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[semi-open]
WHO: Lucian and you!
WHERE: All around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Fog, some music, stuff like that.
WARNINGS: CW: violence for the darker prompts.
one;
[ Lucian did not easily feel fear.
This might some sort of detriment in other situations, but the lack of emotion enabled him to observe the fog without much detriment to himself. Not needing sleep meant that he could walk the streets all night long, notebook in hand so that he may take down what he sees. He might look like a ghost from a distance given his height, his white hair glittering faintly in the streetlights' dimmed glow - but he is no ghost, which he will make clear to anyone who runs into him.
With how he's actively seeking out disturbances, perhaps he will walk into your memory made real. ]
two-A;
[ Or perhaps you will walk into his. The memory springs up around you as ash and smoke rolls in with the mist, carrying with them the smell of charred grass. There are the sounds of a large battle and silhouettes of people fighting in the fog, but they seem to be oddly far away. Spells of fire ignite before fizzling out a moment later, sword clashing against sword, the deep boom of a cannon. What is not so far away are pinpricks of light on the night sky, falling ever so closer. Bombs? Meteors? Who knows?
Lucian appears from the fog, his hair tousled by an unseen wind. Grim determination reflects on his face, his eyes not their usual grey but instead a bright gold -
- the ground shivers beneath you before turning into a full-scale quake, evoking an impact tremor. ]
You there; quickly, you must leave this place. It is not safe, I fear the buildings might come down.
[ Slivers of light wink into existence around his hands, accompanied by a half-moon halo behind his head. He does not seem intent on moving. ]
two-B;
[ This memory is his. Of that, he has no doubt. What he does not know is how to cease it. Without such knowledge, he cannot move - what if it spreads, and engulfs the city in an unseen battle? That would be yet another blight upon his name.
Lucian stands in the midst of a shadowy battlefield, soldiers armed with rifles shooting at shamans and their conjured spells. Wraiths of tigers and other large beasts weave between the fog, pacing between master and opponent. Should you pass too close, one of them might lunge out of the mist - only for their claws to pass harmlessly through you, dissipating into nothing. These are ghosts, he's come to realize. Ghosts that still move and attack despite their lack of corporeal form, for he had not been physically at the place. This is a vision; a projection.
That doesn't stop it from inflicting terror on anyone walking through it. It is still a battlefield, after all. ]
three;
[ It is not often that one finds Retrospec's door ajar, and Lucian is not one to pass up this opportunity. Perhaps he has called you up for a little exploration, or that you have met at its entrance - whichever it is, he would be regarding its interior with a pensive expression. ]
I do hope they will deign to give us more answers this time.
[ He's in much better condition to explore, and he will take advantage of that. ]
There is too much at stake.
four;
[ One way to show resistance to all the fear around would be to aggressively enjoy oneself. Or at least, that is what Lucian has decided for this month - and he will live up to it, if only because it would give him chances to feel emotions again.
He may be at the local Suncents asking your opinion on the new Pumpkin Cream Latte, or in the park with his violin dispensing music into the breeze. These may be odd things to do on a fall weekend, but do it he will. In this way, a quiet rebellion of a single old man. ]
Do you like autumn?
[ A question offered to anyone who might entertain him conversation, on the street or otherwise.
(He must know. He must remember how it is, to feel.) ]
wildcard;
[ Lucian runs a small clinic in Chata and he has left his number on the Directory for Retrospec users. Feel free to visit him regarding physical changes or more mundane ailments, he'll always be there to offer a listening ear. Otherwise, throw me a wildcard and I'll roll with it! I'm also on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
haemoglobin for plotting purposes. ]
WHERE: All around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Fog, some music, stuff like that.
WARNINGS: CW: violence for the darker prompts.
one;
[ Lucian did not easily feel fear.
This might some sort of detriment in other situations, but the lack of emotion enabled him to observe the fog without much detriment to himself. Not needing sleep meant that he could walk the streets all night long, notebook in hand so that he may take down what he sees. He might look like a ghost from a distance given his height, his white hair glittering faintly in the streetlights' dimmed glow - but he is no ghost, which he will make clear to anyone who runs into him.
With how he's actively seeking out disturbances, perhaps he will walk into your memory made real. ]
two-A;
[ Or perhaps you will walk into his. The memory springs up around you as ash and smoke rolls in with the mist, carrying with them the smell of charred grass. There are the sounds of a large battle and silhouettes of people fighting in the fog, but they seem to be oddly far away. Spells of fire ignite before fizzling out a moment later, sword clashing against sword, the deep boom of a cannon. What is not so far away are pinpricks of light on the night sky, falling ever so closer. Bombs? Meteors? Who knows?
Lucian appears from the fog, his hair tousled by an unseen wind. Grim determination reflects on his face, his eyes not their usual grey but instead a bright gold -
- the ground shivers beneath you before turning into a full-scale quake, evoking an impact tremor. ]
You there; quickly, you must leave this place. It is not safe, I fear the buildings might come down.
[ Slivers of light wink into existence around his hands, accompanied by a half-moon halo behind his head. He does not seem intent on moving. ]
two-B;
[ This memory is his. Of that, he has no doubt. What he does not know is how to cease it. Without such knowledge, he cannot move - what if it spreads, and engulfs the city in an unseen battle? That would be yet another blight upon his name.
Lucian stands in the midst of a shadowy battlefield, soldiers armed with rifles shooting at shamans and their conjured spells. Wraiths of tigers and other large beasts weave between the fog, pacing between master and opponent. Should you pass too close, one of them might lunge out of the mist - only for their claws to pass harmlessly through you, dissipating into nothing. These are ghosts, he's come to realize. Ghosts that still move and attack despite their lack of corporeal form, for he had not been physically at the place. This is a vision; a projection.
That doesn't stop it from inflicting terror on anyone walking through it. It is still a battlefield, after all. ]
three;
[ It is not often that one finds Retrospec's door ajar, and Lucian is not one to pass up this opportunity. Perhaps he has called you up for a little exploration, or that you have met at its entrance - whichever it is, he would be regarding its interior with a pensive expression. ]
I do hope they will deign to give us more answers this time.
[ He's in much better condition to explore, and he will take advantage of that. ]
There is too much at stake.
four;
[ One way to show resistance to all the fear around would be to aggressively enjoy oneself. Or at least, that is what Lucian has decided for this month - and he will live up to it, if only because it would give him chances to feel emotions again.
He may be at the local Suncents asking your opinion on the new Pumpkin Cream Latte, or in the park with his violin dispensing music into the breeze. These may be odd things to do on a fall weekend, but do it he will. In this way, a quiet rebellion of a single old man. ]
Do you like autumn?
[ A question offered to anyone who might entertain him conversation, on the street or otherwise.
(He must know. He must remember how it is, to feel.) ]
wildcard;
[ Lucian runs a small clinic in Chata and he has left his number on the Directory for Retrospec users. Feel free to visit him regarding physical changes or more mundane ailments, he'll always be there to offer a listening ear. Otherwise, throw me a wildcard and I'll roll with it! I'm also on plurk at
two
[ Sakura has Kiyomitsu by her side, thankfully and she holds the sword in one hand - ready to strike at whatever comes out at them. She's not sure how she got her - she walked into the fog? And strange things started happening?
But at the same time, she can feel her senses becoming super keen. Did they have to fight? ]
no subject
I would not wish harm to come to you.
[ But she's not easily dissuaded, so: ]
Do you have magic of any sort?
no subject
[ She feels like she'd never have an affinity for it anyway. Sakura shakes her head. ]
Is magic the only thing that can fight this off?
[ Desperately wanting to help, but not being sure how - this is the worst situation ever. ]
Clinic visit
no subject
Hello. How are you today?
no subject
Honestly? I just feel tired lately. I keep having nightmares. I'm not sure if it's stress related, but I can feel how tired my eyes are and I don't even keep them open. So I'm not sure if I might be coming down with something or getting an infection of them.
[Especially since it's not like he can tell if there would be anything really wrong with them.]
no subject
I can examine them if you prefer. Have you fallen ill recently?
[ He'll move a little in his chair so that he can get a better look at Snake's face. ]
three
Ja, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I doubt we'll be that lucky. Still, it's worth checking as much of this building as we can, wouldn't you say?
[His accent is very thick and very German and he's still smiling cheerfully.]
no subject
We would not know what we find if we do not try.
[ Said sagely, before: ]
Ah, but did you bring any weapons for the nonce?
no subject
I did, ja! I wouldn't show up here unprepared!
[Never mind that the briefcase doesn't look like it'd be a very efficient weapon on its own.]
no subject
Very well. I have my phone and a battery pack, I shall try recording what we see.
[ They'll go in now. It's empty as ever, though... festive, too. Lucian holds up his phone and does a scan of the room. ]
no subject
[He'll let Lucian handle that though, and he follows the other man in.]
I have to wonder if they left the doors open for us on purpose...
no subject
[ He tilts his head at the man's next question. ]
The previous times have given us key pieces of information. It should definitely be on purpose.
no subject
[Hmm. Oh well. He shrugs it off like it's not a big deal.]
Well, let's see what we can find in here anyway! It's bound to be something at least moderately important!
ii; a
And leave you behind?! No way! We're both leaving right now!
no subject
This darkness is spawned from me. If I leave, it will follow.
no subject
Then let's go someplace that isn't in the middle of a huge city! At least-- at least we can contain it that way, we can go somewhere isolated while we figure out how to get that darkness out of you!
no subject
Which way? How did you come in?
[ He extends his hands out in front of him; a transparent barrier flashes into existence around both of them, its surface circumscribed by golden rune circles. ]
no subject
I-- I don't know, I just suddenly was here. [But that's not important right now. She bites her lip, glancing at the barrier, trying to see past it.] Are there any wide open fields near here? A desert, an island on the ocean?
[Anything, anything at all. She needs to get him away from here, save all these people, make sure he's okay--]
2b!
In fact, when he does finally spot Lucian, it's reflexive to turn his blade that way first and foremost. The movement registers before his face does since he refuses to be caught off guard here--]
—Lucian?
[--But he still lowers his blade immediately once he does realize that he knows who this face belongs to.]
no subject
Kashuu? Why are you here? You must leave.
[ The battle must be setting others on edge. ]
no subject
[Easier said than done though, of course. The battle sprawls out without rhyme or reason, and leaving isn't as simple as walking in the opposite direction. His lips purse.]
Do you recognize any of these? I don't think they're mine.
no subject
Then they may be mine. I have heard of a battle in my memories, but never been to one.
[ Perhaps he has, but he hasn't remembered any battles. ]
If what I remember is true, then we are in immediate danger. There are magicians here.
no subject
[Months ago, that word might have been spit out with total disbelief. These days? He can believe almost anything, honestly. And from what he knows of actual fictional magicians, he's not really keen on running into any "real" ones.]
—We should get outta here, then. If we keep moving, we might be fine.
Clinic Visit - Because these horns are very worrying.
Sitting patiently (or drowsily), Katherine looks worse for wear. Her eyes and motions show the clear symptoms of sleep withdrawal, and even indoors she refuses to remove the beanie on her head, even readjusting it every few seconds as if its position would give something away. ]
one
But she has business here and so stays rooted on the sidewalk, mouth moving as if conversing with someone in front of her. It's difficult to tell in this kind of weather, and at Lucian's approach, her head jerks sharply to the side, the muscles of her legs coiling like springs in case should she need to flee]