EVENT | LANDFALL | EVIDET

[ironwood]

Characters: ALL!
Date: January 28th to February 11th
Location: Evidet
Situation: Tu Vishan has washed up near the coastal city of Khatronma.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.



The suddenness of the looming cliffs takes even the kedan by surprise, in spite of a number of them trying to plot their course with as much knowledge of the ocean’s currents as they already had. Tu Vishan makes landfall without any of the grace shown in previous times, bumping into the cliffs before finally coming to rest on the reef and rocks at the low tide around Khatronma.

Most of Khatronma's shores consist of steep iced cliffs, and once it becomes clear there is no threat, the residents of Khatronma oblige by establishing scaffolding across from the walls of their city to the turtle’s back. A customs area is quickly set apart, and the residents of Keeliai welcomed -- with some slight confusion. The Khatronmans are just as surprised by the unexpected docking as the kedan.

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LINKS
Khatronma's Landmarks | Launch Day! | The Emissaries | Item Retrieval | Special Location (initially closed) | OOC Post

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Comments

[denyamenti]

And Bakura did indeed fall into pace beside her, looking pleased that she wished to hear his observations. "There's a sitting area just ahead," he said. "I passed by it earlier, before I went to the market."

He reached back as if to touch her arm and guide her in the correct direction, but instead his hand closed around her wrist like an iron band, bending it forward-- not enough to break, but certainly to bruise. Bakura glanced back up at her, and with that same eerily placid smile, continued, "But only if you get out of my head, hahnewet, or my word upon ma'at, this will end very badly for both of us."

[inkulcation]

It occurred to China, quite briefly, that she might have misjudged the thief. She hadn't seen that coming.

The smile slipped from her face, but in favor of a cooler regard, not fear. His grasp hurt, certainly, but said in the same gesture that he knew nothing of her. The fingers of that hand curled under, stretching, to brush her palm, and the tattoo concealed there began to glow faintly. "I'm sure it will," China agreed, her gaze on him sharp. It would go rather worse for him, should that sigil touch him. "And what will you do, my dear Bakura, if I tell you I am not in your head? Whatever you might be feeling is simply an emotion, nothing more."

Which was a vast oversimplification, she supposed, but technically true, and he wouldn't have the background to appreciate the finer details even if she did feel like explaining herself.

[denyamenti]

Once China's bewitching smile faded, it was as if a measure of focus came back to Bakura. He could feel her hand flexing in his grip, but he didn't move, neither tightening nor loosening, for another full moment before he released it and made no further move to grab her again.

Bakura felt like he was coming down from weightlessness, unwelcome though it was, and China was becoming part of his surroundings, rather than seeming like the only important part of it. He exhaled a slow breath, and realized that his other hand had curled so tightly on itself that he'd drawn pricks of blood from his palm.

"I would say you are a liar," he answered. "And that you like to play a dangerous game. Or does it never occur to you that the people you're toying with may have very necessary reasons for being in control of themselves?"

[inkulcation]

China did not actually laugh, but she considered it. She rotated the wrist he had held, thoughtful, fingers still loosely curled in with the faint light of the sigil leaking between them.

"Of course they do," she said, quite conversationally. "There's something of a monster in each of us, isn't there? The only difference lies in how well we pen it in with the veneer of civilization." But the way he said it was more personal than generalized. Ah. Perhaps there had been something to his choice to say it would go badly for both of them. Not a gist-user, almost certainly -- she should know if there was more than one of those in this city -- but something else interesting. And dangerous.

"Believe what you like, but I can't get inside anyone's head, nor can I make you do anything. I'm simply standing here." A pause, then, sweetly, "Shall I give you a moment, to get yourself under control?"