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Nov. 17th, 2014 10:00 amWho: Some folks
When: Day ???, ???, sometime in the autumnwintering
Where: Out and about
What: a dark andstormy lightly snowy midnight dreary, probably
[ a night for most good and responsible diurnal folks to be nesting in bed, what's your excuse ]
When: Day ???, ???, sometime in the autumnwintering
Where: Out and about
What: a dark and
[ a night for most good and responsible diurnal folks to be nesting in bed, what's your excuse ]
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Oct. 26th, 2014 05:59 pmbc bandwagon!!!
ask me things 'o'
((There's actually two parts to this, the second of which will only be more relevant with relevant skill unlocks, so that'll come in future. COMING SOON.))
For the record, Lag is a slightly special snowflake boy with certain special snowflake attributes! One of these is that, despite appearances, he isn't an ordinary human: he's actually a being that was born from a collected mass of human "hearts". "Heart" is meant here not in the messy organic sense, but the more metaphysical "feelings and memories" sense. Lag is made of those in a fairly literal manner, and the amber embedded in his left eye is the only thing that keeps him stably in this form.
What this means is: biologically, he's still the same as anyone else! Cut him and he bleeds, has a heart beating in his chest, etc. But to those people with some form of sense for the psychic/supernatural/spiritual, he might feel definitely off in some way. Even those with an exceptional sense of smell might notice something amiss (it's noted by a spirit dragon in canon that he doesn't smell of human at all.)
If you'd like, please leave a comment so I can know/we can suss out how this applies to your character! Questions are also cool. Thanks for reading!
For the record, Lag is a slightly special snowflake boy with certain special snowflake attributes! One of these is that, despite appearances, he isn't an ordinary human: he's actually a being that was born from a collected mass of human "hearts". "Heart" is meant here not in the messy organic sense, but the more metaphysical "feelings and memories" sense. Lag is made of those in a fairly literal manner, and the amber embedded in his left eye is the only thing that keeps him stably in this form.
What this means is: biologically, he's still the same as anyone else! Cut him and he bleeds, has a heart beating in his chest, etc. But to those people with some form of sense for the psychic/supernatural/spiritual, he might feel definitely off in some way. Even those with an exceptional sense of smell might notice something amiss (it's noted by a spirit dragon in canon that he doesn't smell of human at all.)
If you'd like, please leave a comment so I can know/we can suss out how this applies to your character! Questions are also cool. Thanks for reading!
(( Comment here with a character, and either a prompt/setting of your own or an OTA!
Alternately: ))
[ Whether you're a sudden visitor or a long-time resident, the wind gets bone-chilly in the outer regions of Amberground, where the capital's artifical sun barely shines its rays; most people eking a living there know to stay bundled up, though the same can't be said for sudden visitors.
Maybe you're wandering through the vast badlands, where rock formations sometimes tower like skyscrapers, and rickety bridges stretch across chasms. Mostly uninhabited, though there's little lizardy critters to be seen or heard, if you're keen enough, and always the chance of stumbling across-- or stumbling into-- the giant mechanical-looking insects that prowl the cliffs and soil, looking for unwary hearts.
Or maybe you're passing through one of the little villages or towns that dot the region, some bustling with peddlers and merchants hawking baskets of geothermally-grown produce along the main street. Carts drawn by land birds and beasts, some odder than others (is that a rhino?) are hitched to posts, and if you're in luck there might be a public carriage you could hitch a ride on to your next destination.
Other places are quieter, more ragged settlements; the old and weather-worn buildings seem to amplify the wind in the streets. You can feel hungry eyes watching you from shadowed alleys and windows, from the lone vagrant huddled up by the side of the road.
Regardless of where you are, no matter how far, there just might be a delivery finding its way to you. ]
Alternately: ))
[ Whether you're a sudden visitor or a long-time resident, the wind gets bone-chilly in the outer regions of Amberground, where the capital's artifical sun barely shines its rays; most people eking a living there know to stay bundled up, though the same can't be said for sudden visitors.
Maybe you're wandering through the vast badlands, where rock formations sometimes tower like skyscrapers, and rickety bridges stretch across chasms. Mostly uninhabited, though there's little lizardy critters to be seen or heard, if you're keen enough, and always the chance of stumbling across-- or stumbling into-- the giant mechanical-looking insects that prowl the cliffs and soil, looking for unwary hearts.
Or maybe you're passing through one of the little villages or towns that dot the region, some bustling with peddlers and merchants hawking baskets of geothermally-grown produce along the main street. Carts drawn by land birds and beasts, some odder than others (is that a rhino?) are hitched to posts, and if you're in luck there might be a public carriage you could hitch a ride on to your next destination.
Other places are quieter, more ragged settlements; the old and weather-worn buildings seem to amplify the wind in the streets. You can feel hungry eyes watching you from shadowed alleys and windows, from the lone vagrant huddled up by the side of the road.
Regardless of where you are, no matter how far, there just might be a delivery finding its way to you. ]