Open Utter Allsense!

[Allassanachassanya]

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34th Autumn 517 AV
"Speech"

.....Weird smells, loud noises, and unpleasant sickness...

Her sandals smelt astringent. Her hair smelt like it had been seared, and her long, red dress smelt of frost. It sounded unusual until you stepped outside and walked past buildings that reeked of lemons, saw a stranger holding their nose as they ate a piece of perfectly decent-looking (but not smelling) bread, and realised that Alvadas was up to his/her/it's usual tricks. Then it just became normal. The sensation of being assaulted with stink was not necessarily pleasant though. Maybe it was just Ssanya's bad fortune- with some degree of jealousy she had earwigged in on a gleeful conversation between two friends and their 'butterscotch aura'. Hers was one of bitterness and sharpness, occasionally mixed with a horrible, haunting scent of rancid milk. That one made her gag.

Nevertheless, she walked as usual through the streets of the city, at a loss of what to do. She was still ill, everyone was to some extent. But by now, the city's people had adapted, & had got used to it. Where folks needed to work but couldn't, they stayed at home and sent messengers. Where illness drove away customers, businesses took their trade to the people. Life must go on, even in hardship. It was the way of Mizahar.

The snake-woman wound her way down narrow street after thin alley after meandering road, and bit on her tongue to distract herself from the headache brewing like a storm behind her brown eyes. Perfumes of all kinds trailed after her, but there was one particular scent on the air that intrigued her above all else. The diminutive woman had been following it for a while now- hence the trailing down narrow passages. If she were to describe it, she would pick the words, cool, and orange, and feather. The taste of it in the air was making her wonder, and where wonder came, adventure was sure to follow. All she had to do was find the source of the tantalising aroma.

OOCThe smell is coming from the Call of the Wilderness, in case anyone were to pop in.

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[Morst]

Allsense 1

“The craziest aspect of dreams? Well, that anything is possible, and through that possibility the darkest most desires are no longer restrained.”

It was all still but a dream for Morst. The illusions of which he had been subjected to during his stay thus-far had compelled all reason to escape his mind. He wasn’t certain if he had escaped time, and thus ran away from his fate or not, but it certainly seemed like it. Though he didn’t entirely care anymore.

Till now he could deal with the strangeness. Everything was like a very vivid dream, but when his senses lied to him, his understanding of the world around him crashed down. He was more awake than he had ever been, which for his lazy lifestyle since arriving wasn’t much.

Today he had ventured away from the pond, for it smelled too much rot to him. If he were to describe it he would explain the process of a week-old fish being coated with hair and slowly roasted with flesh and burnt. It was fairly unpleasant, even if this was all still a dream. He still remembers when he awoke from the sudden change in scent. He was laying, hidden in the grotto of the emerald pond, and sleeping pleasantly while dreaming of fishing. Normally he would first thing fly towards his usual fishing spot and spear at least two to eat. One for him, and one for his owl, Blackistoni. As he stretched his wings, his annoying flying companion spoke to him and wouldn’t stop circling around him.

He was a rather large owl, with beautiful browns and whites in his feathers. His eyes were much like the stone ‘tigers-eye,’ and his beak was rather large, but nothing compared to his talons. In his crazed behavior, the owl screeched at Morst, and that was when he caught the whiff from the pond. Morst construed his eyebrows in disgust and immediately took off to the sky.

His translucent deep ebony-black wings carried him through the sky graciously, and Blackistoni followed suit. Everything smelled awkward. Some sweet scents and some of the worst scents he had ever witnessed. As he flew he finally found a scent that was pleasant. Hovering over a roof he had smelled what could only be described as fresh orange and feathers, but it was somewhat different, more intense.

He landed upon the roof and Blackistoni perched himself upon a section of the roof that stood out. Morst looked towards his awkward companion and trifled through his bag, which was tied around his waist. He took out one of his smaller catches of fish and threw it at the owl, grudgingly. The fish flew through the air and for a moment the owl almost caught it. It fumbled from its beak more than a few times before falling from it’s grasp and started descending to the ground. The bird hooted a screech and took off after the fish. Before it touched the ground, the owl caught it and then ascended back up and whipped past Morst’s head, returning to the spot he once perched and worked on gulping down the fish.

Morst didn’t pay any attention to the bird. His attention was towards some clay he had collected from the same spot he had caught the fish the day before. It was now much more permeable and able to be easily sculpted. His large hands churned the clay over and over, kneading it into a texture that could be worked quite easily.

Placing his spear flat against the roof he used the sharp end as a stationary knife to cut the clay, and form it using a method called relief sculpting. It took quite a while before the basics of his design started to take a recognizable pattern most would discern as a tree.

He started with the making a paddle shape with the clay, and cut away branches. He used the extra pieces of clay to attempt to make deciduous leaves. The ended up looking like a tree in the fall that was dying from the cold and aging of summer. The tree took its form as he pieced it together, and it almost felt as if the thing was mourning over itself. Never able to truly have life.

Finishing his sculpture he set it down beside him, and started to stare up at the sky. His black wings and fins hanging over the roof of the building.

[Penny Noor]

It had seemed the city was trying to make her work harder than ever that afternoon. Not only had Penny been walking down the same path over and over again for over an hour in spite of trying to turn off of it at various moments, but also the looming threat of sickness made her anxious. She’d been trying to reach the bazar, a coin purse jingling at the bottom of her pocket, but evidently Ionu willed her to starve. Such was the nature of an artist. At her side was her short sword, keeping her company. A black cloak around her shoulders, pulled up so that it would cover her mouth and nose. Her grey dress peeked though beneath the buttons. She had no one to impress. What use was it to wear anything more exciting?

Alas after enough right turns she finally managed to walk onto an unfamiliar street instead of trudging through an endless temporal loop and with a mix of excitement and frustration she broke into a sprint, her feet carrying her so fast that her body barely managed to follow. She may have been a little worried that Alvadian illusions would change their disembodied will and return her back to walking around in circles for eternity.

Barely did Penny manage to take enough leaps and bounds across the cobbles that a slip of the foot and a truly unfortunate lack of balance sent her flying right into the back of another woman, catching herself at her shoulder and planting her butt firmly on the floor. And that was the end of that adventure. TOmato red with embarrassment and aching from what would inevitably turn to an angry bruise, Penny now stared up at the dark haired female stranger.

“My bad…” she muttered, horrified.

[Allassanachassanya]

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"Speech"

A harsh thump hit against her back, and as the snake woman was completely unaware of who or what had hit her, she startled and lunged around to face her would-be attacker, eyes wide, stance protective. Instead, she found herself looking down on a petite, red-faced woman with dark hair ruffled out of place by her fall. Ssanya stared for a moment, bewildered as to why she was there, and then gingerly offered a hand ti help the young lady to her feet.

"Did you fall?" It was an obvious question, but it was always best to ask these things in a place like Alvadas. The Dhani was about to bid the woman good day, when as was fairly typical, the two women were hit with the strongest breeze laden with oranges and the strangest smell of feathers. It was the scent she had been following. Ssanya raised her head and sniffed heartily into the air with closed eyes as she turned.

The building she was looking for was close.
Perhaps just around the next corner... With eyes still firmly shut, she turned on her heel and began to walk forwards as she blinked and looked around. Then she felt profoundly idiotic. The scent of the building was so clear because it had been right there, right behind her. She looked around, hoping that the stranger had left so the Dhani didn't look too stupid, but to her chagrin she was still there, gazing around.

Perhaps it was Ionu's will that had thrown the young woman towards her. Ssanya considered, but, having nothing else to do, she walked towards the dark haired girl and smiled genially.

"I apologissse if I got in your way. Ionu worksss in myssterious wayss though. Come with me to thiss.. playsse?" Ssanya's speech slurred together almost as if you could see a forked tongue behind her teeth (this was not the case) but she didn't particularly care anymore. Not in Alvadas, at any rate. She gestured towards the elegant green building and began to walk towards the entrance of the shop-like doorway.

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[Penny Noor]

Penny tilted her head to the side, watching the woman peculiarly swivel on her heel and sniff at the air. Her own nose was hit by the peculiar aroma with a latency, yet hit none the less and the moment she smelled it she almost did exactly the same thing; sniffed around for it’s source. Although human senses were nowhere near as finely tuned as that of a Dhani. She stopped herself however just in time, instead laying her eyes on the stranger once. More.

She smelled freshly cut orange peel as clearly as if she was chopping up the fruit with her own two hands. But upon a further inspection of her surroundings the fruit was nowhere to be seen. A peculiarity, that, perhaps an illusion but somehow the woman insisted on following it, even asking Penny’s assistance and well, perhaps she had nowhere more pressing to be but more likely because she too wondered where the shell came from, the young illustrator obliged. For it wasn’t just oranges she smelled. There was another note that she kept sniffing out for that she wouldn't place. It was far removed from that freshness of citrus peel. It was disgusting in that curious way that made her want to keep sniffing it only to be offended by it’s smell some more. A true curiosity.

An Alvad is never surprised by strangeness in their city. And thus she was not taken aback by the prolonged ssss sounds in the stranger’s speech. She didn’t instantly place the snakey origin, figuring the woman was just a foreigner , but finding out wouldn't surprise her. Nothing surprises who's living in the city of surprises.

“Ionu indeed does.” She agreed, nodding, gathering herself and fluffing her hair back into it’s natural resting place, hoping her momentary dishevelled appearance did not give the woman the wrong idea about her. Grabbing her stuff she followed. “What is… this? Smells like oranges and old bath water…”