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jigokulogs2022-07-10 12:54 pm
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Entry tags:
becoming accustomed
Who ⬤ Hythlodaeus + YOU
What ⬤ discovering fast food + angsting over feeling depowered + some TDM continuations
When ⬤ early July
Where ⬤ Sutoku district + around town
Content Warnings ⬤ none yet!
[happy: diners, drive-ins and dives]
Sutoku Territory. He's already been told that he needn't stay only in this district - apparently the factions aren't that hostile to each other, thankfully - but since he's been "recruited" to the Alliance, he decides that it should be the first place he explores. It's very different from Amaurot, or indeed any city he's ever been in; everything is much closer together, and nothing feels like it fits together. He doesn't mind a bit of chaos, fortunately, though he has to admit to being somewhat dazzled by it.
Take, for example, this food court. Such things are not unheard of in Amaurot - plenty of citizens take joy in using creation magicks for the culinary arts, and plenty more take joy in the results of those arts - but the variety of food would impress even the fussiest of Amaurotines.
And, of course, one could not simply partake in every variety, because each of them were for sale. Hythlodaeus has discovered that almost everything in this city costs something. He had been given a small allowance of coin and told that he would need to pay for things such as food and amenities; another new experience for him. Bartering he's certainly done before, but his people did not have an overarching system of currency. Everything that a person could need was given freely. He's not certain he understands why it's needed, but he'll do his best to fit in.
So, then...how to pick what to try? He spends several minutes spinning slowly in the middle of the food court, then a few more meandering around the storefronts, trying to decide.
He's aware that he's a bit out-of-place here, looking lost and still dressed in his black robes...so perhaps he should just lean into that and make himself even more obvious? Well, why not? He decides to approach the first person who catches his eye, an easy smile on his face.
"Pardon me, but what here would you recommend?"
[sad: our nature is gentle and the divine is mental]
Apparently, one of Sutoku's specialties is theater. A pleasant discovery; Hythlodaeus misses the days when he would attend shows with his friends, chatter on about the acting and stages and storylines afterwards, track what sorts of tales came in and out of vogue. Some of the plays here even remind him of home in their costuming - all of the performers wearing masks.
Of course, even out of the theater, everyone back home wore their masks; the only time it was proper to go bare-faced was in the privacy of one's home, with close friends or family. Anything else was uncouth. Hythlodaeus has never worried too much about being uncouth, but he'd complied with society's rules. With his soulsight, it was easy to recognize those he knew, anyway.
Soulsight...his one exceptional talent.
And now he is without it.
He tries to shift his vision into it automatically, several times a day, and each time it's a shock, or a frustration. He's had it all his long life – become so used to it, delighted in it, even, both for its own sake and (quietly) because it was the one thing he was truly good at – and now everything feels off without it. Subtly off, like walking through a dark room whose layout you aren't quite certain of; and suddenly sometimes, like climbing stairs in that dark room and finding that there's one less than you expected. He's a positive enough person – and there's enough distraction and novelty in this city – to be able to push past it most of the time, navigate that dark room well enough; but in quieter moments in the evenings, the stairs trick him, and he stumbles.
It is for this reason that he quietly excuses himself halfway through one of the performances. He knows that's terribly rude of him, but his mind has wandered too far and his sight is too dull for him to enjoy it. At least there's a little patio outside the theater, where he can lean against the railing and try to collect himself, eyes unfocused.
What ⬤ discovering fast food + angsting over feeling depowered + some TDM continuations
When ⬤ early July
Where ⬤ Sutoku district + around town
Content Warnings ⬤ none yet!
[happy: diners, drive-ins and dives]
Sutoku Territory. He's already been told that he needn't stay only in this district - apparently the factions aren't that hostile to each other, thankfully - but since he's been "recruited" to the Alliance, he decides that it should be the first place he explores. It's very different from Amaurot, or indeed any city he's ever been in; everything is much closer together, and nothing feels like it fits together. He doesn't mind a bit of chaos, fortunately, though he has to admit to being somewhat dazzled by it.
Take, for example, this food court. Such things are not unheard of in Amaurot - plenty of citizens take joy in using creation magicks for the culinary arts, and plenty more take joy in the results of those arts - but the variety of food would impress even the fussiest of Amaurotines.
And, of course, one could not simply partake in every variety, because each of them were for sale. Hythlodaeus has discovered that almost everything in this city costs something. He had been given a small allowance of coin and told that he would need to pay for things such as food and amenities; another new experience for him. Bartering he's certainly done before, but his people did not have an overarching system of currency. Everything that a person could need was given freely. He's not certain he understands why it's needed, but he'll do his best to fit in.
So, then...how to pick what to try? He spends several minutes spinning slowly in the middle of the food court, then a few more meandering around the storefronts, trying to decide.
He's aware that he's a bit out-of-place here, looking lost and still dressed in his black robes...so perhaps he should just lean into that and make himself even more obvious? Well, why not? He decides to approach the first person who catches his eye, an easy smile on his face.
"Pardon me, but what here would you recommend?"
[sad: our nature is gentle and the divine is mental]
Apparently, one of Sutoku's specialties is theater. A pleasant discovery; Hythlodaeus misses the days when he would attend shows with his friends, chatter on about the acting and stages and storylines afterwards, track what sorts of tales came in and out of vogue. Some of the plays here even remind him of home in their costuming - all of the performers wearing masks.
Of course, even out of the theater, everyone back home wore their masks; the only time it was proper to go bare-faced was in the privacy of one's home, with close friends or family. Anything else was uncouth. Hythlodaeus has never worried too much about being uncouth, but he'd complied with society's rules. With his soulsight, it was easy to recognize those he knew, anyway.
Soulsight...his one exceptional talent.
And now he is without it.
He tries to shift his vision into it automatically, several times a day, and each time it's a shock, or a frustration. He's had it all his long life – become so used to it, delighted in it, even, both for its own sake and (quietly) because it was the one thing he was truly good at – and now everything feels off without it. Subtly off, like walking through a dark room whose layout you aren't quite certain of; and suddenly sometimes, like climbing stairs in that dark room and finding that there's one less than you expected. He's a positive enough person – and there's enough distraction and novelty in this city – to be able to push past it most of the time, navigate that dark room well enough; but in quieter moments in the evenings, the stairs trick him, and he stumbles.
It is for this reason that he quietly excuses himself halfway through one of the performances. He knows that's terribly rude of him, but his mind has wandered too far and his sight is too dull for him to enjoy it. At least there's a little patio outside the theater, where he can lean against the railing and try to collect himself, eyes unfocused.
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"It... freezes ya in place." So whoever they trap there is forced to go through the whole thing. "'n plays ya something you regret. Even though it shouldn't have any knowledge of it." He hasn't spoken about that day to anybody, not here, not at home. So then, what is is preying on? It's impossible for him to tell.