soul_logs | Intro Log!

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Intro Log!

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: February 11 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City!

The city was in good shape today, despite the recent attack to it and the unfortunate earthquake a month back. The damages to the city had been repaired best as they could, and everything else was covered in a healthy heap of decor for the upcoming Valentine’s Day.

Things were a bit somber, as was expected after so many of the residents lost their loved ones. Fortunately, if there was something Death City was good at, it was getting back on its feet after a fall.

[ooc: Player characters will also be joining the log. Everything after the sub thread Soul Perception is open to all characters.]

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Kid couldn't help but think how easily someone would think that. But he kept the thought to himself.

"I'll take your word for it. But then who does fight?"

Even that little pat on the shoulder kinda felt like weird pale infidelity, but Karkat wasn't going to be unnerved by Gamzee, sober or not. He'd shooshed him into submission a couple of times before, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it again if he had a good enough reason, palemance or no.

"Not really doubles. I mean, god damn I don't think anyone has the tolerance necessary to deal with two of you at once. You disappeared a week or two ago, apparently went ahead and did your stupid killing spree after all, and now you're here."

Karkat paused, tilting his head a little.

"When exactly are you from on the timeline, anyway?"

"That is fine! I will see it for myself again one day. And it is likely that I will not remember my conversation then, so this is only about my current curiosity."

He nodded. "Yes. It is done like this." He lead her step-by-step through filtering, making sure she's following at every step of the way. They're ninja. They need to be able to filter things. "If someone has filtered something from you, you will not know. There is no sign. There was... something filtered from me and I found out later when it was shown to me. You can filter mid-conversation as well, make it private if it goes into something sensitive or personal."

Clare left it alone, she could understand just well enough that she could never understand. It was best to leave it alone, no amount of explanation would fully show each the other's world.

"I love words, and stories, my life hasn't exactly been thrilling and books give me insight into so many other lives out there," Clare could go on but it seemed so childish, to have more love for the adventures of others than she had for her own adventure here. That while a part of her wanted to explore, she got just as much fun exploring the works of Mark Twain.

"I turn into a shield," Clare explained, they would go into more detail over Meister and Weapons later, but they rarely did practical demos, "At first it was either Off or On for me. Now I can half-transform. It's not as strong as when I'm a shield, but I can fight on my own... sorta." Clare didn't even know where to begin trying to explain this. So she didn't, it just wasn't going to work and half the time Clare didn't get what she was doing. And this was as she did it.

"I don't have a Meister, so whatever I do I'm at a fraction of my potential. Just how it works here," Clare paused, and smiled, "On the plus side once I have a Meister my being untrained in combat won't matter so much. So long as they can fight, I can fight."

Gamzee watched and listened, nothing in his vacant-like expression changing the entire time. IT was interesting the way his friend talked about these matters, asking about when and not where. And yet it all made sense in this setting he'd entered into.

He spread his arms out again, this time not for an embrace, but to represent a large size. "Green motherfuckin' sun."

That should be enough of an answer. You could only see something like that for the first time once.

"It is... It is the latter, but it is also not broken. BREW can only grant one wish at a time, and as the wish given to it was to end the war, it will pull until the wish is granted. Then it will move on to the next one, which will be to send us back." He shrugged. "It was a young man who had just lost his father to the war, so it is understandable."

Gai bowed his head. "And I am Maito Gai. It is a pleasure to meet you. And no. That cannot be changed either. My own are gone, changed by this place. But do not worry. There will be something else in its place. You will either be a Weapon or a Meister, which will be told to you later in the tour. Weapons change shape into something used to fight, and Meisters wield the Weapons. There is training to teach these things!"

Hinata followed everything he did closely, not missing a single key-stroke. To do so would probably mean failure when she tried it herself, and filtering seemed like a serious matter. Some information was best left unknown to others. Especially if any family business happened to take place on it.

"All right...That seems easy enough," she said. "That seems rather useful. Though it seems like being able to filter away from someone can cause some problems...depending on what is being discussed."

"Oh shit," Karkat's eyes widened at that. "They really blew it up? I mean, I knew they were going to, but I had to idea those shithive sons of bitches could actually DO it!"

That answer caused Gamzee to blink dumbly for a moment before he burst into laughter. Luckily for Karkat, this didn't last long.

"Hell nah, palebro. They brought that motherfucker all into being. You ain't all set your eyes on that shit yet?"

Gai shook his head, but not in disagreement. It was rueful. "It can cause a great many problems, and complications. But at the same time it can be a needed function. I do not know where I stand on that. And if there was not a way to filter on the network I am certain that other means of private communication would be worked out. Handsigns, notes in secret places, meeting up and speaking in code." He shrugged. "It is the way of things."

Sometimes he wondered if he and Kakashi should teach some of the younger ninja ANBU handsigns, but that would be breaking too many regulations that were rather important. Perhaps they should come up with new signs, with new meanings.

She rolled her eyes. "Figures. You'd think people would leave behind notes that others can read later." Instead, one usually found barely legible cryptic messages or was forced to guess how things worked. Her eyes narrowed in thought. "'To end the war?' That's it? That was the wish?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "At least this machine didn't take the easy way out and destroy the planet." Or separate it into two planets. Sheena's expression grew a little softer at the revelation. She nodded, a sad, knowing smile touching her lips. "I do understand how he feels, so--kidnapped or not--I'm in." Like there was ever any real doubt about that...

And ironically, it had nothing to do with the chance of going home after. It had to do with who she was. She was a fighter and a protector of others' rights to live the way that they wanted, and if ending this war would grant them that wish, then she was all for it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," she replied, nodding slightly as he confirmed that what she had sensed about him was true: Gai was a fighter like her. Now, she was torn between two curiosities, and decided to go with the obvious one. "People can change into weapons and someone else uses them? How--" She shook her head. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know how."

"...engaged?" oh great. Well, Light could see the reasoning behind the move. Having Misa with him was a great advantage, however, it would just cause problems here -- especially since he had planned to play the romantic interest card with Yako. He brought his hand up to the bridge of his nose to ease some of the tension building between his eyes.

"If we become partners, then yes, we will live together. But for now you need to get a room of your own. It's the way things are done here officially, Misa. And you wouldn't want to trouble the staff, would you?" By his tone of voice, he made it very clear that troubling the staff would trouble him.

"That does sound like so much fun... Being able to experience something through books without having to actually do so." She sounded almost sad, almost rueful. "I-I think you'll make a good writer, then."

The information she provided was the kind she understood and related to more. Teamwork, weapons; these were things she had more experience with. "That...I think it makes sense. In order to be at your best, you have to work as a team, right?"

Sheena wasn't sure what to make of their guide and didn't know whether she should hate him or like him. Right now she decided on a nice middle-of-the-road approach and tolerate him, since he did seem to have some of the same beliefs she did.

She looked at the school with something akin to longing. She had never been to any type of school--save for her Grandfather's dojo--and surprised herself with just how much she wanted to go to this one.

She was about to point out that Death the Kid was the ultimate protector, and that their "whining", as Black☆Star put it, was just part of their right to live the way they wanted (although, she would admit that incessant complaining would eventually get to her, too), when she caught sight of the sun.

The stairs didn't bother her--she's seen a few large one in her lifetime--but the sun? Maybe something happened to her while she was teleported here. To no one in particular, she said, "I'm not the only one seeing that, am I?"

"I'm sure there would be, too." She did her best to smile. It wasn't a happy one, but one meant more in understanding. "No matter the communication method, um, I think someone will always find a way to keep it private."

But keeping some people out meant possible miscommunication and they could be hurt. It was how most bad things seemed to happen, in her opinion.

"Thanks," Clare did catch Hinata's tone, and decided it best to steer clear of continued gushing over the finer values of written work. Maybe it was something they didn't get much time for while doing ninja things.

"You misunderstand the dynamic. A team is individuals working toward a common goal. A Meister without a weapon, and the reverse, are half of an individual," her time here, and her attempts to train on her own lead her to this conclusion. A Meister/Weapon pair functioned as an individual on the battlefield, each the extension of the other. "While teamwork is important, a Meister and a Weapon aren't a team. They are a single entity on the battlefield. With two minds, but a single will. If... that makes sense?"

Clare left out the best known exception, that would merely muddle the issue.

The pout remained, but Misa knew by now when to back down with Light. For years she'd been with him, adapting to his moods and his plans, knowing when to push and when to ease off. Usually, it was time to ease off, or he could get angry. It was disconcerting that he was surprised at her mentioning their engagement, but it only hastened her desire to get away to a place where they could talk freely.

With another nod, she gave him a sweet smile and brought the communicator close to her chest. "Alright, I'll find out what I am and then meet you there, right?"

Sheena couldn't help smiling when she first saw the duo. She was reminded of Corrine catching a ride on a convenient part of her body--although for him, it was her shoulder. And, he didn't wear a hat, but a bell. Thanks to her association with him--not to mention some of the things she's already seen--she really wasn't too surprised when Blair began to speak.

No, her shock came when she transformed into a human right before their eyes. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, taking a step back initially. Things popping out of nowhere--Summons, wings--was one thing, but to see someone totally transform themselves? That was something else entirely. Maybe there was something to this people-becoming-objects thing after all.

"So, there's magic here, too," she said quietly once the initial shock wore off. She wasn't jealous, since she didn't cast spells herself, but she couldn't help wondering just what kind of place this was.

Looking at Blair, she asked with a small smile, "Are there animals who don't transform who can speak with other species?" Well, that wasn't the first question she wanted to ask, but the other one could wait.

Basket in hand, Sheena made this her first stop. At first, the young ninja didn't know whether to laugh or run at the spelling of "Hospital." Instead, she looked at the wolf and noted the intelligence behind the eyes.

"Hello," she said. "How are you?"

"I think that it occurs to no one that the knowledge might be lost." Gai nodded. "That... is a good point. It is a machine and so that would have been one way to end it." It made him feel good that someone was just... willing to join in. A lot weren't. Too many weren't.

"Which how? The use or the transformation? I am a Weapon and I can show you that, if you would like. And it is possible that in Soul Perception you will be approached by a Meister who can show you how that works! Or there is Morning Training, where we have many Meisters and Weapons and you can see both and partnerships!"

Amaterasu looked up at Sheena, her tail flopping a little more. Soon enough, there was text.

I'm well, thank you.

Gai nodded, because this was true. "Then do you have any other questions, or would you like to continue on to the next area?"

Black☆Star followed her gaze at her question. This really was a common question the guests asked, so he answered the way he usually did, "No. It has a face. At sunrise and sunset it starts to go to sleep and drools everywhere. You tellin' me your sun doesn't do that?"

What did kids play if they couldn't play dodge the drool? It just seemed surreal to him. "Oh yeah -- moon's got a face too before ya ask."

Sheena smiled upon seeing the tail wag and reading the text.

"That's good," she replied earnestly. A mischievous gleam came into her eyes and she leaned down slightly to whisper conspiratorially.

"Please tell me that's not the real name of the clinic."

Sheena didn't have to get so close, but she probably didn't want the others around to hear her.

Oh, but it is. It has to fit in with the City's theme after all.

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