City Square: Fountain
Nearer to the fountain still, the sound of the softly cascading water overcomes
most any other noise besides the people sitting and chatting. There is a
wrought iron barricade about the actual fountain, though it seems to be more
placed to deter than to prevent climbing in, as anyone of moderate hieght could
easily scale it. The statue of Odin atop the large fountain dwarfs most
everything else in the area..as well the seven trees planted in a circle about
the fountain.
There are benches here as well, though of a marble variety rather than the
wooden ones found farther out in the city square. There also seems to be less
foot traffic here, apparently because of the lack of commerce. All in all, a
serene place to enjoy the evening and perhaps meet with friends for a night on
the town.
[Exits : (C)ity Square ]
[Players : Metal, Destiny, Luke, and Seventeen ]
[Things : None ]
You found a yen!
>Prophet walks in from the city square, though you swear you never saw him walk
into the square proper...
>Destiny blinks at the lack of emotion in the eyes.. Not the face, but the
eyes. Her face reveals quite a startlement at this, now considering Metal to be
in-human. Destiny, being from a race of magic and no technology, doesn't
understand that he is a robot.
>17 is, for those who just arrived, hovering an inch above the water in the
fountain, and has clasped his hands behind his back and crossed his ankles for
the moment, while watching Destiny and Metal.
>Metal breaks the gaze with Destiny, only to sweep his gaze towards Magus. He
smirks and nods.
>Destiny's gaze swings to Prophet, and although she has seen him before, decides
there are too many here. She begins backing a good distance away, wanting to
place herself into the background of the goings on..
>Prophet smiles, ever-so-slightly, in 17's general direction
>17 finds himself faced with yet another cloak, this one having someone more
bold within it, from his previous experience. In lieu of a recognative nod, he
simply says, "You again."
>Prophet doesn't respond to the obvious declaration of fact.
>Metal leans against a lampost and yawns slightly...
>17 hovers expectantly, becoming completely still in anticipation of..something.
He looks less alive now, more like an image frozen in place. After a moment of
this, however, in the continued silence..his eyes begin to dart back and forth
as though to coax a reaction out of something. "Well?"
>Metal asks, "well what?"
>Prophet asks, "Can't a person watch the calming waters of the city fountain?"
>17 shrugs. He wouldn't be able to answer his own question if asked. He seems to
have taken the Prophet's presence as a signal that something important was
supposed to happen. In any event, he falls silent and winds his way upward,
flying in a loose spiral until he's reclaimed his favorite seat atop Odin's
head.
>Prophet blinks and goes wide-eyed at 17's current action, though you'd be
hard-pressed to notice through his cowl. . o O ( Ah... he must be the
subject of the sketch... )
>Metal takes that as a cue. In a playful matter, he zips up to the lip of the
fountain, then takes off at near-blinding speeds, running around the
curcumfrance of the fountain...in the water. Thus, he sends all the water
soaring into the air, ultimatley hitting the ground. Metal slows down and leaps
out, then watches the fountain refill itself...he grins in self-amusement.
>17 even crosses his legs and perches like he was at the time the afformentioned
sketch was made.
>Prophet glances at Metal, scoffing, as if unimpressed.
>17 watches with a practiced expression of bored interest as water rushes up all
around him. Even from where he sits it's apparent that he got sprinkled, but
doesn't seem to care. He watches somewhat anxiously as the fountain refills,
relaxing once things have returned to their convincing semblance of normalcy.
>Metal glancs back at Magus with somewhat of a mirthful grin. It doesn't seem
his goal was to impress anyone...only himself.
>Prophet walks away from the fountain a bit, finally turning around to watch the
content 17
>17's contentment settles more defininitvely about his features as the spots of
moisture on his jeans and in his hair from the sprinkling he received gradually
fade away. His eyes move to everyone in turn as he plays the role of sentinel
atop his watchtower.
>Metal goes back to adverting his eyes from everyone and everything...keeping
them only half open..
>Destiny's gaze slowly sweeps the area, her eyelids only half open. She returns
to her common state of appearing a cold person, with little expression to show
on her face.
>17 points down at the cloaked figure whose name hasn't been given to him. "Who
are you, anyway?"
>Prophet says, in a deep voice, "My name doesn't matter, in time it will be
forgotten by the world."
>Metal peers at the Prophet knowingly..."I know it."
>17 rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the Prophet, letting out a breath in
mild contempt. "Whatever." He spares a glance down at Metal then, his curiosity
piqued.
>Destiny's gaze rises towards Metal, and lingers once it meets his eyes.
>Metal stares back at Destiny, even though what he says is directed to 17. "He
says his names Magus. But he's just a crazy old bum who rambles a lot."
>Prophet smirks slightly at Metal's comment
>17 grins smugly as he settles back, uncrossing his legs to dangle them in
Odin's eyes...well..eye.
>17 says, "So much for your secret. I was expecting something impressive."
>Prophet says, in a deep voice, "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep you amused."
>
Seventeen
It takes attitude to walk around with a number where others keep their name,
and the young man before you has no shortage of it.
Piercing eyes of frigid, unforgiving blue with an unusual almond shape flay you
of pretense and take your measure while a small and delicate mouth curls into a
smirk. His face is unnatural in its perfection, his features at once cruelly
hard and delicately soft, the latter being a most deceptive impression. His
straight, silky black hair is cut just below his jawline and frames his
handsome face. Occasional glimpses of his ears reveal that each is pierced with
a small golden hoop.
Neither tall nor short, and with the narrow-shouldered build of a slender,
atheltic youth, he carries himself with enough cocky self-assurance to supply a
large army. It doesn't hurt that he happens to be strong enough to wipe one out
without breaking a sweat.
He is clothed in blue jeans with a rip in the left leg, heavy green socks into
which the legs of the jeans are tucked, and blue sneakers on his feet. He also
wears a black t-shirt bearing the Red Ribbon logo, under which is a white
long-sleeved shirt. Around his neck is a large red bandana, and around his
waist is a belt with two pouches and a holster, in which he carries a 9.mm
pistol which seems to have never been used.
Carrying:
Midgaard City Map
>In the next second, right after a blur; Metal is standing in front of Destiny,
quietly, he asks her "What were you saying earlier..?"
>17 plays along, dismissing the apology with an arrogant wave. "I'll overlook
your failing this time." He grins, mocking both Magus, and to some extent
himself.
>Destiny blinks, and takes a single, defensive step backwards. . o O ( How did
he do that? ) She studies his face a moment, pondering his motives again. She
decides to appease him, and gives a quiet reply, "I was asking you for a reason
to reveal my name after the insult." Her gaze turns hard again, and she
adjusts her cloak.
>Metal reels his head back, while raising an eyebrow. "Insult?"
>Destiny crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as well.
>17 calls down from his perch,"You asked her what her 'power source' was, as I
recall," in an attempt to be helpful.
>Prophet narrows his eyes at 17, a slight smirk on his face. . o O (
Interesting machine... he may be of use to me in the future. )
>Metal continues to look dumb. "What insult?" he asks, obvious confusion on his
face. He peers back up at 17. "So what? She doesn't use materia? Since when was
that an insult?" he peers back to Destiny, looking even more puzzled.
>17 hops down from his perch to advance casually upon Metal, not even the barest
trace of threat in his poise. Once within poking distance, he does precisely
that, tapping the shorter boy's shoulder. "How would you like it if someone
asked you that question?"
>Metal snorts, "I would care less. I'd tell them I'm a robot and I don't exactly
have a real power source."
>Destiny slowly pulls her hood down, and it rests at her shoulders. Long white
hair falls to place, as well as the single silver braid. Her ears, you now
see, appear elven, a bit long and abnormal. Her eyes, in the light, are a
very, very pure blue. She speaks loudly and clearly, "You made the comment
that my efforts of communication were pathetic."
>Metal looks over his shoulder at Destiny "What!? I never said that." He's being
pretty stubborn...
>17 had forgotten that part. He shrugs and puts the thought aside, indulging in
his first good look at the girl's features since she arrived earlier in the day.
>Prophet . o O ( This city seems to be some sort of power sink... the
supernatural content here is astounding! This may be why my arrival took place
here... )
>Destiny shoves several loose strans from her face, revealing a black symbol on
her forehead: a sun breaching the horizon. She hrmps, noting his sudden
departure. "Fine!" she scoffs. In an angry gesture, she yanks the hood back
over her head.
>17 blinks, not something he does very often, as he takes a step back, somewhat
unbalanced in the wake of Destiny's angry outburst in the otherwise calm
serenity of the fountain. He shrugs, absolving himself from blame, and looks up
at the sky for a moment.
>Prophet says, in a deep voice, "Such a hot-tempered person."
>Destiny shakes her head slowly. . o O ( No.. no... ) She begins wander just
as her mind does, and steps away, isolating herself away from the others to
gather her thoughts and restore her own calmness.
>17 follows Destiny's movement with his eyes, but is neither inclined nor
accustomed to attempting reassurance.
>Destiny stares out, contemplating events. . o O ( I'm not hot tempered...
He's--.. he's not human. His eyes are empty. It's so unnerving. ) She gazes
down, shutting her eyes, and breathes heavily, regaining posture. . o O (
Home.. )
>Destiny listens to the silence, halfway expecting to be talked of now. A
slight breeze grabs the end of her cloak and plays with it gently.
>Metal, in fact, ran off, but came ack too...he's not too far off, standing in
the shadows of one of the trees surrounding the fountain, watching the going
on's.
>Destiny is a good distance away from the others, her back to them as she stares
outward.
>Prophet watches silently, his gaze in turn alternating between the two
androids, and Destiny
>17 looks around indecisively, his gaze shifting from person to person and
missing Metal because, while he's good at this, it doesn't occur to him to look.
>17 glances down at the pavement silently before disappearing in a blur of
staticky black lines, resuming his perch atop the Odin statue without crossing
the intervening distance. Much more efficient this way.
>*PING!* Metal is suddenly at thew lip of the fountain, stareing up at 17, he
asks harshly, "How did you do that?"
>Prophet watches the machines for a moment, with little concern. His gaze turns
back to Destiny.
>17 favors his fellow jinzouningen with a bemused smile as he explains, "I
simply did. You saw for yourself."
>Destiny's gaze shifts to the side, wishing to turn around an look Metal, who
she recognizes for his voice. She detains herself, and shuts her eyes, willing
the single stare she feels to leave her be.
>Metal does a graceful backflip, landing neatly on his feet. "Jeeze. Another
person who can't answer a question straight." He gaze snaps to Destiny and
stays there.
>17 follows Metal's gaze and smirks. "You have a way about you that inspires
that kind of reaction," he explains.
>Metal says with an obvious hint of sarcasm, "Gee, maybe I'm retarded or
something."
>17 kicks his feet lightly as he nods and smiles, "Quite possibly."
>Destiny glances up at the clouds. . o O ( A demon or something. ) She listens
to the conversation behind her.
>Metal smiles pleasantly. "Well, I just don't seem to care, do I?"
>17 shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Not a bit."
>17 says, "To answer your question, the technique is referred to as
'instantaneous motion'. It's depressingly commonplace among the circles I used
to move in."
>Prophet elaborates. "Effective teleportation by moving faster then the eye can
follow. Clever."
>Metal blinks. "Odd...I guess."
>17 rolls his eyes Prophetward and tosses a muttered 'whatever' along with the
gesture.
>17 says, "As to -how- I do it, that's something I don't think I could explain.
I've simply always been able to. It was built into me, you could say."
>Metal nods, "Kinda like my speed. I just....do it."
>17 mm-hmms softly. "Like that, yes."
>Destiny remains as still as the statue, only listening.
>17 spares a glance toward the cloak swaddling Destiny's hidden form,
thoughtfully examining her in the silence that follows.
>Metal throws imself on a bench, the one closest to Destiny, and silently peers
at her...
>Prophet walks off in silence
>c
You walk back to the Midgaard Square.
City Square
Welcome to the middle of the sleepy (yeah, right), humble mountain city of
Midgaard. The peaks that surround the somewhat smallish sprawl of
constructions about you appear a vibrant, cool purple at this distance..capped
with off-white snow at the tops. Although the town itself recieves little
precipitation from being sheltered by this atol of sheer rock, a cold wind does
comb and filter its way through..providing a brisk, though arid, atmosphere.
On the southwestern pointing end of town, a small, manmade pass in the
mountain valley allows for easy access from the bustling world outside. To
your north and west are the commercial districts..manufacturing, shipping, and
selling various consumable goods. In the east, to the 'horizon', appear to be
homes of various architectural influences..the more wealthy of said houses
bordering a small alpine lake and park. To the south, the middle-class homes
continue, thinning out just before the open gap to the highway beyond.
As for where you stand..it is the Midgaard City Square..Several government
offices and the larger buildings can be found on the sides of the slightly
misnomered elliptical, cobblestoned intersection. No actual automobile traffic
passes here, being routed through the side streets..this is a strictly
pedestrian and bicycle zone. A large, granite fountain with a statue of Odin
atop it towers nearly two stories prominantly in the center. There are also
benches about for taking a quiet repose from the hustle of daily life.
[Exits : City (H)all, (T)ransit Station, (S)outh, (N)orth, (W)est, (E)ast,
and (F)ountain ]
[Things : The Wheel of Morality, and Ye Olde Message Boarde [IC!] ]
>You depart to the north.
Tyr Road [200](#228RL)
The 200 block of Tyr Road is almost exclusively fancy hotels and high-rise
apartment buildings. Available in a wide range of designs, from the mundane
box-shape, to more architecturally enthralling towers such as 'The Obelisk'.
Housing this close to the middle of everything isn't cheap, but it isn't as
expensive as owning your own home farther out to the east, either. The area is
also clean..and a few commercial buildings are scattered about..though they're
rather limited.
[Exits : Obelisk (A)partments, (N)orth, and (S)outh ]
[Players : Aya, Cloud, and Esmerelda ]
[Sleepers: Sana, Nina, and Pikachu(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Aya Brea looks at everyone's reactions to Esmerelda. "My, my... you DO seem
popular around here. I don't know what you're up to, but it sure isn't
convincing me that you're not a troublemaker..."
>Prophet walks in from the south, pausing slightly as Es-chan comes into view
. o O ( Wasn't planning on THAT... )
>Cloud says, "... what exactly did you do to Lyrae and Kim?"
>Es-chan smiles to Aya, "I'll get to you in just one moment deary.." as she
looks over to Cloud, "Why deary..I haven't the foggiest notion of what your
blathering on about." she covers her full lips with a hand politely..eyes
glittering with amusement.
>Prophet, knowing full well that Esmerelda is aware of his presence, comments
regardless. "Good evening, madam."
>Cloud says, "How did you get them to agree to forty years of indentured
servitude?" He slowly turns his head to look at Prophet.
>Es-chan wavies absently to the Prophet..before recoiling her arm behind
her..smiling brightly to Cloud, "Simple deary..I asked. They accepted. I hope
this isn't becoming too complex for your highly 'evolved' brain ne?"
>Aya Brea blinks at Cloud's comment. . o ( Ok, I'm SURE there's a law on the
books against that... whatever she's up to, now I KNOW she's no good. )
>Prophet adds to Es-chan's comments, "I'm sure you in no way 'persuaded' them,
of course. That would be silly to think."
>Es-chan answers, "Very silly deary." ^_^
>Cloud says, "... and I suppose there's no way to... "persuade" you to let them
go?"
>Es-chan answers Cloud, "Weeell.." she places a hand on her hip, "There IS a way
actually.." she offers..
>Prophet . o O ( This should be amusing to watch. I wonder if the spikey-haired
lad will fall as easily as his colleagues? )
>Cloud says, "Which is...?"
>Es-chan hrmmms.. she saunters over to Cloud..looking to place an arm about his
shoulder as she intones, "How about we talk about that somewhere more..private
deary?" she smiles softly.. her exotic eyes batting at you demurely.
>Prophet scoffs, quite loudly.
>Cloud crosses his arms. "Why not here?" he says, his clear blue eyes issuing a
challenge.
>Es-chan answers, "Possibly because I don't want others to hear?" ^_^ "But then
again..I suppose if you don't want to free them.." she slowly
retracts..shrugging as if to say 'suit yourself'
>Aya Brea decides that she won't ask which mental ward the person wearing the
large hooded bathrobe escaped from; first, she's afraid he might actually
answer, and secondly, he seems about par for this city so it's not worth her
time.
** And then I have to run OOCly ^^; **
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