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maskormenacelogs2018-09-30 10:52 am
jadus) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-09-30 10:52 am
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[Open] What frontiers are left to us?
WHO: Darth Jadus and anyone who feels like it
WHERE: Around the Porter cities
WHEN: After the Phobos plot
WHAT: Open log, OTA
WARNINGS: General creepiness, possible violence in replies to the third prompt
Dealing with reporters
In the days after the Alke's return from Phobos, media attention on imPorts is high. Reporters are out in droves, looking for man on the street interviews, and they are difficult to shake.
Not so for Jadus. His armor is instantly recognizable, but every reporter pales when they step too close, questions dying in their throat. None of them follow him.
Anyone seeking to take advantage of the quiet around him will find out why: the air itself around him feels oppressive, drained of life and yet somehow crawling, like the phantom feeling of small things walking on skin. Is this a trade-off worth pursuing?
In contemplation
Jadus stands by an unremarkable pond in a city park, staring at the water. Despite his aura, there are more fish in the water at his feet than anywhere else in the pond.
Flies skim over the surface of the water, hovering inches from the surface. When they stray too close to him, they suddenly fall. The fish devour them.
Exploring
He sat alone in his place of meditation, a forest grove that had slowly been twisted by his presence and his experiments. Some of the trees had withered, but others were growing tall, gnarled, their roots arching up from the soil as if seeking to wrench the trees up and walk.
Most creatures stayed away from this place. The unidentifiable remains of his experiments rotted more slowly than meat and compost elsewhere. But now, he sought to call something to him. He knelt in the center of the grove, reaching out.
WHERE: Around the Porter cities
WHEN: After the Phobos plot
WHAT: Open log, OTA
WARNINGS: General creepiness, possible violence in replies to the third prompt
Dealing with reporters
In the days after the Alke's return from Phobos, media attention on imPorts is high. Reporters are out in droves, looking for man on the street interviews, and they are difficult to shake.
Not so for Jadus. His armor is instantly recognizable, but every reporter pales when they step too close, questions dying in their throat. None of them follow him.
Anyone seeking to take advantage of the quiet around him will find out why: the air itself around him feels oppressive, drained of life and yet somehow crawling, like the phantom feeling of small things walking on skin. Is this a trade-off worth pursuing?
In contemplation
Jadus stands by an unremarkable pond in a city park, staring at the water. Despite his aura, there are more fish in the water at his feet than anywhere else in the pond.
Flies skim over the surface of the water, hovering inches from the surface. When they stray too close to him, they suddenly fall. The fish devour them.
Exploring
He sat alone in his place of meditation, a forest grove that had slowly been twisted by his presence and his experiments. Some of the trees had withered, but others were growing tall, gnarled, their roots arching up from the soil as if seeking to wrench the trees up and walk.
Most creatures stayed away from this place. The unidentifiable remains of his experiments rotted more slowly than meat and compost elsewhere. But now, he sought to call something to him. He knelt in the center of the grove, reaching out.
Contemplation
No surprise that it's the latter.
The Dunmer skirts the edge of the pond, watching the fish with curiosity. "Is that... is that a standard thing for you?"
Re: Contemplation
"It is my desire," he replied simply. The surface of the water roiled with the bodies of fish jostling for each new fly, and more wheeled in slow circles beneath them.
"These fish ate from my flesh. Now, I feed them others."
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