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Sorting out a Holy Mess Part III (semi-closed: PM to join)
#463302 - Tue Mar 09 2004 07:07 PM
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[Note]: as I subscribe to the "do not try to repair what isn't broken" school of thought, I will enclose information those who are already participating in the thread have already (or should already have) read in a separate section in this post. New information will appear below that section in order to preserve the linearity of this post for new readers and those who will eventually be perusing MZDM's archives.
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Welcome to part three of Getting into and Sorting out a Holy Mess’, the thread dedicated to the restoration of an old shrine for use as a gathering area and home thread to many. This thread is ‘closed’, meaning prior authorization must be obtained from myself or Yaba Baga before posting here.
Part one of the thread, highly recommended reading for anyone who is just joining us, can be visited here.
Part two of the thread, which contains the continuing efforts of the newly-formed group of avatars to prepare the shrine grounds for restoration, is also recommended reading. Just follow the link provided here.
[General Summary]: for reasons unknown to most of the participants, some avatars have felt strangely drawn to this remote wilderness area on the side of a mountain wherein the ruins of an ancient and long-deserted shrine are discovered. Lady Marianne, first kitsune of The Dream, now leads the small group’s effort to commence rebuilding the shrine both as a holy site and as the foundation for the small village where avatars of all types will be free to settle and gather.
[General Goals]: to establish an Oriental-themed gathering and RP area open to all. Tech levels will be kept to roughly medieval/renaissance levels as befits the theme (technical knowledge is not a problem).
[Layout]: the following is a map of what the old shrine probably looked like. At this point it is in ruins but that’s the fun of it: rather than spontaneously having things appear, avatars will rebuild it not with magic but with good old-fashioned elbow grease.
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01. Torii: Gate consisting of two pillars topped with a pair of horizontal crossbeams
02. Komainu: Guardian statues
03. aachikyou: Arched bridge
04. Temizuya: Wash station to purify one's hands and mouth
05. Shintaku: This is where the fortune teller's kiosk is. 'Omikuji' (written fortune) and lucky charms may be bought.
06. Haiden: Hall of worship, place of offering.
07. Honden: (Entry restricted to Shrine Priests, etc.) Where the sacred objects are kept.
08. Kaguraden:Hall of sacred dance and music (and reception area for official functions)
09. Karesansui: Rock garden with raked gravel designs sometimes referred to as a 'zen garden.'
10. Suisha: a water wheel
Note: shin'en or 'shrine gardens' will be spread throughout the grounds and were thus not marked on the map.
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This is by no means a complete list. Suggestions will also be welcome during the RP for adding even more to the project.
Currently the shrine map has been divided into sections and an ‘Area GM’ has been appointed for each part so that the exploration of the grounds can be conducted efficiently (this many avatars all waiting for one GM to tell each what they discover would really bottleneck the project). At present this is a temporary arrangement. Here is the list:
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[Areas 1-3]: Torii (gates), Komainu (guardian statues), Aachikyou (arched bridge #1)
[Area GM]: Benor
[Avatars]: Beshrom, Litty, Kasumi
[Areas 4-5]: Temizuya (wash station), Shintaku (kiosk), Aachikyou (arched bridge #2)
[Area GM]: Maven Longbridge
[Avatars]: Angus
[Areas 6-7]: Haiden (offering place), Honden (hall of sacred objects)
[Area GM]: Starchaser
[Avatars]: (Lhyvohn), Nimilia & Modaran
[Areas 8-9]: Kaguraden (reception hall), Karesansui (zen garden)
[Area GM]: Snarf Sauk
[Avatars]: the Faustus family, Krinele
[Additional Help]: Marianne, Rhiann
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[Recap]: having settled in for their second night together in the encampment, the group's luck took a turn for the worst when they were hit first by a storm, then attacked by strange giant crow-like beings who could breathe fire. While several in the group sustained minor to moderate injuries from fighting the evil incarnations (do note participation in combat, which is expected to be infrequent, is purely optional) no avatars were killed.
Following the fight those involved tended to their injuries though the excitement was far from over: an appearance by a psionic wolf led part of the group on a chase through the surrounding forest only he appears not to be involved with the evil entities who attacked earlier. Thus the group returned to camp and, this time under the watchful eye of a couple avatars on sentry duty, tried to get what rest they could before morning ...
Note: The next post will 'set the scene' if you will. Posts in the old thread (Part II) to neatly finish up your avatar's actions will be permitted until approximately tomorrow night.
Lady Marianne
GM of 'a Holy Mess'
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The great Oscar Wilde once described the classic English Fox Hunt as being "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the inedible."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lady Marianne, A kind soul with a good heart, invite her inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ - Milpreve
I will be at Anthrocon. Will you?
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Dawn breaks after what may to some of those in camp have been all too brief a period of quiet slumber, while to others the sun's arrival heralds the end of a long and sleepless night spent watching over the encampment or simply being unable to sleep.
Having herself spent a rather restless night in a most unpleasant state of sleepless fatigue, the svelte silver kitsune is seated by the fire with teacup in paw and several closely guarded thoughts weighing heavily upon her mind. The latter she keeps carefully hidden for the moment while she converses quietly with Krinele (DreamSpinners apparently need no sleep).
"We will have to replenish our first aid supplies as well," the comely kitsune remarks to the five-tailed fox immediately opposite by her while she refills the teapot from the cast iron kettle that is suspended over the fire. "It would be helpful for us to have someone in charge of tending to anyone who is hurt - two at least, one each for 'mundane' medicine and fir arcane healing..."
Much as her mind continues to be largely occupied with worry, the elder kitsune has through keeping conversation going between herself and Krinele managed to stay sufficiently alert to be of use on 'picket duty' until the sun risesand most of the camp's inhabitants begin to wake ...
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The great Oscar Wilde once described the classic English Fox Hunt as being "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the inedible."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mariko speaks, and Power flows through gifted words Gentle as the wind. Angel in kitsune form; Silver tails sway gracefully.
- Tanka by Pastangum ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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The next day the Faustuses wake up, all four at around the same time, closer to noon hour, and quite some time from daybreak. While Celine and Gunnar begin discussion over what to have for breakfast, the conversation switching rapidly between eggs with sausages, and pancakes, Ralma is sent downhill to check if her brother had a good night's work.
What she DOES find however isn't what she expects. She reaches the quarry only to find that it is hollowed out in a few segments and the treeline had been severely shaved back overnight. A pathway led off towards the nearest plot of nearly flat land, up into the woods away from the quarry. Here, she saw what Magnus had done. The entire area had been cleared away, stumps had been removed and tossed in a huge pile off to the left. And most importantly was the construction which Magnus had thought would take him three days. The entire perimeter of the building was fully enclosed by a brick wall, with a manner of plaster set over it to make the entire outer wall appear white. The doors for this perimeter wall wasn't set up yet, but to the side she saw a pair of large wooden doors on the ground just inside that looked nearly ready to be put up. Within the main building was all but completed. A number of walkways were in the process of being built, and the roof needed to be constructed over one fourth of the second floor. She blinked, had Magnus worked all night on this? Again the answer was obvious, several lanterns were set out across the housing area, still burning, but only dimly since they had been left on all night long.
She made her way up the steps at the front of the building and slid the door open. Supposedly it looked like a Japanese style sliding door, but judging by the interior view it was slightly different. Crisscrossing steel wires added structure to normally fragile door. And if anybody tried to barge through it they'd end up in messy cubes as their bodies tried to squeeze between the wires beyond the paper-esque surface. Blinking slightly, she continued inside, searching the rooms, which were all designed similarly, but the few segments that weren't complete revealed that Magnus had put reinforcing steel beams instead of wood beams throughout the entire structure.
Soon enough however, Ralma found Magnus, sitting at a low table lying face down against its quick-polished surface with a mug filled with a purple tinted liquid in it. Ralma smirked, Magnus had been guzzling the Dra'zinian equivalent of coffee all night long and it had caused him to go completely hyper on the construction. It was true, Magnus really did approach his fields of expertise with a little too much zeal. Poking her brother, she attempted to wake him up.
What she got in return was a mumbling about not wanting to go to school and five more minutes. Ralma chuckled, Magnus was probably going to wake up a day later if nobody tried getting him up. But Ralma knew one thing that could ALWAYS get Magnus up, something she learned as a child when she wanted Magnus up at any time during the day or night. She hauled him up off the table, chuckling slightly.
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This action is proceded by a loud, surprised shriek which echos up the hill, sending birds and animals scattering. What had Ralma done to make Magnus scream like a terrified schoolgirl?
The answer? A lick to the neck. No matter when, Magnus could be woken up by a lick to the neck, or a wet cloth in the case that there was a lack of a creature willing to lick the Dra'zinian male's neck. But nobody could illicit the same shrieking response as Ralma could, and at that slight quick lick Magnus went off like a barrel of fireworks and leapt away, striking his head against the ceiling and upturning the table as a result. He struck the reinforced beams that were made to look like a regular wooden rafter structure with a clang, then dropped to the ground. His drink also went flying, but a quick save by Ralma prevented him from loosing any more than a few drops of the drink. Magnus' eyes were bloodshot, and practically bulging out of his head as he gasped for breath.
"Don't DO that! I still have nightmares of the last time!!" Magnus exclaims, his heart thumping like a jackrabbit's foot.
"Couldn't wake you up any other way.." Ralma chuckled, giving her foster brother a knuckle-rub on his scalp which for his height, weight and age difference from Ralma, he couldn't break away from, "You work like a thousand ants on caffeine you know that Magnus? But you're probably gonna kill yourself if you don't get a good night's sleep once in a while."
Magnus blinked wearily.
"I know I know.." He repeated before running into mumbles. He was still dead tired.
"Well, come up to the temple and have breakfast, then I'll get Mom and Dad to come up and help us finish the things you left unfinished here." Ralma said, gesturing to the door.
She began leading Magnus out, but before he even got five steps away from the door he collapsed face down in the dirt and resumed snoring. Ralma shaked her head, and grabbed a large sheet of canvas cloth that Magnus had used store materials before he added them to the house. There still were a few faux wooden beams, each weighing a few hundred pounds a piece. Things which Magnus needed a series of pullies and gears to move to the correct places. But all it took for Ralma was a few quick shoves with her foot and the several remaining beams were laid out on the grass and she was free to use the cloth. Giving Magnus a quick poke in the abdomen she forced him to roll onto the cloth, whereupon Ralma grabbed the edge and rolled him up in it. Shouldering Magnus, Ralma began walking back to the temple with her brother rolled up tight in the carpetlike roll over her shoulder.
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Ralma returns to the campsite, where Gunnar and Celine are still discussing the merits of an all meat breakfast, over something sugary for a boost of quick energy like pancakes with syrup. The catgirl's lips tugged at a smile, as she walked past the fire, nonchalantly dropping Magnus to the side of the fire, where, no surprise, he continued to snore loudly, then continued on over to her mother and father to put her own two cents in on what she wanted for breakfast.
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Ah yes, a new morning, the sun greets the birds sing and Small Sauk morphs catapult themself backwards through the air...( *blink* Wait What !?! )
(( Coulnd´t resist ^^ ))
Modaran who fell asleep while he try´d watching after Nimilia now had a rather suprising awakening, finding himself cuddled at her arm as he opend his eyes he only had one though, to get away.. he still had in mind what his body try´d to do earlyer while Nimilia was unconscious and trying to evade that to happen again he catapults himself once more with his TK and was now heading backwards right into a mudpuddle that build during the last storm.
With a noisy "Splurt" and an suprised Yelp Modaran lands into it, and after a moment of realising what just happend he sits up and blinks speechless into the viccinity(sp?).
Speechless was Nimilia also as she just now peered out of her tend with sleepy eyes,.. and.. upon spotting Modaran in his current situation she couldn´t else but fall into a hearthy laughter that didn´t realy leave any breath for a single word.
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Thanks all for such a Great Honor ^_^
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Starchaser remained awake for the remainder of the night, making hot food and drink for any who needed it, and keeping an eye on the camp. If asked why he does not return to sleep, his answer is simple.
While I was in that 'healing trance' I got the equivilent of a weeks solid sleep. I am quite well rested, and will not require sleep until the next nightfall.
In the morning, when Lady Marianne comments on first aid and the like, he speaks up.
I have some degree of skill in basic first aid. Rhiann is a skilled empathic healer, and I may be able to learn to duplicate her ability to heal others myself. I think between us we can tend to the medical needs of the group.
He looks at the ruined large tent. For the most part, the stacked supplies within it have only gotten wet. Much of the canvas burned away, but fell to the side as the structure of the tent collapsed, once robbed of the tension support of the canvas.
I think I can salvage most of the supplies from the big tent, and likely all the metal parts, and a large part of the poles and frame pieces. Ropes can be replaced, and so can the canvas. That can wait, however. We should investigate the hole those creatures came from last night, now that we have daylight on our side.
And we should talk to that Tanuki who showed up, as well. There's something about her...
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 Communication key: # Hashmarks # represent telepathic 'broadcast' sendings ## Double Hashmarks ## represent telepathic 'private' sendings Italics represent private thoughts Bold colored represent 'Godspeech', using TK to create an audible voice "Quotes" represent vocalizations, though the Sauk cannot speak intelligibly in this manner.
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...And as the camp's inhabitants are begining to wake, Krinele nods to them, "I'd agree that each would be helpful, but I'm sure that the healers can sort out who needs to tend to which sick and injured as well as where to get first aid supplies. You, on the other hand, need sleep. If need be, I can fill out a 'requesition' via my god from the Order's stores for supplies, and same would be delivered within the day, but given that our current transportation is limited to a dual-rotor aerial crane, I'd say that the likely means of delivery might not be appropriate for the immediate locale."
She eyes Marianne sternly over the lip of her teacup, "Anyhow... I may not need sleep, but I do need periods of calm to rest. Might I suggest that we discharge our picket duties to the day shift, as it were?"
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((Gyeh... thanks... @.@))
Priestess of The Order of DatBan, High Herald of the Holder of The Pointy Stick.
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All too brief for sleep, but Snarf needed something else. He settled in a spot that would catch the morning sun, and really never did get comfortable with the lingering soreness in all of his muscles.
The first rays of dawn changed that. Anyone watching his aura while he slept would notice that he had shielded himself against anything - psychic help or harm could not come to him until now.
As the ruddy light strike his feathers and body, his aura slowly opens to the sun, and brightens as fast as the dawn. The brightness soaks into his body, turning his flesh into a mystic fire, and the healing begins in earnest.
By the time the sun clear the horizon, Snarf appears to be sleeping normally.
His posture doesn't show a hint of discomfort as he reluctantly wakes...
"Mmrrf?"
--S
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The sun rises to the east, illuminating the forested slope that Maven finds himself on. Nursing his sprained leg, he pauses in his climb to rest. He heard some noise and shouts from further up the mountain, so he knew he was close. He decided to take some time and not hurry back; he had lost his clothing when he changed and he was quite self-conscious about it.
Finding a spot underneath a large leafy tree, he sat down and watched the sun rise into the sky. He liked to sometimes stop what he was doing and watch the world pass before his eyes, watching the sun was one of his favorite things. With purposeful majesty, the glowing orb began its inexorable march across the skies. He spent almost an hour in solitude just watching the sun and listening to the awakening birds and animals.
Releasing a deep sigh, he once again turned around and continued his slow climb up the mountain.
-------------------- Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. -Ambrose Redmoon
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Throughout the night, a bright silvery glow had challenged the fire for brilliance, and only with the rising of the sun did it finally meet its match. Like the fire though, it remained quite visible in the crimson radiance flooding across the shrine's grounds, and highlighted the slumbering form of the procyonoid mystery guest. Having silently accepted Lady Marianne's offer to stay the night, the Tanuki had followed the fetching female fox back to camp remaining quitely by her side for the first hour or so. Eventually, her emotional turmoil got the better of her dragging her down into sleep, and she spent the rest of the night curled up by the fire.
For the moment, she remains this way, sleeping deeply through the quiet murmurings close by and not so quiet shriek from Magnus.
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It now was a while that the last nights "adventure" and the finall arrivel into the camp that he had been watching, bur now Melvo was right in the middle of it, restig still in his Wolfshape on a dry spot between some of the tends, and while he seemed to be sleeping for the bigger part since his arrivel he now was awake and peering somewhat suprised around, still seated on his spot as his ears where searching for the source the laughter was coming from that woke him up as.. it certainly was the last thing he´d be betting on to hear as early after the last nights fights and chases.
Figuring the source to be the tend to his right he gets up and does the few steps he needs to get a look at the laughters source and soon was to face Nimilia, looking at he till he would have her attention and then looking at the ground befor her just as obviouse that she would be able to notice it, and, once she would look down there would be another white rose growing just in the manner it earlyer happend to Marianne, tho that Melvo this time leaves towards the Camps fireplace without a single word towards Nimilia.
Reaching the fireplace he merely lays down and closes his eyes again once his head rests on hi feet, his ears tho where activly twitching between the chat that happend here.
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[GM Information]:
The Faustus family's PG has penned an excellent post: I mention this because we are currently at approximately 6:30am (daybreak) and the Faustuses' actions are to take place at roughly noonish therefore it will be a little before I can reply to it ICly. As to my own IC interaction I should be able to postlater this afternoon.
If all goes as intended we should hit noonish at about the second page of the thread, my intent being to move things on a touch more quickly than before. You needn't hasten your avatars' actions however as I will post 'time elapse' in my messages thus gently hinting we should move along timewise.
There will also be some new arrivals to the thread during the course of Part III. This is where our system of Thread GMs will come into its own, as our 'grand experiment' includes working with the interactions within a large group by having a few co-GMs in charge of smaller sections thereof. This is to help ensure we enjoy the benefits of building a community without losing the personal touch of working with someone to make the thread and your participation therein more fun.Nothing less novel is expected of the thread that largely pioneered the idea of ICly building a venue rather than having it spontaneously come into existence at the GM's behest 
We also understand that as a thread with many participants this one will be somewhat active. Do not feel put off by this! Where feasible and under the supervision of the Thread GMs someone who has missed out on some posting can simply catch up with a post detailing what their avatar has been up to all along.
A word for the new arrivals: I will work with you to help time your arrival to best effect. So far this has proven very beneficial to both the avatar in question and to the thread's plot - one need look no further than the recent arrivals in the latter half of Part II to note the effectiveness of this technique.
Happy role-playing and thanks to everyone who is contributing to making this thread an excellent example of what a shared community in SETTLE can be when we work together.
Lady Marianne Thread GM
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The great Oscar Wilde once described the classic English Fox Hunt as being "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the inedible."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lady Marianne, A kind soul with a good heart, invite her inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ - Milpreve
I will be at Anthrocon. Will you?
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(Sorry, but Benor's not going to be in this thread for some time. The first time that I lagged with him, it was completely my fault. But more and more, I find myself waiting on others to post...and everyone I'm not waiting on shoots ahead, so I have to describe what he was doing for all of that time while forcing him to be inactive as well. It's rather frustrating, and I'm not willing to stay in with him if I don't enjoy it. On the other hand, I don't want to leave entirely, and I'm going to talk with the people I wait on before I say he's gone completely. Depending on what's decided, he may be back after only a short time.)
-------------------- I'm alive. The rest is just detail.
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OOC: Clarification as to the exact meaning of "Towards Noon hour" means any point beyond the halfpoint of the rising of the sun between 6:30 and 12:00.. So any point beyond 9:30 would work just fine as to when they get up.. They're not early wakers which is expectable considering the amount of effort made the previous day.
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Nimilia soon hold her laughter when she feld the look at herself, responding with a silent and kind of asking look in her eyes as she looked at the black wolf from her on her belly laying possition, she was just going to ask what would be as intresting that hed be staring like that, but then he stared at something else and as Nimilia followed his gaze to see the rose growing as quick her eyes widen, carefully pulling her head some more back into the tend while she keepd her eyes on it, watching it grow till its resting in silence and then carfull and with caution she poked her nose forwqard to smell at it.
Modaran who had a rather odd morning for his own taste was getting up and out of his unplanned mudbath and uses his morphing to get rid of the dirt that covered him, then slowly and obviousely still tired he walks over to the littel gathering to sit down there. " Might i have a Tea ? "
Nimilia was by now feeling save anoth to try and give the rose a snug to see if it was going to move again at all. ((pounce ? ^_^ ))
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Krinele smiles and politely pours Modaran a cup of tea, "Here you go dear, I hope you slept well the rest of the night, although you seem to have had a rather startling waking."
Krinele's look takes on one of contemplation, as she has through the rest of the night pondered if not being proactive in her wards had any bearing on last night's events.
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[ Kimiko had always had a passion for orginals, esspecially for orginal blades when it came to swords. In the last month she had been having vuage dreams, a flash of a silver fured Kitsune, a village, and what had at first appeard to be a broken mirror. roughly two weeks prior to today she had found a sword tip, an orginal folded katana blade, apparently by a master of the art. This is when the dreams shifted, the mirror shards were no longer a mirror but a shattered sword. It was her passion for succh blades and the dreams that had lead her to trapse all over the dream, pulled by an unseen force to location afetr location, to collect the shards of what she was no sure was an ancient weapon. This jurney had lead her atlast to these woods, the blade it self, still in pecies, wraped carefully and placed in her back pack only the tang, hilt, and tesubo missin now. The pull had gotten stronger and stronger as she collected more and more of the blade and she was sure now that this would be the last pecie. Once she had it she could set about reforging the blade in the old way, she had faster ways of repairing it but they didnt feel right to use in this case, no this had to be done the old way....the right way. ]
[ For one that like so many sports Kimiko s anything but learned about the woods, the amount of noise she is making as she is making is easily noticable, but then she dosnt seem worried about that either. ]
I hate thorns, and I hate brambles.
[ She is slowly heading towords the Village, drawn by the last part of the blade, however she seems to have picked the hardest way up to it. ]
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[GM]: I will now advance time to approximately nine thirty owing to my desire to involve all avatars equally in interaction – not that we were doing anything overly important at daybreak save for being generally sleepy with a couple notable exceptions. PGs may either consider their avatar’s current actions as ongoing regardless or they may add further declared actions (as I am doing here).
Inclining her head slowly in Starchaser’s direction, the comely kitsune softly murrs “You are as usual quite correct, Monsieur Starchaser. If there are no objections you and she shall both be considered our current healers and those to whom any injured should be brought. I wager your portals would be our last best hope for anyone whose needs surpass our ability to look after here.”
Having decided to take Krinele’s advice especially following such a sleepless night as she has had, Lady Marianne curls up by the fire with all nine of her voluminous tails serving aptly as an improvised blanket beneath which she may slumber awhile. Dead to the world for the next hour or two, the elder kitsune sleeps soundly in spite of the inevitable movement of avatars around the campfire and the muted conversations which ensue.
The svelte silver kitsune also accepts a cup of tea upon awakening, one ear perked briefly in the direction of the distant and barely audible (at this distance) shriek, the fact such a sound must have been extremely, indeed almost unearthly loud at its point of origin. Though initially tensed following such a shriek, the ladyfox eventually unwinds a few moments later owing more to fatigue than anything else and, once satisfied it heralds not the arrival of another threat, sets about stoking the fire and stirring the large cast iron pot of soup which always remains by the fire at all hours – a time-honoured tradition for any encampment wherein folk may be up and about at any hour.
“Ah, that must be the Faustus family,” the silver kitsune comments, her sensitive ears having picked up snatches of conversation from the approaching avatars – and likely as not a few remarks related to the earth-shattering shriek from earlier. “Please see to it something is put on the fire for them,” she asks of Nimilia, having likely not had the proper vantage point to take note of Melvo’s “white rose” trick. “I don’t doubt our newest guest is feeling hungry,” the comely kitsune chirrs before indicating the two economy-sized Sauk nearby and adding “Nor have I the slightest shred of doubt some of our old campmates are feeling hungry. Feel free to ask for a helping paw, Nimi-chan.”
Choosing not to disturb Tatiana or any of the others who may yet be asleep, the ladyfox ducks into a tent for a few moments, emerging with a towel draped over one shoulder and a small bag tucked under one arm. “I’m off to the waterfall,” she explains to Krinele, Starchaser, Snarf, and anyone else within earshot of a voice muted to avoid disturbing any nearby sleepers. “Perhaps a bath will help clear the remaining cobwebs from my eyes: we’ve much to do this day and I can ill afford to feel sleepy throughout. It goes without saying I’d rather not be disturbed unless there’s an emergency.”
With that the svelte silver kitsune departs, heading towards and passing the place where a water wheel once was before the passing of time rotted it an most of the other wooden objects in the shrine away. Figuring privacy would best be afforded were she in a less accessible spot unlikely to be stumbled across by accident, the argent vulpine climbs for a bit until she reaches the larger of the two waterfalls …
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The great Oscar Wilde once described the classic English Fox Hunt as being "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the inedible."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ French-speaking female, This fox is a friend you need, a cheery vixen. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ - Milpreve
I will be at Anthrocon. Will you?
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Snarf wakes up, stands, stretches, and groans with many of his movements. Ow... come on muscles, heal up...
He moves to an open spot, and opens his arms and wings wide to the sun's light. A distinct glow gathers around him, burning with the brightness of a tropical sun at noon. This display lasts for all of five minutes as he draws the sun's power to heal himself.
After he recovers and deals with the usual morning business, he looks for some breakfast - following his nose to find whoever's cooked something up.
"Morning, gang..."
--S
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OOC: Time to do a little time-hopping... One Magnus at 6:00 AM post coming up. ^^;;; And the last bit is GM approved for Kimiko. =3
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Midnight:
Work, work, work. Magnus was quite literally enthralled the project. And whenever something got Magnus going, he had difficulty sleeping until he had worked himself to exhaustion at said project, so with only the dim moonlight to keep him company, he set out to finish as much of the residence in one night as he could. His earlier work at clearing away the forest around the area he had planned to build in. He had cleared it using a mix of sword slices, and magical ordinance, blasting trees off their roots explosively. Once the area had been cleared, he began setting up his equipment. A small ore refining unit and dozens of small components for the heating element of a smelter along with a number of long burning oil lamps. But what was most impressive were the little drone devices that would save him time and energy to collect the ores from the quarry below. Little conical devices, about a foot tall, with spider like legs and a large drill component. They collected viable ore with a expanding satchel which would make the little creature twice its normal size before it scurried back to its base point for recharge and emptying. Setting several down, conveniently equipped with it's own holding tank for recharging purposes, Magnus linked the little containers together and then set up the master resource container. Built just like his tent, it resembled a spider, except it contained an extremely large elastic sac which would expand with the pressure of powdered ores being emptied into it.
The connection between these two sets of devices was a tube setup with five small tubes on one end which connected to the container through one larger tube which allowed the powder to collect. They were all internally charged with a battery pack linked to a small dragon heart fragment. Which made them autonomous unless they were somehow interrupted or damaged. With a click of the master control unit the little robots switched on, chirping and scurrying out of their tanks on their insectoid legs. Clicking another button on the control they were set to gather two components, zinc, and iron. Both of which, were visible in the quarry from the surface stones. Magnus surmised that somewhere on this mountain, probably below this quarry there was a good amount of raw resources, and maybe some more valuable ones. With a confirming chirp the five little robot miners scurried off, chirping and scanning their surroundings for easily accessible veins of iron or zinc. The way they were chirping along with one another, one could imagine them as the seven dwarves, although there were only five of them, and they weren't even as tall as a dwarf either.
Now the next thing on his checklist was to make bricks. That required mud and reeds. The little robots would be able to handle the collection of ores until he got back, leaving him to collecting the materials to make the most crude adobe bricks. Picking up the heating element for the forge, he quickly put the pieces together, clicking components and screwing bolts in. The device would produce enough heat to evaporate water out of said bricks. This was probably the easiest part of the whole construction process, as Magnus slide a mould in over the heating element, for twelve bricks. Next he would need transport for these bricks he was going to create. Once again he fished inside his backpack, pulling out a folded up device, and with a number of pulls on the wings it extended into what looked like a cart, except it had no wheels. But that didn't seem to matter, because the moment the device was unfolded, it lifted into the air, and hovered directly into Magnus' kneecaps. He had forgot that since the Outpost construction a little while ago, he had the hovercart set to automatic follow.
A few changes to the control console and the device extended a set of handles from what had to be its front. Loading on what was necessary for this endeavor, Magnus dragged along the forge element with him and the casting mould....
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1:30 AM
After finding a deep, mud-filled swamp with plentiful reeds, Magnus had set up a rather efficient processing line. The hovercart, now set to autopilot flew back and forth from the construction zone to Magnus, loading and unloading bricks. Over a tonne per run and dropping them in piles in one corner of the construction zone. The last run had to also contain Magnus, and he could feel the cart's energy source strain to keep them aloft. It crawled up the mountain, grazing treetops and eventually emerging over the quarry and proceeding once more into the construction site. Now came the real test of endurance.
After dumping the last load of bricks into the now massive pile, Magnus went back to his pack, pulling out several large vats of brick mortar, and a slightly larger mechanical robot with an enlarged arm. Setting these things down, Magnus went about marking the range of the residence he had in head with a number of nearby branches planted into the ground. and marked with a low piece of string. Next he sliced away all the undergrowth, making a small trench where he would place his foundation bricks. He then dragged a vat over and a trowel and switched his robotic assistant on. It locked onto the brick pile, walked closer, picked up a piece of brick and waited. Magnus then placed what appeared to be a rawhide leather glove over his hand, and opened it wide in plain view of the robot. In a second a brick was thrown across the distance, landing squarely in Magnus's grip as he placed it into the ditch. He then raised the hand again, and another brick was launched. Repeating this process over and over again, the brick's foundation was laid, the only difference by the next layer being that Magnus began slapping on mortar between the bricks. Within half an hour the wall was up, and now Magnus was precariously perched, atop his wall placing the final stone. What he wasn't expecting however was a small bird to wake up and see the shiny robot and decide to investigate. Flying down next to the brick tossing robot it began pecking at its body, until it eventually decided to peck at a red button on the manual control panel of its back.
"Okay.. That's it.. Now the next thing on the list is plaster coating the wall and.." Magnus mumbles looking up at his robotic assistant once more as it swivels, hefts a brick and takes aim at Magnus. The bird, terrified by the sudden movement takes off, and attempts to make an escape into the trees, but is cut short as the robot picks up on the movement, swivels and launches a brick at at it. A flutter of feathers and the bird struck the ground, and the brick struck a stump some distance away and shattered.
"What the he-" Magnus says, stepping carefully towards the robot, at least until it turned to him, hefted a brick and let it fly, "AAH!"
Magnus hit the ground as fast as he could, avoiding the brick by mere centimeters. as it flew overhead and struck the ground before skidding into the wall. This robot had apparently gone homicidal, which meant either Magnus would have to somehow switch it off or he'd have to destroy it. A new volley of bricks were launched at him, as Magnus rolled aside, as the adobe bricks hit the ground and shattered.
"Okay, no way to get close.. I'll have to shoot it." Magnus growls, charging his magical energies in his hand as he prepared to get up and let the robot have it.
He stood up and swung his head forward, but was far too slow, as the next brick struck him in the stomach, making the magic fizzle and dropping Magnus to the ground in a spasm of pain. Then came the worst part, as the robot took the remaining supply of bricks and launched them at Magnus, pummelling him with a rain of cheap masonry, burying him underneath them in less than twenty seconds. But then the little robot ran out of ammunition, and it began continuing the motion of brick throwing over and over without anything to throw.
"Ran out of bricks huh?" Magnus mutters as he pushes some of the bricks off him so he can see his little menace, "Well too bad.."
A quick Beta Crashing Blast blew the robotic tormentor to bits, as Magnus pulled himself out of the pile of bricks, wincing as dozens of places on his back screamed for mercy.
"No time to waste, must keep working.." He groaned, shrugging off the pain and looking to the building materials once more.
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3:00 AM
The pain was subsiding, albeit slowly, and now the building of the main structures was commencing at expectable rates. He had to rig a kind of gear and crane system to move the large beams about, that and use the hover-cart to assist to move the large steel beams so they could be welded together. Magnus knew his family, and the way they lived they'd need a house that was built like a bunker to withstand the rough and tumble lifestyle that they had become accustomed to.
Welder in hand, Magnus set to work. The house coming together quickly as beam after beam was fused into place, and the design in his head told him what went where and what came next. The heating unit was now melting down the zinc and iron to make steel, and the storage unit was providing controlled amounts of both to produce the girders. Soon he'd have to put the aesthetic touches on to make the metal house look like a home.
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6:00 AM
One of the problems with working with small pieces of wood was that it was slow, and with the lack of energy to run on which Magnus was experiencing the task required a great deal of willpower. He had already downed three glasses of spiced heartwine to get himself woken up, and by now his body was reaching its absolute limit, as he hid the metallic innards of the house with a layer of hardwood, plaster and cleverly made casings to put the gaudy silver beams out of sight.
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As Kimiko makes her way up the mountain she will eventually stumble across the quarry. It's flat landscape, with bare rocks singling it out. At first glance it appears to be nothing of note. That is until a cheerful chirp from the middle of the quarry comes, and a spider-like robot emerges form a small hole drilled into the ground. It's body is built similar to a hermit crab with a drill mounted on its undercarriage. And on this shell-like body, is a large sack, which causes the robot to lurch a bit in its movement. It scurries away and wanders up a path on the other side of the quarry. Next another small robot scurries down, this one with a deflated sack, and it immediately rushes to the hole in the ground and hops down it.
If she follows these curious little devices as they wander up the path she will stumble across the Faustus Residence' construction site. And will find it much as Ralma had found it, with one minor exception, there are still stumps in the building area and Magnus is still awake, and walking amongst these stumps trying to see if any of them will come up by themselves. But it seems he isn't having much luck at doing so, as he pulls fruitlessly at the stumps, trying to uproot them.
"Augh... Stupid tree.. Won't give up." He curses slightly under his breath and a glowing point of light appears in his hand, which he presses under the base of the stump, and he walks away slightly.
Which is for good reason, because moments later the tree stump explodes from beneath it, sending the stump flying up and straight down onto Magnus, whom is knocked to to the ground by the heavy tree stump.
"I think construction should be an extreme sport.. The risk of injury is high enough.." He adds, trying to catch his breath, and get the stump off of himself.
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When the others wake, they may find a note pinned to one of the nearby trees.
"I'm sorry, everyone, but I left earlier this morning. After what happened last night, I wasn't willing to keep Litty around when she could be in danger again. I'm going to drop her off with her mom, and then I will probably be back. It will be a while, though, so don't wait for me-Benor."
Even if the note is found, anyone who looks will notice that the human and his daughter are gone from the camp.
(Benor and Litty are gone-Litty won't be coming back, but Benor will. Later in the day, though-much later.)
-------------------- I'm alive. The rest is just detail.
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Last night, Angus had fallen asleep in front of the fire from before the storm. He'd meant to stay up all night, in case those creatures came back, and had re-stoked the fire from the still warm coals he'd buried hours before. Still, it's hard to stay awake on only four hours of sleep, especially after being thrown across the camp, tending to his wounds, and worrying himself sick about what he could have or should have done if he'd only been awake sooner...
Strangely enough, he's the last person to get up in the morning. Waking to the sounds of people moving around, he perks up at the question of healers. "I could try to help," he says between yawns. "I'm still learning though... Where do I sign?" He looks down into the fire for a moment, distracted by the glowing embers, then mumbles, "And someone to clean the place of bad spirits would be nice, too..."
A cup of tea, some food, a quick shower (after Marianne's returned) and a couple hours later, he's awake enough to think about the day's work. Looking over the supplies in the tents, he checks for the wood he'd need to repair the fortune teller's house. "Looks like we've got enough to start; plenty of good lumber. Just need to get it to the site. Then again... how much will the others need?" Though he's kept his voice down, he realizes he's talking to himself. "Gah..." Where's Maven out there? Maybe he could help out with this, too. Not having seen Maven in a while, he walks out of the tent and scans the camp for any sign of the shifter.
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" Thank you.." Modaran responded as he took the offerd cup " .. guess i might need a littel bit more night, ..damn i hate to worry, it seems to take most rational way of thinking just so you focus on a single objective,... damn that.."
Modaran seems to speaking to no one in particular and it might appear that he actualy try´s to find a sense in the whole meaning of worries, yet, his sleepy mind wasn´t pulling quite along with him and so it was just as confusing to him as it might actualy have sounded, taking another nip of his cup he ponders for another moment, then leaning his muzzle down and closing his eyes for a moment to rest them and attemp to get some awarness back into his mind, but it has quite the oposite effect and he nearly spills his tea over his lap as he leans dozing forward, tho early enough he shocks back, blinking a moment and then shaking his head as if to toss the sleep off, tho without beeing succsesfull as he figured himself.
" Excuse me please.. " Modaran notes towards the group,.-leaving his still half filled cup of Tea back where he was as he was now making his way back to the tend Where Nimilia gave the rose a last poke with her nose to reasure that she realy wasn´t going to move at all and then sending a grinning " Good morning hon.. " Modaran´s way, he however only responded with a grumpy mumbling and steped past her into the tend where he cuddled in between a few blankets where he very quickly fell asleep once more.
Nimilia watched him for a few moments, a loving smile over her face guessing for the least that he must have been worried and try´d to look after her as long as he could, she somewhere feld proud of him at at a moment like this she wonders if she isn´t a tad to mean with him at times.
Finally deciding to start the mornign after her rather odd regenerative sleep she gets up,. carefully stepping over the rose that grew now before the tends entrance to join the group for a Tea and a few silent moments in which she doesn´t try to head anywhere talkwise about the last nights battle,..yet she grew curiose about the newly arrived Wolf as she didn´t notice the earlyer happend chase.
Nodding slightly smiling as Marianne ask her later on to prepare some food.
" I should be fine,..but.. be warned " Looking at the two Sauks " .. my cooking still isn´t the best.." she smirks lightly and gets up, noting another smile towards Marianne before she then heads over to the cookingtend to prepare some warm meals of what she still could use from the supplies while taking a mental note to take a closer look at those later on to make a littel list of what they had and maybe have a littel talk about cooking with some of the camp,.. surly she could learn one or another trick or maybe something different to prepare, for yet however it was to try what she could and serve it to those hungry where she took the sauks as highest priority in her mind as they tend to be pretty hungry,..at least that was what she saw of them so far.
(( ok Benor ^^ ))
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Wondering for quiet sometime now, she approaches the ruins of the Temple. "Whats this?" Moved past the fallen wall and into what once was 'Kaguraden:Hall' spotting some tents and what not she quickly hides behind a crumbling wall, looking out to see what could possibly still live here.
(small post hope it's okay ^.~)
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(cont. Sorry for the double post)
*Spirits soon caught the scent of something good, her belly rumbled, and she held it as it ached for food of some kind. The smell of food cooking didn't help her hunger pain either. "That smell.." mrrrs quietly "smells so good .." She sneaked along the ruins as best to her mundane abilities could do. Finding a large over grown plant to hide behind, tiny paws push leafs aside to see who is cooking, and if she can 'aquire' some food. And for now she hides watching the facinating winged fox lady (Nimilia)
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[GM Info]
A little explanation is in order to pre-empt questions arising from the Faustus' (apparent) flagrant violation of our stated intent to employ traditional means and technology to restore the ancient shrine and to build an appropriate-looking villiage adjoining this.
In truth the construction techniques employed for what I call the Faustus Facility (my fondness for alliteration strikes again) do not contravene our policy: the house Magnus is building shall be the sole exception to the rule. I will now endeavor to explain why.
Location: The Faustus Facility is located further down the mountain at the quarry site - far enough geographically for large explosions, ear-piercing shrieks, etc. to be heard only faintly at the shrine lest the intended tranquility thereof be ruined. In actual fact they are close to the foot of the mountain though an energetic walker could once the path is better maintained make it from there to the shrine village site in approximately 90 minutes.
Technology: we intend to employ hand tools, good old-fashioned elbow grease, and low-tech gadgeteering (think water wheels, mills, and variations on other such machinations) to (re)build the shrine. We will still need a ready source of building materials and in some cases I'm willing to state that so long as the materialsd in question existed in ancient times they are welcome here. Iron and steel would for example take our group far too long to mine and smelt by hand alone. One we have the metal we can cast and forge in the traditional manner.
Ultra Tech: Science fiction is an important, almost integral part of The Dream. While the intent is for the shrine and its village to be limited to technology that existed during the height of feudal Japan, there will inevitably be visitors to the shrine who will have technological needs. What if an avatar wishes Internet access? Where could cyborgs recharge their energy source or undergo repairs? Is there somewhere to park a space ship or aircraft? What about needing access to the latest lab equipment? Where can one's electric toothbrush be recharged?
Enter the Faustus Facility, the one location in the thread where all sorts of technological goodies can be used, repaired, or whatever (subject of course to approval by FaustusPG as it is HIS house! ). Rumour has it they will even have electricity and central air (wonder of wonders!) Its location, conveniently on the way up to the shrine, will help ensure matters of a technological nature are seen to and that a location for leaving inappropriate things - such as powered vehicles, to cite one example - before continuing up the path. Technology can be created, maintained, and employed there, thus serving the needs of all visitors regardless of their tech level.
Lady Marianne
Thread GM
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The great Oscar Wilde once described the classic English Fox Hunt as being "The unspeakable in full pursuit of the inedible."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mariko speaks, and Power flows through gifted words Gentle as the wind. Angel in kitsune form; Silver tails sway gracefully.
- Tanka by Pastangum ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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