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" you promised a towel. "
@revorto
"I also promised something warm for you to drink."
Sylas delivers as promised — a large towel around Pyke's shoulders to help him get dried off, and a cup of hot tea in hand.
There's a brief sense of awkwardness lingering in the air before he speaks again. "I'm ... not on that list of yours, I hope."
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" where there is water , there are people. just more names for the list. "
if asked, Qiyana couldn't tell why the weirdly-dressed man stood on the shores of Ixaocan's river. the man's ghostly appearance gave her pause. given the dagger-like piece in his hand, she made sure to hold her ohmlatl in position around her waist.
" outlanders are not allowed here, " she declared, tone steady despite the goosebumps on her skin — his song was all wrong. it was all water. all water. no human was all water. " I suggest you and your list turn back. "
[ @revorto , starter call. ]
The sea seemed so far away for her, but it was as lovely as it could be. Even while it was a gleaming treasure in its own right, it was far from home for her. The warmth was strange to her; after all, for the shefox, only winter existed, deeply buried inside the marrow of her bones.
As she holds it up, her fingers leisurely trace the surface of a peach colored sea shell, appreciating it against the backdrop of the sun. A kind of treasure. Her ears twitch atop her head, tilting slightly as though curious, but her focus was no longer on the shell in her palm. Someone else… something else. "Are you shy? You certainly must be. That explains why you didn't announce yourself . . or perhaps you're just someone that prefers the silence?"
@revorto asked ; "your creations are... unique. i don’t understand them.” unprompted ; always accepting.
maskless, the machine herald can not help the smile that spreads across crooked lips, something soft in comparison to mechanical exoskeleton. augmented eyes, golden yellow, focus on task beforehand: creation of robotic creature similar to that of giant isopod, metalwork crafted lovingly by hand. ❝what is there to not understand?❞ he hums, hands never stopping, even third arm moving forward to solder new piece to original frame, controlled laser melting away alloy into red hot until it cools, permanently connected. ❝it serves a purpose. there is nothing more to it.❞ ❝if you mean the form that it takes then...❞ a pause. ❝...the children that play in the rivers; they are less scared of ones that take a similar shape to that of other creatures they see in the waters.❞
@revorto 𝖘𝖈
“ i don’t trust a word you say. ”
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" future empress ? still a captain to me. "
" too bad you're gonna have to deal with me until this mess is dealt with, "
she fiddled with the embers of the fireplace, watching them dance and trace lines unseen to others, all connecting back to the Axiomata. his connected with it too, more water than flesh, but as eerie as that was, she had learned to exist alongside such an anomaly.
" what is your grievance with captains, anyhow? what made you this? all I hear from you is the flow of water, constant, like we carry the depths with us. "
Qiyana was not the type for curiosity, but given the disastrous, world-ending threat they attempted to fight, she could as well try and get to know someone for once.
@revorto asked ; " i ain’t one for words but you intrigue me. “ unprompted ; always accepting.
the herald stops. head tilts towards sound of voice, eyes narrowing behind masked face, his grip remaining relaxed on cane. he’s sizing the other up, deciding whether or not he’s a threat despite the seemingly friendly words... if they could be considered that. intrigue might seem innocent at first, but it can lead to obsession, something he’s experienced unfortunately with the cursed cult that praises his name. this figure however seems different, and viktor’s curiosity spikes. ❝how so?❞ electric voices leaves easily, vibration moving mechanisms within throat, vocal cords long gone. ❝i don’t think i’ve done anything to inspire such feelings.❞
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