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Cielo ([info]cloudlesssky) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-09 13:59:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, !incomplete, cielo, day 03, laura moon, location: gym

Day Three - After Dark
Who: Laura Moon & Cielo
What: Night Patrol
When: Evening, sometime after dark
Where: Gym, about town in general
Rating: TBD (PG-13 for language, for now)
Status: Active






It was the smell that had drawn him - but Cielo had found it to be more of a 'stink' once he was actually inside the dilapidated building. The smell of blood and flesh had all but pulled him through the large doors and it guided his light, soundless footsteps deeper still, but he had stopped himself when he saw that there was only the remains of a slaughter and feast - pale stains of vaguely cleaned blood, remains of a fire, and that heavy hanging scent. He had no interest in looking deeper for meat which wouldn't be there and a slight weight in the pit of his stomach (disappointment? hunger? boredom?) guided him back to the clean air of the night outside.

This air, too, was a strange new experience and one which he hadn't yet fully acclimated to; it was good, he had finally decided, to have air that was clean and cool play against the bare skin of his arms and legs but it was still weird not to have the constant light pressure of silver rain always on him. He definitely liked the look of the sky, the bright yellow sun during the day and that strange silver disc at night, but some part of himself kept tugging at each impression, making that strange heaviness in his chest even worse by reminding him that it would be even better if all of his comrades were here to experience this. He hadn't yet given up hope that the rest of Embryon had yet to be found in this strange Nirvana but each hour that passed only fed the heavy weight in his chest which he hadn't yet named.

Still, even under the weight of these unfamiliar things, Cielo couldn't escape habits from his days in Junkyard. Then, being small and agile, he had often acted as a scout and so it was now; walking streets that were deserted under the silence of night, he searched for a place that could act as a decent shelter. His preferences, he mused while crossing his arms behind his head, seemed to lean toward someplace elevated and private, but he wasn't sure that left many options. There was one particularly tall building in the town, but Cielo wasn't entirely sure about setting up there, if someone else had already claimed it. Another holdover, he laughed to himself as he tried to ignore the bump of the survival kit against his back with each step. Then again, from what he had read in the weird already written in journal, people were setting up claims pretty willy-nilly; it probably wouldn't be a big deal if he tried to claim that tower in the name of the Embryon...even if he was the only member of that tribe currently hanging around.

Even with that decision tentatively made, Cielo continued to idly walk the streets of this new town. New found curiosity drove him to see all that he could of the place as soon as possible while restlessness made it impossible for him to even begin to think of trying to go sleep. It probably also didn't hurt that he had read something of wild beasts in the woods surrounding the area and a little hunt never did hurt anything.




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[info]cloudlesssky
2009-05-16 01:18 am UTC (link)
"There were gods and things like that in the Junkyard, too. Not too many of them but there were a few. I was sort of expecting that there'd be more like me in this place but I guess I was kinda confused about everything." Cielo found himself feeling more at ease by the simple fact that she hadn't reacted badly to his reveal that he was something other than human. In a strange sort of way, it made him feel a bit more at home to know that there were other supernatural beings wandering around. "This place does seem pretty free of weird supernatural things but thanks for the welcome. It's really good to meet someone like you here."

He did fall into pace naturally at her side and he kept an easy pace at her side. He fell silent for a long moment as he simply took in the new sights of the town. A few of the places he had already placed and classified in his mind but a few of them were still quite new and he silently wondered if his curiosity would ever be undone. Still, there was something a bit nice in the expected act of taking night patrol just as there was something nice in meeting another supernatural being - even if he still wasn't sure how being dead and walking around worked.

"I dunno. It was just called the Junkyard," Cielo shrugged slightly and moved to cross his arms over his chest. "It didn't really smell though and there wasn't much trash; it was just all the tribes fighting each other and rain day after day."

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-17 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Laura chuckled. It was a dark, rasping sound, almost unpleasant, yet there was still some good humor in it. "You've met gods as well, then? You're one of the first people I've met who hasn't thought that I'm peculiar when I've told them that. It's good to finally meet someone, other than my husband, late husband, ex-husband, whatever, who actually believes in the possibility of gods walking among normal people. Well, we're not normal people, you and I."

As they walked, Laura decided it would be best to play fair with another supernatural being. After all, they could form a coalition or something. Maybe he could help her with the whole idea of not being a real human being anymore. The dead woman and the demon. It seemed fitting, somehow, since she considered herself worse than a demon. She was a human of the most wicked, inconsiderate, sinful kind. She was worse because she had possessed the ability to be "good."

"You asked what I am, and I told you that I am not human. It's difficult to define something by what it is not. As you, yourself, are not exactly human, I feel that I can tell you exactly what I am without detrimental effects. If you understand gods and demons and angels and whatever else might be out there that likes to play with human beings, then you will understand what I am about to tell you." She paused, looking for some sign from his face. She found none that indicated that she should stop. "I am dead. I was a human, but now I am a human in the past tense. I died in a car accident, and I died because of the sin of lust. I was autopsied, I was embalmed, I was buried. My husband had this coin," she said, reaching into her top to pull out a golden disc on a silver chain. "It's actually the sun, power stolen from a god's treasury. He gave it to me, and it brought me back to life. As long as it belongs to me, and I consider it mine, I will continue to exist."

And that was it. It sounded pretty simple when she put it that way, and it wasn't that difficult to follow. She chuckled under her breath again. It was the first time since arriving here that she'd had an easy go of explaining who and what she was. "There are some detrimental side effects. My rate of decay continues, and my body is decomposing even as we stand here. I have been dead for quite some time, but I happened to visit Ash Farm, where my husband was tied to a tree and dying. The Norns lived there, and Urd, the Norn of the past, has a well that contains Norn Water. It flows under the great tree, Yggdrasil, and it has the power to reverse time in small ways. It couldn't make me alive again, but it made me less dead. Freshly dead? Something like that. Thus, I get to decompose again for a goodly long time. And this time, I doubt there will be any Norn Water around for me to have. Eventually, I will become little more than battered flesh, and, one day, I will be bone." She shrugged. "There are worse things."

The Junkyard sounded like an interesting place. She'd never heard anyone talk about tribes, at least not since history class in high school. "What tribes were there?" she asked, looking over at him. "And where is the Junkyard located? Is it somewhere behind the scenes, then?"

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