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[ Someone might be back from their kidnapping, but given the presence that nudged her back to consciousness, Saten has other things on her mind. Things that she will be taking to the journal, nearly slamming the book open to send out her message. ]

Where is she?!

[ Saten you are going to need to be a little more specific there-- ]

I heard her! The spirit from before! She was just here! Why is she gone again?!

[ Unfortunately for both Saten and Twila, the death penalty that Saten has never realized she'd carried since being killed for hanging on to Twila is back in place within seconds of the two making contact, leaving her unable to hear filial spirits once more.

She'd assumed Twila was just gone this whole time, so now that she knows Twila is somewhere she has a whole new bone to pick with... well, no one in particular, which is why she's subjecting the entire village to it. Whoops. ]

[ Early in the morning of the 22nd, a figure can be found lying on the ground in the area between House 16 and the bridge. Said figure is slightly unconscious and wearing a new feather dress, but otherwise isn't too remarkable.

It takes about half an hour before she stirs. At first, Saten just pulls herself up to a sitting position, but after a moment she startles. ]

Wait! Where did you--?!

[ But before she can complete the thought, she gives a shout and grips her head in pain. Memories, so many memories come flooding back all at once, leaving her dazed and reeling. But as she regains her awareness of the world around her, one very important realization strikes her:

She was put in a white dress again.

Several seconds later, she's naked and making her way towards the clothing shop, a determined and frustrated expression on her face. Once she gets some new clothes to tide her over (not white, never white) she makes her way back to CH7 where she's going to hole herself up with her dead plants for a while.

The only consolation is that it didn't take another few millenia to come back to life this time. ]

[ With winter coming around, the days are getting shorter. It's a much more pronounced effect than it was back on her world, with frost and snow being rare in all but the most northern and southern regions.

It's not that she minds the cold. It's annoying, but it doesn't affect her the same way it would someone whose primary reliance is on flesh and blood.

No, what she minds is the reminder that she's alone. It's not something she thought she'd care about. But between the last experiment where she interacted with so many people, approaching her third year in this place, and the strange lack of comfort from this darkness which isn't her own, Saten is finally facing the fact that this is the first time in her entire life that she's really been alone.

She takes the opportunity presented by the warmth of the heat wave to settle down on the roof of CH7, just as the sun begins to set. Watching dying light is always comforting in a twisted way. ]

Who else out there is aligned with darkness?

[ With the New Feather cycle still going, one might mistake the woman sitting against the fountain this afternoon in the pouring rain for a newcomer. Certainly the white dress she's discarded next to her would indicate such. But Saten's not new, just fresh back from her Mallynapping.

Initially, she doesn't have the energy to make her way even to the clothes shop. So for a good hour or two, she sits naked in the rain next to the fountain. Finally she manages to get to her feet and goes to the clothes shop, where she picks up something appropriately not white. Then she heads to CH7, where she's not quite ready to make her way up seven flights of stairs on foot. Instead she spends the rest of the day sitting against the building, because hey, she's already soaked. Once the sun goes down, she uses the darkness to slip up to her room.

... At least it's not too cold out? ]

[ At about midday on your lovely, hot and muggy Wednesday, the loud splash of someone unceremoniously returned from kidnapping via being dropped in the fountain can be heard in the center of town. It takes a few seconds before said someone pulls her head up from under the water, coughing loudly.

Saten flounders about for several seconds before seeming to regain her bearings. She only wastes a second looking around her, realizing she's back in the village, before she returns to splashing about, much more frantic than she normally appears as she searches in the water. ] Where is it, I know it's here, it's here...

[ About a minute later she finally pulls herself out of the fountain, a feather gripped in her right hand. It's pitch black, longer than any feathers in her filial wings by a noticeable amount, and she's clutching it tight enough that her knuckles are going white. Saten pauses on the edge of the fountain, breathing heavily, resting and drying off.

The rage will kick in when the shock wears off. For now, she's just relieved to have it back. ]

((ooc: not sure how often I'll be able to tag back, but I'm free for now))

[ Around mid-day, anyone in CH7 might hear a bit of commotion. Not just the usual bots off to kidnap someone. No, this is a bit more of a ruckus than your average fare. ]

I REFUSE!

[ It echoes from the top floor, immediately followed by a distinctly louder

BOOM

and the sound of falling debris. When the dust clears, the entirety of floor 8 from about a foot off the floor upwards is simply destroyed, the culprit gone, and the wood and some metal is falling to the ground around the building. It's almost completely splintered, so it shouldn't cause too much damage... ]

As much as I don't mind the rain, [ though something in her tone makes it very clear that this is not actually the case, ] I was looking forward to the chance to dry off a bit. Just me?

[ And of course the best way to stay dry is to go sit in the thunderstorm, right?

Because that's what Saten can be found doing today. She'll be sitting on the edge of rooftops and looking down onto the streets, moving around to watch people. Maybe even staring into windows if she's bored enough.

Feel free to find her on top of any building. She's not really picky. One thing that's a bit noticeable is that she seems to be a little fuzzy at the edges, especially at her extremities. Looks like even she didn't make out unscathed. ]

(tags might be a bit sporadic, and sob I will be hitting up the draft posts soon I swear)

[ So the festival got her thinking, and now that Saten has internalized her anger enough to wait for a more opportune moment to use it, she might as well kill some time. The following question goes out over the journal. Short. To the point. ]

What sort of deities do your worlds have?

[ Then there's a quick pause of a couple seconds, and she decides she might as well play her hand. In theory, this would draw out both friends and enemies instantly, but the automatic translation messes up her plans and instead of a language completely unintelligible to any but her minions, the following speech comes out a bit airier, with more flow and elegance to it than the previous, but understandable to everyone nonetheless. ]

Are any of you here as well?

[ Seeing as Luceti is currently in the middle of a heat wave, it's not unfathomable that residents might be shedding a bit more clothing then they have been in the preceding weeks.

However, it is probably far from warm enough for anyone to expect the woman who strides indifferently into the central plaza to be completely, completely naked, New Feather dress nowhere to be found.

She stops and looks around, and, satisfied that this is probably a central location, calls out in a reasonably loud voice, ]

Hey! Are there any decent clothes around here?!

[ Whoever brought her here had tried to put her in a white dress. Really. ]

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Entries tagged with someone's not amused

16 Black Feathers [Voice]

13 Black Feathers [Action]

10 Black Feathers [Voice]

9 Black Feathers [action]

5 Black Feathers [Action]

4 Black Feathers [Action] Backdated to idk, the 1st?

3 Black Feathers [Voice/Action]

2 Black Feathers [Voice]

1 Black Feather [Action]