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aionlogs2022-08-20 11:03 pm
hippocarnival) wrote in aionlogs2022-08-20 11:03 pm
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Who: Yuya, Teen Boodlites (and Basil), you
What: A bunch of teens get unruly in the "celebration" of the festival.
Where Godsblood
When: Firaseri - before the raid.
Warnings: Rude teen language?? It's like PG-13.
[The immediate days of realizing Abel and Himeka are kidnapped are... stressful. Yuya largely mopes around Greentruth, stressed and unsure. His conversation with Amos isn't... reassuring. Really, it just affirms they need to get them out of Achamoth as soon as possible. But it clarifying, and reminds Yuya to rely on those who have the brains to actually piece together a plan and just be ready to execute it--if there ends up being any part of it he can.
So he forces himself to a change of scenery and slides into Godsblood. Not to do odd jobs, as he usually picks up for a little spending money now and then. Just to... exist. So he's wandering around on his own, head kept a little low and staying out of people's way as he takes random routes through the streets. He's always had a tendency to wander when his head is too full of things. He ducks in one of the alleys to cross it, but stops as he looks up just in time to realize it's blocked up by... other teenagers. All crowded around, some with hoods up. One of them looks up at him, and as they do the other four join in. And Yuya stares right back.
Um.]
[A]
[Well, once it's obvious he's also a wayward teenager whose parents don't know where he is (don't think about why that is), they're surprisingly quick to invite him into the group. It started as a couple friends just looking to let lose, but then they met Bas and heard about how he stood up against the Regent. And Godsblood, there's been a lot of talk about how the Pleroma seemingly prevented that ensure execution--that the Regent isn't as all powerful as they've seemed.
It's certainly invigorated the youth, and now they've collected themselves for a greater purpose of rebellion. Yuya may not normally stick out in Godsblood, but he is bright and so they stuff him in a dark hooded coat to try and keep him from being too obvious.
You might catch them huddled up, whispering to each other--but they're all quick to hush up if they realize they're approached, looking warily as if expecting reproach before they've even done anything.
But through the afternoon their strategy starts to spread around--rambunctious children who keep snatching crates to stand on in the middle of the markets, in front of the town hall, or the guilds, and openly talk smack about the Regent. They never stick in one place for long as some of the less tolerant Bloodites shoo them off. For those brief moments of soapboxing though, they encourage the attention--and even Yuya gets in on it, feeling a little invincible to yell about the Regent without repercussion.
...
But so much yelling requires a break, so if one were to wait, or just happen to walk by, they'll catch Yuya in full view with the rest of the teens, everyone sitting and chatting as they eat their fill of snack rolls and drink down water. He's more relaxed than he has been since the Regent's address, and in that moment really looks like just a normal kid.]
[B]
Is this... okay?
[It's the evening, the sun already to the horizon and as people are closing themselves inside for the night, the Teens are still at it. Down at the docks, by large shipping crates and a warehouse, Yuya squats with two other teenagers.
"Yeah, it's cool." The one on his left responds to him. Though obscured by a hooded coat, those who joined the boat from Venera to Godsblood last month might recognize the voice as the boy who had been on the Regent's list and was taken away for hiding--Bas(il).
"Since there's three of us, if anyone approaches we'll rush them all at once and then run. You can do some sort of magic... right?"
Yuya grimances, putting a finger to his mouth.] Shh! I'm not good at fighting, so lets just... do this quickly so we don't get caught.
["This" appears to be related to the cans of paint on the ground between them. Bas starts to pry one open.]
What: A bunch of teens get unruly in the "celebration" of the festival.
Where Godsblood
When: Firaseri - before the raid.
Warnings: Rude teen language?? It's like PG-13.
[The immediate days of realizing Abel and Himeka are kidnapped are... stressful. Yuya largely mopes around Greentruth, stressed and unsure. His conversation with Amos isn't... reassuring. Really, it just affirms they need to get them out of Achamoth as soon as possible. But it clarifying, and reminds Yuya to rely on those who have the brains to actually piece together a plan and just be ready to execute it--if there ends up being any part of it he can.
So he forces himself to a change of scenery and slides into Godsblood. Not to do odd jobs, as he usually picks up for a little spending money now and then. Just to... exist. So he's wandering around on his own, head kept a little low and staying out of people's way as he takes random routes through the streets. He's always had a tendency to wander when his head is too full of things. He ducks in one of the alleys to cross it, but stops as he looks up just in time to realize it's blocked up by... other teenagers. All crowded around, some with hoods up. One of them looks up at him, and as they do the other four join in. And Yuya stares right back.
Um.]
[A]
[Well, once it's obvious he's also a wayward teenager whose parents don't know where he is (don't think about why that is), they're surprisingly quick to invite him into the group. It started as a couple friends just looking to let lose, but then they met Bas and heard about how he stood up against the Regent. And Godsblood, there's been a lot of talk about how the Pleroma seemingly prevented that ensure execution--that the Regent isn't as all powerful as they've seemed.
It's certainly invigorated the youth, and now they've collected themselves for a greater purpose of rebellion. Yuya may not normally stick out in Godsblood, but he is bright and so they stuff him in a dark hooded coat to try and keep him from being too obvious.
You might catch them huddled up, whispering to each other--but they're all quick to hush up if they realize they're approached, looking warily as if expecting reproach before they've even done anything.
But through the afternoon their strategy starts to spread around--rambunctious children who keep snatching crates to stand on in the middle of the markets, in front of the town hall, or the guilds, and openly talk smack about the Regent. They never stick in one place for long as some of the less tolerant Bloodites shoo them off. For those brief moments of soapboxing though, they encourage the attention--and even Yuya gets in on it, feeling a little invincible to yell about the Regent without repercussion.
...
But so much yelling requires a break, so if one were to wait, or just happen to walk by, they'll catch Yuya in full view with the rest of the teens, everyone sitting and chatting as they eat their fill of snack rolls and drink down water. He's more relaxed than he has been since the Regent's address, and in that moment really looks like just a normal kid.]
[B]
Is this... okay?
[It's the evening, the sun already to the horizon and as people are closing themselves inside for the night, the Teens are still at it. Down at the docks, by large shipping crates and a warehouse, Yuya squats with two other teenagers.
"Yeah, it's cool." The one on his left responds to him. Though obscured by a hooded coat, those who joined the boat from Venera to Godsblood last month might recognize the voice as the boy who had been on the Regent's list and was taken away for hiding--Bas(il).
"Since there's three of us, if anyone approaches we'll rush them all at once and then run. You can do some sort of magic... right?"
Yuya grimances, putting a finger to his mouth.] Shh! I'm not good at fighting, so lets just... do this quickly so we don't get caught.
["This" appears to be related to the cans of paint on the ground between them. Bas starts to pry one open.]