held her close, he felt a sense of liberation. This was their moment, a brief escape from reality where they could indulge in their passions without consequence. He guided her up and pressed his lips to her neck, kissing a trail up to her jawline, savoring the taste of her skin.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Marlowe “Lolo” Ashe
Date | Time: November 17th | Early Morning
Location: The Communications Tower -> Small Dovecot
Wearing: Black turtle neck, Sleeveless brown coat, Matching beret
Tagging | Mentioning: Hulta |
Hammer food was fine. But that’s all it was. If Lolo had come right from Evergreen to attend Hammer, it probably even would have been good. But she hadn’t. She had spent two years prior to Hammer eating fanciful foods that the social elite of Onyx ate. A considerable amount of the dishes that she now enjoyed she had considered awful when she’d first arrived. They had been so different from anything she was used to. It had grown on her, though, and after two years of indulging in such gourmet delights, scaling back to Hammer had been hard. But she made due, if only because getting things was so far out of her way. But every now and then she liked to head out to get something wonderful. Often it was lunches or dinners. But today, it was breakfast. In the form of a little box of four danishes - well, three now, because she had eaten one of them before leaving the artisan bakery in Onyx Central.

They were a treat that just so happened to be inspired by a date that, a whole day later, was still on her mind. Beautiful flakey bread with a sharp lemon filling prepared before the sun rose alongside the stunning white sweet drizzle that topped each.

Box in hand, Lolo meandered back toward the tower. She didn’t want to be late for classes, but if she were it wouldn’t really bother her. She nearly missed a man on the street who wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. It was by chance that, in dodging him, she saw Hulta skip up the steps. She paused on the far side of the street and watched the elf vanish into the unfamiliar tower. Where was she going? Wherever it was, Hulta needed a danish to keep her energy up, Marlowe was sure of it. The plans she had for the three remaining pastries went right out the window, clearly it was destiny and they were made for Hulta. Peeking around, Lolo charged across the street and scrambled up the steps. She could hear the singing echoing from above. A smile crept onto her face and she slowly ascended. Where were they?

Even as she heard the telltale sounds of birds, this was not what she would have guessed. Lolo froze somewhere along the way - did Hulta say my sweet? Was she… Meeting someone here? Well, that was fair, she supposed. For a moment, Lolo looked the way she had come. It would be rude to interrupt a meeting. But in a moment standing there, she heard no response. Curious. She proceeded up the rest of the way and peeked into rafters where the birds were roosting. There were so many! Or at least, it felt like it to her. Her mouth fell open and she took a few more steps. Just in time for Hulta to make her second bribe to Smidge, “Good morning, Hulta.” Lolo chirped. “I brought treats!” Lolo pushed the box forward in offering as she slowly approached. She tilted her head at the way the other woman stroked the bird's head, “Friend of yours?”

[TheFluffyOne]

Character Name: Hulta Elderfond
Date | Time: November 17th | Early morning
Location: The communications tower -> Small dovecot
Wearing: This
Tagging | Mentioning: Lolo |
Unfurled parchment lay in her fingers as she reread her notes. One for her mother that told of her weeks so far and the other listing everything that she had learned. Writing in an old hand. A scrawl that her parents could read as easily as breathing but something that strangers would struggle to make sense of. Faint words left her lips. Smidge merely cooed at her, thinking that by cooing she would receive more seeds. Hulta’s fingertips dropped into the small paper sack and gifted Smidge the treat that she had so politely asked for.

The note on instructions was tightly bound again. The other written for her mother was in a more flowing handwriting. Words bunched into each other, almost as if her own excitement was physically visible on the page. Names were written as she told her parents all about her new friends. Her new roles. All of the adventures she had attempted. It didn’t matter that her mother knew most of the information already, Hulta like to reiterate it over and over again. She wanted her parents to be proud of her for making friends and not just the information she could squirrel away.

A voice cut through her thoughts and Hulta nearly fell like a large red wood. Narrowly missing placing her hand or feet into the gloop that littered the wooden floor, Hulta spun and held her hands clasped behind her back. “Treats?” Now her voice sounded like the soft chirp that the birds had done mere moments ago. Her eyes wide roved over the box as if she could burn through the paper and see the goodness within. “Oh?” Hulta watched as Lolo’s head tilted to one side. “This is Smidge.” She leaned to one side to give the perfect view of a gloriously chubby fluffy pigeon who tilted her head to match Lolo. “She takes letters back to my parents. She is very fast. Incredibly so…The champion of the pigeons.” Hulta heaped praise onto the pigeon who took a beat before smashing her beak against the wood again trying to pluck up a stray seed.

“You can give her a little pet, if you want?” Hulta becokened Lolo closer. “I give her lots of snacks and attention before she flies off. Reminds her of where to come back to if she gets lost” Hulta wriggled her fingers out towards Lolo and only when the woman came close enough did Hulta take her hand and lightly show her how to stroke along the pigeons head. The pigeon ducked away from the touch until Hulta tutted and it finally let Lolo feel the soft feathers that covered the creature. “Good girl.” Hulta cooed at the bird and returned to her crouched position as she watched like the pigeon like it were the greatest piece of art in the world.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Marlowe “Lolo” Ashe
Date | Time: November 17th | Early Morning
Location: The Communications Tower -> Small Dovecot
Wearing: Black turtle neck, Sleeveless brown coat, Matching beret
Tagging | Mentioning: Hulta |
Lolo had definitely not intended to startle Hulta. It was enough that she jolted a little, “Sorry!” she blurted. Hulta spinning put a smile on her face - she was glad she hadn’t accidentally followed the wrong person up here. It was uncommon, but in her eagerness to be around people she had more than once followed the wrong person thinking it was someone else. Her gaze followed the hot-amber stare, “Danishes,” Lolo went to take a step forward when she noticed the covering on the floor. It gave her a moment of pause. Despite her rough and tumble attitude when it came to fighting, Lolo could be - more often that was probably flattering - a bit prissy. This was not the sort of place that she frequented. But also, there was Hulta. So Lolo forgot about her shoes and started toward her, “Lemon too.” she grinned.

It wasn’t like Lolo had never seen a bird. Just not one so close. She was pretty sure they weren’t all so plump, but it was really cute. “Really? Are your parents close then?” Even if it was fast, it was still just a bird, right? Lolo approached closer until she was beside Hulta, taking her hand and crouching down beside her. “Can I?” She bit her bottom lip and followed the guidance, only resisting because she was nervous. Chubby or not, Smidge was just a little bird and Marlowe wasn’t exactly known for her light touch. She had the same issue when it came to babies - she was terrified she was going to break them. Smidge’s little recoil had Lolo glancing at Hulta, worried she’d done something wrong. But the little noises she made called the bird back and Lolo stroked along the soft feathers as indicated. “She’s soft.”

The look in Hulta’s eyes as she gazed at the bird was one she was familiar with, but only because she saw it in Kiba’s eyes when he was looking at Aujus. Marlowe had never had a pet. When she was younger she was too irresponsible, and once she had come to Onyx there simply hadn’t been a desire. Really she’d had much experience with animals in general. “Is that really how she knows?” Lolo tenderly brushed the back of her nails over Smidge’s crown. In her lap, her other hand situated the box of pastries. “Why does she stay down here, and not at Hammer with you?” Lolo glanced up and around at the other birds nesting here. Being with friends was nice, she assumed that would be true for Smidge too.

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko was in her element here. Even though it was her first time in the club, any club in fact, she melded into the vibe of the place immaculately and that made everything that was happening with Mir all that much sweeter. She felt comfortable here, even more so with his arms wrapped around her she decided. And once it was decided for her it was fact. That was kind of how Koko did things most of the time. Something arose in her mind and then it solidified or it didn’t. But once it did it was unshakeable. Once she made a decision on something she was set on it. Which is why her confident smile turned into a lewd grin as she felt Mir hardening underneath her. She was happy that she was eliciting this kind of reaction from him. It excited her, driving her to do more. Not that she really had exactly a game plan of what to do. This was her first time after all. And yet the fact that they were doing something so risky for it was exactly how Koko would've wanted her first time to be.

She gasped loudly when she felt Mir begin to grope her chest. She wriggled her shoulders deeper into his own as she arched her back and pushed her breasts forward into his grasp. She hadn’t worn any kind of bra today, her shirt had been plenty tight enough to support everything, and now she was very happy she hadn’t. Koko had spent her days being flooded full of electricity all her life yet the shocks and sparks that flew down her spine as his fingers massaged over her were something else. She cooed as he continued his ministrations. She'd been sweating already from the dancing but she could feel her heat rising much higher than it had on the dance floor now. And she liked it. She liked all of what was happening so far. It all coalesced to confirm to her that she was making the right decision. The way Mir's fingers played along her chest, just barely teasing at her nipples. His grip was confident but gentle and his voice commanded her while also tenderly guiding her. Fuck it just made her want him more, she thought.

Goosebumps erupted across her skin at the sultry tone of his voice as he leaned in against her. She giggled a little bit at his statement. “Mmm…You know better than I do that- Mnnf!...that I-I do not plan things you big lug.” Her voice was deeper than usual. Soft breathy moans slipped out between her words as Mir's hand elicited tinges of pleasure across her body. As his lips found their way to her neck she reached up above her head to wrap around his own neck. She loosely let them fall where they may as she naturally leaned her head to the side to let him have easy access to her skin. The curvature of her neck made the settings of her steel spine stand out even further to Mir from this position. The lugs of her manufactured vertebrae clicked against one another as she turned towards him when he finally reached her jaw.

Koko looked at him with half lidded eyes. She tried to give her best approximation of a seductive stare but found it dissolving into giggling after a few seconds of trying to hold it. “N-Nope!...haaaah…I don't reckon that's q-quite me is it?” She couldn't help herself but laugh in between heady breaths. It was just not who she was. But she'd wanted to try it anyway. But she was no femme fatale. Definitely not something she'd be doing again. Still with a silly smile on her face she leaned in and kissed Mir without much warning. Even she didn't really expect it. But she was feeling good, her smile wouldn't drop and his lips were right there after all. She pressed and then pulled away almost as quickly. A surprised look ran across her face. She hadn’t expected that to feel so good. And so, she did it again. She pecked away at his lips continually until eventually he pulled her in for some longer more sensual kisses.

She kissed him deeply as her heart rate was clearly climbing. Her eyes fluttered as he practically stole her breath from her lungs and leaned into him further. Still she bounced to the beat, making sure to not just dance but rub properly against his hardness now. Even she could figure out that one without being told. Her hair was already becoming a mess as she brushed strands out of her face as they broke apart. She heaved for air, as her giggle fits from earlier wouldn't seem to leave her. But what could she do?! This was just so much fun, she thought. She let him descend to her neck some more as she spoke.

“Miiir…I want more…Unnff…what's next?” She softly put two hands on his cheeks as she did and lifted him up and away from devouring her neck. He'd already left several hickies on her. She brought his face up and looked him directly in the eyes as she finished her question. Her voice quivered on the word ‘more’ making it all the more sensual and lustful. Her eyes had a neediness behind them and when she elongated his name it was punctuated further. She really wanted him now, more so than ever. Koko had tasted her first sip of sexuality and she wanted more and she wanted it with Mir. 

[TheFluffyOne]

Character Name: Hulta Elderfond
Date | Time: November 17th | Early morning
Location: The communications tower -> Small dovecot
Wearing: This
Tagging | Mentioning: Lolo |
“You remembered!” Hulta replied with a grin, even though their last outing had barely been two days before. With a crook of her finger, Hulta tempted Lolo closer to view the majesty that was Smidge. “Um…Kinda. Smidge is really fast.” She said veering away from the conversation of exactly where her parents were. She was always unsure of exactly how much of her past to tell people. “Mhm” She nodded a little too violently and even lightly took Lolo’s hand in hers as she showed her exactly how to smooth along Smidge’s feathers.


“That and I think she likes me.” Almost in response, the pigeon cooed again gently. Hulta gifted the bird a wide grin as she stroked down a stray fluffy feather that was sticking out. “She likes it here.” Was that the truth? Yes, the bird liked being with other people but Smidge had at one point slept on Hulta’s window ledge. She even had her own small nest that Hulta had made her. But with a roommate, it meant that she was unable to receive all of her letters in her room. This allowed her the chance to hide those letters on her person without someone else growing suspicious.

Smidge slowly pushed herself up to standing, ruffling her feathers so that for one brief moment she looked massive. She crept closer to Hulta, almost on the look out for more seeds. Hulta tutted gently and held her palm out to the bird. Smidge curled up her head and rested it in Hulta’s palm before turning. Sticking her right leg out. There, merely hidden by long feathers, was a small brown scroll that was buckled around the animals leg.  Hulta carefully undid the buckles and slotted the thin tube of paper into its case. Wrapping it back around Smidge’s leg, she gathered the pigeon up in her warm hands.  "Recordar, encontrar Madre." She looked at the glassy eyes of the bird as she nudged Lolo with her hip. “C’mon.” Leading her towards one of the thin slitted windows in the tower.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Marlowe “Lolo” Ashe
Date | Time: November 17th | Early Morning
Location: The Communications Tower -> Small Dovecot
Wearing: Black turtle neck, Sleeveless brown coat, Matching beret
Tagging | Mentioning: Hulta |
Lolo had grinned, “As if I could forget anything about you.” she’d cooed, soft and affectionate.

Tilting her head slightly and giving Smidge another studious eyeballing, she wasn’t sure that fast was the word that came to mind. But then, what did she know about birds? Not a single thing. She delighted in the casual comfort that Hulta already shared with her, taking her hand. Lolo always did better with people who didn’t deny her, and even better, those who made use of it themselves. “Well, she’d be crazy if she didn’t,” Lolo said with a little giggle, “You’re very easy to like.”

The only thing more interesting to Lolo than the contents of the letters was Hulta equipping Smidge with them. It was such a simple little thing, and she had never put much thought into it. It vaguely amazed her that such a critter could accurately deliver messages over distances long or short. What prevented the bird from simply flying away? Did they not get distracted? Really her best gauge was Aujus, and she figured that dog would do anything Kiba asked. But that didn’t seem normal, Aujus was hardly just a dog. “How did you train her to do this?” Lolo asked, standing up with Hulta and clutching her box of goodies as she followed toward the window.

She stepped aside and watched, “Do you send a lot of letters to your parents?” Her fingers scraped quietly against the thin cardboard. “Oh! Do you have siblings? I have two. A brother and a sister. They’re both older.” Lolo quieted some and looked down, a sheepish smile trying to manifest but not quite making it, “I haven’t talked to any of them since I came to Onyx.” She didn’t sound sad about that, though. Peeking back up at Smidge, “Are they happy you’re here?”

[shengami]

Character Name: Chee Tortious
Date | Time: 11.12 | ~13:00
Location | Resonance: Onyx Prairie, Western Quarter, Rhonda Wolff Coliseum | Urban - Sound
Wearing: Black track suit and white running shoes
Tagging | Mentioning: @Rainbae  Koko Gero, @Eye of Horus /Dariaq, OPEN? | none
Note: Setting the Stage
The smell was the first thing that hit him. The doors swung in, releasing a pent up breath of ammonia and bleach, sweat and anticipation. Chee's ears were up, alert, swiveling. His tail had a life of its own that summoned a dark look from a couple walking nearby. He bounced as he grinned an apology. His eyes widened as the interior slowly faded in.

The roof was open to the bright sky. Crystal blue and puffy white clouds looked down upon the monstrous apparatus of steel and wood that held the center of attention. Though an array of long, telescoping poles extended netting out to provide shade for the stands, the center was open to the glare of the elements. He felt the heat of the sun's rays mixed in with the chill of the day's air. Goose pimples ran along his flesh and it was hard to know if the elements or the context were to blame.


Probably both.

He bounced on the balls of his feet and slid his eyes sideways to Kiki. "You ready for dis, girl? Dis da big one. End of season event. Dis for all da marbles." He glanced at the monstrosity that sat center-stage. At once, it filled his vision, dominated it, occupied it. At the same time, it was impossible to take in all at once. The arena wasn't small; it had been built for the Unity games about a decade ago. Still, the course wrapped all the way around it and curled back up into the center where the final platform stood. The final buzzer that announced completion of the course. This one was three stages, not one. They'd be running it in heats. You had to clear stage 1 to run stage 2; you had to clear stage 2 to make stage 3. And fastest time on stage three won. There was, technically, second and third place. But no one wanted them.

No real contestant wanted anything but the top spot. Top or nothing. No real 'ninja' cared about anything but being the best. Whether they competed against themselves, one another, or just the course itself, this thing was about pushing your limits.

For most.

Chee's eyes drifted to a large black tent set at one end of the field. He saw a few smaller tents, many with icons he recognized, and plenty of solo contestants warming up, chatting, or eyeing the course. But that big black tent with its glaring owlbear drew the eyes. Neerfrosts Ltd. was an up and coming entertainment and public relations firm. Chee frowned. One of his favorite artists, a Silenus folk singer named Steven Cats, was signed to them. He was supposed to be performing the intermission show today. But the company also had a team of athletes they sponsored. The best equipment, the best science, and the ability to do nothing but train for this. They'd been dominating recent events. The idea of professional course-runners irked him terribly. There wasn't anything wrong with it, per se, but he didn't like it. It spoiled some of the spirit of the courses for him. If it wasn't the hardest course in the history of TNA, he might have ignored it in favor of a couple smaller events going on today.

His eyes tracked back to the metal monster and he vibrated. He wanted to test himself against it. He didn't care if the Neerfrosts Team took the top three spots as long as he could send the course in a time better than Kiki. He slapped her on the back and smiled, "Come on, I tink I saw Velda over dere. And I tink dat's Brutus. Let's go say 'hi'." Chee stepped through the doors into the din of the arena. It thrummed into him. He felt alive. his pace picked up a step or two.

[TheFluffyOne]

Character Name: Hulta Elderfond
Date | Time: November 17th | Early morning
Location: The communications tower -> Small dovecot
Wearing: This
Tagging | Mentioning: Lolo |
Hulta rubbed her thumbs along the spine of the bird that happily chirped in her hands. “With lots and lots of treats.” The red headed woman brought the bird up to her nose and bumped her nose against the pigeon’s beak. As they reached the ledge with the window, Hulta let the bird wriggle free of her hands and stand on the weathered stone. Hulta glanced at Lolo before lowering herself to make eye contact with Smidge. “I send them as frequently as I can. I miss them.” She said honestly. She missed her parents something rotten. Their advice, their cooking, their silly jokes and their warmth.


“I have a sister…well…No I have a sister.” She replied as she looked up at the taller standing woman. “Why not? You should write them.” The lack of perceived sadness in Lolo’s words was immediately ignored by Hulta. The red headed elf had written every single person that she knew back home within days of arriving. It meant that when her heart started to dip there was always a chance of a letter appearing to brighten her day.

Hulta returned her attention to Smidge and gave a final stroke on the head for the bird. “They love that I’m here.” More than you will ever truly know, she thought silently. Leaning forward, Hulta whispered again "Recordar, encontrar Madre." The bird seemed to nod, like she understood. Then she waddled her way to the window and threw herself gracefully into the air. Like her owner, she was clumsy until certain moments, then an eerie level of grace took over. Hulta kept watching the bird, her hands curling each other as she followed Smidge’s journey until she was no more than a small speck in the distance. “Are your parents happy you are here?” Finally, the horizon lost its grip on Hulta and she turned to look at the woman with a bright sweet smile.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Marlowe “Lolo” Ashe
Date | Time: November 17th | Early Morning
Location: The Communications Tower -> Small Dovecot
Wearing: Black turtle neck, Sleeveless brown coat, Matching beret
Tagging | Mentioning: Hulta |
Somehow it didn’t surprise her that the answer was treats. Lolo grinned. Even she was starting to see a pattern. Mimicking the movement, Lolo half crouched so she could see Smidge the way Hulta did. The bird waddling along the stone in preparation for her journey. Bracing the box against her stomach, Lolo gingerly reached out once more to give the pigeon’s crown one more stroke. Still being extra diligent to be careful. She stood back up, making room for Hulta to stroke Smidge herself.

A flash of confusion at Hulta’s answer about her siblings swept across her face. It felt like there was more there, but Lolo was easily distracted by the suggestion. “I don’t have very good handwriting.” That was more deflection than anything. It wasn’t a lie, Lolo was too impatient to write well, but it was passable and certainly wouldn’t stop her from writing any letters. It must have been nice to have them love it. Marlowe felt like that’s what she had wanted, once upon a time. Once the decision had been made it didn’t matter anymore, but once it had. “What does that mean?” She asked quietly of Hulta’s elven words, watching the bird seem to respond and make for the window. Her grin widened and she leaned in against Hulta to watch Smidge take off and soar into the distance.

She was quiet until Smidge was no longer visible, and her gaze turned to meet the elf’s. “No,” she lightly shook her head, “They don’t approve at all. Actually they don’t even know I’m attending Hammer.” Lolo stifled a little bitter chuckle that she didn’t want to come up. “They wanted me to stay in Evergreen. Find a… I don’t know, a life there I guess.” But Evergreen had never been for her. Marlowe pivoted and held the box between them, she pulled open the lid to reveal the trio of danishes hiding inside and held it forward, “Would you like one?”

Either way, Lolo closed the box, turning and peering through the dovecot. “Life in Evergreen is so small. It’s so…” her nose wrinkled, “Small.” Lolo sighed deeply, lacking a better word for it, even though it never felt like it communicated what she meant to anyone other than her. “And I don’t want to be small.” Lolo’s hands fidgeted against her box of pastries, “That’s why I don’t write. We… When I left, they said if I came to Onyx they wouldn’t forgive me. So I guess I don’t really have a family anymore.” She’d never said it like that, but it did feel pretty accurate to her. “So that’s why I’m here in Onyx. Hammer too, someday, everyone is going to know my name.”

Lolo reached out for Hulta’s hand, “It must have been hard to leave yours though, it sounds like. What brought you?”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
No, she was right, this felt entirely too natural to have been planned, even if she had been capable of doing that - and frankly he wasn’t sure that she was. But that was part of her charm. As she moved against him, embracing the feeling of his explorations, Mir let the reservations that he had more completely melt away. If he closed his eyes, he wouldn’t know. This would be like any other Friday night where he got up to exactly this. The only difference was that he knew Koko, he associated with her outside of this place. But they could keep those things separate, couldn’t they? Why not? They were both smart. And this was just a heated moment.

Then her lips hit his and Mir blinked, widened his eyes, and then relaxed into it. He was surprised how much he liked it. With her, not kissing. Kissing wasn’t new to Mir - none of this was new to Mir - but it was often just a physical pleasure. When Koko kissed him, and when he returned it, there was something more. It was the spark of knowing her beyond this. It was so easy to let silly thoughts fill his head, like working on a project and kissing among the tools and parts. She wasn’t the first person he had thought about like that, but this had been allowed more time to percolate. It had been a slow drip leading to this, rather than a hastily poured cup. So it came to him easier. It wasn’t as jarring, and he didn’t feel nearly as resistant to it.

Somewhere in the back of his head, Mir mourned what could have been. He’d gone to see Haimehen twice since Gravity returned. Once to check on him, just to see what had happened first hand. The second time to forgive him, and to wish him well. Mir wasn’t the sit around and wait type, though, and Haim never did take him to that dinner. This was the final nail in that particular coffin. Which was fine by him, Mir didn’t want to live thinking about things that might’ve been, he was happier leaving it in the past where it belonged.

She followed his instructions and rolled herself against him, and he was a sucker for the sensation. He shivered, despite the heat that existed between and around them. Mir exhaled against her neck and nipped hungrily at her skin. She whined his name, and he groaned. He loved it. “More?” He said, a little surprised. Was this not enough? He lifted his eyes with her guidance and found her needy gaze. Mir raked his teeth over his lip. Like her, he made a decision right then. He wanted more too.

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