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exsiliumlogs2013-07-10 08:21 pm
taijiya) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-10 08:21 pm
this city is endless
Date & Time: Any time within the past few and next couple days!
Location: Farmer's market, housing & Hold, training facility, the orphanage, a clothing store, any buildings in need of fixing, around the city, etc.!
Characters: Sango & you!
Summary: Sango is Doing Things Around Exsilium and obviously needs to be pestered. This is also a chance to act out meetings that Sango may have scheduled with your characters if you want!
Warnings: None so far!
prose and commentspam welcome, pick any scenario/location or make one up!
As overwhelming as the whole bombing thing was, it eventually ended, and the Transports were left to go back to what normalcy uninterrupted life in Exsilium could claim. Sango, after nearly two months in this place, was just beginning to get used to it; and as such one could find her going about a bunch of things on her own around the city.
At the farmer's market, she eyed a strange fruit to see if it was edible, and held a fun-sized Kirara in her arms to take a look at the fish.
At one of few shabby clothing stores, Sango weaved curiously among the aisles. Her own clothes, the pink and green kimono she favored, were not only becoming worn out, but she was getting a lot of unwanted attention from Exiles because of its strangeness to the place (which someone also might have walked into). She held up the only thing that looked like it might fit her--an article she was pretty sure had to be meant for underwear--and gave it a dubious look. (It was actually just a tank top with a low neckline, but it seemed foreign and ridiculous to her.)
At the training facility she spent a minimum of three hours each day, practicing both with her weapons from home and with a gun of uncertain origin that she'd acquired from the Hold's weaponry stash. Sparring partners, people to teach her new techniques, and temporary housing boarders bothered by the noise she made were all bound to drop in.
She had found the orphanage on accident, but she returned there purposefully. Perhaps she identified with them, being an orphan now herself. Or perhaps she kept returning for the dark-haired, shy boy who loved to pet Kirara and reminded her painfully of her brother. Either way, she could be found here several times.
Sango was not blind to the needs of reconstruction, either. Persuading her to help erect or fix structures when she could was not very hard, and anyone who waved her down while she didn't have something very important to do would probably get a response.
Many times, as well, she was in her own apartment. She'd become used to it by now, and would have had over some people she'd invited for various reasons, though mostly before the arrival of one nutty roommate. If she could help it. And occasionally, to escape the nuttiness of said roommate, one might have found Sango taking a walk in the housing area or the hold or even just around Exsilium itself.
Location: Farmer's market, housing & Hold, training facility, the orphanage, a clothing store, any buildings in need of fixing, around the city, etc.!
Characters: Sango & you!
Summary: Sango is Doing Things Around Exsilium and obviously needs to be pestered. This is also a chance to act out meetings that Sango may have scheduled with your characters if you want!
Warnings: None so far!
prose and commentspam welcome, pick any scenario/location or make one up!
As overwhelming as the whole bombing thing was, it eventually ended, and the Transports were left to go back to what normalcy uninterrupted life in Exsilium could claim. Sango, after nearly two months in this place, was just beginning to get used to it; and as such one could find her going about a bunch of things on her own around the city.
At the farmer's market, she eyed a strange fruit to see if it was edible, and held a fun-sized Kirara in her arms to take a look at the fish.
At one of few shabby clothing stores, Sango weaved curiously among the aisles. Her own clothes, the pink and green kimono she favored, were not only becoming worn out, but she was getting a lot of unwanted attention from Exiles because of its strangeness to the place (which someone also might have walked into). She held up the only thing that looked like it might fit her--an article she was pretty sure had to be meant for underwear--and gave it a dubious look. (It was actually just a tank top with a low neckline, but it seemed foreign and ridiculous to her.)
At the training facility she spent a minimum of three hours each day, practicing both with her weapons from home and with a gun of uncertain origin that she'd acquired from the Hold's weaponry stash. Sparring partners, people to teach her new techniques, and temporary housing boarders bothered by the noise she made were all bound to drop in.
She had found the orphanage on accident, but she returned there purposefully. Perhaps she identified with them, being an orphan now herself. Or perhaps she kept returning for the dark-haired, shy boy who loved to pet Kirara and reminded her painfully of her brother. Either way, she could be found here several times.
Sango was not blind to the needs of reconstruction, either. Persuading her to help erect or fix structures when she could was not very hard, and anyone who waved her down while she didn't have something very important to do would probably get a response.
Many times, as well, she was in her own apartment. She'd become used to it by now, and would have had over some people she'd invited for various reasons, though mostly before the arrival of one nutty roommate. If she could help it. And occasionally, to escape the nuttiness of said roommate, one might have found Sango taking a walk in the housing area or the hold or even just around Exsilium itself.
Training Facility
[Kyubey also does that thing it's so good at where it appears somewhere you weren't looking and it isn't clear how long it's been there or how it got there.]
Hello.
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Sango blinks in surprise at Kyubey's sudden appearance--gives a once over to the room as if trying to figure out where and whence it came. She's just broken a sweat by now and she's got Hiraikotsu in her hands, but. There is a white bunny-cat thing talking to her.]
Um. Hello?
[Kirara, who is never far, pads warily forward. There is something alien about this creature.]
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[You may remember this voice from the network that one time.]
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Oh. The person who was asking way back... that was you?
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[You are so adorable, Kyubey. But also so creepy.]
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Even subjective questions can have good or bad answers. Even if you didn't have a specific answer, you clearly thought over your response very carefully.
The question remains, though: If you could have any one wish granted, what would you wish for?
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...
[It wasn't as if she hadn't thought about it. Her village's most famous myth was centered around the Shikon Jewel, the mysterious item that could grant the wish of its holders. Her life had been destroyed for the sake of that jewel. Because Naraku had wanted it.
Wishes are powerful things, and sometimes terrible ones. But she's still thought about it, thought carefully. The end of the UE. To undo Naraku. To have my brother back.
They'd all be good wishes, but she knows better than to leave her bases so uncovered. She knows exactly what her wish would be. But having people know what you want, what you love, is a dangerous thing indeed; and Naraku had proven that to her just before she was brought here.]
I'm not really sure. [A lie, of course, at least for the moment.] Why do you ask?
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[Kyubey rolls back to a sitting position, facing Sango directly. Smiling.]
Depending on what the wish is, I could make it come true.
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Is that so.
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[Happy smiles from the Incubator.]
Make a contract with me and become a magical girl, and I can grant your wish.
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But her own hard work has never been enough, has it?]
So what's the catch?
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In a sense, the catch would be enforced not by me, but by the Initiative. It is the same drawback that anyone with great power faces: The social obligation to use it.
If you make a contract with me, I require nothing in return, other than that you use the powers you are given.
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[This sounds like the kind of offer a demon would make: too good to be true.]