[closed]

[blacklord]

Date & Time: 01/24 onwards
Location: civic gardens usually, or just generally out 'n about
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (blacklord), Martin Darkov (theguideless), Ranka Lee (symbioses), Koltira Brightdawn (brightdawn), Ico (hornedomen) POSSIBLY MORE TO BE ADDED IN THE FUTURE
Summary: Catch-all log for timeswap Bariyan 'n flower shenanigans
Warnings: timeswap Bariyan is weird

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01/24 | martin darkov | civic gardens
01/25 | koltira brightdawn | THE GREAT OUTDOORS idk
01/26 | ranka lee | civic gardens
01/27 | koltira brightdawn | a bar
01/28 | ico | civic gardens

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[01/24 | martin darkov]

[blacklord]

Bariyan was not altogether too keen on reflecting upon the circumstances that had brought him here, so most of his downtime was spent wandering, in search of sights to distract himself with. His feet had eventually brought him to the gardens, and the sight of greenery beyond so much broken glass and bent steel set his curiosity churning. Distraction found.

He spent a long while staring at what he surmised was the actual entrance, but saw no way in. So he'd gone around to the sides instead, until he found a window broken enough for him to crawl through. One leg up to the sill -- then the other, pulled up -- then a careful hop back down to the floor inside--

(It didn't occur to him that wandering in alone might be dangerous -- it didn't occur to him to think of anything here as dangerous. He'd seen danger. He'd faced it down. Kharta had been dangerous. But he still had a hard time convincing himself that this place was even real.)

He scraped the back of his neck against the edge of a jutting piece of glass, not hard enough to cut skin, but close enough for the chain to catch. It pulled taut when Bariyan slid himself back off the sill. He jerked around in surprise, but the glass snapped before his feet even hit the ground. Freed, Bariyan immediately raised his hands to the chain, running it through his fingers until they hit the medallion.

[01/26 | ranka lee | civic gardens]

[blacklord]

[ Bariyan has decided that this is thus far his favorite part of the city. It's the greenest part of it, certainly. He'd hoped that maybe there'd be more wilderness outside of the city, but he can't figure out how to leave it -- the damn places goes on forever.

So, for now, he's content with tending to the flowers here. There's a bed of flowers that haven't bloomed yet, hidden at the foot of a broken statue, and he's kneeling in front of them, carefully pulling through the leaves and wondering if he ought to disbud them. He doesn't know. He hasn't gardened in so long.... ]

[01/25 | koltira brightdawn | SEARCHING. OUT IN THE STREETS]

[blacklord]

[ Koltira's been on his mind ever since he arrived, which is rather natural, considering the fact that Martin aside, Bariyan has yet to be distracted by anyone else. He's not sure if he even should try reaching out to others. There's certainly plenty of people around, and there's the tablet and the network, which Koltira had explained to him....

But he has suspicions. And he does not feel entirely ready to confirm them yet.

So he's left it all alone, been kind and polite to the few others he's run into, kept to himself otherwise. Content to while his time away in peace and quiet. Still, there's an uncomfortable thought nagging at him -- a short burst of uncomfortably fresh memories -- and, two days later, he's decided that he ought to do something about it.

Which is how Bariyan finds himself back out in the streets, a new jacket pulled tight around his shoulders. One of his arms is out of the sleeve, holding something close to his chest under the cover of the jacket, safe from the light rain and prying eyes.

Koltira ought to be easy to spot, but Bariyan's not entirely sure where to find him... and now he's rather lost, himself. Oops. He'll find his bearings later. ]

[01/28 | ico | civic gardens]

[blacklord]

[ It's noon. Sunlight filters in through broken bits in the dome above and the collapsing walls around. In the northeast corner of this room, Bariyan is taking great pains to try and shift a chunk of marble approximately half his size. He can see a door behind it and he's curious to see what's inside; but first, he has to clear the debris.

It's tough going, though. ]

[1/27 | A BAR]

[brightdawn]

[Koltira has no other clothes aside from his armor and tunic, but he supposes that the latter will suffice for now. If his stay becomes any more extended, he supposes he'll have to look into something new. But, at present, his mind is only occupied by what's in front of him: the polished bar counter, the hum of other patrons talking and laughing, and the as-yet empty seat beside him.

Koltira adjusts his collar, unthinkingly, just as something for his hands to do. He's not nervous, precisely, but he likes Bariyan. He wants their time together--however much they might have--to go well. So he watches the bar's entrance, keeping his smile in place, trying to be cautiously optimistic.]