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Grief
« on: August 09, 2016, 10:32:44 AM »
(Don't refer to character sheet)

“What the hell!?” Ghai said. His eyes scanned the room frantically as he tried to piece together bits of what he could remember. Covered in a cold sweat, the first thing he thought to check was his arms, which looked exactly as they should; strong, rich in color, and without any shackles on them. He felt for his face but where he expected the grooves of scars he instead found either smooth skin or stubble. His hair was a mess but short, his body ached but only as though he had taken a punch or two to the ribs. Everything felt normal, and that’s what scared him the most.

He quickly assessed his wearabouts to be one of the back alleys in Traverse Town, though he wasn’t sure which district. But what he could see was a severe lack of damage to the town. “There’s no way that was a dream, I must have passed out!” he said. Ghai rushed out of the alley to find himself in the first district, and to his amazement it was completely intact. “But-“

He could remember the raid on his home too vividly; the cries, the destruction, and the fight that changed his life forever. Try as he might there was no signs of a skirmish, just people making there routs in a world blanketed in night. Panic still gripped at him but there was enough reason for him to not act like a loon. “Kyoji…” he whispered as he recalled the name of his best friend. But as he regained that thought two other names rushed into his head.

“Yukurin?!” he said aloud. No one looked at him per norm, but as emotions rushed him the other important name fell from his lips. “Kitsaki… I-“

With a shake of his head Ghai felt the need to get away and made his path for the second district. Too much was imprinted in his mind to not be real, but like a dream he tried his best to hold onto what eh could. Overwhelming darkness, a little girl with lavender hair, and the smile of a woman he fell completely in love with. But as he struggled to remember everything more left him.
In the second district Ghai saw the clock tower in the distance, remembered saving Kitsaki from her free fall, remembered promising to help Kyoji save everyone, remembered so many important moments, and fell to his knee’s as it began to crumble into obscure thoughts. “It wasn’t a dream…”

There was a tone of solace in that moment. He knew somehow it wasn’t a dream, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Was he remembering a crumbling world before something forced time back? Were those even the same possible events? Ghai rose to his feet and assessed himself once more. He wore comfortable pants black in color, a pair of worn boots, and a sleeveless white hoodie. He ran his fingers through the mess of his black hair and looked at the world through deep green eyes. He was a large man, but felt like even larger things were about to happen. “Alright, what now?”

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Re: Grief
« Reply #1 on: August 20, 2016, 11:24:32 AM »
((Ditto with the character sheet))

Night.  It was always night here.  There were mixed feelings on that.  On the one hand, night had always been they're time.  When power crested 'neath waxing and waning moon and under the light of the stars.  But at the same time, too much of something cheapened it, made it mundane.  The magic was there, to be sure, but it somehow seemed less.... magical?  Unmagical magic?  Now she wasn't making any sense.  She was too sober for this kind of deep thinking, if it suited her at all.  Besides, she was on a mission.  Groceries needed getting, and she dare not tarry lest "the Ma'am" be cross upon he late return.

So thus it was that the glowing green orb fluttered through the night sky, leaving a tail of glittering dust as it passed.

Groceries were difficult to buy when you were but a few inches tall.  Mortals associated size with intelligence.  The less of one you had, the less of the others they automatically "knew" you had.  Maybe it had something to do with their young being small?  Or maybe it was the bully deep down inside them realizing that even it was the first time in their life, here was someone who was most certainly smaller and frailer than they were: patronize away.

And when they weren't patronizing, they were either staring in disbelief, or asking stupid questions like "Are you a fairy" and "Are you really real".  The pixie was no stranger to stupid questions.  She lived and worked in a pub, after all.  But come on.  Even drunkenness provided only so much excuse in a question sheer idiocy.

The green glowing orb flitted down an alleyway and behind a building's corner.  There was a dim green flash.  Then, out walked a petite blonde woman in a dirndl carrying a basket.  While she had no wings now, it was no secret she wasn't human.  Her eyes glowed a pale neon green.  Her ears were pointed.  While she could be broadly classified as "white" or "Caucasian" for the more politically correct, the reality was her skin bore hues of green.  However, in the half-light of of the street lights and lamps, you'd have never known it unless you had really keen night vision.  It became a bit more obvious when she stepped into the better lighting of the shop that was her first shop for the night, but not by any great means.

It was as she was departing the shop, purchases in her basket that she saw him.  Well, not "him" actually.  She didn't see "him" until later.  Come to that, she didn't "see" either.  The best word for it, in any human language, she supposed, would be "felt".  She stepped back out into the street, and detected that overwhelm tempest of emotion.  That one grand recognizable symptom of but one cause: a new arrival.  They always arrived with intense emotions, most often than not, regardless of else they were feeling, confusion was a grand portion.  Some were confused and sorrowful.  Some were confused and angry.  Some were confused but excited.  There were even a rare few (and these people scared the living shit out of her) who were confused... and overjoyed.

She sensed that whirl and whorl of emotion.  The kind a new arrival gives off.  But there was something... different about it.  There was confusion, as always.  And loss, as there often is.  A sprinkling of frustration there too.  But there was also a sensation of... what would be a good word?  Familiarity?  As if whoever was having these feelings was going through some sort of déjà vu.  Almost as if, emotionally, whoever it was, was going "here we go again, next verse same as the first".

Not caring who saw, or what happened to her recently-purchased eggs, the woman vanished and a tiny glowing green orb shot into the sky from where she hand once stood.  The basket of eggs fell to the ground, completely abandoned.  She honed in on the source.  On the new arrival.  But... were they really a new arrival?  The source was moving quickly through the town, as if it new exactly where it was and where it was going.  But if it wasn't a new arrival, why was it so upset?

It was in the second district that she finally found the source.  A man.  A big man.  He looked the sort of man she could expect to see as a regular in the pub, but then appearances could be deceiving.  She tried her best not to read books by there covers.  She wasn't familiar enough with mortals for it.  Not like "the Ma'am" was.  If people really were books, the Ma'am could recite them nearly word perfect just from a quick read of their back cover.  She wondered what kind of story this man was.  He met all the criteria she'd set.  His was a story she'd certainly want to read.

"Alright, what now?" she heard him say as she landed in a tiny burst of pixie dust behind him and grew to human-size, her wings once again absent.

"How about a drink?" she said.  She waited until the man turned around.  "It may not cure all ills, but it can help ease the symptoms a while."  She extended her hand in an odd fashion, like she'd heard of people offering their hands for a handshake, but had never actually seen it done.

"Call me Abbie.  I work in a pub nearby."
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Re: Grief
« Reply #2 on: August 20, 2016, 11:25:43 PM »
A drink?

A drink sounded really good right then. Ghai was no stranger to alcohol; he was a bouncer by trade before. He had plenty of memories of that time, it was after that he struggled to recall anything of importance. It became less of an enticement to drink and more to try and rekindle the part of himself that he was slowly losing that made him turn around. Taverns were like a second home to the bouncer, and it was possible that being inside of a comfortable place would help him retain something.

He expected someone small and frail by the voice, but no someone ethereal. No, that's not it he thought. Ghai was always sensitive to life energy, and from a teacher he never mentioned he learned to call it Chi.  Though he was able to tap into his own he had always been too brash to properly use it beyond brute methods. But having once been a part of the darkness to the point of divinity, it was as though he instinctively know how to reach beyond himself. As though his third eye had cracked open he knew what was before him was not human, but not harmful. His sense of touch reached well beyond his arms length, and was able to feel something calming and absolute about her. She was real, beyond him, and genuine.

“Ghai,” he said. His hand accepted hers. The hand that eclipsed hers was hard with callouses, but still warm with life. The exchange was gentle despite the overwhelming might he possessed, but not disrespectful to her size. “I'm a, used to be a bouncer.”

Something about stating what he was felt weird. In his heart he knew this wasn't right, that he should be doing something of colossal importance. He felt that he was so far from reality that he could float away at any moment. Yet claiming that he was a bouncer felt like a distant lie. He was once a bouncer. He was once someone of little importance in life.

But what had he become? What was he now?

He let go of her hand and wondered which pub she was referencing. It was possible that she worked at the same one he did, but he didn't remember her, and those memories were perfectly intact. No, she doesn't work at that dive he thought. It had to be one he somehow didn't know or wasn't able to recall.

“A drink might really help actually,” he said. “Or make things worse, but I'll have to take that chance I guess.”

He felt oddly out of character. He responded honestly and as he would have, but something felt incorrect. In a quick recall he remembered being brash and a general asshole to the majority of people. Right now though it felt easier to just speak, even with some bit of respect and acknowledgment. He shook his head to clear his focus and try to prevent himself from digging deeper into the trap of his own mind.

“Sorry, just a lot on my mind. Lead on.”
« Last Edit: August 21, 2016, 11:10:06 AM by Ghai »

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Re: Grief
« Reply #3 on: August 21, 2016, 02:33:26 PM »
The not-human girl smiled.  Unlike her attempt at a handshake, it was a gesture that seemed to come naturally to her; as if her face wasn't truly complete with it. 

"I understand completely."  She took his arm, wrapping her own fragile ones round in the manner of a young woman out of an evening with her beau.  The intimate posture of arm-in-arm.  It was thus that she became to guide him.

"A bouncer, you say?  So you should know the ins and outs of the bar business pretty well."  She didn't bother to wait for a response.  "But I think you'll find it might leave you at a disadvantage where I'm taking you.  When people walk into the front door they have certain preconceptions: ideas of how a bar should be.  But, you know how it goes.  You have the counter preconception that no bar is ever quite like the one people picture in their heads when they think of a 'bar'.  So where we're going may throw you for a small loop."

She wound them through the streets, through the Second District... and towards the Fourth.
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Re: Grief
« Reply #4 on: September 06, 2016, 07:08:03 AM »
A single eyebrow cocked upwards as she described where she was taking him. His mind briefly left the subject of his "dream" and reigned in on her peculiar description. A bar that was unlike other's didn't jive well with him, not when magic was something always on the table. Beyond that, this world was an intersection between worlds; every misfortunate or troubled soul ended up here. It became universally known to not force your homeworld custom's on others, but entering someones establishment made you fully victim to them.

She was a small thing holding gently onto his arm, smiling gently as though it were all she knew. The alpha in him felt a surge at the sight of a woman holding onto him, and a sense of both protectiveness and ownership filled his steps. But while testosterone was at work throughout his body his mind held onto a simple truth. Don't trust her.

He wanted to stay silent and aware, but curiosity was biting at him. He wanted, needed, some answers before he allowed himself to enter a strange bar. "As long as your don't slip my drink and let some harry guy named Hoary have his way with me, I'll be fine."

Ghai laughed inwardly at his own joke. It helped him feel less dethatched from himself. "I'm guessing this place isn't in the second district. So, where are we really going?"

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Re: Grief
« Reply #5 on: September 10, 2016, 04:15:33 PM »
"I doubt anything will get slipped into your drink there that you don't want in it.  The Ma'- er... the proprietor has very firm views about that sort of thing."

Abbie looked around to check her surroundings, looking to see how close they were to other people before lowering her voice to nearly a whisper.  "That is, unless you want that kind of thing to happen.  Then I'm sure arrangements could be made."

She winked.

It was a very meaningful gesture.

"As to where we're going..."

As they entered the Fourth District, Abbie stopped.  She pointed to a two story building.

There it was, located in Traverse Town’s Fourth District, near the Coliseum.  It appeared very much like the Accessory Shop and Item Workshop building in size and style: a two storey cubical building in Germanic half-timbered style with a single central double door on the ground floor.  The walls werre white, the timbers of its frame a nut brown, and its wood-shingle roof was blue.  And a barrel hung from a beam over the door.

"There."  She said simply.
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