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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 04:49 pm
aeturnus) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 04:49 pm
Entry tags:
- marvel (mcu): loki,
- the adventure zone: taako taaco,
- ✖ dceu: clark kent,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist (03): edward elric,
- ✖ lucifer: chloe decker,
- ✖ marvel (616): angela,
- ✖ marvel (616): tony stark,
- ✖ marvel (616): victor von doom,
- ✖ original: cain,
- ✖ original: letha regis,
- ✖ original: shai ebbisaryn,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lucretia
[ open ] #throwbackthursday
who: Cain (now Romulus), Anyone
what: During the effects of the Temporal Chalice, Cain gets to explore some of his much, much earlier years. He's in his early twenties, not immortal, shy and gentle, and goes by his birth name: Romulus. Oops.
when: 15th until the event ends.
where: Housing during the day (floor six + around), and out in the Quarantine at night mostly. Specific starters upon request.
warnings: Romulus at this point in his life is a slave. Mentioned of free vs not, expectations of having lesser value, and possible other related subjects are very likely. More will be edited in if necessary.
i. Housing. Floor six.
[ He's not sure what to do with himself here. One of the first things Romulus did when he came to was familiarize himself with the device he carries around with him, because he remembers that being important, and notices that the job he only vaguely recalls sent a message to not show up if you couldn't do the work citing distraction to the other workers who were still in their right minds. He supposes that means he should stay away from the place and he intends to. It just doesn't leave him a whole lot to do aside from putter around the floor he knows he belongs in, even if most of his belongings feel foreign and familiar at the same time. Sparse, too. Some technology to work, small knickknacks here and there, and nothing that really speaks to who he is. All except for a plain lantern hanging from the bedpost with scenery drawn on it that makes him feel more at home. It's familiar to him, only a breath away, if he were back home at all. That lantern is lit every night to help him sleep.
Either way, Romulus putters. Messes around in the kitchen to try and make food but plenty of the products are foreign and confusing and he sticks with what he knows, basic fruits and vegetables and puts together simpler things with simpler tools and methods. He's not going for anything fancy, just subsiding on what he can until he figures out what he's doing here anymore. What he doesn't do is actively bother anyone. Finds his own supplies and makes sure whatever he uses is communal and doesn't belong to anyone in particular, shops with the money he's found for himself to buy things he can't find.
It's probably easier to ignore the guy who's suddenly turned wallflower around floor six, or even in the rest of the building where he comes and goes quite often out to explore the city. Except... he didn't used to be like this, not at all, entire demeanor changed. Not that he's the only one but it's pretty radical and noticeable. Kinda sad, really. ]
ii. Quarantine.
[ Mostly, he goes out at night. Lots of people don't notice the nervous ones at night because crime still exists but Quarantine is better protected and managed than most cities in other universes, apparently, and a lot of the older residents expect the nervous ones to calm down eventually. Romulus isn't nervous because of crime, but instead because it feels like a lie. He shouldn't be out here without a cause or an order or a reason given to him to explain if anyone catches him out — but he's not doing anything wrong. There's no master here, no one holding him in their hands and certainly no one to say he can't explore or shop or live.
It's freedom, and it has his heart constantly in his throat. What do you do with freedom?
Either way, he stumbles into people because he's not paying attention, lost in thought. Flinches back and swerves to press nearer to the walls or almost walks into the street sometimes and has to get fished out of the way. It's all very nerve-wracking, but again, people expect it more in the darkness for whatever reason. Sometimes he does go out in the day, too, but this is easier for him. ]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you—forgive me.
[ He doesn't meet many peoples' eyes in the dark of the night, either. ]
iii. Wild Card.
[ Romulus gets places he shouldn't. Curiosity is certainly his vice and that's never gotten him anyplace good. It's usually up to Remus to keep him from wandering and Remus isn't here. He doesn't go into dangerous-looking places, but stores or odd streets or stopping to watch something odd? There's no reason not to. ]
[ Make something up, and I'll work a response in! Contact at plurk or at biomagnet#1925 @ disco to discuss more if necessary. ]
what: During the effects of the Temporal Chalice, Cain gets to explore some of his much, much earlier years. He's in his early twenties, not immortal, shy and gentle, and goes by his birth name: Romulus. Oops.
when: 15th until the event ends.
where: Housing during the day (floor six + around), and out in the Quarantine at night mostly. Specific starters upon request.
warnings: Romulus at this point in his life is a slave. Mentioned of free vs not, expectations of having lesser value, and possible other related subjects are very likely. More will be edited in if necessary.
i. Housing. Floor six.
[ He's not sure what to do with himself here. One of the first things Romulus did when he came to was familiarize himself with the device he carries around with him, because he remembers that being important, and notices that the job he only vaguely recalls sent a message to not show up if you couldn't do the work citing distraction to the other workers who were still in their right minds. He supposes that means he should stay away from the place and he intends to. It just doesn't leave him a whole lot to do aside from putter around the floor he knows he belongs in, even if most of his belongings feel foreign and familiar at the same time. Sparse, too. Some technology to work, small knickknacks here and there, and nothing that really speaks to who he is. All except for a plain lantern hanging from the bedpost with scenery drawn on it that makes him feel more at home. It's familiar to him, only a breath away, if he were back home at all. That lantern is lit every night to help him sleep.
Either way, Romulus putters. Messes around in the kitchen to try and make food but plenty of the products are foreign and confusing and he sticks with what he knows, basic fruits and vegetables and puts together simpler things with simpler tools and methods. He's not going for anything fancy, just subsiding on what he can until he figures out what he's doing here anymore. What he doesn't do is actively bother anyone. Finds his own supplies and makes sure whatever he uses is communal and doesn't belong to anyone in particular, shops with the money he's found for himself to buy things he can't find.
It's probably easier to ignore the guy who's suddenly turned wallflower around floor six, or even in the rest of the building where he comes and goes quite often out to explore the city. Except... he didn't used to be like this, not at all, entire demeanor changed. Not that he's the only one but it's pretty radical and noticeable. Kinda sad, really. ]
ii. Quarantine.
[ Mostly, he goes out at night. Lots of people don't notice the nervous ones at night because crime still exists but Quarantine is better protected and managed than most cities in other universes, apparently, and a lot of the older residents expect the nervous ones to calm down eventually. Romulus isn't nervous because of crime, but instead because it feels like a lie. He shouldn't be out here without a cause or an order or a reason given to him to explain if anyone catches him out — but he's not doing anything wrong. There's no master here, no one holding him in their hands and certainly no one to say he can't explore or shop or live.
It's freedom, and it has his heart constantly in his throat. What do you do with freedom?
Either way, he stumbles into people because he's not paying attention, lost in thought. Flinches back and swerves to press nearer to the walls or almost walks into the street sometimes and has to get fished out of the way. It's all very nerve-wracking, but again, people expect it more in the darkness for whatever reason. Sometimes he does go out in the day, too, but this is easier for him. ]
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you—forgive me.
[ He doesn't meet many peoples' eyes in the dark of the night, either. ]
iii. Wild Card.
[ Romulus gets places he shouldn't. Curiosity is certainly his vice and that's never gotten him anyplace good. It's usually up to Remus to keep him from wandering and Remus isn't here. He doesn't go into dangerous-looking places, but stores or odd streets or stopping to watch something odd? There's no reason not to. ]
[ Make something up, and I'll work a response in! Contact at plurk or at biomagnet#1925 @ disco to discuss more if necessary. ]
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[She's a little surprised, but she'll run with it. And she hops down to come over and watch him, expecting him to give her a bite-sized amount to try.]
I'm Letha Regis - I'm a noblewoman from Thornwell. I had a personal servant, his name was Gerard, but he's not here.
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[ He gets a fork to spear some of the leaves and additions onto and kneels down for her. Really, he's holding the fork out with a hand cupped under and she can just taste it from there if she wants, he's obviously used to this sort of thing. ]
I'm sorry to hear that, but it's my honor to meet you, Lady Regis. We hail from the Etruscan coast.
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I do want some. [She prances back over to her stool to watch him.] Is your master here? Or mistress?
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No, my master is not, nor are his children.
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[Great logic, Letha. You're the best.]
After all, I'm too small to do things on my own. I can't even animate yet.
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[ It's a really weird position to be in. People refusing to treat him like a slave or a servant or anything but a free man, most of the time, and then this girl who makes him want to slip back into it so easily because it's what he knows. Better to not be completely overwhelmed but there's something tantalizing about exploring the freedom. He hesitates and picks up on something else in the meantime. ]
Animate? You're very animated, ma'am.
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Oh, but I mean animating the dead! I'm going to be a soldier when I grow up, so I have to be extra good with animating, but I can't do it yet. My cousin Elodia is the best with them, she can animate three at once! I'm going to be even better than her some day.
[At least this version of Letha doesn't wear skulls in her hair, so it's not immediately obvious how expendable she thinks the dead are.. but she is wearing a bright red ribbon, trying to emulate her cousin. Elodia is her hero, and Elodia wears red so she must too.]
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... but if it's possible to reanimate them, bring them back, his heart aches for the opportunity. Would it be the same? What would it even do? He's not sure. This feeling rising up into his throat, however, is not pleasant and he decides he doesn't quite like the sound of this small lady's ambitions. ]
Someday... I'm sure you will.
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Though, Romulus will notice her numbers only show about nine years left to live. So that may shed some doubt on exactly how good at this skill she'll get.]
What about you? What was your master back home?
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My master is the lord of a large estate along the Etruscan coast. A businessman.
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[Is she listening? It's hard to tell, she doesn't seem patient enough to really follow the conversation - either because of her age or her natural inability to focus on anything that doesn't immediately keep her entertained.
Well, and as soon as he's put her salad in front of her she starts digging into it like she hasn't eaten in days. With her luck at socialization, she probably hasn't.]
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No... I've never before met someone capable of magic.
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[She's honestly a little glad to not have her parents here. Her mother would be chiding her to hell and back about her table manners, but apparently here she has a house to herself and thus can do what she wants.]
Everyone in my family can do magic. We speak to the dead and visit the Netherworld, where dead people go. Sometimes I go down to play with some of the children who died young.
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[ Life itself is plenty busy without magic, even if it certainly is more awesome than anything else he could think of. ]
Ah... why not living children?
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[Which is an answer to both questions.]
And anyway, I only have three cousins my age. Aristeo picks fights, Severin cheats at everything and Mary never speaks. And none of them want to play at night, so I dreamwalk to play with dead children instead.
[There are servants' children her age... but the thought has never occurred to her to play with them.]
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[ It's said with knowledge, but hesitantly. He doesn't often see spirits roaming, or when he does, they're usually bound or confused and certainly not good playmates. That he sees them at all is a rather unspoken secret back home. Just for him and Remus, the only ones who see it. Perhaps if this girl sees them as well, she might understand. ]
Shouldn't you be asleep at night?
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[She doesn't seem to have any heat to her comment, it's just a fact. Although she naturally sounds like she thinks the world revolves around her (because it does, clearly.)]
The dead stay in the Netherworld - dreams are halfway there. Necromancers like me just go further so we can be in the land of the dead with the dead.
...My mother doesn't like me doing it, though. You can't rest if you're in the Netherworld. And you can't tell time either, so I wake up late a lot.
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[ He backtracks quickly because it's true. He doesn't have magic, even if he knows what he knows because that is real. There's no way it isn't. ]
When do you find time to rest properly, then?
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[Translation: sometimes she passes out from exhaustion. One day she'll learn to control her impulses.]
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[ He doesn't press, just starts to sedately eat his own food. Bit awkwardly. They're not supposed to eat in front of anyone but other slaves, but... this has been fine so far. ]