snowblindrpg | [log] double meetup bonanza [closed]

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[log] double meetup bonanza [closed]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, and the Cat, plus Steph and then Ecks and Castiel
Location: Building 263, then building 254.
Date: Day 246, midday then evening.
Summary: A bird, a crab, and a cat play courier to a super hero and a quilt person. Also, an angel is there.
Warnings: Discussion of/allusion to anomaly murders.

263: A small office building. It's the sort that looks like it should attach to some larger facility, but whatever it might have connected to is long gone. It's two stories: the first contains a small lobby area, a waiting room, and an area for secretaries. Going upstairs reveals a small honeycomb of eerily empty cubicles. There are desks and chairs in each one, but nothing on any desk or placed on any of the cubicle walls. There's one small one-person office in the back that's similarly empty, and two public bathrooms that work, though the water runs cold. On the wall by the desk in the one-person office, a drawing that says "I love you, Daddy!" has been adhered with cat stickers. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.

254: This skyscraper is half-ruined: the top of it has clearly collapsed. Still, it's large enough to work as a landmark, what's left seems stable enough, and the doors still work. Going inside reveals a fairly standard-looking lobby. The marble floors were probably pretty once, but are now dusty and cracked. Any signage indicating what this building was for is long-gone, and instead graffiti speaking of the prophet and eye symbols dot the walls.

The elevator shaft and the door to the stairs both open, but there's no elevator car, so it's best to take the stairs. Most of the doors here are ruined, crushed by rubble and debris and impassable, though there wouldn't be anything of use in crushed floors anyway. The top floor, however, is intact, and stepping in reveals what was probably once a floor for offices, though now everything is empty. There is a symbol of the prophet drawn in red paint on the floor by the door, and then a line that can be followed in one of three directions. Each one leads to one of the three skybridges in this building.

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[It is sometime earlier in the evening when Davesprite finds himself host to a sudden lap invader. He was poking at his tablet, but not at anything too important just yet, so he sets it down at his side.]

'Sup, Fancy Feast. How's things?

They are well enough.

[ He takes some time to settle himself, letting one front leg stretch all the way out past the edge of Davesprite's lap. ]

What are you up to this evening?

[Davesprite leans back slightly, propping himself against his hands, and lets the Cat get comfortable. There's a whole interesting process to it, one he's not even used to. Jaspersprite was too big for it. It didn't stop him from trying, but this is much more manageable.]

[At least the Cat doesn't also try to hunt him. #birdproblems]

Not much, just poking at stuff while I relax. Kind of been a long day.

[Meeting with people, chats on and off the network, the heavy list on the obituary, the weight of things still lingering from the past few days. The line of his mouth twitches on that thought. He's sore too, predictably, but he's gotten used to it being there in the background.]

[His voice is softer as he muses,]

I never did get to asking about your anomaly. Karkat's told me about his, but you're kind of a mystery.

[Beyond his comparative ease in dealing with it in the end, but he's not sure he wants to ask about that aspect so bluntly. Not yet.]

[ He does finally get comfortable, though it involves a great deal of kneading and shifting in at least one full circle. Once he's comfortable he goes still, the end of his tail barely twitching. ]

Would you like to hear it then? The story of Alanna the Lioness?

Literal lion or figurative lion?

[It's hard to tell, given the circumstances. He's curious either way.]

She is a lady knight. The first in Tortall in over a century.

Hell yes, I'm down. I'm a knight, but only because the game assigned me that, and I'm a dude so that's boring. Tell me how many asses she kicked. How'd she make it to knighthood, Meow Mix?

With great difficulty. Girls are not permitted to become pages and try for their shields.

But she had a twin brother who didn't care for warrior arts and a father who didn't care for either of them. They changed places, and while Thom went to the convent to learn magic Alanna disguised herself as a boy and began her training.

I joined her in her squiredom, as a favor to the Goddess who favors her.

Man, I don't get that. What's the point of not allowing them to train? Both the girls on my team could kick my ass if they wanted.

[They weren't knights or even sword-users, but still.]

How does the process work? I take it page and squire are what you are before the full knighthood, right?

Humans try to make sense of the world they live in, and often fail.

[ That's the most succinct explanation he can give for it. He could explain the fear of the men that they would lose control, and the gradual shift towards the notion that women must be gentle, which turned over the decades into law. But that would take a long time, and that is not this story. ]

Noble's children come to the palace at the age of 10, and spend 4 years learning, training and serving the court as pages before they are made squires. Then they are taken into a knight's service for 4 years, after which they are permitted to undergo the Ordeal of Knighthood.

Should they survive the Ordeal without uttering a sound, they are made knights.

[Davesprite shrugs at that. He can't really argue it, and there's soon other things to focus on.]

[It's... interesting. More formal and maybe more strict than what he went through, but a shorter period of time overall. Clearly delineated. Not just thirteen years of Bro training him by his own inscrutable process.]

... And what's this Ordeal?

[All else aside, "without uttering a sound" sounds ominous.]

[ How to describe the Ordeal... ]

There is a room made of stone in the depths of the palace, called the Chamber of the Ordeal. But it is more than simply a room. It is forbidden to tell what happens within the Chamber, but those who are unsuited to knighthood are... broken. They cry out, or they die, or they go mad.

[His eyebrows draw in.]

And everybody's just okay with that? They don't stop and realize, woah dudes, maybe we ought to pick a rite of passage that's not super fucked up? Maybe one that doesn't make our candidates die or lose their goddamn minds? Or am I just asking too much here?

They know the risk they take. Very few fail the Ordeal. The teachers know the signs, and poor candidates can be discouraged. Those who make it to the Ordeal despite that...

Better that they perish before they have the chance to cost countless innocent lives perverting the power and responsibility of a knight of the realm.

[ He says it so matter-of-factly, with just a hint of an edge. He's seen the harm that knights can do when their privilege is abused. ]

[His jaw tightens. He says it so easily, but the idea still grates at him. A challenge nobody knows before they take it, with risks like that, and the assumption that whoever fails must be a danger waiting to happen. How does he know? How is he supposed to trust something like that when he won't even say what the Ordeal is?]

[He nudges the Cat carefully but firmly off his lap, then rises upright.]

I'm going to go have another look around.

[ The Cat gets up, making a very discontented sound. He was finally comfortable, too. ]

Very well.

[He goes, leaving his things where they are, because he at least trusts the Cat not to mess with them or take anything. He drifts around the current floor, heads on up the stairs, drifts around the top one. He does look for whatever might be useful, but his mind is stuck the whole time on what the Cat told him.]

[It doesn't seem fair that something that neatly structured would have its own secret mind game at the end. Survive silent and impassive, or else suffer potential death. How is that right? How do they know whoever fails is as bad as they say? He stairs at the arrows to the skybridges there on the top floor, and it's a good while before he comes back down to find the Cat again.]

Yo, Friskies?

[He'll check by his stuff, but he doesn't know if the Cat has scooted off elsewhere by now.]

[ He did actually end up taking a nap. Complain as he might, it isn't hard for him to find a place to get comfortable.

He yawns and opens his eyes. ]

Yes?

[Davesprite settles himself down on the floor beside him, sat against a curl of his tail.]

How do you know the people who fail the Ordeal are actually that bad? Is there some magic mind-reading process involved?

[ Now that he's awake, that tail starts to flick some, smacking Davesprite gently. ]

There is, for the Chamber. Often the evidence is not so discreet. The last failure I recall, it was discovered that the squire was in the habit of torturing small animals.

[There's what he needed to hear. He lets out a slow, deep exhale, his hand settles over his face, and he takes a pause to let it settle in. It was going to keep bothering him without an answer. The soft slap of the Cat's tail grounds him.]

Okay. Fucked up of that dude, but that's... better than it could be. As a kind of test.

[He puts his hand down.]

You want to go back to telling me about Alanna?

[ The Cat sniffs it, considering. ]

As you like.

Duke Roger of Conte was next in line for the throne after Prince Jonathan. He conspired to kill the king, queen and prince slowly, over the course of years, so that their deaths might appear natural and he could take the throne without question. He was a powerful mage, and arranged it so that anyone in a position to suspect him would find they were simply not inclined to think of it for very long.

During her Ordeal, Alanna broke through this spell. After she was knighted she broke into his rooms and found evidence of his crime, which she then presented to the court. Roger demanded trial by combat, and Alanna killed him.

[Shockingly, his weird bird hand smells like a weird bird hand. He takes the sniffing as cue to scritch at his scruff and shoulder area, but his fingers still at the end there.]

So you got fucked up political shenanigans too. Kinda glad that wasn't part of my role. Plus, gotta say, trial by combat sounds pretty flawed as a concept. It worked out there, but what if you get an actual criminal who just kills his accuser every time?

... What part did you have in everything, though? You said you joined her when she was still a squire.

Trial by combat must be approved by the king, and is a privilege given only to the nobility.

[ Which has its own issues, but baby steps. Baby steps. ]

I am not permitted to interfere in major events, but otherwise I am free to do as I like. I watched over her, gave her advice, and helped her when she needed it.

[He looks skeptical still, in his restrained way, but doesn't push it further. He winds up leaning on his hand again.]

Is that what you're trying to do here, with us? Or does the part where the admin up and yanked your fluffy ass to Alaska negate that premise? You seem like you do whatever you want a lot of the time, but it's honestly kind of hard to imagine how the whole literal constellation turned into a feline thing works out for goal or directives. How does finding the warmest lap to sit on measure against advising teens on their life problems? It sounds like something that would get boring after enough centuries.

here we go for anomaly chats

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I READ HER BOOKS. I am fuzzy on details because of time but I know I did

She was so formative for me *_*

a friend rec'd them to me some years back

I can't remember if I read them or Immortals first but that was middle school

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She was so formative for me _