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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † armin arlert,
- † arthur curry,
- † barry allen,
- † billy kaplan,
- † booker dewitt,
- † bucky barnes,
- † darcy lewis,
- † elizabeth comstock,
- † frank zhang,
- † gabriel,
- † hal jordan,
- † hal jordan (2011),
- † jason todd,
- † john colby,
- † jonah kinlock,
- † kaine,
- † kaldur'ahm,
- † leo valdez,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † peter parker (1610),
- † peter quill,
- † prussia,
- † spock,
- † teddy altman,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † una persson,
- † vanessa cleveland,
- † éponine thénardier
Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Aihsohlow
Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Aihsohlow, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The starting point of landfall and the smallest port of importance in all the republic. All visitors will have a fish mark stamped on their tin visa if they are granted access here. The homes here are sturdy and built to withstand the harsh sea winds, though the dome has rendered their sturdiness largely irrelevant as the years pass. Fish represent the primary theme of food, with preserved and smoked renditions a commodity often sent for trade to others towns. Local authorities will ask for the tin card visa of each visitor upon first sight, verifying the information with some scrutiny before handing it back and allowing them to continue onwards. There are some auctions held here, with the items obtained often showing signs of recovery from the ocean floor by diving parties in search of fish to net.
Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Aihsohlow, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The starting point of landfall and the smallest port of importance in all the republic. All visitors will have a fish mark stamped on their tin visa if they are granted access here. The homes here are sturdy and built to withstand the harsh sea winds, though the dome has rendered their sturdiness largely irrelevant as the years pass. Fish represent the primary theme of food, with preserved and smoked renditions a commodity often sent for trade to others towns. Local authorities will ask for the tin card visa of each visitor upon first sight, verifying the information with some scrutiny before handing it back and allowing them to continue onwards. There are some auctions held here, with the items obtained often showing signs of recovery from the ocean floor by diving parties in search of fish to net.
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I believe that Courfeyrac would assertively disagree with you.
[But he will not resist, in any case, if she were to lead him onwards.]
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[There's a weight to her words as she smiles at him, unable to look away even for a moment. Marius was a light in life that was long shadowed. Even if he did not know it.]
Let us away to find a dress!
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There are some dresses.
[His hand slips away from her, unconsciously, as he heads to the stall and sifts through the wares, the vendor helpfully showing him some that can fit Eponine's small frame. He raises a dark-grey dress laden with fur so thick he wonders for a moment if it's too impossibly heavy for wearing and eyes it cautiously. He has not a clue about women's fashion—only that if Cosette wears them, they must be beautiful—but even he has doubts as to this certain item.]
I... I suppose this will not do...?
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And mourning his fashion sensibility. There's far too much fur on that one, no matter how grand of a dress it may be. And more importantly, it was so dark. She preferred earthen tones.]
No, no it shall not. It is far too drab, and far too many furs! Though it would keep me warm, I should believe I would drown in it. I like a bit of color.
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[He murmurs this almost to himself, then politely apologizes and returns the dark-grey dress to the shopkeeper. His eyes sweep through the rest of the clothing, repeating mentally to himself: less with the fur, more with the color. He had not realized how difficult it is to choose an appropriate dress.
And then a less heavy-looking fur-coat in a blue-white color caught his eye. It appears acceptable, he thinks, (although really, Marius's tastes on what is "acceptable" raises some questions and doubts of its own,) so he drapes it in his arms and spreads them wide to display to Eponine.]
This one, perhaps?
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Oh, Marius! It is beautiful! Such luxury I could never imagine!
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Do you have the money for it?
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Her hand goes to her pockets where she gingerly feels them.] Oh- I... [Her eyes light up and she utters a small shriek.]
I do, Marius! I have enough money to pay for it!
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Then that is well and good! Now you have two coats for the colder seasons.
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[It's amazing how excited she can get over such little things. But here she was, grinning from ear-to-ear, her enthusiasm evident to everyone around her. Happily, she hands the money to the shop-keeper, and doffs her coat in order to put on her new one.
She twirls slowly, showing off the coat.]
How do I look! Oh, tell me I look beautiful!
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[Because "Cosette would have looked like a winter angel in that very same coat" might have been a somewhat rude statement, even for M. Oblivious here.
Although, speaking of...]
I do wish Cosette was here. She would have been delighted.
[The expression on his face is distant as he says it, and perhaps a little lonely, and his eyes are fixed on a random spot over her shoulder.]
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She was never going to be the one, a voice in the back of her head told her. But Cosette wasn't here. She would never be here. It was Eponine that was here, that had Marius here in her new coat. She could not let Cosette ruin that, ruin the friendship she had forged with Marius Pontmercy.]
But she is not here. [She hesitates to reach a hand out to him. But she was here. She who came in second to a ghost.]
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Yes, but some people return, such as Enjolras, and M. Amon, and yourself. I suppose that there is a possibility that she too will someday come back to me. Or, perhaps, one day I will find myself returned to her.
[He sounds hopeful, almost a little desperate. Because he has to believe it; there is nothing left for him but her.]
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[She was here, and she loved him. And she was here.]
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I remember, but I must still hope. If I do not, then what is to prevent me from forfeiting my life?
[He reaches out to grip her by the arm; it's a strong grip, almost forceful in his desperation.] She is why I am breathing, Eponine. She is my air. Without her, I drown.
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Cosette isn't why he's still breathing, she knows. He is alive because she had given him the letter. Because she'd used her dying breaths to change her mind, even knowing that he was still going to die. Yet he hadn't. He would come off of this turtle and live. And she would cease to exist.
She looks down at his hand on her arm.] If she loved you the same, she would not have gone away, Marius.
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But her words strike him like an accusation and the guilt dissipates, because Eponine might be right there before him but nothing has ever been as real, as tangible to this daydreamer as Cosette and her love, even if she is not around. So what comes tumbling out of his mouth instead, in an unyielding tone of voice that surprises even himself,]
She was taken from me; it is not of her own doing, I am sure of it.
[Because he proposed to her and she said yes, and they were supposed to be married, and it was supposed to continue loving each other for the rest of their lives. No one willingly walks away from a happiness such as that.]
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His words, though, they're shocking. It was Eponine's fault, after all. She'd told them to move away. To bring all of this in so that she could enact her plan. So that she could have him for always. Always and never again.]
She was not the one to take a bullet for you. [She remarks coldly, biting down on her own tongue. Marius is ignorant to her love, to her feelings. In an instant, she has Marius' hand in her own, pressing it down on to the scar on the center of her hand.] The hand on the barrel of the gun was mine. You can feel it now. I shall show you where it left my shoulder, if you wish.
[Eponine lowers her voice, her words quiet, hesitant. She does not wish him to hear. To be aware.] She left, and I stayed by your side. For all your education, you know nothing.
[She drops his hand, and turns away. She couldn't stay here. Not right now. She needed a drink, to go somewhere, anywhere, to make this feeling disappear. She would always be second to his lark, if even that.
She refuses to let herself cry until she's out of his sight, hiding in her new coat in an alley, removed from the festivities. He can't see her cry. He would never understand.]