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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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"Yes, if you would." Emet-Selch says through a sigh. He finds somewhere nearby to sit and practically plops as his lack of energy gives way to gravity. It would be a relief not to have to make the journey all the way to the kitchen.
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Childe returns perhaps ten minutes later, this time with a corked jug of water and a small tray that includes on it a bowl full of some kind of liquid mush that almost resembles porridge but with far less bulk to it. He offers neither nor does he otherwise attempt to hand them over just yet once he's back with Emet-Selch, however.
Glancing around a moment, the young man considers before hesitantly nodding towards his elder's room door.
"...I get you were stuck in there, but we should either go in or go somewhere else to talk. The hallway might be a bad idea unless you feel like using communion, instead."
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It seems like a while before he is spoken to again.
He cracks his eyes open and warily looks at Childe. "As much as I detest hearing voices not of my own in my mind, I will make an exception in this instance." In other words. No. He is not going back in there for a while.
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Sitting down next to the older man he offers him the tray. ]
I'm sure you know to eat it slow, and feel free to dilute it more with the water. It's a little sweet. [ but it's better that way and more likely tolerated by the body with it looking for energy.
He'll set the jug in between them and shift to lean his head back against the wall, briefly staring up at the ceiling.
After about a minute of complete silence, Childe's voice will echo in the older Kenoma's mind. ]
I'm thinking this was a little bit overboard of a punishment for the circumstances. Do you believe they are trying to use fear to make us obey? Maybe it's just the situation where I come from, but withholding food is a really serious punishment, not something used for a slap on the wrist.
Three days is not the worst, but without water it's usually meant to send a message. Or do we somehow not actually need to drink water to survive, now?
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Oh, it tastes awful - as the noise he makes would attest to - but it has the sustainence that he needs. The difference he feels in his body is almost immediate. ]
'I can inform you from experience that we, indeed, still need nourishment all the same.'
[ He exhales deeply. ]
'The intent is to send a message to me; One that says they do not agree with my method of conduct. If the Regent's intent was to instill fear, they would have killed me in front of all of you. Instead, they chose to punish me while preserving my potential usefulness.'