[open] after a while they always get it

[rorosa]

Date & Time: 12/02 - ANY TIME AT ALL. YOU DECIDE.
Location: rural parts of the outlands; very occasionally the city streets
Characters: Corosa Nyem (rorosa), Rosalyn Cross (redemptio), Aileen Kimbler (seamend), Tier Halibel (sacrificar), Simmaeri (allsongs), ... and anyone else who wants to say hi I guess (though fyi, these are all mostly wrap-up threads; this character will be dropped soon)
Summary: COROSA CONTINUES TO BE A CRANKY SMELLY HOBO. possibly passes some interesting info on before he leaves. possibly gets some new clothes god.
Warnings: N/A

[ ooc: for characters explicitly named above, threads are started below: rosalyn, aileen, halibel, simmaeri ]

[ Corosa's a common sight out in the nicer parts of the outlands; he avoids the hollowed-out cities and anything that looks even slightly urban, but he's right at home in what little countryside there is. It's now been long enough that he's quite familiar with the lands out here, and getting better at hunting game.

You might find him shooting at trees for target practice, or stalking after a ... seven-antlered buck. Or maybe asleep out in the open. Maybe perched on top of a hill to squint suspiciously at the sprawling ruins that he's been so diligently steering clear of for the past month or so. Or maybe just wandering around squinting suspiciously at the world in general, that's a thing he does. ]

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[closed to rosalyn cross | 12/02 early afternoon]

[rorosa]

[ There's an old village here, all crumbling brick stone, eroded by years of wind and rain. Most of the walls have broken down and fallen in, and not a single building can still lay claim to a roof.

Even so, Corosa's still uneasy here. It's only a little better than the city proper, in his mind.

But from a higher vantage point, he'd spotted what looked like a well in the depths of these ruins. Possibly wherever the commons used to be. So he's here now, picking carefully through tumbled bricks to try and make his way further inwards. ]

sorry for the wait jshdf

[redemptio]

[she'd been warned of the dangers but she was too stubborn to find what she wanted to heed them. how she managed to get to these village remnants is a mystery - maybe her determination was enough to get her there. maybe.]

Goodness... what a sad place.. [she was used to the harshness of the situation back in the city... but this? just thinking about what happened to what she assumed were homes, to the people that lived in them, it tugged at her heart.

until she heard something, like a few pebbles & stones fall, causing the young priest to stop in her tracks]

H-... Hello? Is someone there..?

NAW IT'S COOL <3

[rorosa]

[ Corosa pauses and blinks, a little unsure -- a human voice? Out here? He quickly checks to make sure his gun is present and secured in his harness, then starts to pick his way backwards, circling in towards the voice.

He spots Rosalyn easily enough, and immediately does a double-take upon recognizing her uniform. He stumbles to a halt. She's there, standing in the ruined street; he's frozen mid-step, one foot up on the crumbled base of what was once a wall, his hand raised just slightly, the sleeve of his right arm fluttering emptily in the breeze and giving away the presence -- or rather, absence -- of his amputated limb.

After a while, Corosa calls out. ]

Priestess?

PHEW;

[redemptio]

You... You know what I am? [anyone from her world would know instantly that she's a priestess by her attire. so far she's only run into two from home, but who would've guessed she'd run into someone else?

here of all places!

a brightness lights up her face, perhaps even the ruins in a sense, & she makes her way over to him. it never crosses her mind, not even once, that this stranger could potentially be someone she shouldn't be around. ... in fact that thought never crosses her mind at all. each person she meets is a good person in her eyes until proven otherwise.

as she hops up over a few fallen pieces of rubble, she approaches him with that bright, friendly smile she offers to everyone she meets]

What incredible fate that brought us together! Hello! My name is Rosalyn Cross, I'm so happy to make your acquaintance. What is your name?

[rorosa]

Ah... [ Corosa's even more taken aback by her brightness, looking a little uncomfortable, like a deer caught in headlights. Her enthusiasm is probably understandable, if he thinks about it -- but he doesn't have time to. Rosalyn's walking towards him.

Slowly, Corosa steps up and over the broken wall to meet Rosalyn halfway. He looks at her, looks past the uniform. She's young, maybe just recently only an acolyte.... Corosa sighs, and holds out his hand. ]

Corosa Nyem. Gunslinger, Einbroch. [ a pause. ] It's good to meet you, Rosalyn Cross.

What brings you out here?

[redemptio]

[he's not too far off! she's only been a priest for a little while now...

seeing his extended hand, Rosalyn beams, & takes it for a friendly handshake.]

Gosh! All the way from the Republic? How fascinating! [she giggles.] It's nice to meet you too, Corosa. [she releases his hand after a moment & lets it join the other to fold behind her back]

As for why I'm here....I am on a quest!

[rorosa]

Sort of.... [ There's a bit of a mental grimace, and he's more than willing to let Rosalyn's last statement steer the conversation back to her. ]

A quest for what? [ He looks around, at the ruins, at the slow spread of struggling wildlife coming back in. ] There's nothing out here.

[redemptio]

[while she wants to ask him ALL about his stories as a member of the gunslinger guild, she answers his question first]

Oh, but that's just it. [she points to some vines & tiny sprouts trying to break free of all the rubble & rock]

It's very gloomy in the city, you see. I was hoping to find something that has a bit of life back, like... a small seed that could grow, so that I could bring a little hope back to the rest of the Transports.

[rorosa]

[ An actual grimace, now. ] I think that city needs a lot more than some plant life to help it.

[ Corosa steps over and leans in to look at the plants anyway. He shrugs, then knocks the knuckles of his fist into the rubble trapping the sprouts in. ]

Can you even get them out of there? [ His voice isn't unkind, only curious. They look rooted in pretty deep. ]

[redemptio]

[she looks around at the vegetation, or lack thereof, faltering somewhat.

but she will not give up!]

Maybe... Maybe a seed then.. so that I can help it grow.

[rorosa]

[ He's not certain that these things have seeds either... or if they do, where to start looking. He presses a thumb against the base of a stalk and frowns, nudging it. It seems to be tightly wedged in.

He steps back. ]

You might have better luck a little further in, over there. [ He gestures towards his original destination. ] I think there's a well over there, maybe... plants should follow water, correct?

[ even if the water is way underground? uh, maybe. ]

[redemptio]

[to be honest there was a little part of her that thought he would've scolded her or called her idea stupid. the fact that he did no such thing & even pointed her in the right direction just made her so... elated!]

Oh? [she follows where he gestured, face looking even brighter than before] Yes, you're right!

[okay, yes! LOOKS LIKE SHE HAS A PLAN! which is more than what she had when she first got here] Will you come with me?

[rorosa]

Certainly. I was headed that way myself. [ He goes after her, a little worried. It didn't seem as if she belonged out here; her bright cheer is terribly out of place in the face of all this grey rain.

Corosa takes the lead. He doesn't think that anyone else is out here, and all the wildlife is fairly non-aggressive (if skittish), but just in case.... ]

Did you come all the way out here by yourself?

[redemptio]

Splendid! Thank you ever so much for your company Corosa!

[like a faithful little puppy, she follows, hands joining behind her back as she walks]

Yes I did! I was a little afraid at first, but I pushed myself to go. I've read about these expanses but I wanted to see it first hand myself. [she was actually a little more afraid than she lets on, but part of her courage lies in her optimism]

What about you? What are you doing out here?

[rorosa]

Me? I live out here.

[ He's a little more careful about choosing his path now than he was before. He eyes every overhanging roof, every column with a little bit of suspicion, believing that just a little more wind might bring brick toppling down on them, debris falling onto their heads -- which wouldn't be a problem, normally, except that now he worries for Rosalyn as well.

So it takes him a while to formulate the rest of his response. He can only do one thing at a time. ]

Not-- not here, exactly. But in the wilderness.

[redemptio]

[she's not as worried about the terrain they're walking on as she should be, or at least it doesn't look it with the way she's smiling.]

You live out here? [well that explains why she's never seen him before. Rosalyn tilts her head curiously as she hops over a few fallen stones. this is a little fun!] May I ask why?

[rorosa]

I don't like the city. [ and the city, he is almost certain, doesn't like him. ] That's all, really. I prefer it out here... more open.

[ he switches topics as they near the well. ]

There's a few more of us in the city though. An acoly-- a priest that I met once is here. And there's a monk now, too. I think.

[redemptio]

Oh--! You know Ashraf & Jac? What a splendid coincidence! They are both friends of mine.

[she giggles, not minding at all about the change of subject] Hehe, what a truly small world we're in!

[rorosa]

[ Jac -- was that his name? There hadn't been much time for introductions, in all that mess. ]

How are they? I haven't seen them in a while. [ Then, almost to himself: ] They probably didn't mention me.

[ He stops walking now, looking around, hunting for plant life... there's a bit more of it here. Splashes of green in shadows and corners, between broken-up roads, in the shelter of standing walls. But still struggling. ]

[redemptio]

They are just fine! I've been so blessed to have the chance to meet people from home here.

[when he stops, she does too, keeping her eyes peeled for anything she could bring back to the city]

These poor things... they're using all their strength to find life. [she walks over to a string of green pushing through rubble & crouches down with a sympathetic smile as a hand touches it gingerly] I feel sorry for them.

[rorosa]

[ He follows her, and gingerly pushes at the rubble with the toe of his boot. It's loose; they could probably clear it off, free the roots, maybe get the sprout out without much damage.... ]

Why? [ He stares at Rosalyn, eyebrows raised. ] They're only plants.

[ Then, after a bit of thought: ] I think there's some gardens in the city, too... Have you seen them yet? They're a little out of the way.

[redemptio]

Plants are living beings too! [huff huff!]

I haven't seen anything of the sort in the city. [she tilts her head as she glances up. she'd been cooped up in the library since her arrival that she never got the chance to really explore]

[rorosa]

[ Corosa just blinks at the outburst, and shrugs. All right. He supposes they are. ]

There's this... strange building somewhere.... Lots of fallen statues, lots of plants. Looks a mess, though. If I ever come back to the city I might be able to show you. [ He's unable to give directions to it, but he thinks if he went searching in person, he'd be able to find it without problem.

A slightly more helpful thought occurs to him, then. ]

Or you should ask for Simmaeri. She's another Transport -- she'll know where it is.