first_darkness | Entries tagged with who needs to lie low anyway

[ 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. ]

[ It's early in the morning when it happens.

A small area of black appears near the fountain, just floating in the air. As the minutes pass, it slowly grows until it's about ten feet in diameter, even partially consuming the fountain. About ten minutes after it first appears, Saten fades into view in the very middle, appearing almost as if she's asleep. She floats there for about three seconds before abruptly dropping to the ground.

At that, she seems to wake up. She lifts her head after a moment and slowly looks around. It takes several more seconds before she slowly pulls herself to her feet.

She spends a while looking about her, but before too long the fountain catches her attention. Or in particular, the water in the fountain. When you've never seen anything before, fluid dynamics are absolutely fascinating. So despite the fact that everything non-living within a five foot radius of her turns pitch black, she spends the next several hours running her hand through and splashing at the water. After all, she can see it just fine.

She can be found in the vicinity of the fountain for pretty much the rest of the day and well into the night. Saten is more than content with just staying where she is and observing everything around her for a while. She may not be dressed like a New Feather, but she does seem to be acting a lot like one. ]

[ 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?

[ Underground means darkness and poorly lit areas. That's the good news. The bad news is it also means people prancing around with their little lights, and that doesn't agree with pitch darkness too well.

Working alone is always so much easier, anyway. ]

If you're also going out on this little adventure? Allow me to give you some advice.

Don't get in my way unless you plan to die with them.

[ That should do it. Simple and to the point. ]

[ If you happen to be anywhere between the tunnel entrance and the top floor of CH7 today, you may happen to notice Saten as she makes her way back home from her mission.

It's not the fact that she's in a good mood that really warrants attention. It's not even that the light near her feet is flickering, the shadow coming off of her ebbing and flowing but always seeming larger than the shadow her body should be casting.

No, what might warrant attention is that she is laughing her head off. ]

Aah. That was such fun...

[ 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... ]

[ 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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That's with an 'e'.

I swear, one little miscopy and suddenly the whole world is spelling it wrong.

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