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Who; Everyone!
What; Pulse log; REMEMBRANCE
Where; Throughout the City
When; August 8th - 15th
Warnings; Will update when and as necessary
In the days leading up to August 8th, the city is abuzz with activity. Businesses in the Merchant district have posted notices they will be closed the following week in observance of something called “Remembrance”. The Aspects are absent this week, though that doesn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary, and it’s easy to get caught up in what is quite a celebratory time in the city. Harvests and meats are being brought in from the outlying farms, the main square is being cordoned into stalls for food, drink, and performances. The guard is more present this week, keeping a close eye on the organization and watching for any miscreants.
As the time of the festival approaches, a quiet excitement seems to thrum through the others here, young and old alike, and on the evening of the 8th, a commencement parade makes its way through the market district.
The procession, filled with musicians, dancers, jugglers, and the like, make their way from the fountain square to the center of the market district, where a crude stage has been erected in the square at the center of the market district, in front of the guard headquarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it does serve the purpose of bringing to the attention of those gathered those who stand atop it.
A tall man in a Guardsman’s blue uniform climbs the stairs, steel plates glittering in the midday sun. He has a stern countenance, and there’s a stiffness through his shoulders that suggests he isn’t overly fond of public speeches. He takes a steadying breath before clearing his throat.
“People of Aterat, those of us who were risen from its ashes and those of us who have been gathered to kindle its flame,” he pauses here for a moment, giving his address an air of gravitas. “Welcome. I am Captain Orson Khannar, of the Aterat City Guard. I was a guardsman before the Fall and I can tell you we stand as a shadow of our former selves, but we do stand. Two years ago, today, the Aspects descended from the Fountain, all that remained of our once proud land, they saw the ruin wrought upon it, and they began to weave. There was little of us left, but what stands was reassembled because we Remembered.” A cheer rises from the collected locals, along with a few scattered cries of ‘bless the Aspects’ and ‘long may Halcyn reign’. Captain Khannar raises a hand to still the crowd and after a moment, their cheers and raised prayers quiet.
“But we did not remember enough. This year, the Creator has provided, and we welcome among us memories from other worlds. This Remembrance, do not forget their sacrifice.” His tone changes then, and his piercing gaze moves across all those who have come here from elsewhere. “Outlanders, I expect nothing of you, but I offer you a warning: we are not your captors but we are your neighbors. As such, we will hold you to the same standards to which we hold ourselves. I am the Captain of your guard, and it is my sworn oath to keep this city safe from miscreants. That said, those of you who are willing and able, I would welcome your aid. Surely by now you have seen our fair city has its share of problems. My office is just there across the square.”
And with that bit of business handled, he directs his attention back to the crowd. “A Happy Remembrance to us all!” The crowd cheers again, though less enthusiastically, as a few look around at those gathered from other worlds, uncertain if they share the Captain’s willingness to welcome the aid of ‘Outlanders’.
The rest of the week is a city-wide party. The taverns are overflowing with merrymakers, there is wine and food for all, music at all hours of the day and night. Performers come out in droves, there are artists, artisans, and the like. If you can think of a festival occurrence, it happens at some point, though all the shops are closed for normal hours. It seems it’s quite the holiday, and you are welcome to invent whatever you'd like for a scene.
The Captain remains true to his word, and the Guard HQ in the Market Square seems to be the only place operating normally. There are regular patrols throughout the events, but Captain Khannar can be found most days in his office, upstairs in the HeadQuarters, should anyone like to question him.
What; Pulse log; REMEMBRANCE
Where; Throughout the City
When; August 8th - 15th
Warnings; Will update when and as necessary
In the days leading up to August 8th, the city is abuzz with activity. Businesses in the Merchant district have posted notices they will be closed the following week in observance of something called “Remembrance”. The Aspects are absent this week, though that doesn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary, and it’s easy to get caught up in what is quite a celebratory time in the city. Harvests and meats are being brought in from the outlying farms, the main square is being cordoned into stalls for food, drink, and performances. The guard is more present this week, keeping a close eye on the organization and watching for any miscreants.
As the time of the festival approaches, a quiet excitement seems to thrum through the others here, young and old alike, and on the evening of the 8th, a commencement parade makes its way through the market district.
The procession, filled with musicians, dancers, jugglers, and the like, make their way from the fountain square to the center of the market district, where a crude stage has been erected in the square at the center of the market district, in front of the guard headquarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it does serve the purpose of bringing to the attention of those gathered those who stand atop it.
A tall man in a Guardsman’s blue uniform climbs the stairs, steel plates glittering in the midday sun. He has a stern countenance, and there’s a stiffness through his shoulders that suggests he isn’t overly fond of public speeches. He takes a steadying breath before clearing his throat.
“People of Aterat, those of us who were risen from its ashes and those of us who have been gathered to kindle its flame,” he pauses here for a moment, giving his address an air of gravitas. “Welcome. I am Captain Orson Khannar, of the Aterat City Guard. I was a guardsman before the Fall and I can tell you we stand as a shadow of our former selves, but we do stand. Two years ago, today, the Aspects descended from the Fountain, all that remained of our once proud land, they saw the ruin wrought upon it, and they began to weave. There was little of us left, but what stands was reassembled because we Remembered.” A cheer rises from the collected locals, along with a few scattered cries of ‘bless the Aspects’ and ‘long may Halcyn reign’. Captain Khannar raises a hand to still the crowd and after a moment, their cheers and raised prayers quiet.
“But we did not remember enough. This year, the Creator has provided, and we welcome among us memories from other worlds. This Remembrance, do not forget their sacrifice.” His tone changes then, and his piercing gaze moves across all those who have come here from elsewhere. “Outlanders, I expect nothing of you, but I offer you a warning: we are not your captors but we are your neighbors. As such, we will hold you to the same standards to which we hold ourselves. I am the Captain of your guard, and it is my sworn oath to keep this city safe from miscreants. That said, those of you who are willing and able, I would welcome your aid. Surely by now you have seen our fair city has its share of problems. My office is just there across the square.”
And with that bit of business handled, he directs his attention back to the crowd. “A Happy Remembrance to us all!” The crowd cheers again, though less enthusiastically, as a few look around at those gathered from other worlds, uncertain if they share the Captain’s willingness to welcome the aid of ‘Outlanders’.
The rest of the week is a city-wide party. The taverns are overflowing with merrymakers, there is wine and food for all, music at all hours of the day and night. Performers come out in droves, there are artists, artisans, and the like. If you can think of a festival occurrence, it happens at some point, though all the shops are closed for normal hours. It seems it’s quite the holiday, and you are welcome to invent whatever you'd like for a scene.
The Captain remains true to his word, and the Guard HQ in the Market Square seems to be the only place operating normally. There are regular patrols throughout the events, but Captain Khannar can be found most days in his office, upstairs in the HeadQuarters, should anyone like to question him.
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Oh, there's a loaded question.
"I have a history which means I cannot trust myself with the stuff," Nida admits. "Grief. Over the very reason you might suspect. And other things."
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He was a little on edge.
"Not drinking is probably good. I should do probably not drink so much." Though he wasn't sure what else he should do. There was a lot that he didn't forget but some of those dark memories remained safely locked away.
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"What did you take the medication for? I might... be able to do something to lessen the symptoms."
He has no clue how strong his healing magic is here. But he'll try.
CW: Alluding to mental illness, likely will continue through thread.
It was easier to be vague.
"I'm not sure what you could do. A mage locked away a few of my memories for me... I can't remember what those are though. I haven't really dealt with it all yet." It'd been years since that night but it wasn't something that Jacob could easily handle and there were other memories... things he'd asked to forget until he was ready.
CW: Allusions from both of them actually
It's been a bit of a pain. But Nida tries to offer a gentle look, a kind one. Please tell him it's working.
"I'm not going to press. I know how it hurts. It can hurt, even if you just know that you're missing the details of why you hurt."
CW: Allusions from both of them actually
Yup, that was all he had.
"I don't really talk about stuff. I mean, I have but this world is different and... taking it one step at a time. Maybe... maybe later? If that's an open invitation." He didn't know if it was and he understood if Nida would rather avoid the topic.
"And for you too. I don't really sleep or go out unless I get antsy. So I'm free. I'll find that carpentry job at some point." He was rambling now. God, he sounded like his sister. "Just- you got a friend in me."
Quoting a Toy Story song like a boss.... so smooth.
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"Now why would I not give an open invitation," he says. Sure, he doesn't want to give out information, but receiving it was another matter altogether. "I'm here to help."
He does pause after a moment, thinking about Jacob's comment. The Carpentry one. Frankly, Nida wasn't touching the 'friendship' idea with a long pole.
"Have you considered just applying for a loan to start your own business? It's possible here. I could be your first customer. I have a thing I need made."
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"If you want something made I can make it for you." That was easy enough. "What are you looking for?"
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Not that it didn't work out sometimes. His brother had been a blacksmith. Not-brother-brother. And more like became a blacksmith. Dammit, he hates the gaps in his head.
"I'm thinking about the guard. Floating a line on helping someone start a whole fitness and combat training thing. If that doesn't pan out I can do more with the guard. Or..."
Should he? Did he dare? Fire wasn't his thing but maybe he could...
"Or blacksmith. I could learn that. Spent enough time watching."
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"That sounds useful. I didn't know you were a fighter but-" Jacob glanced back at him. "It isn't too surprising." Nida was in shape.
"Blacksmithing sounds pretty cool." It also sounded complicated. "Why not do both? No reason you can't split your time."
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"I can't really do both guard work AND training AND blacksmithing. I'll have to find a balance I suppose."
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"It's whatever you want to do most. You can always alternate days and I'd think that training is kinda part of guard work, isn't it?" He really didn't know. "I'm not much of a fighter. So I'm not sure."
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"From my experience, training and guarding go hand in hand. But if I wasn't there most days they might expect me to train in my own time."
Not a fighter. Yeah, there were no small number of those. Nida sighs.
"You don't have to be a fighter. Just have a will to survive. Speaking of, let's get you off the streets, just in case."
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"I'm more of a manual labor kinda guy." Though he didn't look all that strong.
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"Don't forget that such things are their own strength. Your arms will be stronger when you get to work."
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"Yeah. I'll probably start running in the mornings." Or late at night, depending on when he slept.
He slowed down when they reached the gray building. "This is me or are you walking me to my door?"
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Like go up.
"But it's a good thing for your health, running."
Nida is quiet for a bit, even as they approach the gray building, but his smile only grows. What a silly question.
"Am I? Huh. It seems I am."
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Jacob never flirted on purpose but this definitely felt like flirting. He wasn't going to think too deeply into it. This was the second or third time he'd run into Nida, Jacob didn't remember for sure, but he was becoming more comfortable around the other man.
"Cool. Well I'm on the second floor. First room. So it isn't too far."
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"My legs have a lot more give left in them. They could handle an even higher floor than that," he says, his own tone waxing lightly flirtatious.
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His eyebrow rose at Nida. "Oh? How high?" It was unclear if Jacob got the flirting or if it went right over his head.
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"Up the stairs with you, mister movie man. You need your rest."
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"Right. Right." He paused awkwardly. "Um... thanks Nida." He always seemed to be around when he needed someone. "For just.. everything, ya know?"
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"Of course," he agreed, stopping and looking at Jacob. "I'm guessing that's a dismissal."
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Smooth.
With that Jacob walked up the stairs to his apartment. It was the first door on the right, so it wasn't that far.
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"Thank you. I don't mind helping."
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And ftb I think
yes! <3 thank you for threading with my slow butt