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zenderael_rl2013-05-21 08:30 pm
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[EVENT] Phase II reunions!
Who: OPEN!
When: Week 32
Where: Bastan/Fall City/Underwood
Before/After: After the Phase II merge
Warnings: TBA
[Suddenly we have almost the entire cast of the game in the same place at the same time! What does that mean? REUNION THREADS!]
[Here is an open post for all your threading needs! This should make it easier to have mingling threads, open threads, random encounters, multiple participants, etc etc etc]
[Basically any characters you'd like to have meeting up in the new, merged Bastan may do so here. Stick a time in your subjectline and if you're doing it on a day other than Sunday (this post is good for all of week 32), add a date tag for it. Go wild!]
When: Week 32
Where: Bastan/Fall City/Underwood
Before/After: After the Phase II merge
Warnings: TBA
[Suddenly we have almost the entire cast of the game in the same place at the same time! What does that mean? REUNION THREADS!]
[Here is an open post for all your threading needs! This should make it easier to have mingling threads, open threads, random encounters, multiple participants, etc etc etc]
[Basically any characters you'd like to have meeting up in the new, merged Bastan may do so here. Stick a time in your subjectline and if you're doing it on a day other than Sunday (this post is good for all of week 32), add a date tag for it. Go wild!]
Ravi/Nova - Sunday morning
It had been, for years, the only place he could call home. Familiar and comfortable, he'd known the city inside-out, he could navigate it in his sleep. He knew the architecture, the melding of vegetation and construction that made the city seem as though nature were only barely being held at bay, tame, for now, but just shy of wild. Growing up in the jungle, overgrown and wild was what he'd been used to, and Bastan's ability to leash it and tame it--that was a comfort, because it meant the city could leash and tame him, as well.
But now, the city was...different. Aerveas's druids had broken nature free of its bonds, the bushes and trees and vines built into homes now overtook the stone, reclaiming space from their oppressors. Windows had been shattered, doors torn off their hinges, walls knocked down. Rogues had cleared out any valuables they could carry before they'd fled and left Aerveas to fight without them. Aerveas's armies had commandeered buildings for their own purposes, and the signs of it were still upon them. The fighting had caused further damage as the allied forces cleared Aerveas's armies out of the streets, scorched walls and cracked roads in the wake of guild abilities being thrown around.
It was a Bastan that had been battered and abused and neglected. But beneath the damage it had suffered, it was still recognizable as the city he loved. Maybe that was what hurt the most. Starting over from scratch wasn't as painful as picking up the pieces and trying to fit them back together.
He had to spend Friday night out of town due to the curfew still in effect in Safta, but Saturday he arrived in Bastan early, soon after sunrise, and donned his armour to report in for restoration efforts. He didn't get around to it. One of the paladins with some carpentry skill was going through the barracks and making note of which doors had been busted so she could repair them; Ravi ran into her on his way out, informed her that his own door was in need of repairs, and ended up agreeing to help her out because everyone else was already busy with other things.
That ate up most of the morning, but he didn't mind. Simple work, following instructions, moving methodically from one thing to the next. It was a small thing, but it was better for him to focus on the small things than to look at the whole scope of the restoration efforts and become overwhelmed by how much work was needed.
After that he got pulled into something else, and then something else again, and before he knew it, they were working by lamplight and an officer came to send them back to the barracks for the night. He went to bed feeling just a little more encouraged about the situation, thinking that maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless.
Sunday morning, though.
Sunday morning was not okay.
The change was immediately apparent as soon as he stepped out of the barracks. Black pavement like in Pariskret, and right across the street, one of those blocky steel-and-glass buildings that rose up much too high. He was not the only one shocked by the sight. Confusion reigned among the paladins out front, their destinations temporarily forgotten, until someone with authority came through to tell them to stop gawking and sent them off to where they were needed.
A merged Bastan was worse than a broken Bastan. At least broken, the city was still the same one he knew. This was alien. Surreal. Different. Even regaining the lost portions of the city was not enough to make up for the invasion that came with it. He hated it. It seemed pointless to trim back vines and free buildings from overgrowth when Earth was now the overgrowth, and there was no way to remove it to make things how they'd been.
Paris's merge with the Nenakret hadn't bothered him much. But that was because the Nenakret wasn't Bastan.
He was kept busy by restoration efforts, but it wasn't enough to distract him. Earth was all around him. He couldn't escape it. Everywhere he looked, there was some sign of it marring his familiar landscape.
So by the time he ran into anybody familiar who was not a fellow paladin or a member of his league, he was obviously in a sour mood. There was an aura of resentment oozing off of him as he made his way down the street to the next task.
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Zenderael and Earth were connected! He could go home! An even more fantastic turn of events after the already-fantastic turn of events of having been returned to life!
Since he had no way of actually telling a warp mage where he wanted to go, he had asked Irena to write the word Omghan on a piece of paper so he could simply show it to them and ask to be sent there. The Nenakret, he knew enough landmarks to describe.
That should be enough to get him home. And then, and then...
And then he would see Chisaki! And Iravati! And everything would be wonderful and there would be no more problems ever.
In a nutshell, if Ravindra was exuding darkness, Nova was shooting off beams of light at the moment.
He was delighted to spot a familiar face, even in its familiar state of gloom. That was Ravindra through and through. He couldn't shout his name the way he normally would, but that was no problem!
"My favorite grumpy paladin!" Nova cried, descending on Ravindra and attempting to scoop him up in a hug.
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Wait.
Was that Nova? Why was his hair different?
It was definitely Nova. Only Nova would call him that and be this embarrassing this early in the morning.
All he managed was an awkward, "Ah..."
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This hug was still happening. Nova didn't relent even when he remembered about Alex. Although it did sober him a tiny bit, it merely convinced him that Ravindra needed a hug all the more.
"Oh. Terrible. I forgot."
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"I'm really happy to see you again! I've been stranded on earth for weeks and then I was dead for a couple of hours yesterday."
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Delivered oh-so-casually.
"Oh, and when I came back I forgot everyone's names so maybe you could write yours down for me so I can try to relearn it?"
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He said that so casually!
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He paused, considering how that came out.
"I probably shouldn't be enjoying your gloom..."
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"My player shot you?!"
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"He was angry," Nova answered cautiously.
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"We've never exactly been friends... in fact I guess you could say we had a bit of a rivalry..."
He was probably going to have to explain it properly sooner or later.
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The situation seemed much clearer now that he felt he'd moved past it.
"I blamed him for it all, even more than I blamed my own player, I think. As if he could have chosen to just be really who I thought he was instead."
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He definitely understood the spying sentiment, at least. He avoided thinking about how much of his life Heimdall had been watching.
"What happened to lead to him shooting you?" he asked, still sympathetic, not yet thinking that Nova may have done something that warranted it.
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He set a hand on Ravindra's shoulder, thought about it for a second, decided he might need a running start, and removed it and took a step backward instead.
"This has been an enjoyable -- if short -- friendship. It has been nice knowing you, I wish you well in all your endeavors, I kind of murdered his sister."
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The answer almost got lost in all the inexplicable farewelling Nova was doing, but Ravi managed to catch it. It took a few seconds to separate it from the rest of his words and parse it.
But once he did, his expression flattened. "What."
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"Payback for a tragedy he put in my friend's life. But a terrible idea! But actually she's back now! And he became the -- the -- the leader of the clerics and brought me back too but not because he forgave me or anything but that's how she came back too. But I heard she's blind so it didn't exactly get undone..."
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That was not outrage. Just pure shock.
Heimdall was not allowed to be a guild leader! He especially wasn't allowed to be one of Bastan's guild leaders!
omg this was terrible
forget the part about nova murdering missie, that didn't even matter anymore
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Nova took a deep breath to calm himself. At least Ravindra had not decided to arrest him or perform some other act of impromptu justice (did paladins do impromptu justice).
"A friend who was there when it happened said the cleric leader refused to do any resurrections and had a private talk with him and when she went back into the room he was dead. And then he threatened her into destroying the body so I guess he killed him out of desperation..."
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Wait, but Nova had murdered Missie first, and Duncan shooting him for killing his sister was probably the same kind of response Ravi would've had, and then if the Vahishta was right there but refusing to resurrect her...
Okay no but this was Heimdall, it was different.
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"You had a rivalry with Heimdall, so you killed his sister, and then he killed you, and then the Vahishta was there but wouldn't resurrect anyone, so Heimdall killed the Vahishta and resurrected both of you?" If he sounded skeptical, it was because there were still pieces that didn't quite fit. Like, why resurrect Nova at all...? (Not that Ravi preferred this option, it was just puzzling.)
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