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expiationlogs2024-04-05 02:42 am
emet_sulk) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-05 02:42 am
Entry tags:
April open log
Who: Emet-Selch and you
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Old man reluctantly participates in events
Warnings: None
(Forward-dated to whenever the TDM takes place)
1. Scavenger hunting
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Old man reluctantly participates in events
Warnings: None
(Forward-dated to whenever the TDM takes place)
1. Scavenger hunting
Emet-Selch frowns at the list he's been given for this scavenger hunt. Collect a few items, take a few photographs, clear a few monsters for peace of mind. Simple enough tasks. He notices that a few of them will require a partner, however...2. Cooking competition
He looks up from his list and looks around apprehensively. He doesn't have many friends and he's reluctant to make them. But Hythlodaeus would urge him to try. So he approaches someone and clears his throat awkwardly.
"Do you need help completing this?"
He waves his sheet of paper in case it's not clear what he's talking about.
Cooking! Emet-Selch is not a professional chef (he's not even an average chef) but he knows how to cook food for a household - something which may surprise those who see only a dour man. Since there are so many people participating, he tries to blend in with the rest of the competitors as he works on recreating a popular Garlean dish: Glory Be Soup. He ladles portions out in small bowls and sets them out in front of his workspace for people to sample as they walk by.3. Glitch in the Matrix
If that goes down well, he'll also try making borscht and ukha. Earth-based characters may recognise all three as Russian-based meals.
As if they didn't have enough problems on their minds, things are still acting up around town. Emet-Selch wakes up to the extremely rude shock of his hair turning completely white. Then there's the matter of doors not leading where he wants them to, of familiar streets turning into foreign ones, and shops mysteriously moving.4. Wildcard
After getting lost several times on his way to the local fishmonger's, he stops in the middle of the street and shouts in frustration:
"Are you quite done meddling?!"
I'm open to encountering him in the other competitions as well, and you can also combine the glitching if you want an excuse to approach an unfamiliar-looking Emet-Selch. If you're unsure, DMs are always open.
1!
"Oh! Yes! I was hoping to get flowers from outside of town, but I'm worried about monsters. Do you know any safe places?"
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"I'm not in the habit of picking flowers so I couldn't tell you whether the fields are safe. If you need an escort then I suppose I could accompany you. I, apparently, need to take a photograph of some wildlife."
Thankfully it did not specify what kind of wildlife.
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"Thank you for your assistance. I am Sandrilene fa Toren, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
It seems today she's chosen her strange memories. Or, at least in this particular moment. It's not the time to muse on that however, she has a challenge ahead of her.
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He does have the courtesy to offer his own bow though (after a pause), one arm behind his back, the other hand over his heart.
"You may call me Emet-Selch. I can bring us to the outskirts of the city but if you would rather walk..."
Well, walking can be nice too. He still needs to get familiar with the city.
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Perhaps... he also... could be not from Aldrip.But she's practiced in keeping such things to herself and doesn't let it show on her face. Instead she replies to the very curious phrase."What do you mean, 'bring us to the outskirts'? Is it different from walking?"
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It might make her feel nauseous the first time. He has no way of knowing.
"If you wish to walk then that's fine as well."
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"That sounds exciting! I'd like to try, if it's not too troublesome."
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"Keep a tight hold, no matter what. You may find it disorienting."
Once she grasps his hand, he'll tighten his grip further. A dark, ink-black portal opens in front of them which Emet-Selch begins leading her towards. Passing through, there's a brief sense of nothing, where the mind struggles to reconcile orientation and direction as they seem to float. But before she can go mad from it, she's pulled out into a completely new area.
They're at the outskirts of the city. A suburban area.
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"That was wonderful! We're somewhere completely different! Look! We're not that far from the countryside!" She runs a few steps ahead, stops, and turns to walk calmly back, though she's clearly holding herself back. "Thank you very much for taking us out here."
routine changes are a curse @_@
"Yes, yes. You're very welcome. I can take us back the same way once we're finished here."
He starts out at a brisk walk. Normally he would rather amble but it seems like she needs an excuse to let out all that excited energy. "Was there a specific flower you needed to find?"
god they SO are, my condolences
"Any flower will do though they'd appreciate orange or yellow. I saw some daffodils at the florist the other day so I'm hoping I can find some! What about you? Are you looking for a particular animal?"
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With the pictures to be taken with this new device. He takes it out now and tries to bring up the camera function.
"Or a monster, mayhap," he suddenly adds. "There are no shortage of those."
i'm so sorry, i died last month, thank you for your patience with these tags
"Well I hope you can do something about monsters, because I certainly can't. I'm no fighter, just a young lady."
Not entirely true, but her thread magic won't help against a monster unless it happens to have thread or something else she can manipulate! And she's not going to take her chances.
no worries, it's not like I can criticise lmao
Hmm, actually, he hopes that the wildlife hasn't changed along with the city. That could be concerning.
"Are you of noble blood?" The format of her name somewhat resembles the Garlean system of rank.
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"Yes, I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. And I have a name."
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He smirks at her, making it clear that he's deliberately not using her name. She might get the sense it's not malicious but more gentle ribbing on his part.
"And yet you're deigning to pick your own flowers. How shocking."
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"What's the point in loftily sitting on a throne if you can just do something? That would be so boring. Besides, no one should be above doing their own tasks, it's only right. Hence, I am gathering flowers. Sir."
It doesn't have the same ring as girl, but Sandry will just play along with what she has.
3.
It would have been hard enough, with her memories as muddled as they w,ere but at least when she was sure she was a trueborn citizen of Aldrip, it was still... Aldrip. This city might have had the same name, the same faith, but it was not the place she arrived in last year. And what was worse, now it seemed to be changing again.
Were this a normal situation, one might say that Ethlyn looked like a tourist, trying to find her way around down without actually bumbling, but soon enough someone else began acting far more out of place than she simply looked--a familiar someone, at least. "Emet-selch?" She stepped closer, peering. No, that was him. "Oh my, what--you look like you've had a very hard month." It was a hasty substitution, but really--his hair had gone white.
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Emet-Selch turns to her, already looking to be in a sulky mood. Yes, his hair is white, and it's at once an unpleasant reminder of encroaching age as well as a face he hasn't seen in millennia.
"Oh. It's you, Ethlyn." He sighs. "I've had more difficult months. I've had more difficult centuries."
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She wasn't quite sure if Emet-selch was exaggerating or being literal about the centuries part. She did know she had known him before, that his hair had mostly been dark, with that skunk stripe that some people did get when they got older, but had he been a normal man? Or something else, a long-lived being in the guise of one?
"You don't meant that... literally, do you? I'm sorry, I'm having a little trouble sorting things out lately, what with all the--all the changes in town, and being enchanted last month."
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...Actually, come to think of it, he never did mention how old he actually is, did he?
"I'm many thousands of years older than the average mortal." But before she can make some comment about his hair again, he jabs an irritable finger at her. "And no, the colour of my hair is not related to my age. It has always been this colour."
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"...Even if the white hair did sign your age, you would still be doing quite well for yourself by looks." And he still had all of it, unlike most elderly men. But she was familiar with people who had unusually pale hair--back home in Jugdral (which was home, she was sure) she could recall at least two young women with hair so pale it was silver. "I--suppose that means you're not exactly human, are you?"
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"I am a man; or human, whatever you call it. I am what man originally was before he was sundered and became mortal. If anything, you should be calling everyone else on my star inhuman."
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And every other human here--well, now that she thought of it, Ethlyn had always assumed that everyone who looked like her was the same type of being. She had met others--those with horse ears, or green skin--but she had never thought to ask anyone else if they were human so long as they lacked any obvious signs of being not. "Do we have the same words for different things, I wonder?"
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It's a muted scoff mostly to himself. He's sadly used to that view: that mortals are true humanity when the truth is that his people are only a fraction of what they used to be.
"I don't know. I've yet to have trouble understanding you, haven't I? The only point of difference seems to be that I call my home a 'star'."