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Master's and Servant's first outpost journey
Who: Gilgamesh and Hakuno
When: back-dated for this event, so probably around 17th or 18th of Feoveuer
Where: in the Wilde
What: Master and Servant trying to solve the leyline issue
Warnings: Probably not a lot? Stressful situations, maybe? IDK. POSSIBLE SHENANIGAN-LADEN ATTEMPTS TO IMPROVE A PROBLEM...
[ ostensibly, the Wilde has very little in common with the terrain they traversed in the Moon Cell.
one is comprised of forests and the genuine substances thereof; the other is (or was?) a virtual reality of spiritron particles and ruthless imaginary numbers, of pixellated school buildings and cherry trees. the only obvious similarity is the state of decay and peril: rot as sickly-sweet as Meltlillith's honey. Hakuno, who has lived on the edge of danger for all of her brief existence, is a natural transplant for the change in scenery. one might even say the current landscape, dead and ghostly though it is, is an improvement over floating in an isolated pseudo-paradise that is enclosed away from space and time and change forever. and better, perhaps, than a never-ending tournament of death.
but this is certainly not a desirable landscape. at least adventure is a promise here, but to see the land in such an aggrieved state does not quite ignite the spark of excitement that should come with travel in new and unknown lands. ]
To hear no birds, nor even the cries of beasts... [ well, Gilgamesh will just be musing aloud to Hakuno as they survey the Silent Forest, some paces away from the remainder of the group, but not so far that there is any genuine risk of separation this time. ] It is as though I were in Kur yet again, or as though Kur had begun to overflow into my kingdom.
[ which, as legends went, did happen now and then. ]
At least it is said that those plants may curb a little of the infection. [ he has been collecting them in his rucksack and placing them in the group cart -- for science! and exploration. ] But best you be careful, Master. You are at risk for these infections, aren't you? Come next Moon, I had better not find you running about with those mongrel Shades.
[ and he still has no idea what is going to happen with her body, but hopefully the result will be better than... the Monsters he catches a glimpse of in the forest. he glances coolly at those white, misty, death-pale and unfortunate wraiths as they wander by, large and quiet and ambling amid the whispering tree leaves. ]
When: back-dated for this event, so probably around 17th or 18th of Feoveuer
Where: in the Wilde
What: Master and Servant trying to solve the leyline issue
Warnings: Probably not a lot? Stressful situations, maybe? IDK. POSSIBLE SHENANIGAN-LADEN ATTEMPTS TO IMPROVE A PROBLEM...
[ ostensibly, the Wilde has very little in common with the terrain they traversed in the Moon Cell.
one is comprised of forests and the genuine substances thereof; the other is (or was?) a virtual reality of spiritron particles and ruthless imaginary numbers, of pixellated school buildings and cherry trees. the only obvious similarity is the state of decay and peril: rot as sickly-sweet as Meltlillith's honey. Hakuno, who has lived on the edge of danger for all of her brief existence, is a natural transplant for the change in scenery. one might even say the current landscape, dead and ghostly though it is, is an improvement over floating in an isolated pseudo-paradise that is enclosed away from space and time and change forever. and better, perhaps, than a never-ending tournament of death.
but this is certainly not a desirable landscape. at least adventure is a promise here, but to see the land in such an aggrieved state does not quite ignite the spark of excitement that should come with travel in new and unknown lands. ]
To hear no birds, nor even the cries of beasts... [ well, Gilgamesh will just be musing aloud to Hakuno as they survey the Silent Forest, some paces away from the remainder of the group, but not so far that there is any genuine risk of separation this time. ] It is as though I were in Kur yet again, or as though Kur had begun to overflow into my kingdom.
[ which, as legends went, did happen now and then. ]
At least it is said that those plants may curb a little of the infection. [ he has been collecting them in his rucksack and placing them in the group cart -- for science! and exploration. ] But best you be careful, Master. You are at risk for these infections, aren't you? Come next Moon, I had better not find you running about with those mongrel Shades.
[ and he still has no idea what is going to happen with her body, but hopefully the result will be better than... the Monsters he catches a glimpse of in the forest. he glances coolly at those white, misty, death-pale and unfortunate wraiths as they wander by, large and quiet and ambling amid the whispering tree leaves. ]