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[rhinemaid]

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: Ivan discovers that trying to have a conversation with Ilde about ~their relationship~ is not unlike trying to pick up a cat that doesn’t want to be. Also, biothurgy is really neat, and Hasi is the least likely of Ilde's friends to offer to shove Ivan's balls somewhere unpleasant.
Where: Ivan’s new Mafaton apartment.
When: R...ecently.
Notes: Written on gdocs and formatted for livejournal.
Warnings: Discussion of violence, murder.

( she would be elegant, with a difficult background and maybe psychotic tendencies )

OPEN :: I used to live in a heartbeat city

[modeststillness.livejournal.com]

Who: Thrice & YOU.
What: Biking, chatting, reading books, or whatevs.
Where: Anywhere and everywhere in Baedal.
When: Sukkardi
Notes:Upon arriving in Baedal, Thrice had a few goals:
   (a) Contact Petra.
   (b) Find employment.
   (c) Continue his 'real' work.

Working for a courier service means that Thrice can be found anywhere in the city, usually on a bicycle weaving around and through traffic almost as if it doesn't exist. When he's able to really hit his stride and transcend his usual distracted way of interacting with the world, Thrice is able to unconsciously react to events that haven't yet happened and move through crowded streets without any difficulty at all. To an outsider it may look as if he prefers odd, circuitous routes through the city, but by following his gut instincts, he'll dodge accidents, potholes, unexpected pack animals and toppling fruit carts all without slowing down.

Others in the cohort are likely to see him riding by, but unlikely to stop and chat with him unless he's slowed down for a break. When not on a bike, Thrice can be found at TeeMuu chatting with the Math department, looking for some rather obscure texts on algorithms in Flyside, or returning to one of Ceith's temples to start negotiations that will eventually end in his sending a letter back home.

the process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr), Cindy and Blink
What: A journey to the fringes of reality for fun and profit. The second trip of others.
Where: The outskirts of Baedal, i.e., the fog.
When: Shundi morning.

They are far out enough, now, and the thick dense fog obscures their surroundings.

That said, there could be nothing to obscure, and there is that sense that although the fog acts as a veil, Lucius would not place money on the idea it hides anything at all beyond its legendary monsters and treasures. They've driven out through farmland until the encroaching mist swallowed the car, a thing Lucius hired with the down payment earned from Snape with the keys tossed to someone capable, and at the sight of some shape made blurred and indefinite, they'd come to a halt. Now, Lucius is (quite happily) out of the vehicle and leaving the door open, his wand out and shining a somewhat useless illumination charm at the end of it, the light doing very little to penetrate the thick fog that presses in from all sides.

Regardless, he points it to the figure. It's an animal of some kind, quite dead, as made evident by the jagged row of exposed ribcage pointing for the hidden sky. It stinks of ruined meat, with a smear on the road where its innards used to be before scavengers-- or indeed, predators-- consumed it. It's an unnatural thing, a six-legged, furred beast with its neck broken and bent, eyes picked clean and fur gone grey. Horns, silvery, wind in spirals from its head, one of them broken perhaps from age or conflict.

"Someone's done the task for us," he notes, just loud enough to be heard, his voice almost tinny in the strange atmosphere.



[ OOC: ONE OF YOU can have driven the car, Lucius cannot. :( ]