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INTRO MINGLE
cittàgazze: week 0 intro
the city of magpies
the city of magpies
40 Remain
Whatever you were doing previously, wherever you were, you come back into yourself very abruptly, after going through a haze. Quite literally, as it turns out. You and your daemon are left to wander through a thick, cloying fog, where sights and sounds are muffled. All attempts to call out don't result in much, and your voice is just swallowed up. At least you're not alone—no matter their form, you know who and what they are, and they stick close to you, just as without answers as you are. How unfortunate.
But your feet carry you until, finally, the actual fog clears—at least, enough to let you see the street you walk along—and now your surroundings are a little more apparent. Even if you're far from home, maybe in less than ideal condition at the moment, at least you're not alone in this? Turns out it isn't just the two of you. As if they've walked right out of the fog, themselves, there are others on this long boulevard lined with palm trees, breathing in the stormy sea air, just like you.
Hard to say where you've wound up, and just when in the day, with the storm overhead. It's not night, that's for sure, and it's some sort of city, though it looks a little... worn down. Abandoned. Weird. Where are all the people, besides you? There's movement, occasionally, but whoever it is skitters away and disappears before you have a chance to get a closer look—at first, anyways. Maybe you can catch them after exploring a bit?
... though, maybe you want to change, first? ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ) Wow, you're really dressed up for... well, what sort of occasion would warrant this...
Some further walking on the boulevard leads you along storefronts of various kinds, but one in particular stands out. Looks like there's a message that's been posted up on a shop bulletin board, standing out due to intent. Just pinned in place, after the rest of it was obviously cleared out in a hurry, with some pages having been torn off and leaving corners and bits behind.
- The note's colors seem to change dependent on the angle you're looking at it from, either shimmery gold or silver, with a faint sheen of another color that varies depending on the penmanship.
In handwriting that barely seems legible will read the following: I hope you enjoy my gift!! And don't worry you're ALL beautiful. ;)
In loopy but legible handwriting, with little hearts for the dots over their I's: We'll try to get some answers for you guys, since I'm sure you have a lot of questions. For now, check out the shop for some bags! I'm sorry that it's not much, considering the situation, but if there's anything else you need—there's plenty of other shops around the city. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!!
Just below that in neat handwriting that almost looks straight out of a text book: I know it might be scary to find yourselves in a new place, but I promise that things will be okay. We'll make sure it's okay. Maybe there's something here that you can find out before we can get to you. Try to get along the meantime—we'll talk to you as soon as we can.
And in bubbly handwriting at the bottom: Sorry we can't welcome you in person yet, but we'll be there soon! We're trying to work out some things right now, like how to get your stuff back to you. You're in a safe place, though, so try to take it easy and stick together until we get there, okay? See you soon!
Inside the shop, it's as the message says: there are bags neatly lined up. There's something... enchanted about them, almost, that leads you to the one that is apparently yours, and prevents anyone else from picking up someone else's. (Literally, like they weigh a ton, even if you're normally capable of lifting said ton.) The enchantment wears off once you've claimed your bag. Each one contains:
- ★ a travel size first aid kit, with bandages, gauze pads, and a little tube of antibiotic ointment
★ a small dessert box of edible sugar flowers
★ a coupon for a meal at the Hotel Nido di Gazza
★ a golden coin, specific to you and your daemon alone
At present, a thick fog and threatening thunderclouds have encased the city. Rain is intermittent, as are the flashes of lightning, but it's a rather oppressive atmosphere to welcome you in with. Any attempts to leave the city walls, or to step off of the boulevard into the unknown (even if you can clearly see the sand of the beach, hear the waves beyond, see a beacon of light cutting through the thick fog), will be met with a feeling of dread and your steps turning you back around into the city proper again. Your daemons may even tug at your clothes with a self preservation instinct that kicks in for the both of you. Isn't it safer here?
welcome to cittàgazze
Hello, everybody! Welcome to the start of the game—please enjoy the weekend zero intro to the fullest, as we get everyone settled in, and feel free to explore the setting to your heart's contents. Additionally, please note two things of particular interest as your characters familiarize themselves with their new home away from home:
The first, of course, being that IC profiles are not ICly available yet. Once they are, we'll let you know. Just make sure you're filling them out this weekend!
The second is that your character does not have their item from home or canon changes of clothes yet. If you'd like to change out of the clothing that you've been so graciously given—why? They're nice, aren't they? Don't you appreciate them? But I guess you can raid the homes and shops of the city, if need be, until further notice. Clothing styles are 90s function over fashion you might find in a humid climate like this one, though there are some... outdated, if simple, trendier styles available.
Let the mods know if you need anything, and enjoy!
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cafe
...make that a 2x judging grimace because— ]
Just take it off and wear your cosplay.
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[Even though he really hates these weird nun clothes. Not that he even knows what a nun is, or that it's called that, haha]
Wear my what, exactly?
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Hold up, are you another spirit? Cause you can go fuck right off.
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[Revali says that and remembers a bit too late that no, he's not a spirit anymore. He's alive again. Whooops. Oh well, no big deal. The sentiment is the same: to get this guy to leave him alone]
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[ you know he always wanted to do this to a spirit but didn't because he had someone around to tell him that it was stupid. too bad (?) kaoru isn't here.
in a step akira steps forward, pulls back his right fist and throws a punch at this "bird spirit". aimed for the torso cause he'd rather go for the bigger, surer, target. ]
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He's not the sort to just brush aside an attack like that]
You asked for it.
[Fun things! Revali's upper body strength is quite formidable! Not only from flight, but also because he has trained quite hard. His speed is also quite great! Unfortunately for him -- and fortunately for Akira -- he doesn't have his bow and even if he did, he'd be unable to fly, so he can't do any harm other than bruises and scratches, if Akira gives him a chance. Also he's wearing a nun outfit, that hampers movement. It all really evens out the odds.
His idea is to smack Akira down to the ground, where he'd be vulnerable to the talons! While with one wing he still is ready to defend himself, he swings the other downwards, trying to hit Akira on the top of the head or the shoulders, trying to stun or unbalance him!]
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[ akira may have pulled his punch a little, cause he was honestly expecting to hit air so finding purchase even if it's blocked, is welcome. he's grinning now, eyes flashing as he sidesteps the wing in one fluid movement, going for a sweeping leg kick in return.
he may be someone with a hairtrigger temper, but he's apparently well trained in fighting, more than you would expect a brat like him to be. ]
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Perhaps trying to beat him down isn't going to work, though...hm. While Revali kicks to parry Akira's -- and feel the brunt of that kick because wow, Revali's legs may not be weak but that sure isn't what he has trained the most, he actually feels the brunt of that kick -- he looks away, at the entrance.
Well, that's a plan B. If subduing this guy won't work then perhaps pushing him away will be okay. Stumbling forward a little because one leg is aching, Revali extends his wings and pushes forward, trying to direct Akira towards the door]
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[Okay, it's working! Not that Revali can resist shoving forward with a talon as well, as if he's trying to add insult to injury. Or more like injury to insult, apparently]
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revali doesn't deserve this but sometimes you are an enraged teenage boy with no brakes. ]
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Forget pushing him away, Revali stesp back, glaring, wings curled, tense, bracing himself. He's pretty much preparing himself to go all-out if necessary, anything to get this idiot to back down!]
Don't blame me for giving you what you deserve!
[This is it! You're going down, Akira!]
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Enough.
[He's not going to ask what's going on here because he doesn't care, he's just ending it.]
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akira really should have better sense of his surroundings and usually he does, but this entire day has thrown him for a loop birdman included. also usually people can't just scruff him like that given his size but today is a day for oddities. ]
Who the fuck are you, the police?
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.......
...but getting into more fights right now probably is only going to cause more trouble in the long run. Akira over there doesn't seem like he's in cahoots with the tall newcomer]
Hmph.
[...inwardly he's glad he wasn't the one grabbed like that. Sucks to be you, Akira]
It seems luck is on your side today.
[That's...as good of an acknowledgment as it can get, apparently -- his way of saying that fine, fine, he won't continue, fine. Revali is closer to being a belligerent teenager than an adult. Someone intervening tends to get him to stop fighting and insulting those he deems deserving of his scorn]
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I don't need to be a member of law enforcement to see that fighting each other does no one any good at the moment, when our situation is so precarious and uncertain. Have some sense.
[Looking over at Revali.]
That goes for the both of you.
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But whatever, I'm not into fighting old geezers. [ he yanks himself away from van Zieks if he hasn't been released, and then like the brat he is, flips them both the bird and leaves if he's not stopped. ]
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Useless child.
[As if you're any older than he is except due to technicalities, Revali.
To Van Zieks, though, he has to at least nod his head. For a moment it seems he's struggling a bit to come up with words because he should at least acknowledge this man who came and intervened, until he says, perhaps a bit more spiteful than it's warranted:]
Don't expect any thanks for stopping that.
[As Revali sees it, there's no reason to thank anyone. Leaving this without a final conclusion can only fester and turn into a looooong problem, he knows it -- mostly because he knows himself and how he'll refuse to bury the hatchet. Uf.
Not Van Zieks' fault, really]
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[That goes for both of you.]
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[Without even a word of farewell, Revali enters the cafe again. I'm sorry you had to intervene, Van Zieks]