"Of the Wastelands"
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vivala-1: He's back-
As anyone who knows him can attest, Ziel was not the most social of men. His gloomy demeanor gave him limited energy for dealing with others, and he often spent whole days in private, reading or meditating or just staring at the ceiling grappling with depression.
But it had been about a month since anyone last saw him. His room still had a few personal effects lying around it, if anyone cared to investigate, implying that he was PROBABLY planning on returning, but there was no information left about where he had gone.
As winter started drawing in, and both the Corsairs and the Empire bowed their heads to the greater power of Shit Weather, Ziel reappeared just like he vanished, with no fanfare at all. One day he was just back, trudging the halls of the Vault with clothes looking even more threadbare and dirty than usual. He even had a beard.
-2: He was busy-
The Corsairs are perpetually short on supplies of various kinds, so any kind of salvage that members brought back from excursions were usually welcome. There was probably a specific department dedicated to handling it. That's where Ziel was now. He looks like he's been living in the woods for a month, and smells like it too, but he has several bulging bags he's turning in.
Wandering the world of Esthere, aside from people and mundane animals, are various powerful beasts infused by so much ether that only the most skilled and well equipped hunting parties would consider taking them on. But to those who can face such beasts, the spoils are great.
Ziel's bags were full of hides from behemoths that could be tanned into leather armor harder and lighter than plate mail, tusks and fangs that could cut like the finest of blades, ether crystals that formed in the bodies of monsters with unique energy signatures, dried meat that would infuse anyone who ate it with ether, rare medicinal herbs (though not a lot of those. Ziel wasn't much of an herbalist.), and other such grisly trophies.
The woman behind the desk was staring at the pile of loot with a mixed expression. On one hand, this was undeniably a large amount of extremely useful materials. On the other hand, the aroma rising from Ziel and his bounty was...intense.
-3: But civilization makes its own demands-
Eventually, someone discreetly brought up with Ziel that living in the wastelands by himself for a month had had a few minor effects on his personal hygiene.
Fortunately, Elysium had facilities for that.
Armed with a heavy wallet from his...findings, Ziel decided to actually enjoy himself for once and went for the FULL spa treatment. Massages, extensive bathing, a full shave, a good sauna soak. Ziel even had a visit with a tailor.
The tall, good looking man in well cut robes who returned to the Vault afterwards was barely recognizable as the stinking caveman who had lurched in the other day.
As anyone who knows him can attest, Ziel was not the most social of men. His gloomy demeanor gave him limited energy for dealing with others, and he often spent whole days in private, reading or meditating or just staring at the ceiling grappling with depression.
But it had been about a month since anyone last saw him. His room still had a few personal effects lying around it, if anyone cared to investigate, implying that he was PROBABLY planning on returning, but there was no information left about where he had gone.
As winter started drawing in, and both the Corsairs and the Empire bowed their heads to the greater power of Shit Weather, Ziel reappeared just like he vanished, with no fanfare at all. One day he was just back, trudging the halls of the Vault with clothes looking even more threadbare and dirty than usual. He even had a beard.
-2: He was busy-
The Corsairs are perpetually short on supplies of various kinds, so any kind of salvage that members brought back from excursions were usually welcome. There was probably a specific department dedicated to handling it. That's where Ziel was now. He looks like he's been living in the woods for a month, and smells like it too, but he has several bulging bags he's turning in.
Wandering the world of Esthere, aside from people and mundane animals, are various powerful beasts infused by so much ether that only the most skilled and well equipped hunting parties would consider taking them on. But to those who can face such beasts, the spoils are great.
Ziel's bags were full of hides from behemoths that could be tanned into leather armor harder and lighter than plate mail, tusks and fangs that could cut like the finest of blades, ether crystals that formed in the bodies of monsters with unique energy signatures, dried meat that would infuse anyone who ate it with ether, rare medicinal herbs (though not a lot of those. Ziel wasn't much of an herbalist.), and other such grisly trophies.
The woman behind the desk was staring at the pile of loot with a mixed expression. On one hand, this was undeniably a large amount of extremely useful materials. On the other hand, the aroma rising from Ziel and his bounty was...intense.
-3: But civilization makes its own demands-
Eventually, someone discreetly brought up with Ziel that living in the wastelands by himself for a month had had a few minor effects on his personal hygiene.
Fortunately, Elysium had facilities for that.
Armed with a heavy wallet from his...findings, Ziel decided to actually enjoy himself for once and went for the FULL spa treatment. Massages, extensive bathing, a full shave, a good sauna soak. Ziel even had a visit with a tailor.
The tall, good looking man in well cut robes who returned to the Vault afterwards was barely recognizable as the stinking caveman who had lurched in the other day.
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Date: 2024-12-27 10:03 pm (UTC)“Just Ziel.”
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Date: 2024-12-27 10:59 pm (UTC)"Sorry, kinda a habit." Given so many of the people she'd interacted with after joining the Queen's Guard were above her station considerably, a somewhat necessary one that was proving hard to break in this new world. "Ah'm Nephenee..." Dang it, this wasn't going to stop worrying her unless she said something, which she did, in a soft voice that wasn't judgmental in the least. "Uh...beggin' pardon, but Ah ain't sure Miss Deedee wants soap in the springs...think it's for the showers only. That way the waters are kept clean, Ah think...somethin' 'bout special water an' all." As far as she understood, anyway.
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Date: 2024-12-28 03:16 am (UTC)After a moment he sighed, then dunked his head against to get the soap out, putting the rest of the bar in the little bowl he'd brought it out in. "I forgot. I haven't been in a place like this in a while."
It would drain out, eventually, he figured.
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Date: 2024-12-31 03:40 am (UTC)"Accidents happen...ya didn't mean to, once shouldn't hurt things. Ah probably woulda if they hadn't told me in the beginnin'; we ain't got these back home. Not that Ah've ever seen, anyway. Best we got is swimmin' holes."
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Date: 2025-01-02 07:15 am (UTC)Nephenee was destined to learn, if she kept up with this conversation, that Ziel wasn't very sad about it. He just always sounded like this. Ziel stretched out and sunk himself until he was entirely submerged save for his head, staring up into the sky.
"Anyway, swimming holes have their own appeal, I guess."
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Date: 2025-01-16 06:53 am (UTC)Emerald eyes followed his gaze up as he spoke, and Nephenee made a small noise of agreement. "Well, sure...can't really go proper swimmin' in these, an' sure can't run an' jump in or jump in from a tree." Yune, thinking about darting around in a pond made her want to do just that, and Nephenee had to remind herself of her own words just now. Not the place, not the time!
"Are there a lotta these or swimmin' holes where you're from?"
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:16 am (UTC)"I guess. More than there are hot springs, at least, and they'll get dirt off of you as long as you don't mind being cold."
He didn't mind being cold. He didn't mind much of anything.
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:12 pm (UTC)However could naked hugs send the wrong message?Perhaps surprisingly, she chuckled a little, allowing herself to peer a bit more over the edge of her
censorshiprock so she could see him better. Oh hey, a freckled nose."Ah think cold's better...for me, anyhow. Ah run real warm, so can't stay in the water here for too long. Cold water feels nice, though."
So long as it wasn't combined with dark dungeons, though she didn't even allow herself to go there. That was a long time ago...
"We don't got anythin' that gives ya hot water without heatin' it yourself over fire, so Ah never knew any different 'til gettin' here."