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Broken Sanctum; Arc #3: Urban Shadows
Topic Started: Jul 22 2015, 06:32 AM (18,742 Views)
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Hello everyone! Welcome to Broken Sanctum, our newest Templeverse RP. In the future, please pay close attention to all these GM notices; they'll be macro-communications to everyone that will be very important for following the RP.

We're on our first arc, which is a shared plot arc. That means everyone (hopefully) will ultimately be dealing with the same thing.
Our setting for this arc is Sanctum, so please find a reason for your character to be there.

There's a bit of time before PLOT, so feel free to get used to your characters, roleplay with others, etc. Remember, you're not only becoming familiar with your character, you're familiarizing everyone else with them as well!
You might try using spoiler tags to enclose your posts and direct them at particular people, if you like! Or, you might just have a post directed at no one in particular. But for example:
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Merry RPing!

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Raphael wanders the streets, curiously looking in shop windows and glancing over his shoulder now and then. He alternates between tapping his robe sleeve and stomach.
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The empty sky spun above, a painted robin's egg from the inside. So clear, so near.

Every so often the urge to take flight into it to survey from above intruded on the Anomi's consciousness. That was bloody annoying. The height advantage was great here in this world though. Dive into guards riding blue bolts, like a falcon among doves.

First though, he needed vantages. Sanctum's buildings weren't super tall, but they were old and built up, and that meant you could practically walk up them and find dozens of spots to watch your prey (or its escorts).

Of course by the same token plenty of places were incredibly dangerous, but Anomi was the best of the best, or on his way to it.

"Hey, watch it kid!" And the best of the best walked into a burly old carpenter... or maybe candlemaker, by the wax. "Keep your eyes on the ground."

'Probably going to trip and break your neck' Penitentes was, as usual, a ball of sunshine.

"Yeah yeah, my bad." Anomi wasn't sorry at all as he strolled past. Now he'd lost his train of thought.

The target was going to go down this street in the evening. Fat on wealth sucked out of the masses. Bad enough that. But rape and murder as a hobby? That meant the Hammer had to fall. The fang of justice would be in another's hand. He was the raking claw, which tore fur and flesh away from the heart. Four escorts. A decent challenge.

But that was tonight. Today, there was just a last round of pre-fight surveying.

And cinnamon buns. The greatest invention in Weyard.

PROMPT: A youthful adept with a spring in his step is marching down the streets of sanctum in cavalier fashion, though anyone with experience can recognize the boy is definately combat trained and kind of suspicious.
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If you were going to cater a wedding reception, would you forget to prepare the hors d'oeuvres? No? Then you might actually have a shot at replacing the sous chef at Nora's Cafe, because apparently this was a task too [radio edit]ing complicated to remember. And so it happened that Asher scrambled around his kitchen, directing a veritable orchestra of culinary performers into piecing together some semblance of a meal, simultaneously watching the ovens roasting the boar across the room, and trying to put together the appetizer dishes himself last-minute for the ever more impatient wedding revelers in his dining room. For weeks we've had this damned thing planned, he thought to himself. You all had time to prepare for this. Genald had one [radio edit]ing job. The kitchen was a fairly good demonstration of chaos theory, wherein the flurry of seemingly unorganized activity culminated in a very precisely planned meal.

Eventually the hors d'oeuvres, thrown together at the last minute, made it to the eager diners, who halted their disgruntled rumblings in anticipation of the food to come. The second course went out, then the main course, and as it turned out, the meal Asher had felt would only ever be "adequate" was a huge success. While he paced back and forth in the kitchen, taking the occasional peek to catch the reaction of the guests, those same guests were raving to each other about how perfect a wedding this had been, now that the food was here. Nevermind that the bride had been caught with two of the groomsmen. "What could you expect?" asked one of the diners. "I came all the way in from Champa for my idiot cousin's wedding, and the only reason I bothered is that the invitations said 'Catered by Nora's Cafe'".

Asher sent out the final course, decadent dessert carts trailing another, completely amazed that he was somehow living up to his own reputation. He stole a plate from the last cart being wheeled out of the kitchen and dipped his finger into the sinfully rich chocolate ganache and sampled it, the taste forcing a smile across his face. Oh yeah, he thought to himself. Now I remember. I'm damn good.

Show off, scoffed a tingly little voice in his head.


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I'm damn good, Asher thought to himself as he reeled back from the blow he'd just received across his nose. His opponent hopped back, bouncing from one foot to the other, looking for another opening.

I'm damn good at getting hit, he finished sourly. Some friendly advice? Next time a fist comes flying at your nose? Try ducking. Or dodging. Even dipping may work.

Shut up, you little dirt rat. The conversation distracted Asher for a split second, which was all the invitation the other fighter needed, jabbing forward to the bridge of his nose. Not this time, asshole. Asher stepped to the side, grabbing his opponents arm and twisted, getting behind the other man, pushing him to the ground. He followed with a kick to the man's temple, which sent him to the ground. Asher took a step back to allow his opponent up, should he have the ability to do so. It turns out he did. And now he was pissed. Without waiting for any kind of opening, he rushed forward with a flurry of punches, all gracefully dodged by Asher. "Come on man," Asher half-taunted, "that was totally legal!" That didn't seem to matter to the man who had just been kicked in the head, because he kept pressing his attack. When Asher found himself pressed against the ropes, the attacks became faster and angrier, the other man convinced he had won this match. With pain-stakingly practiced grace, Asher found his opportunity in a particularly wide hook his opponent had thrown, and dodged around the man, reversing their places. Asher shoved the man who lost his balance, leaning on the ropes for support, while Asher laid into him. Body shots galore, chest and gut taking huge punishment, with the occasional break for a face hit, and a couple of kicks thrown in for fun. Just when it looked like the challenger could take no more punishment, Asher lost his footing. On the offensive, opponent on the ropes, a punch he'd thrown thousands of times before, and his foot slipped. The other shoved back against Asher, seizing what would be his only opportunity, and threw the biggest, widest, most telegraphed right hook in the history of fighting - and it connected, sending Asher to the ground, where he didn't get up again until the referee called the fight. He stood begrudgingly by the victor as his loss was announced to the world, then stormed out of the ring without shaking his opponent's hand. He left out the back door of the club, entering into an alleyway, and he followed the network of alleys until he found himself behind the markets, where he sat down with his back against one of the walls, ignoring the bleeding his face was insistent on doing.

The Amazing Asher, living up to his reputation.

Look, it's ok, you'll get the next one. You should have had this one! It was just bad luck this time, you'll see!

"Yeah," Asher muttered, this time aloud. He pulled a bundle of something wrapped in thin paper and a lighter, lit it, and inhaled. "This time, and the last dozen or so. Just some bad luck. Yeah right."

Introduction post. Asher is outside the market district, if anybody cares to interact, though it's not necessary. I'll maneuver him back around to the restaurant soon, I'm sure.
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{Sanctum Markets} de lux street performance @Mia/open
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What are birds?

The sun rose, and with it the portions of Sanctum that actually rested during the night. People stirred in their homes, shopkeepers emerged, the market revived, and the city as a whole began its morning rituals. Throughout it, people rose, prepared, and began their daily work.

Most of them, at least. There was a covered wagon near the central market place, nestled beside a more permanent building, and within...

It is dawn.

At first, there was no response. But, slowly, the girl within began to stir, gradually dragging herself out of her slumber and into the waking world once more. A slow process, almost painful in how it demanded she cast aside the warmth and comfort of her bed for the faint chill of the mountain. Yet it was done anyway, a daily sacrifice that went uncelebrated and unannounced.

Usually.

There was a thump, and the contents of the wagon rattled faintly from the impact.

Maeve stood up properly some moments later, dragging herself out of the bundle of sheets - still soft, still warm, still tempting - and putting them properly back into the bed at the back of the wagon. A look around at least showed everything else was still in place. The wash basin had refilled overnight, the stone resting within still slowly oozing. She had been concerned the night before, but the low Mercury in the area seemed to be resolving itself. A minute later, her face and hands were cleaner, and she was closer to reasonably awake.

Of course, in the stove beside the basin, it looked like Mars was going to be the problem now... she grabbed the poker beside it and opened the stove, prodding at the misshapen lump of crystallized rock within. It gave a soft glow and weak sparks in reply.

Maeve grumbled quietly. If it hadn't started drawing in enough ambient energy by evening, she might have to recharge it with a stone... maybe a normal wood fire would be good enough, that would be cheaper. Either way, she couldn't cook with it as it was now, and she wasn't in much mood for rations, which meant buying something she didn't need to cook herself. Stupid rock. It needed a way to turn it off when she didn't need the heat.

Several minutes passed, but the girl eventually emerged and practically skipped off the steps of her home, clad in loose, flowing clothes emphasizing blue, white, and violet. For once, her feet were covered. She paused for only a moment, scratching the ears of a cat that had emerged from under the wagon, before walking off. Across the street, three doors down, and...

Maeve had not been in Sanctum long, but she was a good, diligent girl. She had taken the time to find out who was nearby, who seemed trust worthy, who could get her good deals... and most importantly, who the bakers were. The man in the shop recognized her, but she had gotten there later than she had in the past, when she went in the morning. Others were already there, and however much concern he and his family gave her, the time wasn't right for favoritism.

That was fine. She stood off to the side for several moments, out of the way, petting the hound that was always resting within. The baker had said it was as big as her and maybe as old, but she didn't know about that. It could almost meet her at eye level, and there was a whole lot more dog on it than there was girl on her. A great big hunting dog from out near Bilibin, that's what he'd said about the breed, one that served his wife well when she went out on her hunts. Great big lap dog, she thought.

It didn't take all that long for her to make her purchase, though her best hungry child face only got her a couple coins off the price - he was quicker to chide her for not stocking firewood properly than to discount. Maybe she had been trying it too much recently. She'd have to think about it the next time she visited. For the time being, she gave him a few coins, and he reciprocated with her breakfast, a bun bigger around than her hand. Not that it was saying much, when her hands were so small.

She took a bite out of it as she wandered out of the bakery, and it brought a happy smile to her face despite the embarrassment of needing to buy it at all. Delicious cinnamon, fresh and warm.

She wanted to finish eating before opening, which gave her time to see what the offerings of the day were. Fish here, meat there, the auction house peddling its usual trash. Ungrateful, that's what they were. She'd tried to help that one time, pointing out the rock they were selling wouldn't do what they were saying, and she'd know, she'd seen rocks just like that back home, but no... Maeve at least could be confident that what she was selling would work as advertised. Probably.

Maybe she made things up sometimes, but that was only when it was funny.

She wandered by the other stalls, past crafts and trinkets, planar and native, people selling this and that, and took another bite. She had not been looking all that long, but a glance around at least gave her a sense of how the day was going. She started on her way back, and heard a Djinni start trying to sell something about that time.

Maeve had intended to just go straight back at that point, maybe checking the shops along the way as she passed, but something caught her attention. Maybe it was just the sense she got, or maybe she picked up on how the rats were responding - they could always find something, they were good at seeing without being seen. Either way, she slowed, and after a moment's careful consideration - and another bite - crept down one alley. And further down, an adjoining one...

She stopped at the mouth of the next alley, peering in. There was a man there, lying against one wall. Was he smoking? It looked like he was smoking. She didn't see why that was a big deal. But he also looked like he was... bleeding? That wasn't okay. She could understand why someone bleeding would get the rats and the cats and such upset. He wasn't food, so that meant something was wrong.

"Hey," Maeve said, somewhat quietly. Yet it sounded more curious than concerned. "Why're you bleeding? Do you need something for it?"

Her eyes shined in the shade, brilliant alchemical violet, perpetual. In one hand, a large bun. By that point, a mere three bites in it, for all the time she had spent looking.
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The steadily rising sun sprinkled its heat upon the people and buildings of Sanctum, reflecting off white-gold stone and gleaming metal, giving the city a flush of life to match the thrum of crowds that moved through the market district. A patternless collage of deep shadows was already forming in response, cast upon the ground by the awnings adorning less-established merchant stalls, shifting swarms of silhouettes, and nestled within the alleyways between buildings.

Kalique could feel the warmth on the crown of her head even through her hat, slanted downward over her right eye so it kept most of the light out of her face but still allowed her to see the pair of children splashing each other in a public fountain while their mother perused an assortment of vibrant imported fruit. She felt the slightest chill of Mercury as she passed, and knew the fountain's clear water would stay cool no matter how hot the day got. She was half tempted to join their careless revels, but she had places to be. Well, one place in particular.

Rayner could have given her better directions, though. 'It's just outside the market district, next to this place that has the weirdest color scheme, I think it's a bank' was unhelpful at the best of times. Thankfully a lot of care and organization had been put into Sanctum's growth since its inception, (courtesy of the Wardens, according to all the history books) so if she could get some proper guidance, Kalique was certain she could find their designated meeting spot with ease. At least she knew what it was called.

"Nora's Cafe? Of course I know it, who doesn't?" A diminutive wine merchant, unperturbed by his current lack of business while he reclined under his awning of rich purple and red, had been her chosen target. "Place has the best cordials I've ever tasted. I've bought a batch for every woman I've ever been with, I swear they're magic." He stroked the auburn goatee he was cultivating and winked. "Keep it few and far between though; too much of a wonderful thing and it starts to lose that special feeling."

Kalique treated him to a smile. "Thanks for the advice."

"Now for those directions. Here's what you do..."

She left him with her thanks and a promise to tell the owner, Asher, that Layth said hello. Boots padding over polished marble with new confidence, Kalique wondered how she hadn't heard of this place before. She'd been to Sanctum once or twice and, while she wasn't an expert in matters of the city's layout, Nora's Cafe sounded like the kind of place she would have visited before if it had been this popular. Maybe it was new, or this Asher had acquired it somehow and knew how to make it big. Regardless, Layth's praise had gotten her excited, though breakfast would have to come before candy. She picked up a large mango from the fruit merchant she had passed earlier (the cafe was back in the direction she had come from, apparently) to tide her over. All the way from central Gondowan, the woman had boasted, and Kalique had passed through those lands often enough to taste the truth of the claims in the savory juices of the freshly peeled fruit.

She was dimly aware of a clear bell of a voice carrying over the usual clamor of the markets, and turned her head to see a Jupiter Djinni circling a precariously balanced pile of crates. Curious, she altered her course, weaving through a small crowd that was departing the vicinity. Catching wind of the Djinni's spiel, she snorted in understanding and followed suit, amused but uninterested and unconvinced. Most Djinn lacked subtlety.

There was a mild stirring in the deeper parts of her mind. Not you, she assured it, and the motion quieted.

Kalique doubted Rayner would be among the market crowds if he was trying to get any business done today. Throngs and boisterous haggling matches weren't how he liked to conduct things. He would have secreted himself away in the cooler alleys of the city. If he was wrapped up in other matters, she hoped he'd make it quick. He had promised to pay for breakfast. She smiled, feeling the small weight of a handful of coins in her pocket. Why refuse the generosity of friends?
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"Why're you bleeding? Do you need something for it?"

Asher looked over at the opening of the alley, a girl with a bun standing, staring expectantly. He returned her gaze for a moment, then set the objects of his attention behind himself. Only then did he exhale, smoke pouring from his lungs.

A kid, said Clay.

Genius. Spot on, Clay.

No need to be snippy, man. You're the one who got caught doing drugs in front of a kid.

Don't I get points for being in a dirty alley? I should have some expectation of privacy, should I not?

Whatever man, it's still a kid. You could be corrupting her poor little mind with vague drug imagery. Imagine what she must think! Clay was only half sarcastic, uncommon for the spirit. He was fond of children. Some story about helping some warrior raise somebody important's kid. Or an important kid. Something like that.

I honestly don't care what she thinks. I don't like the look of her. Clay, still in Asher's mind, sent him an image of his own face, shocked by such a terrible statement. Asher gave the girl another look. No no, I'm sure you're right. She looks downright thuggish.

Not like that, you ass, Asher responded. Look at her clothes. They're too...clean. Kids aren't clean.

What about here boots?

Hang the boots, Asher replied. Whatever, just don't come crying to me about it if we find out she's some kind of eldritch monster or something.

The conversation in Asher's mind lasted but a moment. He gave the girl one more look, then stood, hiding his stash in his pockets. "I'm fine, thank you," Asher called to the girl. "I'm a fighter. You know, like, in the arenas and stuff. Sometimes we get hit hard, we bleed. I'll be fine. Maybe you've heard of me? Asher Feros? Sometimes known as the ever-failing one man show?" Asher assumed this last bit of self-deprecation would go over the girls head, but on second thought, maybe it wouldn't.

He walked to the end of the alley. "What are you doing back here? Where are your parents?"
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What are birds?

The man looked at her, smoke in his breath, and was silent for a moment as the thoughts tumbled through. Maeve simply stared, expression innocently neutral, simple curiosity. No matter how loud they were, it wasn't as if a child could hear the thoughts in his head. Instead, still watching, she took another bite - another tiny little smile, still delicious, still warm. Only warm.

The smile vanished just as quickly, and she went back to watching as she chewed, and the man approached. Said he was fine, but he was still bleeding. Gave a name, gave a role - wasn't it a bit early in the morning for that? And that name... she gave a brief hum, equal parts disappointment and curiosity. Something there wasn't quite right, but she didn't know - or perhaps remember - enough to say what it was. She swallowed, and then spoke.

"Working. What else would parents be doing?" A slight tilt of the head, an inquisitive stare. Maeve began digging through her robe with one hand, fishing for something as she continued. "I had a feeling. There are lots of things around that can see you, and bleeding everywhere makes them nervous. If something can make you bleed, what happens if it's still around?" When she pulled her hand back out, she was holding a strip of cloth in it. A rag, really. Closer to her boots than the rest of her clothing. And, reaching upward with it...

"You're still bleeding. You're not fine if you're still bleeding, the blood's supposed to stay inside." Reaching up, holding the cloth up, she could just reach his face - but she did not touch it herself, merely holding the cloth up beside it, as if offering.
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