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tushanshu_logs2015-02-21 01:16 am
ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-02-21 01:16 am
Entry tags:
- %event,
- post: npc,
- thread: anton shudder,
- thread: aya,
- thread: china sorrows,
- thread: gene khan,
- thread: jackie ma,
- thread: michaelangelo,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: npc,
- thread: raine sage,
- thread: skulduggery pleasant,
- thread: solomon wreath,
- thread: yami no bakura,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † aang,
- † akito wanijima,
- † aqua,
- † genis sage,
- † jack frost,
- † katara,
- † sonja,
- † stork,
- † tazendra,
- † thread: enjolras,
- † toph bei fong,
- † wan,
- † xion,
- † zuko
[EVENT] Bonfire Night
Characters: ALL!
Date: February 21st
Location: Various.
Situation: It’s cold. Time to cuddle up and make bonfires for the warmth.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
As night falls the city’s lights take something of a unique turn. Instead of being lit by millions of paper lanterns, Keeliai is tonight lit by the flames and warmth of dozens if not hundreds of fires. Some of them are small, not much more than warming hearths in a barrel on a street, but others encompass squares and boulevards.
The fire lighting procession winds through the city’s streets, beginning at the first bonfire in Fire Sector. By the time full night has arrived, that procession is a snake illuminated by dozens of torches, parting from the main parade to light smaller fires in smaller streets. It ends, finally, in Central, in the Courtyard of Public Opinion, whose bonfire is second only to the initiating one in Fire Sector.
In some areas an exchange of goods arises, mostly in terms of woollens and other warm clothes and blankets. Though food is considered a public resource on this occasion, bartering small knickknacks, songs, stories and even other woollen items is not uncommon an exchange.
Meals are shared among kedan and Foreigners, commoners and emissaries--primarily stews, soups and other foods easily baked in the coals of the fires. Everyone brings food, and what isn’t contributed to the pot is nevertheless shared around after preparation. Although some bonfires are markedly wealthier than others, food and shelter is spread around to make sure everyone is safe and warm. No one goes cold and alone on this night.
LINKS
Fire Sector (main bonfire) | Water Sector | Metal Sector | Earth Sector | Wood Sector | Central Keeliai
OOC Notes
The five Bresilykian emissary NPC can be found moving from Sector to Sector and partaking in the various traditions of each, and so can be engaged anywhere, while the Keeliai NPCs generally are staying in their respective areas as detailed below. Please put the name of the NPC you're requesting in the subject line of your tag if you want to interact with them. Thank you!
Date: February 21st
Location: Various.
Situation: It’s cold. Time to cuddle up and make bonfires for the warmth.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
As night falls the city’s lights take something of a unique turn. Instead of being lit by millions of paper lanterns, Keeliai is tonight lit by the flames and warmth of dozens if not hundreds of fires. Some of them are small, not much more than warming hearths in a barrel on a street, but others encompass squares and boulevards.
The fire lighting procession winds through the city’s streets, beginning at the first bonfire in Fire Sector. By the time full night has arrived, that procession is a snake illuminated by dozens of torches, parting from the main parade to light smaller fires in smaller streets. It ends, finally, in Central, in the Courtyard of Public Opinion, whose bonfire is second only to the initiating one in Fire Sector.
In some areas an exchange of goods arises, mostly in terms of woollens and other warm clothes and blankets. Though food is considered a public resource on this occasion, bartering small knickknacks, songs, stories and even other woollen items is not uncommon an exchange.
Meals are shared among kedan and Foreigners, commoners and emissaries--primarily stews, soups and other foods easily baked in the coals of the fires. Everyone brings food, and what isn’t contributed to the pot is nevertheless shared around after preparation. Although some bonfires are markedly wealthier than others, food and shelter is spread around to make sure everyone is safe and warm. No one goes cold and alone on this night.
LINKS
Fire Sector (main bonfire) | Water Sector | Metal Sector | Earth Sector | Wood Sector | Central Keeliai
OOC Notes
The five Bresilykian emissary NPC can be found moving from Sector to Sector and partaking in the various traditions of each, and so can be engaged anywhere, while the Keeliai NPCs generally are staying in their respective areas as detailed below. Please put the name of the NPC you're requesting in the subject line of your tag if you want to interact with them. Thank you!
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"Where did those come from?"
Far from a refusal, she almost looked like she was consider accepting.
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He's already tested them out; perhaps in equal parts taking pity and poking fun at the thief, Milyn had given him a few more than usual, but he wasn't planning on staying out here long enough to need them all.
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"...thank you." Surprisingly, the words weren't as difficult to say as she might have expected. Regardless of whatever she might feel for the boy, in that moment, common courtesy took over.
She took just a single candy, taking care to undo the rapper before discreetly popping it into her mouth. A rush of sweet flavor flooded her taste buds, and she actually shuddered from the sudden sugar.
"Magic?"
The candy wasn't warm, but it was supposed to make her warm. She had no other guess as to how it did that.
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"Though I can't say I'd feel safe, the thought of that woman as a mage. She speaks without thinking, hardly a quality you'd want in someone who casts spells."
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"Then how does it work?"
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The scope of the science that Bakura knew was what he'd inherited from Ryou's knowledge, and most of it made moderate sense to the thief. He understood chemistry and biology and maths and physics. It wasn't like sciences hadn't been invented yet, in his time-- they were just thought of differently. Chemistry was medicine, biology were the rites of the dead, maths were currency and architecture, physics were just good sense of awareness of the world around them. The contexts were different, but the core of them were the same.
"You could always ask, if she doesn't talk you to sleep."
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But...no, he was most likely only insulting the healer. Which she considered incredibly rude, given just how much Milyn had helped them all. Hadn't she been the one to care for them all that time? Sure, she was a little...cheerful for Midii's preference, but she was one of the few whom she held no ill will towards whatsoever.
"I don't think that'll happen."
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"But the candy works, whatever the method. That's all I was interested in," he said, tucking his own into his mouth.
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I wonder...
(...nah, couldn't be.)
"How can you not want to know how something like that works? You would really just accept it like that?"
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On one hand, there was always the aspect that one day he might use whatever he learned to his advantage, but on the other, it was just a desire to learn something.
Yet that drive had been missing lately, since his unwilling return to Keeliai, and although he'd known --distantly, abstractly, in the back of his mind -- that it wasn't there, having the change called out so plainly was still a surprise. He just didn't care now, and it wasn't a voluntary disregard.
Even having it challenged didn't spark anything.
"... so it seems, anymore."
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"Why?"
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"Wanting to learn something just for the sake of learning it, not because it's something that you need, takes a specific kind of energy. It's more demanding; people always work better under pressure, it's how they are. That is why it's easier to learn a language when it's the only one around you and you need to communicate. It turns into... a kind of hunger, that you need to always feed."
He shrugged, then decided that analogy was close enough to the truth. "Sometimes, people simply don't want to expend the energy and would rather put it towards other things-- other times, they don't have that energy left. It's not always so easy as just saying 'this is why' and leaving it at that."
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She understood what he meant, of course, because a lot of what he said was true. Learning did take energy. It took focus and time and other things that people didn't always have to spare. Small, seemingly insignificant trivias, or minute facts spewed out at random that are then immediately tucked away in the back of one's brain. Never to be used again.
She understood that part, but not necessarily what it had to do with the candies. Something relevant to them, in the present.
...although, to a lesser degree, she also couldn't understand how somebody couldn't want to learn anything and everything about this world that they could.
"How do you know it's something you need until you learn it? What if you needed to know at a later time, but didn't because you brushed the thought off too quickly before?"
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And that was really what it came down to, in his opinion. Those who chose not to pursue information when they had the choice weren't apathetic about it, they were actively working against themselves. But sometimes it was necessary.
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...but--and this was, perhaps, a sign of actual growing maturity on her part--she did understand his perspective now. A little.
"I won't burn out."
It wasn't a brag. It wasn't even a statement. The way her eyes darted to one side...it was as if she were trying to convince herself as much as him.
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"Perhaps you'll have the right combination of skill and fortune."
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"Luck has nothing to do with it. I won't burn out because I can't."
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"...think what you want of me. I don't care."
So long as you don't think of me as an easy target.
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Nice talk.
(...though, ironically, by their standards? It was.)