The Zeltivan Monument Series Part 5: The Design (OPEN)

In which Tock draws elaborate blueprints in preparation for her statue's carving.

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

The Zeltivan Monument Series Part 5: The Design (OPEN)

Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on August 12th, 2012, 4:47 pm

The scientist in her overpowering the fear, Tock immediately grabbed her quill and started recording the experience: Cold. Pulsey. Shimmery. Wanted to discuss politics... She didn't know much about ghosts, aside from the stories people told to scare children. But a political ghost was just TOO strange of an experience for her to ignore. And he was rather... polite, for a ghost. So she pushed her fear down into a cold place deep in her gut, where it made her a bit nauseous, and forced herself to continue.

"Ahh..." she muttered, sitting down since her legs didn't seem keen on continuing to hold her up just then. She readied herself to take notes on anything he said, and asked, "Umm... Mistah Ghost-Person-Guy... Whazzer think 'bout, fer the Sailor's Guild an' stuff what when famine 'appened... O' maybe 'at's not a good question," she scratched her head, pondering it. "I mean, ya dun eat... Does ya? What so as ya ain't knows fer 'ow everybody were starvin' last Spring... O' does ya?" She wasn't sure if a ghost ate (she didn't think it likely, but then, she also hadn't expected to be discussing politics with a ghost, either).

"What I means is," she said, trying to put her jumbled thoughts into words, "weren't people been pissed at the Sailors peoples, what fer not bringin' 'nough food? So's as, what 'ey wouldn't be so, whatchacaller, good an' powerful no more? Cause fer 'ey petched up what good?" She really should have been paying more attention to this stuff all along. But she realized now that, despite how important the harbor and such was to the city, if they had failed and were possibly losing favor with Zeltivans, then maybe they shouldn't be represented in her monument.
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Postby Noaru on August 12th, 2012, 7:49 pm

''Call me Noaru! And I'm not aware of the famine though... I've only recently came to this city in the very middle of summer. I do ''eat'' soulmist but I don't actually need to... I use it to increase my power and sharpen my focus.''


He didn't want to seem rude, being the only one standing up and all, he lets his body rise from the floor and he sits in the air, as if, sitting in a floating chair! He had to give things some thought though since he's only been observing certain parts of Zeltiva for the purpose of information gathering and then utilizing this information when he had to, he was now learning things as well. The focus he needed to materialize was attained but keeping solid and visible is a very tedious job.


''I'm certain the citizens would be angry! I mean, if the sailors didn't bring enough food back then everyone would starve! I'm sure the leaders of Zeltiva wouldn't allow their citizens to starve and would make sure to have enough imports to feed their citizens and themselves but then again, if there was an incident Zeltiva couldn't send ships out; allies of this city would bring the city needed supplies.''


This day was surprisingly tranquil, sitting down and chatting with a young lady while discussing various things was fun! Maybe, he could relax every day like this? But he knew that would be impossible, as entities like him couldn't possibly linger around the living to long even suppressing his power was becoming harder; he had to think and focus on positive intentions.
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Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on August 12th, 2012, 11:15 pm

Tock didn't know how to pronounce 'Naoru,' but it was a moot point anyway since she could never be bothered to remember people's names. She was a bit disappointed that the ghost couldn't offer her any insight into the famine, since she herself had only come into the city at the tail end of it. She didn't really know how lifelong Zeltivans reacted to such things, when they happened on a regular basis.

The other things he mentioned were a bit interesting, though. She jotted down some more notes: Ghosts eat soulmist. Increases power. Sharpens focus...

She scratched her head in confusion, beginning to forget her fear now that there was a puzzle in front of her. "What's 'soulmist'?" she asked. Anything to do with souls could potentially be useful in her Animation work.

She watched curiously as he sat on the air, taking more notes on this strange event, and wondering whether it took him any strain or effort to do so. Or, alternatively, whether sitting on air was actually comforting and relaxing for him, like a real chair. She pointed with her quill and asked him, "Izzat comfortable?"

Then he continued talking politics, and she suddenly remembered her real reason for being here today. She countered the point he made by saying, "But all the supplies done ran out! 'En a buncha Zeltivans what 'ad ta been shipped off fer ta become knights in Syliras!" She didn't really understand how that agreement had occurred, but she knew some folks in Zeltiva who were quite upset about the forced recruitment.

She thought about that, then said, "Zeltivans what shouldn't've 'ad ta makes a deal like 'at... done shoulda been able fer ta does it on 'eir own. But 'ey weren't. Cause what all the ships got broked..."
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Postby Noaru on August 13th, 2012, 4:05 am

''Well, this soulmist is basically what we ghosts and spirits are made of! It tends to vary in color with each individual spirit. I can say that one's soulmist reflects the soul you wield.


He enjoyed socializing! Talking with others brought a sense of peace to him more so than his usual escapades, as he floated in the air in a sitting posture, his mind begins to wander-- thinking about what other cities and interesting people lie across the horizon. He's quickly brought back from his day dream by Tock's question and fixates his eyes back to her.


''Comfortable? Oh! Because I'm sitting in mid-air! It's like sitting on a cloud, you really don't feel any comfort but it’s just a way to help me relax when I don't feel like touching the ground anymore.''


To float was an effortless task for him all he needed to do when wanting to accomplish this task was to think it and it would happen! Though, conserving his energy was important, it’s not like he could immediately go to a soulmist station and recharge; it sure would have been nice if they did have such a place, wishing thinking and all.

''Wait, that actually happened! And why would they leave to become knights!''


This puzzled him! Why would people leave to become knights for Sylira's which was a city not too far away from where he had awakened from? The idea of a war starting in these lands was thrown to the back of his mind! It was the only thing he could think of next to the idea that Zeltiva was probably sending troops over to train? He didn't know-- he just wasn't sure...
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Postby Wart on August 13th, 2012, 7:21 am

Wart walked through the library, muttering under her breath. She didn't want anything to do with the university or (as she saw them) the "scholar" pricks within it. Unfortunately this is where the library was and she needed the books. Under her left arm she carried three books, one having something to do with flowers in Zeltiva, one on growing flowers in Zeltiva, and one on landscaping. Why they don't got one "Landscaping with the flowers of Zeltiva" book annoys the shyke outta me... Chances are something of the sort likely existed, but she'd run out of the patience to continue looking for it. Now, what she needed was some place to sit and read the things.

She passed table after table, each occupied or too close to one that was occupied. Her face and clothes still had paint and chalk randomly scattered on them from a recent job, and she received many dirty looks because of it. Petchin' vagiks like they own the place... Wart returned a venomous scowl to each of them and continued on.

When she rounded the corner of one of the bookcases, the sight that met her made her freeze in her tracks. Eyes, previously a storming red-purple, were suddenly a rare orange. There was a man... sitting... in the air...

There were two real things Wart feared. One was birds. The other was anything magic-related that she didn't understand. Having never believed in actual ghosts, she could only assume this was something of the latter.

"WHAT THE SHYKE?!" Her voice was an uncharacteristically high pitch as she stepped forward and flung one of the thick books at him. What she was hoping to accomplish she didn't actually know, perhaps that it would make it disappear or that the person floating would come down? In either case she didn't have the chance to make a follow-up action when the person sitting at the table below him caught her eye. ... Tock...

Her cheeks flushed. She hadn't seen her since... Since...

But then she furrowed her eyes and looked back at the... whatever it was in the air, eyes shifting away from orange toward a red. "You... You petching with her!?!? You... you..." Her voice was still edged with the high pitch from before. As much force and anger as it usually commanded, she couldn't hide the shakiness in it now. She held up another book as a threat. "... Vagik!!"
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Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on August 13th, 2012, 2:23 pm

Tock continued recording notes, as fascinated now with understanding the ghost as she was with the politics. Made of Soulmist (Research: connection to Soulcores?), varies in color, reflects your soul (Research: Can a ghost be an Animation Source?)

She was pondering what question to ask next, or how to explain to the ghost about the fifty recruited men (since she only knew part of the details), when suddenly another book came flying at the ghost. She snorted and laughed, considering that she had done the exact same thing! What were the odds someone else would have the same react as...?

Ahhh...

She grinned when she saw Wart. A blush painted across her cheeks, remembering quite vividly the woman sharing her bed. A memory which had prompted some rather... nice dreams since then. Of course, never once did a thought cross her mind of what it meant, or whether the 'encounter' was indicative of some sort of 'relationship.' It took a lot more than a physical encounter, no matter HOW invigorating it had been, before a single consideration of romance crossed Tock's mind. It just wasn't the way she thought. Tock lived from moment to moment, usually too engrossed in her work and her projects to worry about friends, family, or relationships. The friends she had, she saw when she saw, spent time with when she felt like it, and that was that.

Of course, the fact that her first and only boyfriend had left her earlier in the season had at least a little to do with it. After that abandonment, she was even more inclined to just take the moments of pleasure when they came, and give no concern to what was beyond that.

Still, she rather enjoyed Wart's company, under any circumstances, and while she didn't once think about a 'relationship,' she DID think that another 'encounter' in the near future might definitely be in order. Though for the time being, Tock was, as usual, simply caught in the moment. In this moment her friend was freaking out about the ghost, so Tock went over to comfort her.

"Oy," she said, hurrying over and wrapping her arms around Wart, then slipping behind her to hug her from behind. "S'okay, love, 'e's a friendly politics ghost..." She planted a soft kiss just below Wart's ear, then held her and watched the ghost, her chest pressed against Wart's back, her cheek lightly brushing against Wart's ear. "We's bloody talkin' politics, can ya bloody believe 'at!? Wit' a bleedin' ghost, aye?" She snickered, finding the whole situation quite unbelievable. Though by now the sheer novelty of the encounter, combined with her insatiable curiosity, was pushing away any fear she might have had.

Her lips brushed Wart's ear as she whispered, "Whatcha, 'ere doin' 'omework o' sommat, love? O' ya wanna 'ang out wit' me an' Floaty 'ere? I's tryin' fer ta figger out my statue, I is..."
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Postby Noaru on August 13th, 2012, 8:58 pm

‘'What are you okay? your blushing for some reason....'' @Tock


Noaru glances to the side and immediately notices a book hurtling towards him again! He couldn't believe this, another book holding precious information was being thrown again!? Though, he was floating in the air, this didn't hinder his movements and by ''blinking'' he vanishes and reappears once more. The spirit was rather displeased, his black soulmist was now creeping from his body and spreading across the floor; it became colder and strangely darker inside the library! The peaceful atmosphere was replaced with tension and the library felt very unwelcoming.


''You must be a friend of my companion here! I'd appreciate it greatly if you didn't throw anything at me again....'' @Wart


Noaru was in nature a very unstable entity; his mind and emotions greatly effected how he appeared to those he materialized before. The placid and calm demeanor he had before vanished and was replaced with aggression and instability! The black soulmist cloaked his body, his eyes became crimson with black snake-like pupils, making him resemble those dark entities mentioned in story tales.... He changed that quickly.


He smiles, revealing those sharp teeth of his! His eyes were now fixated upon his now two companions!

''Now how could we forget about introducing ourselves?''
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Postby Wart on August 13th, 2012, 10:59 pm

As caught up as she was by the sudden reappearing and now changing of the person in the air, Wart hardly noticed Tock coming up behind her. When she did she jumped a little, but then was suddenly distracted by the kiss below her ear. She hadn't assumed anything from their night together, though it had admittedly occupied her thoughts quite a lot lately. This in mind her friend's attentions were nothing if not disarming. She turned her head towards her, not daring to divert her eyes away from being in the air.

The Ghost in the air.

She nodded listening. Politics. With… a ghost… Wart shook her head. No, she really couldn't believe it. If she wasn't standing right there seeing it with her own eyes, feeling the sudden eerie chill in the air, she wouldn't have. The petch did I just walk into… She shivered at Tock's lips against her ear and nodded, voice a breathy whisper. "Er research yeah…" Statue? She hadn't heard that she was working on a statue. Both their encounters before had been more action driven than anything very wordy, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she wasn't sure what she was talking about. "Sure guess I can… stay." In reality she wanted to be far away from there, but now she was curious as to what this statue project was exactly.

The… ghost was much more notably sinister in appearance now but Wart gave him a distrustful scowl, refusing to show more weakness than she already just had. Clearing her throat she answered him, voice now back to a much more normal pitch. "Name's Wart." And I will throw whatever I petching want to… "Who're you?"
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Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on August 14th, 2012, 1:03 am

Tock watched the ghost seem to... vanish for a moment, and the book flew right past until he reappeared. That was curious... could the projectile have actually hurt the ghost, if he hadn't disappeared? Curious, she took Wart's hand and led her back to the table, quickly jotting down some more notes: Can disappear... tries to avoid objects... ghosts can get hurt?

As she was jotting down her notes, she saw the ghost shifting. She got a sudden chill, which was really strange, since it was the middle of summer. The ghost seemed to be... oozing blackness. She watched with wide eyes, wondering just what someone would need to do to stop an angry ghost from hurting them...

Her first thought was to try to lure it into an Animation circle. She was quite curious whether the ghost could be used as a Source for Animation. And somehow... it occurred to her that, without a physical body tying it down, maybe, just maybe, she could permanently infuse a ghost's soul into an Automaton.

Her second thought was, if the ghost disappeared in order to avoid being hurt, maybe that meant that IT couldn't hurt THEM when it was disappeared...

Shaking with restrained fear, she gripped Wart's hand more tightly, seeking comfort. She found she had preferred polite, politics-talking ghost-man, over scary, black, fangy ghost-man.

She cleared her throat, squeezing Wart's hand to share some strength with her friend. The ghost's question about introducing herself made her belatedly realize she had never given her name; but then, she rarely remembered to follow any social protocols until prompted. "I's Tock," she said. "Can ya goes back fer ta... not-black, nicer-ghost guy?" She couldn't concentrate on her work with the strange chill in the room, or the strange, unsettling feeling that was moving through her. She moved closer to Wart, slipping her arm around her waist and holding her close, laying her chin against the other girl's shoulder.
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Postby Noaru on August 14th, 2012, 8:18 am

‘'I' am Noaru Draconaus, it’s a pleasure to meet you both! Tock and Wart.''


Noaru noticed subtle changes from his two companions; fear was one of them and a tad bit of weakness! These were not the aspects, he needed or looked for but he could notice and hear some defiance coming from his new companion named Wart; this didn't bother him nor did he have the precious time to possess or physically harm someone since he chose this day would be the day he would go without harming the living! He would not want to ruin his day of peace and be constantly bothered by spiritist during his stay within the city later. So, he inevitably had to calm down….


‘'As you wish! I apologize for frightening you and giving you the impression that I was going to harm you, as I to don't want to physically harm you in any way.'' @Tock


He was sincere with his words, as he returned to a more placid and submissive state! Noaru had now placed his feet to the ground and while next to the table, he pulls a chair out slightly with the use of his soulmist! Which swirls around the part of the chair he holds onto and gently moves the chair to the direction of his liking, it comes to a rest once Noaru sits with his soulmist smeared onto the chair.However, he kept his eyes on Wart, giving her the ''I'm watching you look and gesture'' while he's sitting down, he became more cautious of his surroundings as well, using his natural ghostly senses to pick up on subtle changes in the environment.


‘'Shall we begin our discussion on politics and other subjects that come to mind?''


Interestingly enough, he wasn't upset! He thought the two ladies before him had spunk, a sort of uniqueness about them: maybe, these were humans he could get to know like his other human companion!
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