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The Door Opens
WHO: Emet and open to any Kenoma
WHAT: After being confined, Emet gets out and explores
WHERE: Various locations around Achamoth
WHEN: Three days after this.
WARNINGS: None right now.
After his exit from the dinner party, Emet-Selch appears in his room amidst a billow of black and purple. He can immediately sense a change in the air, as if there are eyes watching him from some undefined place. The presence is the familiar one from the Dining Hall.
He inhales deeply and sighs. "Oh? Have I earned your attention now? How gracious." He takes a few steps to a luxurious cushioned chair and sits. As if in reply, the bolt on the door to the room clicks shut.
I. Days Later, The Door Opens
It becomes clear that the room is meant to be his prison. With no clear exit, fixtures that are impervious to magic or tampering, no assistance from the outside, and no food or water, the thought does arise on whether it is meant to be a grave as well.Â
Three days on and the lack of nourishment has made him weary. Thinking turns difficult, as does all else. He resigns to sitting in the same cushioned chair with his head resting on the back, eyes closed as he tries to gather his thoughts for a viable solution. There is a book on his lap that he has since stopped reading for lack of clear focus.
It's then that the bolt to the door clicks noisily, indicating that it is unlocked. He drearily peeks at it from across the room.
Emet-Selch stands - steadies himself with a hand to his forehead - and makes for the door. Finding some food and water would need to be the utmost priority.
II. The Library
It seems that the natives take particular 'notice' of his presence. People part in an effort to avoid him as he moves through the crowd on his way to find the Library. Many give the mark on his wrist a disapproving glance. Nevertheless, Emet-Selch can't help but give a small smile of delight. "A true blessing to move about wholly unbothered." He comments. Perhaps the Regent's ire is owed a commendation for this one thing.
He sighs. "Although that does make finding the Library a much more laborious task." So he explores as much as he can in order to find a room filled with books. Perhaps it would have more about this world. Or the meaning behind the sigil he now bore.
III. Magic Lessons
With that excursion out of the way, now comes the matter of looking for a place to work. There must be some open field or facility meant to train individuals - this city has a military, after all. So he sets out to explore the Citadel.Â
Once he finds a suitable open area, Emet-Selch begins to work. His magic has been strange to him since arriving and this is a good opportunity to work on it with so few people vying for his attention.
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He lifts a palm into the air and tries summoning his creation magic to make the smallest of things. Any observers may see him motioning at nothing in the air with his palm, a few glimmers of magic sparking in the air now and again as he tries to conjure. Frustratingly, nothing seems to take form...
IV. Other?
HMU If you'd like another prompt!
WHAT: After being confined, Emet gets out and explores
WHERE: Various locations around Achamoth
WHEN: Three days after this.
WARNINGS: None right now.
After his exit from the dinner party, Emet-Selch appears in his room amidst a billow of black and purple. He can immediately sense a change in the air, as if there are eyes watching him from some undefined place. The presence is the familiar one from the Dining Hall.
He inhales deeply and sighs. "Oh? Have I earned your attention now? How gracious." He takes a few steps to a luxurious cushioned chair and sits. As if in reply, the bolt on the door to the room clicks shut.
I. Days Later, The Door Opens
It becomes clear that the room is meant to be his prison. With no clear exit, fixtures that are impervious to magic or tampering, no assistance from the outside, and no food or water, the thought does arise on whether it is meant to be a grave as well.Â
Three days on and the lack of nourishment has made him weary. Thinking turns difficult, as does all else. He resigns to sitting in the same cushioned chair with his head resting on the back, eyes closed as he tries to gather his thoughts for a viable solution. There is a book on his lap that he has since stopped reading for lack of clear focus.
It's then that the bolt to the door clicks noisily, indicating that it is unlocked. He drearily peeks at it from across the room.
Emet-Selch stands - steadies himself with a hand to his forehead - and makes for the door. Finding some food and water would need to be the utmost priority.
II. The Library
It seems that the natives take particular 'notice' of his presence. People part in an effort to avoid him as he moves through the crowd on his way to find the Library. Many give the mark on his wrist a disapproving glance. Nevertheless, Emet-Selch can't help but give a small smile of delight. "A true blessing to move about wholly unbothered." He comments. Perhaps the Regent's ire is owed a commendation for this one thing.
He sighs. "Although that does make finding the Library a much more laborious task." So he explores as much as he can in order to find a room filled with books. Perhaps it would have more about this world. Or the meaning behind the sigil he now bore.
III. Magic Lessons
With that excursion out of the way, now comes the matter of looking for a place to work. There must be some open field or facility meant to train individuals - this city has a military, after all. So he sets out to explore the Citadel.Â
Once he finds a suitable open area, Emet-Selch begins to work. His magic has been strange to him since arriving and this is a good opportunity to work on it with so few people vying for his attention.
Â
He lifts a palm into the air and tries summoning his creation magic to make the smallest of things. Any observers may see him motioning at nothing in the air with his palm, a few glimmers of magic sparking in the air now and again as he tries to conjure. Frustratingly, nothing seems to take form...
IV. Other?
HMU If you'd like another prompt!
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It seems they've managed to get more detail about him in the process, too. Though the question it brings from Howl makes his smile fade. It's not out of anger or unwillingness to talk about it, but out of sadness.Â
There is a small pause before he begins to answer. ]
I am not human. I am not Garlean. The name of what I am has been lost to time for many, and they now simply refer to me as "Ascian".Â
We are a people who lived long ago. We valued learning, discussion, creation, and working together towards the betterment of our Star. Our differences paled in comparison to what we had in common.
[ His grief had not been so evident in the cave when they were given that vile concoction, but as he speaks about his people the overwhelming grief is unmistakable. The look in his eyes and the feeling that could be felt through their link would be absolutely crushing, made only worse by the feeling of sorrow that bubbles up within him, threatening to consume. ]
When a disaster befell our world all but four of us were lost to its onslaught. As time marched on our numbers dwindled further. Now... I am all that remains.
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The room around Howl begins to blur as tears well up in his eyes. This sadness is just so strong. Too strong. And the same shamelessness that lets him throw tantrums without concern for others' opinions of him allows him to react so genuinely now. To think that Emet-Selch lost his world once already, and has now been subjected to it a second time by coming here... How does he function? The young, heartless wizard can't imagine. ]
...I'm sorry. [ His voice is quiet and strained. After what felt like an eternity, Howl looks away, and the movement makes tears spill from his eyes. He does not reach up to wipe them away. ] I... I did not mean to ask something so upsetting.
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No. [ He says this firmly. ] Others must know about them. The only thing that will break my heart more is the knowledge that they have all been forgotten.
[ With that said, He stands and makes his way to a nearby dresser where he retrieves a folded square of cloth. He makes his way back and sets the piece of fabric by Howl's tea - a silent offering of a handkerchief. ]