06-27-2023, 01:12:16 AM
The benefits of trying to find your way in such a large city is that the populace seems to weave around you. Maybe it is an unconscious effect, the crowds turning away from the miraculous amongst them out of wariness, or reverence.
Consciously, though, the general reaction to you four is annoyance, of four people standing together and becoming the obstacle for the citizen walking to and from work, from bars filled with song and cries, from repairs and numbing drinks that just barely keep them hanging on until eventually, everything frays and you have to do it all over again. Two people even shove through you, not really paying attention to you four, but clearly being too inconsiderate and lazy to take the extra seven steps to go around your little group.
Upon further inspection, they seem to be yet more low level enforcers, whispering amongst themselves. Glancing mentions of glory, cowards, and seeking cash from "that highlev robot agent".
You don't need the ancient magic running through your veins to know that a base would be excellent right now. Or anything, really that can get you away from a scrape with some deadset Missionary.
#63(b).
>Regardless of what anyone says, look around to see if there's any hotels or visitor's centers visible from where the group is, just in case we don't have to look around that far.
Luckily for you, you're in city central. There's hotels scattered all over the place. The coffin type's the most common, one where you put you and all you have in a little capsule until daylight comes once more, and you head out to your everyday life. There's a couple of fancier ones, too, but the entrances you find for them are the service elevators, for the common worker. If you want to get into those, well, you're going to have to look either a lot shiner or a lot more terrifying than that.
Omen.
> Look for a map on the floor. Hey, who knows, maybe it'll save us all some trouble.
Well the floor's not the best place to look. There's scrap paper and broken screens posted all around, but if they had a map on them, it's hard to tell from all the footprints, soaked up puddles, general abuse, really. It would have saved you a lot of trouble, you admit, as a looming obelisk rises from the sidewalk behind you. An obelisk with peculiar symbols, almost resembling city blocks.
Kartono.
Syringe.
>Let's go with the 'asking people' approach. Any nearby passerbys around here? Do they happen to have a map?
> Seeing as it was your idea to begin with, join Kartono in looking at the nearby folk to see if anyone has a map—and more importantly, gauge whether or not you can convince them to let you borrow it.
You two begin looking for people that could seem to help you. Most people are occupied with themselves, but there seems to be one slender figure, leaning along the obelisk behind Omen, who is searching the ground beneath you for any hidden gem, or perhaps maybe contemplating to those little gods how he got here. It's not an uncommon occurrence.
Xer hands are stained with seagreen spray paint, with long, blond hair and a black holographic veil just barely hiding the steel and gold scales underneath their glowing blue eyes. And xey look at you, trying to remain relaxed: xey've clearly got the jitters.
"Wha-oh. You want to see the map. I mean. It's free, you know. You can look at it, I won't stop you. Just-hey, are you with anyone? Not that I'm in trouble, I mean-"
Xey're clearly blocking the map with xer body.
Consciously, though, the general reaction to you four is annoyance, of four people standing together and becoming the obstacle for the citizen walking to and from work, from bars filled with song and cries, from repairs and numbing drinks that just barely keep them hanging on until eventually, everything frays and you have to do it all over again. Two people even shove through you, not really paying attention to you four, but clearly being too inconsiderate and lazy to take the extra seven steps to go around your little group.
Upon further inspection, they seem to be yet more low level enforcers, whispering amongst themselves. Glancing mentions of glory, cowards, and seeking cash from "that highlev robot agent".
You don't need the ancient magic running through your veins to know that a base would be excellent right now. Or anything, really that can get you away from a scrape with some deadset Missionary.
#63(b).
>Regardless of what anyone says, look around to see if there's any hotels or visitor's centers visible from where the group is, just in case we don't have to look around that far.
Luckily for you, you're in city central. There's hotels scattered all over the place. The coffin type's the most common, one where you put you and all you have in a little capsule until daylight comes once more, and you head out to your everyday life. There's a couple of fancier ones, too, but the entrances you find for them are the service elevators, for the common worker. If you want to get into those, well, you're going to have to look either a lot shiner or a lot more terrifying than that.
Omen.
> Look for a map on the floor. Hey, who knows, maybe it'll save us all some trouble.
Well the floor's not the best place to look. There's scrap paper and broken screens posted all around, but if they had a map on them, it's hard to tell from all the footprints, soaked up puddles, general abuse, really. It would have saved you a lot of trouble, you admit, as a looming obelisk rises from the sidewalk behind you. An obelisk with peculiar symbols, almost resembling city blocks.
Kartono.
Syringe.
>Let's go with the 'asking people' approach. Any nearby passerbys around here? Do they happen to have a map?
> Seeing as it was your idea to begin with, join Kartono in looking at the nearby folk to see if anyone has a map—and more importantly, gauge whether or not you can convince them to let you borrow it.
You two begin looking for people that could seem to help you. Most people are occupied with themselves, but there seems to be one slender figure, leaning along the obelisk behind Omen, who is searching the ground beneath you for any hidden gem, or perhaps maybe contemplating to those little gods how he got here. It's not an uncommon occurrence.
Xer hands are stained with seagreen spray paint, with long, blond hair and a black holographic veil just barely hiding the steel and gold scales underneath their glowing blue eyes. And xey look at you, trying to remain relaxed: xey've clearly got the jitters.
"Wha-oh. You want to see the map. I mean. It's free, you know. You can look at it, I won't stop you. Just-hey, are you with anyone? Not that I'm in trouble, I mean-"
Xey're clearly blocking the map with xer body.