Ghosts of Bara Magna

[Alex Mason]

IC: Karak - Arena Hotel

I'm trying to follow the conversation as best I can but the so called Glatorian's attitude infuriates me. I restrict myself to a huff and puff as I finally catch the words;

"No rooms"

"WHAT?"

OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose

 

[Emzee]

On 9/19/2024 at 2:18 AM, Nato G said:

IC: Avinus - Streets of Tajun

"Well, you could play into that," she suggested. "Instead of tryin' to be somethin' you're not, you could exaggerate who you are. Play it up, make it kinda ironic."

IC: Luka - Streets of Tajun

“Not a bad strategy. I could work with that”

Luka looked around once again at the bustling streets. More people were occupying the shops and the place was getting more and more lively. He took note of the armed visitors—there were more of them now then a few minutes before.

“More and more fighters are coming in for this exhibition,” he said to Avinus, “Wonder who I’ll square off against. It could be any of these people”

OOC: @Nato G

[Nato G]

IC: Avinus - Streets of Tajun

"No way to know for sure until the matches start," Avinus replied. "One thing's for sure: a lot of 'em are wonderin' the same thing as you right now." 

@Emzee

[Toru Nui]

IC: Vraek (Tajun Arena, Hotel Reception) - Quiet!

“Quiet!” Vraek snaps back at Karak. “I am trying to have a conversation.”

@Alex Mason @a goose

 

IC: Taldrix (Bone Hunter Stronghold, Outside Somnii’s Cell) - Unsynched Subtitles

“Someone driven to madness by the plague, you think?”

‘HE’S AFTER SOMETHING IN THE CANYONS.’

“I take it you couldn’t find anyone to blame for it, in any case.”

‘THE PLAGUE COMPLICATES THIS.’

@a goose

 

IC: Xyde (Iron Canyon, Cave) - Pep Talk

“There are no guarantees about this, but...” That was nowhere near as comforting as Xyde intended it to be. “Sometimes terrible things happen and then you die, but sometimes… sometimes terrible things happen and then you have to keep on living.”

@~Xemnas~

[a goose]

IC: Somnii (Bone Hunter Stronghold; Somnii's Cell)

Somnii paled, and went silent. Horror tore at her, threatening to shred away what little remained of her sanity; she was falling, falling again into that Stygian abyss, buried beneath the sins of her forebears. A darkness blacker than a moonless night pressed in from all sides, and even the thunder of the collapsing walls could not drown out the cries of the damned. In Somnii's mind, they were screaming still, down in those dreamless depths.

Lords save us all.

“No one saw the culprit,” she replied at last. The words came out smoothly. Rehearsed. As she spoke, she gesticulated – an impression of writing with a stylus. All the while, she kept her wild, half-mad eyes fixed on Taldrix’s.

OOC: @Toru Nui

Edited September 28 by a goose

[Alex Mason]

IC: Karak - Arena Hotel

"You not command me." I growl back, looking to the receptionist hoping that I am not going to have to find somewhere else to stay. The crowds for the event tell me that might end up incredibly troublesome - but I refuse to sleep on the street again. I need a warm bed.

OOC: @Toru Nui@a goose

[a goose]

IC: Portia (NPC; Arena Hotel, Tajun)

When Karak looked to the receptionist, he found that the small figure behind the counter had almost entirely receded. All that remained was a pair of eyes, peeking over the desk, which quickly darted back down upon being spotted. Behind – or, rather, beneath – said desk, Portia was hyperventilating. This situation had quickly spun out of her control, and she knew for a fact that her supervisor was unavailable. She hadn’t been trained for this. She hadn’t been trained for anything, in fact, and she was beginning to suspect that she might have secured this job so easily not because of her enthusiasm and her bubbly demeanour but instead because the staff turnover rate might be… rather high.

She also had begun to suspect that hiding was not an effective method of conflict resolution, and needed an alternative methodology.

“WE DO HAVE ONE ROOM,” she shouted, eyes screwed shut. “TECHNICALLY.”

OOC: @Toru Nui @Alex Mason

Edited Wednesday at 04:25 PM by a goose

[Toru Nui]

IC: Vraek (Tajun Arena, Hotel Reception) - A Technicality

So there was a room available. Oh, well that was a relief. First things first, though.

“Can you not perceive the distress you are causing this woman,” she asks Karak, scathingly, “or do you just not care? I don’t-” Wait.

She swerves back to the receptionist. “‘Technically’?”

@Alex Mason @a goose

 

IC: Taldrix (Bone Hunter Stronghold, Outside Somnii’s Cell) - Pen Pals

What is she doing? Is she… gesturing that she wanted to write something to her?

Taldrix had considered this possibility, hence why there were numerous blank parchments with her - to either write down new messages or allow Somnii to do so. The problems were A: this may just cause sounds that would be detected by the Ghost’s infernal device, and B: she really doesn’t want to get close to the plague bearer.

There is also something in her eyes, some horrible madness. But considering that Taldrix was having two different conversations with her at the same time, she doesn’t know if this was related to the destruction of the telegraph station or the Ghost’s hunt for the ruins. Or, quite possibly, it was just a symptom of the dream disease.

She hadn’t told her what exactly the Ghost was looking for to have some leverage, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the Iron Tribals had found Great Being technology and were hoarding it for themselves, despite the delusions of being somehow superior to the Gatherers just because they were too weak and cowardly to take what they needed conventionally.

Although the suspicion that the item knew more than she was letting on was growing, she simply makes a noise in response and left it at that. “Hrmm.” Mostly to ensure that the Ghost doesn’t suspect anything, if he is listening. Though Taldrix doubts he could be listening to her all the time from now on, she has no real way of knowing… for all she knows, the device does nothing, and this was all some sort of mind game, but she refuses to take that chance. Not that it was stopping her anyway.

She writes down another note.

‘STEP AWAY FROM THE BARS.’

She would then very slowly try and pass several sheets of paper through the bars onto the cell floor, along with a spare stylus. Couldn’t let any noise be heard - but also, couldn’t actually get close to the Aula Agoria, lest risking contagion or altercation.

@a goose