Mini-Event: Skywhale + Day of Lefkokó

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The Skywhale & Day of Lefkokó
🜙 The Skywhale
	After fierce retaliation and an increase in city-wide defensive power and measures, it seems as if the orc attacks have, at least for the moment, begun to subside. Along with the lessened threat of orc ambushes, the first storms of winter have died down to a gentle and occasional snow flurry, leaving the world peacefully blanketed in powder snow and a calm stillness. The City of the Free Peoples take this time to celebrate the final repairs of the airship, the Skywhale. With sail balloon once more filled and the engines working hard to keep the air within it warm, easier and safer travel is once more available. The Skywhale leaves once a day in the early morning to head for Didymos, and today is its maiden voyage since the repairs. Thalassa has changed greatly in the last century, blossoming into a massive port and military city, with resources and opportunities unavailable in the more eclectic Cty of the Free Peoples. Restless legs may find their chance to stretch to a new experience. Sail the skies aboard the Skywhale and see Thalassa's grand transformation to Didymos for yourself. Catch the voyage back before nightfall, or remain in Didymos until the ship's return the following day. There is plenty to see and do in the city by the sea. You can even see Logistykon's reef from aboard the Skywhale's deck as it swings around to dock. It is a grim but beautiful sight in the clear blue waters. While the threat of fire and orc ambush has diminished greatly, the City of the Free Peoples is filled with a sense of unease and discomfort as repairs on the city and attempts to put lives back together continue. Murmurs of discontent slip through the city streets, along with rumors that this is all Lykos' fault or accusations that the Captain might be hiding something. For every murmur of distrust, however, there are counters of the heroics and quick action that helped keep the city strong and beat the orcs back. There has still been no word from Krimnos or the airship, Valiant, that usually hails from the cliff city daily. Messengers have not made their wing from the city and those sent to the cliffs have not returned. It's not unusual for this time of year, but the absence is felt keenly by traveling merchants who need to get their wares to or from the city. A journey by horse or on foot would be risky, but the potential rewards for escorting a company up to the cliffs could prove significant.
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🜙 Day of Lefkokó
	No matter what city you find yourself in, the dawn of the 17th sees a change in mood and atmosphere across Idan. Snow has stopped falling and the sky is a bright, clear blue. The weather warms enough to cause water to drip softly from the icicles hanging off every awning and outcrop. Decorations of magical or crafted snowflake art and blue ice flames line city streets and building windows, and jovial merriment spills out into the streets. A sweet wine made from frostberries, warm honey-mead, and spiced apple drinks are offered in taverns, inns, and small shops or homes, a free offering to be had with sweet or spiced cheeses and spiced or candied nuts and fruits. It's a celebration that is far from unfamiliar, one that has been celebrated for centuries across Idan's towns and cities, though the methods and particulars of the celebration have always varied from place to place and people to people. December is the month of the White Raven, and in particular, this day is a day to honor him. Lefkokó, the deity of dance, freedom, madness, and cunning sits at the head of the cause of these festivities and his domains are the focus of the celebrations. Today is a day of dance, drinking, and games of skill and chance. A day to test your bluffing skills, show off, and take deep joy and pride in the liberties and opportunities available to all. Few work on this day, beyond the essentials, and everyone who is able to takes part in this moment of freedom and relaxed expectations or responsibilities. The cities are alive with music and dancing, and the taverns are a swirl of chaos amidst high stake games of cunning and chance. Clever minds clash over riddles, old and new, and as the day progresses a lack of sobriety becomes increasingly evident in the streets and establishments alike. As the sun reaches the highest point in the sky and the shadows dwindle to near nothingness, the aviaries of all three cities release the newest flock of rare juvenile snow ravens to their freedom, letting them take wing to the skies for their first ever flights. The flocks of snow ravens, the most coveted of magic familiars, fly off to the wildlands after practicing their acrobatic feats and visiting various areas of the city in search of food to give them energy for the journey ahead. Once they take their leave of the city, many begin to seek out hidden trinkets, magical herbs, and small, rare items across Idan with a precise and dedicated focus. Those who honor Lefkokó by celebrating in his name may be visited by his rare and clever emissaries later in the month with an offering of thanks from Lefkokó himself.
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🜙 A Warning.
	By the 18th the orc camp has been abandoned, the animals freed and the orcs, whatever was left of them, appear to have fled. Retreat is unusual, even more so for them to cut their creatures loose and flee without triumph or trophy, but this is something different. Many of the weapons, trinkets, and armors coveted by the warring orcs have been left behind, and the fires trampled and stamped out with apparent urgency. Tracks lead to the south a few miles and then vanish into snow in the direction of Lake Atéleio. It and the land south and west of it are consumed in a blizzard blown over from the sea, and tracking beyond that point becomes nearly impossible, though by this point it is assumed the Orcs have retreated to Spear Valley. Whether or not they will return is unclear. Those in the City of the Free Peoples on the 18th will receive another message, this one from a less mysterious source, addressing the coming dangers. Though the attacks have set preparations back a few weeks I would like to quell any worries. The Long Night approaches, but you are a city of strong, brave folk. The threats on the horizon will not be the end of this city any more than these raucous attacks have been. Supplies can be claimed from the defender's camp for any struggling to make the necessary preparations. Those who have lost their homes will be provided shelter and supplies. When the Long Night comes, keep your children indoors, your fires stoked, and your buildings shuttered. There is nothing to fear. Your defenders will keep you safe. -Captain Lykos Several hours later a second and then a third message is received across all kingdoms. It comes only to the couriers of the awakened. The first comes as an audio message: A dull scraping sound followed by the click and whine of metal dragging across stone and the dripping of thick, viscous liquid somewhere distant. It ends abruptly and a simple thought message, short and uncomfortable, follows it. silarclupes irom otnemem The message has no signature.

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Mini Event Questions

[usirmods]

[cryptsleeper]

What kind of fun, terrible ambushes etc. would be faced in attempting any kind of escort to Krimnos/is it possible to get to the city at all? (And if so, what's to be found there?)

No worries if getting there is impossible/pushing the map boundaries too much at this time.

[forswore]

Just a clarification on using the Couriers!

1. For sending thought messages, must characters have a specific known recipient in mind, or can it be something as simple as willing a message to 'everyone with a 20-sided Courier' if they want to broadcast a general message to all the awakened?

2. Is it possible to send thought messages back and forth when one or both users are 'anonymous' (ie. not signing their names)? e.g. just willing 'respond to sender of this message'?

3. Point 2 being pertinent to this one: if Daud attempts to send a thought message to the unsigned one, will he get anything back, or will it just broadcast to the whole of the awakened network?

lauralae | ota

[fuga]

Lefkokó.

[ The day of Lefkokó is not something she is altogether familiar with. She had grown up in a different temple altogether, had worshipped something a touch different to the deity of dance and freedom. She respects the nature of it, of course, and she recognises the fact that it is worth having a date of this kind, a celebration to take the edge off the sharpness of an orc attack and the suddenness of being awake again, but she does not want to take part in it unless there is some means for her to prove that worth.

Lauralae never lived in a temple to Lefkokó. The constellation holds less meaning to her than it might others. Her heart hangs on another mantle - and she does not know who is aware of it.

She does not, therefore, spend much time sitting by herself, making herself comfortable in the wrappings of red and whatever black fabrics she can find. People are loud as they dance, people celebrate and speak and chat, and her nose wrinkles, settling in a corner as she makes herself comfortable. There's a scrap of wood in her hands and a raven on her shoulder as she begins to scrape and carve, spending her time making small trinkets and animals, placing wood to the side of her as she goes.

She does not pay much attention to any strangers, but sometimes she can be caught making a prayer of sorts, her eyes closed as she whispers. ]

A Warning.

[ It is difficult for her to ignore the urge to bury her hands in the miscellaneous things left behind from the orcs. She wants to take as much as she can, to loot and push things into her sack before she does anything else, self-preservation an instinct she cannot ignore. She does manage to scrape a few daggers, slipping them onto her belt with dark eyes darting here and there, but she does little else, moving to the the edge of the camp, towards the south.

She stares that way for a very long time, her raven flying overhead, scouting out the area in front before coming back to her shoulder and nudging his face into her chin and hair, grooming her while Lauralae pays no attention whatsoever.

Sitting alone a little later, she listens to the message, a frown on her face. Nothing to fear - it's a curious thing, a strange whisper indeed. She is not afraid of the Long NIght, she is not afraid of what it might bring. She is ready to make her way forward and discover more when the next message comes, her eyes flickering as she sits alone, leaning against a tree and stroking idle fingers against the courier. ]

Silarclupes. [ A frown, the raven on her shoulder squawking quietly. ] Irom otnemem.

[ No signature, no sign, and the sound of metal and liquid - it makes her think, and her legs are drawn up to her chest as she ponders it, soft and quiet. ]

Wildcard.

[ Anything else you might want / any other ideas! Feel free to ping me. ]

Lefkokó

[genice]

[ They're little carvings, but the scent of the wood as it's coaxed into becoming what it is Lauralae sees within its grain catches Makka's nose in a way unlike so many of the other scents permeating the area. Victor isn't far behind her, weaving through people with the grace of someone used to crowds, once upon a time, that were much like this one.

More than a century ago. Something is both morbid and amusing in that thought, and Victor blinks, turning his head to look down at the carved trinkets and animals to the side of a woman and her raven. Makka refrains from reaching out, though she does sit, head canting to the side, watching both woman and bird. ]

Those are lovely, [ he says, lips pulled up into a small smile, a polite smile. Interest gives his eyes a deeper cast of blue, and he gestures toward the line up of carvings. ] May I take a closer look?

[ Admiring people's artistry is something he used to enjoy. If he must live again, were those not the kinds of things he might try to appreciate? ]

Lefkokó

[cryptsleeper]

[Eventually, unsurprisingly, there's a wolf at Lauralae's side. Interupting a prayer, because to the surprise of no one at all, she has no idea what she is interupting. All she knows is that the person who gave her so much attention back at the inn is here, and she would very much like more of that attention.

Equally unsurprising, Alucard's no where to be found.]

[44pistolundermyhead]

[Ellie's on the drunker side of tipsy, and she has a mug of honey mead in her hand as she looks for a place to sit. She's not fucked up, but she is flushed, warm in the pit of her belly, and sort of wishing she was brave enough to ask someone to dance. Unfortunately, even if she were, the crutch would keep that from happening. Fuck stupid ankle injuries.

Ellie manages to find a quiet corner, with only an elf sitting on the floor. Twiddling--no, carving. That's kind of cool. She sets her crutch down on the floor, and slowly maneuvers herself so she's sitting within talking distance of the woman. Ellie's not so drunk that she'll invade the elf's space. She's not creepy.]

Hey. Sorry, I just--need a sec. [The good news is that Ellie didn't spill her mead on the way down. As much as she likes the taste, she probably shouldn't have more. The bad news is, Theseus the coywolf pads through, sniffing at the glass and taking a curious lap. She jerks her head back after only a taste, nose wrinkling in disgust.]

...You're a mutt, why'd you think you'd like that? [Ellie reaches out to pat the wolf. Theseus turns her head to peer at the elf, raven, and wood, and sniffs in their direction.]

[cryptsleeper]

A. Aboard the Skywhale
[The opportunity to travel was something Alucard was taught to never refuse. A mandate. Travel as men do. And now men flew on great airships, the journeys that took days upon days now cut down to a fraction of the time.

To stand on the deck of the Skywhale and look down is a novelty. There have been so many journeys in the past, and hell, Alucard can fly if he puts real effort into his feral magic, but there's a difference between seeing things from that angle versus this one. The ship towers over the land.

His coat has been put aside for the time being, the ridiculously sized wolf that follows him everywhere content to lay atop it so it does not fly away. Alucard has traveled lightly in the past with only one bag to his name, but now he doesn't even have that.

Somewhere in all of this, there's a soft sigh, both hands on the railing that runs along the side of the deck.]

And it only took a century to create this technology. Remarkable.

[He's still furious about many things. This is not one of them.]

B. Didymos
Thalassa is not Thalassa anymore. The feeling of the city has changed, but of course it has. The streets aren't the same, hell, there are roads Alucard can recognize and they lead to dead ends now. Cities evolve. They must, they're living and breathing things. And there is no rush to return to the City of the Free Peoples. Not right now. There are other things to do.

i) The most important thing to do is determine how easy it is to return to Krimnos. That's done in the most straight forward way possible: hanging around the appropriate markets and listening to what is said by those in the know. Shop keepers, merchants, whoever is impacted by the airship not functioning.

The roads aren't an option. There's bandits. There's thieves. The river is starting to freeze, the wolf packs are hungry and a dozen other reasons besides. There's an aching familiarity to the problems, one Alucard wouldn't bat an eye at, but.

But if the ship is repaired first, is all the effort and potential risk truly worth it?

"Stunning how a storm brings the airships so low," he says to himself after overhearing a merchant's recounting of her attempt to brave the roads and all their threats.

ii) The struggles of the road do not discourage Alucard entirely from his total lack of patience in returning to Krimnos. He's spent the afternoon in quiet contemplation, having found a glassed in bar that overlooks the sea. His animas is curled up on his feet (said feet are so very asleep now), and there's a barely drunk glass of wine there.

There's seats on either side overlooking the water. Winter is strange on a shoreline. It's so stark, and the waves roar against the cold.

C. Warning

[Lupes

That's the only word Alucard thinks he can make out in that message. It's wolf related, and true enough, his animas is listening closely to this one. Alucard frowns at that and looks over his shoulder. Ellis is absolutely an asshole and rarely serious, so this demeanor is strange.]

Agreed. [The terrible thing stays in his hand, then shakes his head.] This thing contains nothing but ill will, I'm convinced.

Wildcard
You know the deal

skywhale

[exaomori]

[It really is amazing, this ship. Sure, she had been on the back of a flying familiar a time or two, but it had never been a comfortable ride. In the end, Shura would still prefer to have her feet on solid ground, but she wasn't going to say no to this kind of transportation. The little lion leaning on her legs looks less than content with the situation, but Shura ignores him.]

Startin' from scratch like they did, they've done a good job. I'm impressed~

[Shura's death came early in the war, but she had heard enough about what happened afterward to know that the survivors had a great deal to overcome. It would have been easy to languish and never recover from the trauma.]

didymos, i

[genice]

Victor didn't intend to be close enough to overhear a spoken thought not meant for answering, but as he's taken in the feeling of this city, so unlike the one he'd visited years ago, he's been overhearing all kinds of things. His thoughts had run in similar lines, his heart yearning for a sense of what Krimnos is in this era, at the same time uncertain what it will be like when he finds it, in truth. There's no going home, and what new skin had their city grown, away from the fires of protection which had once kept it so warm? There's no doubt in his mind it's survived, because people do that, cities do that, and yet he can't think too closely on it. Can't let himself long for what he'd lost even before he died. That sense of home.

So he has kept himself moving through the markets, sampling foodstuffs he's heard of, and particularly those he has not. Food is another artform, and the skewers of grilled fish with their two different sauces are delicious and cooling as he listens and observes, allowing himself to be tourist at heart--and mindful of his tucked away coins, with his spell of warning against pickpockets. It was a city, after all, and he knew the sting of that need. Money didn't solve everything, but it filled bellies and might buy protection for a little while.

Makka is an excellent deterrent, her wild looks more compelling than he expected. All the more amusing, because she's only as dangerous as she needs to be, and right now, the need is low.

"Ships are left in harbor when the seas are too treacherous, aren't they?" he asks for the question that wasn't meant for answering, offering his open-faced wrapped sticks of grilled fish to Alucard. "You should really try some of the fish."

Makka, who has enjoyed the fish as much as Victor has, gives the fish a longing look and licks her lips. She's already been fed, but food is enticing, especially good food. Even if most of it is lost to her palate.

Ellie | OTA

[44pistolundermyhead]

[OOC: I liked a format that I saw on the other post, prompts to follow, post wildcard/specific things we discussed here!]

Skywhale

[44pistolundermyhead]

[Ellie gets up early to board the airship, bubbling excitement despite herself. She's using a crude crutch under her right arm, but is moving pretty easily despite the injury.

Throughout the whole flight, Ellie stays on the deck, watching the clouds and landscape below with wide eyes. While she's bundled up, the cold doesn't seem to bother her too much. At different points, she's sitting or standing to get different perspectives of the place. For those who've met her before, this seems almost uncharacteristic of Ellie - it's a completely different person from the somber, suspicious woman they met before. From a distance, she looks excited. Occasionally, she even grins when she sees something particularly interesting. She finally looks nineteen, and like she's having the time of her life.

Seated behind Ellie with its head on its paws is what might be a wolf, dog, or coyote. It looks slightly nervous, ears turned back, but is tolerating the height surprisingly well.

The only thing that would make this better, she thinks, were if Joel--in every way but the obvious, her father--were here to see this.]

shura | ota

[exaomori]

skywhale

The troublesome atmosphere brewing in the City of the Free Peoples is excuses enough to take a trip on the repaired Skywhale. If nothing else, it was a new experience, and honestly, it might have stood out if she never traveled by air before. It's stunning, the view of the world from so far up. And cold. It doesn't take more than a second for Shura to think about how Rin and Yukio would do on a voyage like this.

She doesn't want to think about them. Someone standing close by might notice the way her expression changes, her brow furrowing and her lips pressing together for just the briefest second. This isn't the kind of thing she handles well, so she'll overcompensate with a joke.

"Heheh, I wonder how many bad poems people have made about this view~?"

Lefkokó

a) Shura could care less about Lefkokó, but she'll readily take the chance to play around and drink more than she should. Cards, dice, anything to distract her. Dancing gets her heart rate up and gets her laughing, so she'll be quite happy to drag someone out of the crowd to dance with her. It doesn't matter if said someone might seem less than enthused about the prospect of dancing with her, she'll be tugging at them anyway. "C'mon, c'mon! Don't be shy~"

b) Later, there's the release of the snow ravens. It's a neat sight and all, but what's more fun is teasing some poor raven who spotted her food and decided to see if she'd give in to his croaking demands for a sausage. At first, Shura seemed to give in to his demands, but just as hes about to get his sweet sausage, she yanks it back out of his reach. And then she does it again. The raven is clearly getting annoyed with this game, and he lets out a squawk.

"What a funny face, nyeheh." Was it bad form to tease these guys? Probably, but Shura's tipsy and this is fun.

lefkoko, a

[kingsroads]

Strange is trying to get in the festivities. But honestly, he needs a liiiittle more alcohol that he thinks. He's about halfway through his second drink, looking around, trying to decide what to do next when Shura reaches over, grabs his hand, and starts tugging him towards the dancing area.

"Give me a moment! Let me finish this!" And then, with the ease of someone who's gotten used to knocking back very disgusting beverages, Strange just starts to chug his drink.

He'll happily dance, but he owns like four shirts! He doesn't want to spill booze on this one!

lefkoko, a

[forswore]

If Daud is annoyed by the tugging, he doesn’t show it much. Shura isn’t the first tipsy reveler who’s tugged him into festivities, and she won’t be the last. He lets himself be pulled away from his card game, nodding at his fellow players — he wasn’t playing for anything more substantial than sweet rolls of bread and another cup of wine.

“If you insist.” Just for that ‘shy’ crack, though ... in a smooth motion, he twists in her hold, aiming to tug at her instead and smoothly dip her backward, one hand firmly planted at her back to support her weight.

skywhale

[genice]

Victor glances toward the woman when she speaks, lifting his eyebrows and then looking down again, watching the landscape passing below. At his side, a white wolf is trying to do the same, peering over the railing with her paws tucked up on either side of her face. He quirks a half smile when he speaks.

"I stand on this ship that sails land like the sea, holding tight to a railing to see what might be. Is the sky here as blue as the waters below? All I see are the clouds, and what might be snow. Oh love, were you with me, this sight would be warm. As it is, all alone, cold descends like a storm."

Makka adds in her own rumbling wuu at the end, and Victor reaches over, ruffling the fur on her head with a chuckle. "I'm sure there's a fair share, though I can't fault people for trying to capture something of this feeling."

lefkoko, b

[redwhaling]

"That's a good way to get yourself cursed," is the faintly singsong sort of warning Billie gives from nearby. She ended up hanging out in the same spot to watch the ravens get released, seeing how pretty much all the partying migrated this way to watch the exact same spectacle.

Of course, Billie isn't the only one here with an opinion but the other one is less about curses and more about also wanting a sausage. Not really what a tern should be eating but that doesn't drop her animas from landing next to the raven and making a racket for that same bit of food. Now Shura has two birds scolding her loudly; one raven and one equally obnoxious seabird.

[genice]

ride the skies

He knew he would be on that first voyage if he could manage it, the idea of flight on something so ingenious like an itch he never knew he had. The top deck is cold, and the cold is a familiar fiend, one he bundles up against and finds himself smiling into as the winds catch at his him, tousling his hair.

The small white wolf at his side leaps up to place her paws on the railing, and Victor simply steps up behind her, his hands coming to rest on either side of her paws. "Have you ever seen anything like it, Makka?" he asks, his head lowered to speak by her ear. She hadn't, of course she hadn't, but there's a certain wonder in this that they both share, so acute they even find themselves laughing when the ship rocks in a strong crosswind, Victor bracing them both against the ship's side.

"Wow! Not quite like riding the sea, is it?"

Makka makes a hurrowling sound in her throat, tailtip twitching, ears flicking forward as she shoves her head back over the railing to peer down.

wake me up before you lefkokó

These were the kinds of celebrations he used to perform for, making use of his magic to enthrall and entertain. The energy of the crowd would feed into such performances, the challenge in the emotion he could pull out of them, the surprise he could leave them feeling, for better and for the more heartbroken. Victor's performances hadn't always been about happy things, but Lefkokó, that was. Dance, freedom, madness, cunning, those could be the cause of misfortune, but the day wasn't only focused on such things, as long as one was sensible about the games they played.

He missed the music. New music now, though some songs were familiar themes, a testimony to the strength of tradition across decades. He was always a quick ear, and now he listened and joined in the singing with the lusty crowds that pulled him in, a jovial smile or arm thrown over his shoulders inviting him and Makka to be part of the celebrations as if they all belonged.

i: If he spied someone he recognised from the tavern, he either offered them a mug of hot beverage (maybe the mead or the spiced wine or the apple cider), or he offered them a hand and a wink with a smile that said I know this is as silly as it seems, but maybe we can play along, just for a while.

"Join me for a dance?"

He wasn't any expert, but he was light on his feet, and the point to these folk-like traditions was to let the energy lead, not to fight it into court-like rigid behaviour.

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ii: After the juveniles were released, Victor stood in one smaller square next to a broken fountain, Makka near his feet. Three of the juvenile ravens were across the fountain from him, feasting on crumbled bread he'd strewn around for them. He smiled, brief and nostalgic, before he stepped back and swept into a bow.

One of the ravens watched him, bobbing their head in turn. It was the only recognition he appeared to be looking for, because as he straigthened, he brought his hands up, cupping them together as he formed the magic in his mind.

He hadn't tried this particular magic in years. Wasn't even sure it would come to him as easily as it did before so much of his magic was invested into fighting, but he wanted it to respond like he remembered. Wanted it so badly that Makka whimpered, and Victor lifted his hands, setting free an illusionary raven that could never have fit into their limited space over his head.

As the illusion flew, Victor began to dance, face turned skyward, the sweep of his arms more emphatic than the movement of his legs in his half turns or spins, evocative of flight. Which was entirely the purpose, as the illusion dipped and twirled and joined in acrobatics that corresponded to Victor's movements on the ground: not exact copies, but the source of inspiration that guided.

The watching ravens cried out, hopping around on the ledge of the broken fountain. The one that had bobbed their head beat their wings to catch the air, diving toward the illusion, then banking away. It became a game, a dance between illusion and reality without the dramatics of so many of his shows from his youth. He kept it simple, the dancing flight of a snow crow that matched and complimented and spun away from the acrobatics of the true snow crow, first just one, then after a long moment, all three.

The dance came to an end with the illusion dropping back down to Victor, seeming to merge with him as he dispersed that magic, refracting light off himself and dazzling the whole of the small square and the ravens within it.

They cry out from where they wheel in the air, their playmate now gone, and he held up one arm as an invitation. Only one raven takes it, backwinging as it landed, talons cruel and careful as they grasped Victor's arm. The snow raven regarded Victor with one eye, then scooted up his arm, up to his shoulder, in dangerous reach of their powerful beak.

The snow raven reached out, preening part of Victor's bangs. Then they side-marched back down his arm, and with an expectant air, Victor smiled and closed his eyes. "As you like, snowbird," he said, dipping his arm and then lifting it skyward, helping throw the raven back into the bright midday skies.

The birds all wheeled away, soon gone as if they'd never been there at all.

lefkoko; i guess this technically takes place before their network thread so let’s play it by ear!

[forswore]

As the last wingbeats fade away, the sound is replaced by someone’s slow clapping behind Victor’s back.

“Quite the performance,” the scarred tiefling who’s the source of unasked for applause says, plainly, without inflection or mocking. It’s just a statement of fact, so far as he’s concerned.

“Those birds will remember a send-off like that. They’re clever beasts.”

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

[starwords]

"How could I say no to that?" David reacts to the question with a bright-eyed smile, taking the offered hand if only to help him out of his seat on a nearby bench. He glances briefly to check that Waffles is still sleeping soundly under the table before joining Victor in the more open area, more than happy to let the music and the spirited atmosphere around them move him and distract him.

A vial rests unprotected on the outside of his shirt and flips around as he dances, leaning into his own energetic enthusiasm to keep his feet and body moving with the music. If it looks like he's genuinely having a good time, it's because he is. And he's even not doing too terrible at keeping rhythm though his dancing is more fluid and impulsive than the people around them and a few times people have to move out of the way because David's enthusiasm is greater than the allowed space.

It's going well in David's mind but then Waffles wakes up and realizes he's missing out on the fun. The full-sized golden retriever attempts to join in, dancing over toward David with tiny hops while balanced on his hind legs, his tail swaying back and forth with the music as if keeping rhythm. Not made for standing on two paws, the dog loses balance and catches himself with large paws landing on the nearest person's chest.

that's an awful pun why would you ever

[redwhaling]

One perk of days like this are people are free with their drink and Billie is more than happy to stick around and pick them up wherever she easily can. As such, she already has a mug in hand when Victor approaches. They never spoke before but she hadn't exactly stayed out of sight. She made note of as many confused people with 'familiars' then as possible and she isn't surprised that others did the same.

At least, that's why she assumes Victor walks up to her. Either that or he's just randomly asking women to dance, which is just as much a possibility, considering. The offer earns him an amused snort and a quirked eyebrow. Perched next to her, a seabird — a tern, feathered black and white — makes a sound of her own, although it's tough to know if a cluck is amusement or not.

"You going to cry if I say no?"

ride the skies

[survivra]

"It's not so different from the sea," says a voice downwind from Victor and Makka, "but I've certainly never seen anything like the view. Nor had the chance to touch the sky."

She is pink-cheeked and nowhere near as bundled against the cold as Victor is as she steps back from her precarious position leaning over the ship's railing, half hanging from the side as she's watched the bow slice through the clouds and let wind and moisture whip her face. Human, dark-haired, fair-skinned and freckled—and younger than Victor by a few years, by the looks of the two of them—the strangest things about the girl are her short-cropped hair, the bundle of fur wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and the piercing, mismatched blue and green eyes she's turned in his direction.

"It smells different, too, I suppose." She studies Victor first, then the wolf between his arms. "And I can't jump off to bathe in the sea. But this is the first ship I've ever seen in the air. Maybe it's different on other ones."

David Haller | OTA to anyone in/around Didymos

[starwords]

Day of Lefkokó A.

[Early on in the day, David can be found crunching through the snow west of the city, walking where the shoreline met the more stable earth. The rhythmically soothing sound of the waves was peaceful and left him feeling a certain ease of existence he hadn't known in a long time. A golden retriever races back and forth across rocks mixed with snow not far from him, chasing sandpipers and crabs across the shore and occasionally dancing with the waves, running at the receding waters and then away from them as they advance. He plops down on a large rock, crossing his legs, and tugs the borrowed blanket around his shoulders for warmth, looking out at the bay.]

Day of Lefkokó B.

[ The vibrant, cheerful energy of Didymos in the midst of celebration is infectious for David. He joins in on drinks, food, dancing, anything he stumbles across with enthusiasm, occasionally borrowing an instrument or joining in on a ballad or song once he gets a feel for the words and rhythm of it. The food and drink of the festival catch his attention most, though, and at any given time he isn't without something in hand, sampling a strange sweet or an interesting smelling drink and then cheerfully offering to share with whoever is nearest.

More than anything though, David joins in on the dancing, thrilled at the opportunity to catch the nearest person by the hand and tug them into a fast-paced dance he has only recently learned the steps to and is far more focused on the rhythm than the pre-designed dance moves. He's a good dancer, at least, and unlikely to step on any toes as he offers a genuine smile, the lights reflected in his bright eyes. ]

Think they'll do this again next year? [He's never been to such a celebration, and he hopes to whatever deities are watching that he'll be alive to enjoy it again next season.]

(OOC: David really loves dancing and he's a ridiculous goofball. He is probably smiling at everyone with what looks a lot like a lovestruck look.)

Day of Lefkokó C.

[David had fully intended to catch the airship back to the other city, but the trip to Didymos the day before had left his sky legs more than a little wobbly. He had loved and thrilled in the flight but the experience was so new and the air up there so much thinner that he had left the airship feeling woozy and unsteady, the world feeling as if it was still swaying beneath him.

By evening he realizes he let himself get too caught up and the airship has already left for the day, which presents him with a problem. He didn't have any gold, and the inn he had been staying at is nowhere near Didymos. The previous night he had spent listening to stories in one of the taverns and now he searches for a different one to repeat a sleepless night, looking a little more worse for wear and rumpled in his same clothes, his hair sticking up at ends and a cheerful golden retriever following on his heels, his brush tail swaying confidently in the air.

David rubs his numb hands together as the ocean breeze hits them winding through the streets and blows on them for warmth, looking over the signs as they pass them.]

Okay Waffles, looks like we're staying the night. Smell anything good?

For Davina

[starwords]

[Continued from here]

[He smiles, eyes glancing over to look at her before focusing back to their hands. His fingers catch the underside of her wrist gently as he leans over to follow her line of sight, adjusting her hand just slightly.]

Those two stars above and to the right of it, too. That's her head and neck.

[He let's go after, recalling that a few people have already tried to correct his lack of physical boundaries so far, and straightening lest Blaise decide to take a piece out of his ear.]

I've spent a lot of nights staring up at those stars. [His voice is a little softer now, quieter with a hint of solemnity.] And there they are.

[He glances back over to her with a small but warm smile.]

I don't know about you, but right now that's one of the most reassuring things out there. In spite of everything else, the stars are up there. They're still exactly where they're supposed to be like they always have been and will be, long before we were born and long after we're gone.

kylo ren | ota - anyone in or around didymos

[warfares]

THE SKYWHALE.

( He thinks of his father as he boards the airship. Han Solo had lived for adventure, the thrill of the unknown, and would have been delighted in the prospect of traveling anywhere by air.

Nestled atop his shoulder, Tira chitters nervously; her outward nervousness mirrors his own apprehension. He digs his thumbnail into a tangerine he'd bought before boarding, peeling away the skin and offers the little tamarin a segment of the fruit in an attempt to calm her. )

I'm sure it'll be fine, ( the assurance as much for her sake as for his own.

Once the ship is in the air, he'll pace the deck, peering over the side occasionally to take in the sights. The Reef, in particular, holds his interest for a long time; he knew a little of Logistykon, the youngest of the three brothers, who favored intelligence and reason over might or passion, who had broken from tradition in his choice of ruler, and who now guarded the city from his watery grave. )


DAY OF LEFKOKÓ.

( Thalassa is no longer Thalassa, it seems. While the cheerful opulence of the city remains largely undiminished, there are signs of the damage wrought and then carefully repaired; the Knights of the City the most obvious reflection of these changes, shedding their practical armor for something decidedly more visible.

He rents a room at the Tree Inn, intending to explore the city more thoroughly over the course of the next few days; if he is to find answers, the Overlook Quarter seems as sure a start as any. Failing that, there's always the Underpass.

He hadn't considered the date, however; he'd been too young to truly appreciate the raucousness of Lefkokó's Day or too caught up in his studies to pay the festivities much mind as he grew older. The Ocean Quarter and Mid-City Hall are alive with music and color; the air heavy with the scents of cooking meat and baking pastries.

Find him:

a. taking part in a high-stakes game of chance in a local tavern,
b. being lured into a dance,
c. sampling some of the food, occasionally passing a candied nut or sweet off to the little golden tamarin that never seems to leave his shoulder. )


WILDCARD.

( feel free to hit me up via pm or at resurrectionist if you'd like to do something not covered above. )

lefkokó - b

[forcevisions]

[ When she sees him in the ocean quarter, he's been dragged out to dance with someone she doesn't recognize. Certainly not someone who knows what they are or where they come from. There's a comfort in that anonymity. There's still plenty that they need to grapple with to be here.

Rey has certainly taken advantage of it in exploring Didymos, relieved to finally have the chance to see the city she'd long dreamed of. It's been amazing. And so has the food. She's got pastries in her mouth when Kylo Ren finally frees himself from the company of the girl who'd gotten him out onto the floor, and Rey's visibly laughing at him through the food in her mouth. ]

You seem to be doing alright, getting your feed under you.