LANDFALL | TAVIMBI | MARCH MINGLE LOG

[ironwood]

Characters: ALL!
Date: March 1 - 31
Location: City of Hatal, Tavimbi
Situation: Tu Vishan is still anchored just off the coastline of Tavimbi, and the city of Hatal continues to welcome kedan and Foreigners alike.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.


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The Tavimbians continue to be welcoming to their guests, and while Foreigners are still required to carry their issued pass stamps while in Hatal, they are starting to become recognized. The stamps are made of a brassy metal, a little larger than a credit card, and inscribed with their information, their date of arrival, and whether they've had any run-ins with the laws in Tavimbi (it will be stamped accordingly by the authorities if such happens.)

OOC: There are starters in the comments for various areas of Hatal, or you can use the rest of the post for anything on Tavimbi which doesn't fit under those headings. All city descriptions, as well as NPC contacts for threading, can be found in the Tavimbi OOC post, which is currently stickied in the OOC comm.

Be sure to also check the March Itinerary for up to date happenings in Hatal, and to tag this entry with your character tag when you join in.

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LINKS
Hatal Exterior - The Metal Heights | The Causeway Level | The Reservoir Level
The Artery Level | The Lorn Level | The Jagaiz Rings | OOC Post

Comments

awww yis

[purrns]

Chat stares at the dog, as it is created as it vanishes away, and gives a low, appreciative whistle.

"Cool trick."

The ring gives another insistent BEEP BEEP, but Chat ignores it, instead moving to the debris, helping Solomon move it. He keeps at it, wincing each time the ring beeped, knowing it was getting closer to he point he'd change back. He can't do anything as Adrien, but he can't abandon his post, either.

His ears pick up the sound of people in distance, the "fake" cat ones on top of his head twitching. People were coming. The ring BEEP BEEPS again. Two minutes. He exhales slowly, pushing a piece of debris off the shoulder of someone who is far too still for comfort.

"People are on the way. Three, I think. Pretty sure."

[peacefullywreathed]

"Thank you."

It's said a little dryly, and that's all Solomon says before moving on. Not about to mention the part where it was a first-timer, after all. Puppets are puppets.

Solomon doesn't speak again until Adrien does, focussed on the shadows and not losing his grip on them. He's vaguely aware of the dog the further it goes, siphons off some magic to keep it shaped, but he isn't paying attention to what it might see, or whether he can borrow those views. Even without a power shortage, there's only so many times he can divide his attention.

"Good," Solomon mutters, a little belatedly, in response. They're working fast for only two people, but it's impossible not to catch Adrien's timer counting down. Obviously, there are limitations to his powers.

He senses the rescuers as they come into the cave--Tavimbians, he thinks; he can usually tell humans and kedan by soul by this point--but they don't really come closer. Balking, maybe. Even here, Solomon is accustomed to some degree of reticence to get close to his magic. With a whip of his hands Solomon sends a few blocks crashing into the pile behind him, and bows sardonically at the entrance.

"Don't be hesitant on my account. Most of them should be unburied enough to move."

[purrns]

Chat is glad for the people showing up, but he's also very aware bystanders can quickly turn into casualties, at least when the danger is still present. That's not really the case here, though, so while he remains a little tense, he does exhale a little, glad for the chance of an out. To get away and change back privately.

"Are you sure? I'm not exactly a lot of help when I'm not transformed, but I wouldn't want to leave you in the lurch."

He's not even going to use the secret identity as an excuse. They both know that's a lie.

[peacefullywreathed]

"I have these generous people here to help," Solomon says dryly, nodding toward those had arrived. Chat leaving means that the burden is on them to step up regardless of how intimidating a blind man flinging shadows around looks. True to expectation, their souls came a little closer and he hears the crunch of rubble, and low voices talking, as they discuss how to extract the survivors.

"But if you'd like I let you know how it goes, later," Solomon adds, "if there's someone I can leave a message with."

[purrns]

"If you're sure?"

The ring BEEP BEEPS again and he knows he has a minute left. Not enough time to discuss this or hang back any longer. He needs to leave, and he needs to leave now. He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks. I'm usually around the fire district. You can leave a message with Adrien, but I don't see him a whole lot. Might be a while before I talk to him. ANYway, good luck, and I'll see you around."

And with an extend of his staff, he's leaping off over the rooftops, finding a quiet place to transform back just in time. Wow, yeah, that time was way too close.