inchesofevil: You know ([67] Of famine death and war)
Duncan Heimdall Jackson ([personal profile] inchesofevil) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-02-16 07:52 pm

Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!
instars: (Saya - unsure)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-21 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lets him guide her, and she sits where he puts her and looks at him, her blue eyes a little wider than usual.]

I have money.

[To order coffee, she means. She's aware enough to reach into her purse, to pull out her wallet, to hand some cash to Gansey.]

quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (h o n e s t)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-02-23 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey is profoundly unaccustomed to ever taking money from anyone. He puts his hands over hers. ]

No, don’t worry. I’ve got this. You sit.

Black coffee?

[ He’s assuming so, but she could be a latte person. He mostly just wants her to sit. ]
instars: (Saya - smoking)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-23 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Please.

[She says it automatically, the please a function of human manners. She doesn't care about manners but they make people perceive her a certain way, don't they.

She waits, and breathes, and takes out a pair of knitting needles. Between them is yarn so frail and so fragile that it looks like thread. She's not knitting furiously. Instead she's doing it methodically. The color of the thread is a pale, oddly iridescent gold.]


The Weaver went mad.

[No preamble. Back into this story.]
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (l o n e l y)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-02-24 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ The coffee is quickly ordered, and almost as quickly delivered. Gansey returns with two small cups in hand. He sets one in front of Saya, and then sits beside her. Ordinarily he'd sit opposite, but he's honestly a little worried she might faint.

It also takes him a moment to realize what she's saying, and then his eyebrows lift. She, after all, is doing a good job of emulating the weaver.
]

Ah. The...creator, who began it all? Because of what the animals did.

What happened to her?

[ He keeps his eyes on Saya, aware that she's trying to distract them both, but concerned for her all the same. ]
instars: (Saya - watching)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-24 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[It's about focusing.

She knits and it's smooth, the string moving over her manicured nails.]


No, not quite. Three spirits - Weaver, Wyld, and Wyrm. The Wyld to create, the Wyrm to destroy, and the Weaver to order.

[Her knitting is delicate, tiny, precise.]

She tried to control too much. She wove the nets that trapped the Wyrm.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (l o n g i n g)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-02-26 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
To keep it from destroying.

[ Gansey looks up at her, frowning, while his mind turns over the connection to other stories.

And other weavers. ]

She wanted to stop the fighting. But it did stop, you told me. That implies it worked, but the world could never stay like that. Death finds all of us eventually. No one can live forever.

[ Except Heimdall, he thinks. Maybe he should be listening to this story too. ]
instars: (Saya - waiting)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-26 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Imagine you can see the world, but you cannot touch it.

Imagine you can see your brother destroying the world and you know the only way to stop it is to cage him, but you cannot stop making this cage, ever.

Imagine you grow and grow and create and transform but your brother wants to kill you, and your sister cannot do anything but impose on him.

[She knits and knits, faster.]

So the Weaver, she was the first one to go mad. Creating the cage, it did her no small favors.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (l o n g i n g)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-02-27 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is not a happy story. It hasn't been for a while, Gansey realizes, but perhaps he'd been too caught up in it to see that. He's quiet for a moment, and he drinks his coffee. It's exceptionally bitter, which actually, he doesn't mind. ]

Did it work, what she did? Did she save the world?

[ Even if only temporarily. ]

Is it supposed to be permanent?
instars: (Saya - irritations)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-27 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She purses her lips a bit, and for a moment she looks slightly different, like she's feeling something out of the ordinary.]

She put a stopper on a boiling pot.

[Saya's hands don't stop moving, the fine golden fabric seeming to materialize out of nothing.]

The Wyrm gets stronger. And madder.

[With her accent, it's clear she doesn't mean the American definition of mad - not angry, but crazy.]

One day the Weaving will no longer contain the Wyrm.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (y o u t h f u l)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-02-29 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey nods. It's what he'd expected, and it sends a little thrill through him. ]

It reminds me of the Norse legends. Although, in those, the creature bound is a great wolf, and the worm - or the serpent - is under the sea. But they both appear, at the end of the world. They call it Ragnarok.

[ He leans forward, folding his arms on the table. His eyes fall on what she's knitting, and it puts him in mind of the scarf she gave him for Christmas. The thought makes him smile. ]

What do you call it?
instars: (Saya - innocence is a disguise)

[personal profile] instars 2016-02-29 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Where do you think these legends came from?

[She loops thread around her wrist.]

It's apocalypse. The end of everything.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (s i d e e y e)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-02 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Every culture has their version of it. Not generally a comforting story.

[ He pauses, watching her. Wondering where she's going with this. ]

I'm still glad you told me.
instars: (Saya - watching)

[personal profile] instars 2016-03-02 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She puts her hands in her lap.]

Do you think I'm crazy?

[She looks the furthest thing from crazy. She looks tired, more human than he's likely ever seen her.]
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (q u i e t)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-06 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey looks surprised, and leans back in his seat. ]

Why would I? I've spent years searching for a sleeping King that no one else believes can be found, outside of the people I've convinced of it. And honestly, what you believe is no more strange than Christianity, or Islam, or Hinduism, or any other world religion that I've heard before.

[ Gansey's tolerance for the unusual is far higher than most people's, honestly. ]
instars: (Saya - a sudden interest)

[personal profile] instars 2016-03-06 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You may have noticed I don't process things in quite the same way as other people.

[She tilts her head down a little.]

Although if you had thought me crazy, it would hardly change my opinion.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (h o n e s t)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-07 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think it's for me to judge what anyone believes, Saya.

[ He drinks his coffee, sitting back from her a bit. ]

Are you feeling any better?
instars: (Saya - uncaring)

[personal profile] instars 2016-03-07 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

Thank you.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (e x h a u s t e d)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey nods. Gently, he puts his hand on her arm. ]

If you’d like, we can go back to the apartments. If we take it slow, you’ll be all right.
instars: (Saya - watching)

[personal profile] instars 2016-03-11 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She stands, and it's oddly disjointed, but there's a grace to her all the same.]

I would, thank you.
quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (t h o u g h t f u l)

[personal profile] quaerit 2016-03-15 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gansey stands, and offers her his arm. Saya strikes him as an independent person, but she’s clearly having trouble adjusting here. If she questions it, he’ll claim chivalry. ]

Come on, then. It’s a shame we don’t have the car with us.
instars: (Saya - shivering)

[personal profile] instars 2016-03-15 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The traffic here is too bad for cars.

[She takes his arm, and it's clear she's still a bit dizzy.]