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-1: The Vault, The Port-

If you enter the Vault, the only real way to do it is via submarine. So whenever a new sub pops into the Port, there's usually a fair amount of interest. Maybe there's some new books for the library! Maybe there's a supply of luxury goods from Elysium! Maybe there's a batch of new recruits.

It's the last one, this time. After some informal cooperation the TDM, they finally had brought Ziel back to the Vault, as they had promised. If anyone in the Corsairs could help him, it would probably be someone here, so he had reluctantly decided to hang around, at least for a little while. It probably wouldn't go anywhere interesting.

Somehow, word had gotten ahead, and there was a small crowd waiting to see if it was true who was on this submarine. Surely not THE Ziel? The youngest leader of the infamous monster hunter school known as the Dawnwings? Who spent his life protecting the people of the Empire from monsters, and who had killed a behemoth when he was 15. He was practically a living legend!

The main who emerged from the submarine somehow didn't live up to the hype. He still looked young, but moved like an elderly man. His clothes were filthy and in tatters. He trudged like he had the weight of the world on his back, dragging his massive warhammer behind him like he didn't have the strength to hold it properly.

After a moment, he realized there were people staring at him and slowly raised his gaze to actually see what all the fuss was. He saw a dozen pairs of hopeful eyes, but they were tinged with doubt. Well, that was only fair. He knew he hardly cut an impressive figure anymore.

Ziel looked back down at the ground and kept on trudging along the dock, amid a cloud of whispers. Surely THIS can't be the hero of the Dawnwings, can it?

-2: The Vault, upper reaches-

The Empire likes to consume ether crystals en masse for its power sources. It's a very profitable way of gaining ether, but it's hardly the only way. There are older methods that have fallen out of favor because they're much slower. Most mages find they have an affinity towards certain fundamental elements, and a VERY old method of cultivating power was to meditate near a source of that element.

Ziel's magic was attuned with Force and Motion, and, well, there was a near continual source of force and motion just about anywhere in Bavrecht, if you were willing to take the risk.

In the upper most chambers of the Vault, the distant rumbling of the Empire's near constant weapons testing was louder than ever. Ziel sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed, ignoring the sound. The constant barrage was close enough here that he could just barely sip at the endless force above and gradually absorb it into his core ether reserves. It wasn't much, but it was about all his system could handle right now.

That he was sitting in a random hallway wasn't a big deal. Not many people came up this high, anyway. What were the odds that someone would actually come up here and trip over him?

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Date: 2024-06-17 03:52 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (teehee)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
A pair of shoes stop in front of him, as his gaze is still fixed to the ground.

"Hello," their owner greets. "I think I'm supposed to show you where you'll be sleeping?"

Date: 2024-06-17 05:08 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (COOL)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
"Wonderful. Please, follow me."

The woman walks like there's no one in her way. As she's rather tall and firm, that swiftly becomes true. Soon wooden dock gives way to stone passage, worn in by countless footsteps to a shape like hand-worked dough...

Next it's into an echoey stairwell.

It's now that the welcome-wagon pipes up again. "It's easy to get lost, here in the Vault. If you do have trouble and need help, it's not a bad idea to seek out these stairwells... even if it takes a while, someone's bound to come in eventually."

She cranes her head to get a good look as high up as she can, and purses her lips...

"We can go up a few flights here, now, and you can go straight to bed. But, if we just go up the one... there's a storeroom not too far out of our way, with fresh changes of clothing..."

An anticipatory pause.

Date: 2024-06-17 05:56 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (thinks emoji)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
"Oh? There usually aren't living quarters near the noisier spots... but it's really just a matter of moving a little furniture. How do you feel about being near a busy cargo lift?"
Edited (Typo ) Date: 2024-06-17 05:56 am (UTC)

Date: 2024-06-17 06:06 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (uplift)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
"Is it! I'd never even have guessed. My education in Ether is still pretty spotty. If I were to venture to speculate, however...

Is it... something to do with the vibrations?"

1/3

Date: 2024-06-17 06:34 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (quoi)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
Force as an element of ether wasn't a concept she'd encountered yet, either. RPK had been listening with a clear interest... right up until the point he'd cut himself off, dropping the topic like the dull thud of a closing book.

In her opinion,
it had begun to sound like it mattered rather a lot.

2/3

Date: 2024-06-17 06:39 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (hm)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
"Well... I'm sure there will be an opportune spot, somewhere, that fits even such highly specific needs. The Vault's got a little bit of everything!"

3/3

Date: 2024-06-17 07:07 am (UTC)
transrobotism: (sedate)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
She stops them at the next landing, and presses a hidden catch to open the door in front of them. Hallway, ahoy!

"Four doors down, on the left! I don't think you'll be sharing with anyone, but please, don't quote me on it. What else... oh! The closest canteen is by the dock. We passed it, so you shouldn't have too much trouble seeking it out. Now, where did I put..."

She pats at her pockets like she's having to look for the right one, even though she knows the exact spot already. It's the little touches. After a moment, she 'finds' what she was looking for and palms it.

"Anyway, if you have any additional questions... You can always reach me on your ENC. Here."

Mystery object, now revealed. It's a small square of paper folded around the teeth of a key, probably with her ethernet address. She holds it out for him to take.

"...Really, you can ask whoever you want! But.. since you're not with a large group, there's not as much infrastructure free right now for a smooth onboarding... I was asked to see if I could help cover that gap."
Edited (typo) Date: 2024-06-17 07:08 am (UTC)

🎀 I will haunt you again soon enough ziel

Date: 2024-06-17 01:56 pm (UTC)
transrobotism: (standby)
From: [personal profile] transrobotism
Goodbye wave~.

Well, there he goes.

Thinking about it, did she remember to write a name on the paper along with the address?

Oops! Maybe it'll be fun to see how many interactions they can get through without the topic of one coming up. Will he pick up using her un-name-like designation from the net? Make something up? Avoid ever using one until one or both of them expire? The future truly gleams with potential.

She closes the door to the hall firmly, making sure she hears the metallic sound of the catch engaging again.

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Date: 2024-06-18 10:54 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Default)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
Well, the odds are pretty good when someone is headed up to check the hatches. Access to the surface is needed for the occasional mad dash to recover some lost imperial prototype, before the falling shells and bombs blow it to smitherines. As part of that, you need to have a wide variety of access points to the surface-and, contrapuntally, you need to make sure they still exist on a regular basis.

Angelika has a map of tunnels, a clipboard, and a red pen to mark any tunnels or entrances that have collapsed or need repairs. She also has clumsy feet. So congratulations Ziel, there is one person in the entire Corsairs who is able to trip over you in a random hallway.

"Ack!"

Date: 2024-06-19 02:58 am (UTC)
fish4science: (Default)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
Take some comfort in the fact that her impact with your torso was a transfer of kinetic energy? Or the fact that she seems to have weathered the spill mostly intact-save for the fact that she's rubbing her forehead as she sits up.

"I think so. I'm sorry I didn't see you, it's so dark up here."

Date: 2024-06-19 04:51 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Default)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
"I'm here to make sure none of the tunnels have collapsed or show signs of damage. That and retrieving things from the surface are the only reason to come up here."

It's okay, she can climb back to her own feet. Her cuteness only slightly soiled by the red ink spilled on her cardigan. "Oh no, is this going to leave a stain? I mean, it's pink already but a different shade isn't good..."

Date: 2024-06-22 11:33 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Default)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
"It's the ink from my pen, not from on the floor." Fountain pens, while

She gathered herself and looked at him, a frown on her face.

"Um, why were you sitting in the middle of the hallway?"

Date: 2024-06-26 03:47 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Science?)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
"Cycling energy...from the explosions?" She puzzles over it for a moment, trying to see how that works...

Then she takes him by the hand. "You should do that over here, there's a much better place for it!" And she starts to drag him along-or at least, try to, because a 5'4" girl is rather lacking in main strength.

Date: 2024-06-26 11:52 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Exposition of happiness)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
"Trust me, this is going to be a much better location-just need to-ah, take a left at this corner...right at the next..." It was some distance to walk, but she was sure it would be worth it.

After several minutes of walking through the dark halls, she pulled out a key and swung open a door that lead into...a space. That was really all that could be said about it. It seemed to be an empty closet, awkwardly crammed in where it would fit-except the ceiling was incredibly high. The room was at least five stories tall, and all that was in it was a pair of-no, that wasn't a pair of pillars, it was a single enormous I-beam piercing the floor and the ceiling both.

"This is one of the main supporting columns that hold up the armor and rock that protects all of the Vault. It actually goes down from here all the way to the deepest firmament we're built on, to disperse the energy absorbed by the armor layers above us." The girl was almost bouncing on her feet as she gestured up at it. "And it's not in the hallway!"

Date: 2024-06-27 06:37 pm (UTC)
fish4science: (Call Me Polyana)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
"I'm glad my intuition was correct! Well, I'll leave you here for now-but be sure to lock the door when you leave. This is...supposed to be kept secure, you know. But I'm sure you're not a danger to our armored roof."

Right, vital piece of infrastructure. It might have been a foolish idea to bring him here-but she shows no signs of thinking this was a bad or regrettable idea.

Date: 2024-06-30 03:25 am (UTC)
fish4science: (Shiny Smiles)
From: [personal profile] fish4science
Oh she doesn't doubt your ability, she is just unquestioning in her assessment of your good intentions. And lack of secret career as a saboteur.

"Right, I need to go and work on my checks, but good luck with your cycling energy."

2- d'you wanna keep their tdm canon?

Date: 2024-06-27 06:21 am (UTC)
redprayer: (what tragedy may bring)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
Trip, no.

Accidentally get poked by Rezo's cane while the man is exploring the Vault and frankly rather distracted by the weapons testing overhead, yes. Rezo luckily stops short before he can do any further damage to Ziel, and mutters a mild oath in his own language before raising his voice.

"My apologies."

Rezo tilts his head down in Ziel's rough direction, holding his free hand over an ear.

Date: 2024-07-01 10:59 pm (UTC)
redprayer: (you got my trust)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
True. If he hadn't caught the sound of Ziel's breathing, Rezo might have thought someone dropped a rock in the midst of this hallway.

"Oh, Ziel," Rezo says. He lowers his hand from his ear and gives the man a friendly smile. Internally, he's wondering if Ziel is high again- there had been a significant pause between Rezo poking him and Ziel responding.

"This is the second time I've accidentally prodded you, isn't it? I hope I'm not forming a habit."

Date: 2024-07-06 07:41 am (UTC)
redprayer: (a stranger in a strange strange land)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
"It isn't the most..." Rezo pauses, wondering how to put it, and the silence is filled with the sound of artillery. "...Peaceful place, is it? But I'm still learning my way around the Vault."

He can vaguely hear Ziel getting to his feet, so Rezo holds out a hand for him to take or ignore, whichever Ziel's pride dictates.

Date: 2024-07-11 12:30 pm (UTC)
redprayer: (a stranger in a strange strange land)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
"I keep nearly forgetting that Etherian magic isn't quite the same as my own," Rezo says, letting his hand fall aside. "In my world, it's usually just rest and food that refills a person's ether."

This is meant as an idle remark, not a suggestion- Rezo does realize that if that sort of thing would work for Ziel, Ziel would presumably already be off bashing in Imperial heads instead of absorbing ambient sound and fury.

Date: 2024-07-12 11:54 am (UTC)
redprayer: (take my face and desecrate)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
"One could consider them a necessity, in fact," Rezo remarks with a certain bitter humour, "Although the Empire apparently doesn't agree."

He'd worked as a magic physician for several years under the Empire, and it had been rather depressing how many of the maladies he'd treated were clearly the cause of inadequate rest and nutrition.

Date: 2024-07-13 09:26 pm (UTC)
redprayer: (a stranger in a strange strange land)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
Rezo's brows raise a notch. He's interacted with Ziel just enough for that anger to be a slight surprise, but perhaps it's a pleasant one. Anger isn't an emotion the followers of Cepheid approve of, but there are times when it's better than apathy.

"Indeed? That may be their own downfall someday."

Date: 2024-07-15 11:04 pm (UTC)
redprayer: (i am not the moon at night)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
Rezo has confidence that the Empire cannot last forever, but it's more to do with the confidence that a cancer cannot last forever: either it gets removed via a painstaking process, or it will die along with the rest of the body when it consumes too much.

It's probably for the best that Ziel asks a question before Rezo can pontificate on this. Rezo inclines his head and simply answers "That I am."

Date: 2024-07-29 12:52 am (UTC)
redprayer: (the sun will turn dark very soon)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
The question takes a moment to register properly; then, Rezo visibly startles. He hasn't been asked the question before, and hasn't thought about it either. Yet, what truly startles him is how immediate the answer that comes to mind is.

No.

Rezo shakes his head, composing himself, and carefully says "I haven't considered the possibility."

Date: 2024-07-29 03:10 am (UTC)
redprayer: (a stranger in a strange strange land)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
Rezo immediately is confused, and wonders if Ziel is perhaps another Outlander, but before he can ask Ziel is already moving onto the subject of lunch. And it being dark in here, which Rezo wasn't aware of for obvious reasons.

He opens his eyes and confirms that indeed, it's not particularly bright up here. It's the one thing his eyes are useful now, a halfhearted gift from Esthere.

"A reasonable plan. And if it's dark then we're probably not supposed to be up here," Rezo remarks, not particularly concerned about the possibility.

Date: 2024-07-31 04:45 am (UTC)
redprayer: (and it feels like sabotage)
From: [personal profile] redprayer
Rezo hesitates again, biting back on the initial impulse to decline. On the one hand, Rezo is a very competent man who is used to taking care of himself. And Ziel is not a well man, and does not need to be burdened.

On the other hand, he is a bit curious about Ziel, and Ziel's condition, and he suspects the other man could do with feeling useful. Sometimes, he reminds himself, it is kinder to let yourself be helped.

"Thank you," he agrees, holding out a hand for Ziel to slip an elbow into. "I think it will be easier with your escort."

He smiles. It's very warm and benevolent and he looks like he ought to be surrounded by gentle forest creatures and cooing doves of peace.

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