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exsiliumlogs2012-12-07 10:35 pm
rorosa) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-07 10:35 pm
[open] after a while they always get it
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. ]
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. ]
[closed to simmaeri | 12/19 afternoon]
It was an unflattering comparison, to be sure, and of the two he vastly preferred Simmaeri, but the comparison was there all the same. It wouldn't leave his head, either-- perhaps his fault for letting himself linger in their presence for so long. But it wouldn't leave his head and, in any case, perhaps Simmaeri would find it interesting.
Corosa certainly found them interesting. He also found them almost horrifyingly unsettling. And perhaps a part of his morbid fascination was what made him want to share, with the one person who he thought had reason to care.
So he'd gone back to the city, just to look for Simmaeri. He was moving fast, for once, almost as if he was taking no notice of all of the buildings that rose high all around him. Singing. She was usually singing. She was easily found, if singing....
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She still had songs from Versailles on her lips, sung as though not yet cemented in her memory. Not true: Rather, she loved the sound of the new, and a mere few days was as new as the latest breath in the scope of her own time. Ranka and Takegami had given her much already, but there had been more. Each melody in turn, in long loops that were more than enough to give attentive ears the means to follow of their own accord, rather than her own.
Simmaeri sighed notes with happy notions of simply knowing them, in some places faintly touched by the regret of not knowing more, of having such a short-lived occasion come and gone.
Between crossings, grazing her fingertips against one of the lampposts, she saw scraggly, sharp-eyed and searching Corosa appear from his own comings and goings, and she swayed out of her step to turn and face his direction, grinning through the last note.
He had not been missed at that event until the second she had seen him.
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He looked a great deal less disheveled than usual; he was wearing new clothes underneath his coat, and he'd shaved recently, though the stubble was already coming back. He stopped before Simmaeri and rubbed at his jaw, slightly self-consciously.
But he managed to quickly shake his awkwardness off.
"Hello," he said. "Are you busy? Do you have plans for..." Corosa paused, and did some quick estimates in his head. "...the next four days? There's something I want you to see."
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Her brow furrowed a little as she listened, smoothing out with her quick understanding. It was easier now, putting the sentences together, making them stick to understandable things in her mind.
"It is a travel?" she asked. "Four days."
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Ah well. Most people weren't, to Corosa.
"It's out-- there." He gestured vaguely, behind him. "Outside of the city. You'll want to bring a bedroll, some more clothes-- do you have good shoes?"
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It was almost as much a dismissal as an affirmation – the notion of extra things, the shoes...He had wanted to go somewhere, somewhere far. Her interest, once reaching that conclusion, was quite piqued, and not as much for the idea of preparedness as the possible destination.
Simmaeri gave him a slow nod, her smile mild and resolute. "I will go with you. Show me."
Now, she seemed to imply, hardly budging to even think of packing.
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He paused a moment, hoping that the 'days' would sink in.
"I'll wait," he added.
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"It is no need," she said, shaking her head slowly. "I do not need food or sleep. I can travel much as you wish."
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"No need of...." Was this something lost in translation? Her grasp of the language was much better now, though; even Corosa had noticed that.
He coughed, uncertain of how to react. But he knew he had to react, somehow. So...
"All right." Acceptance was easy. He shrugged, and turned, starting to walk. Gesturing for Simmaeri to come along.
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"Wait." She had an almost sympathetic smile, but there was a crinkling in her eyes. She had an idea. "I will bring one thing. Wait, please."
Poor guy. It was confusing, no doubt, but he was just going to have to go ahead and wait, because she did not pause for his reply. It wasn't very far – just a block or so.
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He nodded to her as she left, and stopped right where he was. In the meanwhile, he did his very best to ignore the rest of the city, to the point of looking extremely awkward and out-of-place -- standing almost stone-still, frowning, waiting.
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She didn't need to eat, but he did. And this time, he wouldn't need to even try to ask her for that help.
"We will go now, yes?" She inclined her head, eyebrows lifted.
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"Yes," he said. "We go."
Hesitantly, Corosa offered the same arm back to her -- his hesitation was only because he wasn't sure that he could prevent the bag from swinging into Simmaeri with every step, if she took the offer. Dilemmas like this one made him resentful of his injury.
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Her fingers curled against his sleeve as she eased into step to match his, watching the way ahead with only the faintest guesses as to what was waiting ahead, what he intended to share.
"Will you tell me what it is now," she asked, still staring ahead, "or will I wait?"
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"It's some...." Corosa frowned. He hadn't any reservations about telling her before; he wasn't the sort of person who usually kept secrets, even if they were meant to be a pleasant surprise. But finding the words to convey the strangeness of the situation was suddenly beyond him.
He sighed to himself.
"You'll want to wait," he said. He wondered, briefly, what her reaction would be. Probably subdued, as most of her reactions appeared to be.
He kept moving.
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Of course, she was not about to accept silence for very long.
"What will you tell me, then?" she probed, an amused note in her tone. "What you see or learn in much days, away. What you think of."
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She asked, so he talked. Not the whole way, but for as much of it as he could. He told her about the monsters from about a month back; the priest and the monk who'd showed up to join him. That led Corosa to speak of the girl from the other day. A priestess, from home. Not familiar faces, not all of them, but familiar uniforms, familiar roles. So he talked of Rune-Midgard, too. Only a little.
Mostly he spoke of the here and now. Of the ruins that spread over so much of the country, of roads crumbling, of how desolate it all was. He told her he'd traveled far north enough to visit the other city.
"There's only the two, I think," he said, of the cities. He stopped walking halfway through that sentence, scanning the area. They were well outside of the city now. He wasn't certain of how long they'd walked. Most of the day, perhaps. He looked over to Simmaeri. "Are you hungry?"
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Rune-Midgard...She had heard it before. She was pleased to find so much connecting and relating now. These worlds had more form than the dingy city they all resided in.
She nearly walked ahead of him at that halt, digging her heel in and opening her eyes. It was a little like waking out of a lucid sort of dream, with her ears filling more with the empty air around them than any particular sound.
Simmaeri turned her head and looked when questioned.
"I need no food," she replied, giving a slight shake of her head. "But men like you do. You will stop when you must, yes?"
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"Yes," he agreed, with a small sigh. He wasn't quite hungry yet -- maybe when the sun started to set. So he picked up his step again.
"Why... is that?" he asked, haltingly, guardedly, glancing sidelong at Simmaeri. "That you don't have to eat. Are you human?"
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That hadn't been addressed between them, had it? Simmaeri thought it as minor an occurrence as one forgetting to wipe one's shoe at the door before walking through the house. Of course, given the slow, uncertain rhythm of Corosa's words, she was to take care not to be so light on the subject.
"I walk with humans because I choose free to," she said, glancing at him with a slight turn of her head. "But I am not. I look this way because I was happy to. I will not look any other way again."
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He sighed, realizing that it was an exercise in futility. She wasn't from Rune-Midgard. Maybe -- likely -- things worked differently, in her homeland.
And, well, what mattered was that she obviously wasn't hostile. Not to Corosa, and not to the city.
He kept looking straight ahead, though, and his frown would not leave his face. It wasn't an angry expression, or even a disappointed one. Only puzzled.
"You didn't always look this way, then."
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"No, I was different."
The conversation had come up very recently, that old shape. Good practice for the present. But bloody huge and ridiculous had a disbelieving flair to them from Adam's mouth that Simmaeri was unwilling to imitate – not without better understanding.
But he didn't ask what she had looked like, and so there was little urgency to say so. Why, rather, seemed the better route.
"I had free choice to change when I found the humans. I did because I heard the words they speak. I wanted to know them."
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He continued further without saying anything, lost in his own thoughts. Wondering. Trying his hardest to see Simmaeri as... whatever she really was. Not human. But Corosa tended to get mired in his ways, stuck, and he found it hard to think of her any differently from before. Perhaps that was a good thing.
"Was it worth it?" he asked, after a little while. "Or do you want to go back to the way you were before?"
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Simmaeri tilted her head to look at him in a sidelong glance. Words of value alone would have arisen the need to clarify, but he had given her enough to understand what he was asking. Her mouth quirked with a small smile.
"I will miss it always," she said, turning her gaze ahead. "I cannot go back. But I am happy to be here this way. I learn much, and it is good. And many people I find to know are happy to know me."
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In any case, he was satisfied by Simmaeri's answer. So Corosa settled back into an easy rhythm for the rest of the day's journey, turning back to idle conversation.
When the sun began to set, he pulled them off the road towards a copse of trees that he had marked out on previous journeys. The branches overhead criss-crossed thickly enough to form a good cover from the rain.
Once he'd pulled them amongst the trees, Corosa stepped away from Simmaeri and looked around, frowning.
"We'll camp here for the evening," he said. "I'll need to head out to hunt for food-- will you be fine on your own, for a bit?"
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