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aterat2020-08-02 03:48 pm
stickyflippers) wrote in aterat2020-08-02 03:48 pm
Loud seal is loud
Who; Caelan and you!
What; Open log
Where; Assorted Locations! (Red Building Common Space, Red Building his Apartment, Market, Gullwings Office, and the Harbour/Shore)
When; Throughout August, vaguely specified on each prompt.
Warnings; No, but I will edit if anything comes up!
Common Space - Early August
The common space was generally one that Caelan frequented since his arrival, a social creature by nature and necessity to keep himself occupied 90% of the time. He saw it as a good opportunity to get to know his neighbours without actively having to seek them out, to watch them moving in and out of the building and go about their days.
Today found the selkie draped comfortably over one of the chairs, a new violin settled comfortably in his hands as he worked at tuning the new instrument to his liking. Occasionally he’d draw the bow across the stings, testing them out before he resumed what he was doing with the odd thoughtful hum, pleased or disappointed depending on the results.
Still, his mood is clearly good today. Caelan is often smiling, often pleasant company and quick to laugh; but today there’s something about it that it feels far more genuine than it has been. He’d been a few weeks without both an instrument or his usual sense of purpose, but things were decidedly starting to look up what with the morning’s surprise left outside his door.
Market - All through the month!
There was one more musician that could be heard in the market these days. Dressed up, all shiny in his usual accessories and finery, hair pulled back into glittering pins.
Caelan had take to joining in the street performers when they didn’t mind his presence, or setting himself up on an empty corner or near the fountain square when the mood struck. The life and the surrounding energy tended to inspire, and people seemed to like the songs he brought with him from home. Some were familiar enough to those who knew the classical world well, while others had a certain life and rough edge that was more the music of the common folk.
If you were lucky, polite, or simply caught his interest, he would even be inspired take requests. “What’ll it be? Ye look to be in the mood for a particular sound, or are ye just going to stand there gawking?” He spoke up with a grin, cheeks lifted in utter delight and relaxed amusement.
Gullwings Office - Early to Mid!
Caelan still wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened (beyond the obvious, of course). This wasn’t his usual gig, nor was it his usual crowd.
Here he was though, meandering around the Gullwings office like he belonged there. Checking out the furnishings (he had to hand it to Yuna, the place was nice), stopping to chat with whoever happened to be there that day, looking at his desk and wondering what on earth he was going to do with it.
That last thing wasn’t entirely difficult, he’d already shoved some blank sheet music in a drawer to amuse himself on slow days when he didn’t have anything to do. There was also the matter of copying and detailing the maps and blueprints that the directory had given him so Yuna could store the originals away for safe keeping.
He was hoping to at least be able to add to them, to include some rough outlines of the sewers paths between their access points as he and Yuna made a trip down to explore them.
Until then, he was quite available to get to know the group a little better. Getting a feel for personalities, trying to glimpse how they operated, and looking for anything to suggest he might not be able to trust someone.
Harbour/Shoreline - For Holly. Let the Spider-Man meme commence! - Anytime in August, probably late evening after all the respectable people have gone home for the day.
There was a lot about the harbour district that disturbed Caelan for obvious reasons, but he had also found there were quite a few things about it to appreciate.
Once the sun had been down for a few hours the amount of people travelling the docks lessened considerably, which meant a little more privacy for him to do one of the things (aside from his music or thieving) that he did best. Fishing. It was going to save him quite a bit of money, unless he felt like eating something at a restaurant in the company of others.
These waters appeared to be very well stocked with fish, so as long as he didn’t go so far as to be near the reefs where some particularly large and nasty creatures dwelt, he could fish to his content. Feed up, and perhaps even bring some fish home for those who had endeared themselves enough to him to bring back a decent sized catch of fish or crustaceans depending on their tastes.
Tonight was no exception, his clothes folded neatly behind some rocks as he donned his more natural attire to enjoy that other half of his soul. So, as the moon rose higher in the sky, there was a form swimming around in the waters. Diving here, coming up there, a soft song carried over the breeze occasionally, and sometimes a splash could be heard as the being caught something in its grasp.
It’s 3AM, oops. - ... Probably all through the month unless someone does something about it. Sorry Red Building.
Caelan had a very irregular sleep schedule, he stayed up late and slept in just as late. Should he get that shifted now that he was in another world and joining a group for exploring and helping out around the city?
Yes, yes he should.
Would he actually do that?
Probably not.
So the selkie tended to keep very odd hours. Thus far that hadn’t really been obvious aside from the later hour that he left his dorm room during the day (Around 11:30 every day like clockwork). Once Caelan had an instrument, that might have been a different story depending on the person and their ability to ignore noise at strange hours.
Sometime around three in the morning, the red building would be treated to the sounds of a violin being played. The piece was strange in tone, energy fluctuating at random, it was honestly the kind of song one might have been warned off of following if it was heard near the caves of their local beach or along the river beds of the forests they lived near. Fae music, intended to be played by theirs ands alone and rarely heard by humans.
Caelan was feeling homesick, whether he’d admit it to anyone or not. On nights where he felt just a touch too disconnected from his life, he could be found playing the music his best friend had taught him or working on his own compositions. Sheet music spread across the table, and a bottle of whiskey sitting open next to that.
If you’re curious enough, or annoyed enough, knock at his door. He’d be happy to have the company, and he’d be happy to share the alcohol.
Wildcard/Other
Is there something I forgot? Did you have something specific in mind? Throw it at me! I’d be delighted!
What; Open log
Where; Assorted Locations! (Red Building Common Space, Red Building his Apartment, Market, Gullwings Office, and the Harbour/Shore)
When; Throughout August, vaguely specified on each prompt.
Warnings; No, but I will edit if anything comes up!
Common Space - Early August
The common space was generally one that Caelan frequented since his arrival, a social creature by nature and necessity to keep himself occupied 90% of the time. He saw it as a good opportunity to get to know his neighbours without actively having to seek them out, to watch them moving in and out of the building and go about their days.
Today found the selkie draped comfortably over one of the chairs, a new violin settled comfortably in his hands as he worked at tuning the new instrument to his liking. Occasionally he’d draw the bow across the stings, testing them out before he resumed what he was doing with the odd thoughtful hum, pleased or disappointed depending on the results.
Still, his mood is clearly good today. Caelan is often smiling, often pleasant company and quick to laugh; but today there’s something about it that it feels far more genuine than it has been. He’d been a few weeks without both an instrument or his usual sense of purpose, but things were decidedly starting to look up what with the morning’s surprise left outside his door.
Market - All through the month!
There was one more musician that could be heard in the market these days. Dressed up, all shiny in his usual accessories and finery, hair pulled back into glittering pins.
Caelan had take to joining in the street performers when they didn’t mind his presence, or setting himself up on an empty corner or near the fountain square when the mood struck. The life and the surrounding energy tended to inspire, and people seemed to like the songs he brought with him from home. Some were familiar enough to those who knew the classical world well, while others had a certain life and rough edge that was more the music of the common folk.
If you were lucky, polite, or simply caught his interest, he would even be inspired take requests. “What’ll it be? Ye look to be in the mood for a particular sound, or are ye just going to stand there gawking?” He spoke up with a grin, cheeks lifted in utter delight and relaxed amusement.
Gullwings Office - Early to Mid!
Caelan still wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened (beyond the obvious, of course). This wasn’t his usual gig, nor was it his usual crowd.
Here he was though, meandering around the Gullwings office like he belonged there. Checking out the furnishings (he had to hand it to Yuna, the place was nice), stopping to chat with whoever happened to be there that day, looking at his desk and wondering what on earth he was going to do with it.
That last thing wasn’t entirely difficult, he’d already shoved some blank sheet music in a drawer to amuse himself on slow days when he didn’t have anything to do. There was also the matter of copying and detailing the maps and blueprints that the directory had given him so Yuna could store the originals away for safe keeping.
He was hoping to at least be able to add to them, to include some rough outlines of the sewers paths between their access points as he and Yuna made a trip down to explore them.
Until then, he was quite available to get to know the group a little better. Getting a feel for personalities, trying to glimpse how they operated, and looking for anything to suggest he might not be able to trust someone.
Harbour/Shoreline - For Holly. Let the Spider-Man meme commence! - Anytime in August, probably late evening after all the respectable people have gone home for the day.
There was a lot about the harbour district that disturbed Caelan for obvious reasons, but he had also found there were quite a few things about it to appreciate.
Once the sun had been down for a few hours the amount of people travelling the docks lessened considerably, which meant a little more privacy for him to do one of the things (aside from his music or thieving) that he did best. Fishing. It was going to save him quite a bit of money, unless he felt like eating something at a restaurant in the company of others.
These waters appeared to be very well stocked with fish, so as long as he didn’t go so far as to be near the reefs where some particularly large and nasty creatures dwelt, he could fish to his content. Feed up, and perhaps even bring some fish home for those who had endeared themselves enough to him to bring back a decent sized catch of fish or crustaceans depending on their tastes.
Tonight was no exception, his clothes folded neatly behind some rocks as he donned his more natural attire to enjoy that other half of his soul. So, as the moon rose higher in the sky, there was a form swimming around in the waters. Diving here, coming up there, a soft song carried over the breeze occasionally, and sometimes a splash could be heard as the being caught something in its grasp.
It’s 3AM, oops. - ... Probably all through the month unless someone does something about it. Sorry Red Building.
Caelan had a very irregular sleep schedule, he stayed up late and slept in just as late. Should he get that shifted now that he was in another world and joining a group for exploring and helping out around the city?
Yes, yes he should.
Would he actually do that?
Probably not.
So the selkie tended to keep very odd hours. Thus far that hadn’t really been obvious aside from the later hour that he left his dorm room during the day (Around 11:30 every day like clockwork). Once Caelan had an instrument, that might have been a different story depending on the person and their ability to ignore noise at strange hours.
Sometime around three in the morning, the red building would be treated to the sounds of a violin being played. The piece was strange in tone, energy fluctuating at random, it was honestly the kind of song one might have been warned off of following if it was heard near the caves of their local beach or along the river beds of the forests they lived near. Fae music, intended to be played by theirs ands alone and rarely heard by humans.
Caelan was feeling homesick, whether he’d admit it to anyone or not. On nights where he felt just a touch too disconnected from his life, he could be found playing the music his best friend had taught him or working on his own compositions. Sheet music spread across the table, and a bottle of whiskey sitting open next to that.
If you’re curious enough, or annoyed enough, knock at his door. He’d be happy to have the company, and he’d be happy to share the alcohol.
Wildcard/Other
Is there something I forgot? Did you have something specific in mind? Throw it at me! I’d be delighted!
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She turned and headed out of the room, pausing long enough for Caelan to follow before leading the way.
"I can sense the spirits within the cemetery. Something is holding them in or keeping us out. I think we should figure out what that is." It might not be safe.
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He’d known a few restless spirits in his time, they were different from the fae... Though there were a few fae who did mingle and get on with them a little better than everyone else did should their paths cross. Caelan had yet to meet a ghost in his life, so these spirits were an interesting idea. Especially if they trapped and kept from peace by something. “Yeah? I wonder what could be doing that... Like a barrier or something of a magical nature?”
He absently wondered if it was in the same vein as the mists around the outskirts. The selkie had taken a swim out beyond the reef once or twice to observe it, rather disappointed to find it couldn’t be avoided or gone under. It was like being in a damned fishbowl that’s glass couldn’t be seen through. He couldn’t share that tidbit, as much as he’d like to. Because there was no logical explanation for how he knew.
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Yuna's lips tilted into a frown. "It's sad and unsafe. The dead need guidance. It was my job as a summoner to provide that guidance. It's hard to do nothing when I know they are in pain, lost and confused."
It was sad and she couldn't stand by and do nothing. "We'll be a bit away from the Cemetery. To the west."
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The most he’d done was circle the walls, just to get an idea of how far they went and to commit the area to memory. “I’ve been there once since I arrived, I admit it’s not a usual destination for myself.”
Still, spirits of any kind being trapped against their will was a concern. It wasn’t far off of the jobs he took on when fae were being held against their will, so it would be a priority he was willing to take on. “We’ll see if we can’t find a break in the barrier, sneak our way in and work out what needs doing.” He grinned a little, turning west as they left the gullwings office behind.
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She glanced down at her feet as they walked, her expression falling. "It's sad. I want to help... if I can."
The path wasn't long. Yuna had scouted out the area shortly after speaking to the Orb in the library but she hadn't gone inside. It was better to do this with a friend at your back. "This is the place." She held out her hand and a magic silver ball gathered in her palm before turning into a gun. "Ready? I don't know what we'll find in there."
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Well, he’d help Yuna get there anyway. He couldn’t say he was particularly well-versed with putting spirits to rest. He was more skilled with sneaking and B&E than anything else, plotting out heists if it ever came up. Caelan wasn’t sure if the last one would come into play though, everyone else seemed a bit respectable for that sort of thing. Even he hadn’t been given a reason to nick anything yet.
Glad that they didn’t have a long walk, he stopped to make a quick note on his map which entrance to the sewers they were at. Map returned to his pockets, he flicked his wrist and one of his knives dropped out of a sleeve to rest in his hand, “That I am, hopefully we’ll have smooth sailing but... Well I’ve heard talk of some nasty little pieces of work done there, so we’ll see.”
Gesturing with his free hand, he smiled lightly. “After you?”
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Spira was a strange world.
"Thanks." She grinned and jumped down into the sewers in a swift easy motion. She landed with a soft splash and then moved to let Caelan descend the ladder or jump down the same way she had.
"I think the cemetery is that way but we should move quietly. I'm not getting a good feeling about this place. It's like the caves I've explored on Spira."
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There was a small frown on his face though, he really did hate sewer water. Sewers were handy, excellent for getting around the city unseen, but the water was a far cry from what he was accustomed to.
He nodded though, voice low as he responded. “Yeah I’ve heard the stories from the locals about the things that live down here. Best to go under the radar for as long as we can, always better to not fight if you don’t have to.”
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She closed her eyes and held up a palm in front of her. A silver light balled in her palm before stretching and elongating into a familiar old staff. She held it to her chest and bowed her head in a prayer.
"I can hear them." Pyre-flies of light extended from her staff in a soft glow as she opened her eyes and stared out in the direction they had to go. "That way." With their direction set, she released the magic that held the staff and let it disappear in a shattering of silver light.
"I'll take the lead. You watch our back." She looked over at Caelan and smiled confidently. "Ready?"
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The selkie watched with interest as she manifested the staff, keeping silent as she worked her magic. For all he liked to talk, he knew well enough when a spell (or a prayer as this seemed to be) needed more quiet contemplation than verbal chatter. It was actually really something to see, definitely different from the magics he was used to seeing from humans (or even many fae) in his world.
Considering Yuna could sense (or apparently hear) the spirits, he was happy to let her lead. This was definitely not his element as far as a job went, and it gave him a chance to watch their surroundings more. Make mental notes and details for when he got to pull the map out again to keep recording the paths. “After you then, I’ll give a shout if I see something.”