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diatu2019-10-25 06:13 pm
tiredcharmer) wrote in diatu2019-10-25 06:13 pm
Electric Boogaloo
Who: Tyzias and YOU!
Where: All around Anastara and Diatu
When: Late October
What: Tyzias arrives at Diatu and is thoroughly unimpressed.
Warnings: Curmudgeonliness abounds, lots of swearing.
attention, attention everyone
Anastara, being built around a Magicademy full of mischievous and/or incompetent students, is no stranger to ridiculous happenings. Especially in recent months with the arrival of the Sundered. As such, residents have a high tolerance for magical shenanigans and associated weirdness. But it is extremely difficult to simply ignore a round boulder being pulled at high speeds down the street by a pair of extremely large trolls.
Said trolls have at least a passing knowledge of traffic laws, so thankfully nobody is hurt. But an entrance like that draws attention—which is exactly what Tyzias doesn't want. When her chaffeurs crack the rock open at the academy, Tyzias tumbles out of her luxury transportation (really, it's quite posh inside, the Troll Lord of Okanes isn't a barbarian) and lands flat on her back before the gates of Diatu, staring at the sky.
After a twenty-three second sustained groan, Tyzias grumbles, "Sweet fucking Sufferer, Grumbrig, I know you wanted to give me the 'royal treatment' but that's a little overboard." She laboriously tries to pull herself to her feet. And fails. "Fuuuuuuuck dust got all in my shirt fuck fuck fuck HEY YOU CAN YOU HELP ME UP HERE"
see through bloodshot eyes
Now that she's finally someplace that might be able to get her on track to find some answers, there's no way in... whatever this world's punitive afterlife is that Tyzias is going to waste it on something as trivial as sleep. So it is that it's three AM in the morning and she's still poring through dozens of books by flashlight in the common room, mumbling to herself in a haze as she flips through page after page. Her choice of reading material is eclectic: basic textbooks for beginning mages, advanced theses on Intimation, a few tomes about Sundering, swathes of world history, Osmarius grammar, prayer books, and more. Tyzias is practically buried in a blanket of notes.
Then she sweeps her arm across the table to diagram a High Osmarius phrase, accidentally hits a stack of books, and it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down. While she doesn't go down with the ship, all of Tyzias's study material crash to the floor. The thud that echoes through the hallways is deafening.
Tyzias muffles her scream by planting her face on the table, then sighs, hauls herself to her feet after much effort, and begins slowly putting everything back in order as she braces herself for the inevitable mob of furious students who were just aroused by the chaos. Hopefully whoever finds her first isn't too angry...
wwwwhen you held the knife
Tyzias looks at the supply list in her hand, then at the rack of wands, then at the list again, then she groans. "You know what would've been fantastic? If Teach actually told me what I needed for class. Outlined a clear, concise list of Factors that I need to make the magic shit happen. But no. 'Discovery foci.' What am I supposed to get? Bat guano? I mean, okay, I know that all I need is a book and a wand, I'm not that dumb, but what wand? The one that magically calls out to me or some shit?" Tyzias throws up her hands in frustration.
"You. You have any idea how I'm supposed to pick one of these things? I know this place's reputation, there's no way I'm just gonna snag one off of the shelf there and call it a day."
Where: All around Anastara and Diatu
When: Late October
What: Tyzias arrives at Diatu and is thoroughly unimpressed.
Warnings: Curmudgeonliness abounds, lots of swearing.
attention, attention everyone
Anastara, being built around a Magicademy full of mischievous and/or incompetent students, is no stranger to ridiculous happenings. Especially in recent months with the arrival of the Sundered. As such, residents have a high tolerance for magical shenanigans and associated weirdness. But it is extremely difficult to simply ignore a round boulder being pulled at high speeds down the street by a pair of extremely large trolls.
Said trolls have at least a passing knowledge of traffic laws, so thankfully nobody is hurt. But an entrance like that draws attention—which is exactly what Tyzias doesn't want. When her chaffeurs crack the rock open at the academy, Tyzias tumbles out of her luxury transportation (really, it's quite posh inside, the Troll Lord of Okanes isn't a barbarian) and lands flat on her back before the gates of Diatu, staring at the sky.
After a twenty-three second sustained groan, Tyzias grumbles, "Sweet fucking Sufferer, Grumbrig, I know you wanted to give me the 'royal treatment' but that's a little overboard." She laboriously tries to pull herself to her feet. And fails. "Fuuuuuuuck dust got all in my shirt fuck fuck fuck HEY YOU CAN YOU HELP ME UP HERE"
see through bloodshot eyes
Now that she's finally someplace that might be able to get her on track to find some answers, there's no way in... whatever this world's punitive afterlife is that Tyzias is going to waste it on something as trivial as sleep. So it is that it's three AM in the morning and she's still poring through dozens of books by flashlight in the common room, mumbling to herself in a haze as she flips through page after page. Her choice of reading material is eclectic: basic textbooks for beginning mages, advanced theses on Intimation, a few tomes about Sundering, swathes of world history, Osmarius grammar, prayer books, and more. Tyzias is practically buried in a blanket of notes.
Then she sweeps her arm across the table to diagram a High Osmarius phrase, accidentally hits a stack of books, and it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down. While she doesn't go down with the ship, all of Tyzias's study material crash to the floor. The thud that echoes through the hallways is deafening.
Tyzias muffles her scream by planting her face on the table, then sighs, hauls herself to her feet after much effort, and begins slowly putting everything back in order as she braces herself for the inevitable mob of furious students who were just aroused by the chaos. Hopefully whoever finds her first isn't too angry...
wwwwhen you held the knife
Tyzias looks at the supply list in her hand, then at the rack of wands, then at the list again, then she groans. "You know what would've been fantastic? If Teach actually told me what I needed for class. Outlined a clear, concise list of Factors that I need to make the magic shit happen. But no. 'Discovery foci.' What am I supposed to get? Bat guano? I mean, okay, I know that all I need is a book and a wand, I'm not that dumb, but what wand? The one that magically calls out to me or some shit?" Tyzias throws up her hands in frustration.
"You. You have any idea how I'm supposed to pick one of these things? I know this place's reputation, there's no way I'm just gonna snag one off of the shelf there and call it a day."
you know it's funny because this is basically exactly how she met mspar
"Ffffuck off Sore-G... wait." Tyzias squints at Pallidus, then groans again. "Ugh. Sorry. You look a lot like this little weasel I knew back home. No offense. Yeah, I'd like some help with this fucking disaster." She staggers up from her sitting position and begins heaving the books onto the table, according to some incomprehensible organization system that's nearly impossible to discern.
oh lord, the worst first impression lol
Thankfully he's too flabbergasted to be offended. And the almost immediate apology helps as well. But he's only to be compared to a weasel after. Wow. Just.
Wow.
"Um..." He should leave. He should probably leave. But she does need help, and her voice seems strained, so chivalry wins out and he returns to reaching for her books, albeit more stilted than before.
Awkward. Pallidus clears his throat and tries again to be friendly, hoping to deflect further ire. "... I do apologize if I startled you, miss."
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Tyzias kneels down, and with a grunt of exertion, shovels a pile of books into her arm, distributing them into the appropriate piles with a... well, not deft, or particularly efficient, but it gets the job done. The troll waves away his apology, shaking her head. "S'no problem. I can be pretty fucking startling, heh. I'm pretty sure I actually gave Tegiri a, uh... fuck, what's the word... heart, yeah, that's it, a heart attack back home when he stumbled across me when I was working an all-dayer. Don't w- nonononononono."
She staggers over to Pallidus's side, grabs his wrists, and directs his arms over to one of the larger piles. "Books relating to alternative Intimation methods go there, not with general history and political treatises."
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He really did not like being called vulgar names, but he was committed to seeing through whatever he set his mind towards. Of course, that kind of thinking didn't always work out in the long run. Some things just didn't pay off, no matter how much hard work he put into them. But this wasn't the worst situation Pallidus had pushed through, and he was not the type to give up so easily. Forcing a smile, he got back to it only to be manhandled into "doing it right."
"Ah yes, wouldn't want to add more disorder, would we?" Pallidus said, unable to stop the small quirk of a smile to his lips. Genus and Gale didn't seem predisposed to having children, but he would think she would fit the bill if such a thing ever were to transpire.
Honestly, her brashness in grabbing his arm should have been more insulting than the words, but Pallius couldn't find it in himself to complain. He wondered why but thought it best not to put that into words. Instead, he said, "Quite the bookworm, aren't you? Isn't this too much to handle at once?"
i'm so sorry this is just what she's like
Unfortunately for him, Pallidus is uncannily similar to what used to be Tyzias's mortal nemesis. Before, you know, she got mortal nemeses that actually made good on their threats and killed her. "You know, if you keep giving off these absolutely rancid vibes, I might keep calling you Sore-Gor. You're kinning him pretty hard right now. What's your name, anyways?"
With great effort, Tyzias picks up a particularly hefty tome and carefully places it on top of a stack. "Eh, it was learn how to handle all of this," she gestures in the direction of the personal library that Tyzias has been collecting, "or get culled back on Alternia. And as satisfying as it would've been to stick it to the man and, fuck, IDK, rot my brain out on sopor and go to punk concerts instead, I value my life too highly for that."
Beat.
"Also books are cool."
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Lips pursed, Pallidus took a deep breath through his nose and released it slowly. When he spoke again, his voice was tight. "I am Prince Pallidus, firstborn of Zinzo, King of the Dark Creatures, Lord over all Magic, and Emperor of the Night Sky Above and the Dark Cavern Below. Might I inquire after your own name, Miss?"
He might also be using his innate shape shifting to make himself loom a littler taller that before. It was a childish reaction, but he felt he deserved to be a little petulant after being described as "rancid."
Straightening some papers, Pallidus huffed, trying to cool down. He didn't have anywhere near the temper of his father, at least.
"... I can agree on that point. My entire family loves books." It was a love instilled in him and his brothers by their mother. Even Viribus, who couldn't read more than a few sentences at a time without getting sick, still appreciated a good story when he could get one.
Damn, but he couldn't go without at least apologizing for his own rudeness, even if it was deserved. "I was actually up here looking to find something to read. I... apologize for getting in your way."
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Yawning, Tyzias gets up and stretches, working out a crick in her back. When she's not hunching over at a ninety-degree angle, she's... wow, she's actually pretty damn tall herself. "Seriously, it's no prob, Bob. Us night owls have gotta stick together." She cocks her head to the side, considering. "Does it really count as night-owling if I stay up at all hours of the day too? Eh, whatever." It seems that Tyzias isn't actually hostile to Pallidus's presence. She's just... like that.
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"Miss Entykk, then," Pallidus says, not willing to let another Ty into his life just yet no matter how different they were. "Unfortunately for me, I am not nearly so interesting as my father."
To be fair to Pallidus, Zinzo was several hundreds of years old whereas Pallidus was only 27.
"I don't suppose it does count, but back home this late hour would be considered the 'day' for my people." Not sure if he's still welcome, Pallidus steps back a bit but hesitates, curious. "... Do you not need sleep?"
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She can sympathize with Pallidus's consternation at her demeanor. A defensive mechanism used to keep everybody away so she could conduct her research in peace back home didn't translate so well to making actual friends. Tyzias should probably try to tone it down, but... even a full sweep after leaving Alternia, old habits are hard to break.
"Oh, yeah. The sun's quite literally deadly fucking lasers basically kill anything that isn't already a corpse on my planet during the daytime. So, uh. Same worm. As for whether I need sleep... eh. Technically yes? But I'm an endurance insomniac; it'll take wwwway more than one sleepless night to KO me."
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"Ah, that's quite interesting. The sun's light is natural for most creatures back home, but Shadow Demons like myself are deathly allergic to it." If something terrified his father, then it was surely something that was not to be trifled with. "My youngest brother managed to survive up there during the dawn, somehow, possibly due to our mix of elven blood. But father was not pleased to hear about him taking such a risk."
Endurance insomniac, eh? That didn't sound healthy, but she wasn't the same kind of creature as himself. "Are you sure you shouldn't allow yourself at least a few hours of sleep? Won't you fall ill?"
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Tyzias waves away Pallidus's concern. It's touching, really, even if she has to forcibly divorce his words from the memories she has of the concern-trolling that Tagora inflicted on Tyzias during some particularly long study shifts that she'd pulled. "Eh, don't worry about it. I have a hearty constitution, believe it or not. I've stayed up wwwway longer than this with, like. Zero issue."
There's not actually a name for the world at large so we can just go with "Cavernae" if that's okay
"Cavernae. Also known as the Underworld, to those who live Above." Pallidus may not have ever seen the Upperworld outside of the glimpses he caught through the magic mirror, but that didn't mean he never would. Maybe someday, through some miracle or through a war, it would come to pass.
"If you insist then, I won't badger your about it." Now that all of her books were back in place, he glances around the room to the various stacks of unclaimed tomes and puzzles over where to start. "I'll leave you to your reading."
I feel like Palli infodumping about his world is a good place to end, wby?
But if he could, he'd find a startlingly extensive chronicle of every world that Tyzias has visited, studied, or even vaguely heard of; complete with surprisingly neat (if not particularly artistic) sketches. The journal is Tyzias's primary hobby outside of heroic feats, complaining, and studying. If she can find some unifying thread between all worlds, even those not touched by the Calamity, then maybe, just maybe, she could...
When Pallidus mentions that his home is belowground, Tyzias frowns thoughtfully, makes a note, and flips to a different page. This world's illustration features a skeleton, two nearly-identical children, and a family of goat monsters, all divided into different timelines. "No no no no. I'm curious, were there, like. Any other species in Cavernae? Or was it just the Shadow Demons?"
works for me!
As long as she's interested, he's perfectly happy to explain about his home. "Oh, there were many, many others. Humans tend to fear creatures that aren't like themselves, so Cavernae became a sort of safe haven for all who no longer wished to wage war over the land above..."
[And he goes on and on, etc. if you need more details we can hash that out whenevs.]