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[pathofsacrifice]

Who ⬤ Artemy Burakh and you!
What ⬤ All around the place.
When ⬤ Throughout the month.
Where ⬤ Lots of places.
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use. Will add as needed.


i. dumpster diving;

[ Despite not having to struggle so much for coin and food, Artemy still can be found buried halfway in garbage cans throughout the city. He digs around to see if there is anything particularly useful in the trash or even if there's half-eaten or thrown away scraps to eat.

Pulling himself free, he does not seem at all embarrassed or troubled to have been caught. Instead, he hesitantly holds out what he's found. The hesitation is that he isn't sure he wants to give it up, but he also finds no worth in being too greedy. ]

Would you like some?

ii. high definition;

[ He has tested out his own medication on himself so it doesn't seem strange to him that others request help in the same manner.

If it will benefit the population in some way, he is willing. Of course, he wonders how effective the drugs can be to someone who is relatively healthy. Relatively being the key term.

He is still recovering from twelve-days of exhaustion, starvation, dehydration, and a wide variety of issues. So, actually, maybe these drugs are good to try on him.

'Course he ends up feeling more like he has downed multiple bottles of twyrine. His senses both feel deadened and awakened; he feels like he can actually hear the city around him. It leaves him speechless that to come with the awareness that the city is just as alive as his town once was. ]

It's calling.

[ It's what he says as he staggers around the streets. ]

The city is calling.

iii. kappa kappa;

All right!

[ It is what is heard before his hand snaps out to grab the back of the shirt of someone sneaking around the tunnels. ]

What are you doing here?

[ Artemy draws himself up to his full height; his arms cross as he stares at the person with a look of absolute disappointment. Didn't the Sutoku Alliance say that this area is closed off? ]

A group asks to be left alone and you have to come bother them? Where are your senses?

iv. wildcard;

[ Throw whatever. I don't mind. If you want to check with anything, you can PM me. No worries. ]

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[ His expression falls at what is said next. ]

It is most likely not the same. [ Kneeling down, he rests his palm against the dirty street. He presses down on the concrete, like that would help him see beneath the stone into the earth. ]

But I've heard it before. It's not common anymore.

[ A pause follows. ] Without people, a city cannot live. [ It's not quite a response to what was said before. It is more like he's trying to convince himself of something. ] It lives because everyone is here. There are things it wants to accomplish and save because of that... probably.

[psionicmolotov]

[ That stirs a memory in him, a sentiment he'd often heard expressed by many members of his band. The idea that if Menzoberranzan had a soul of any kind, it was as mean and terrible as the people who embodied it - but theirs, all the same. They were tied to it, bound to its defense with a chain as inexorable as fate, as unyielding as a noose. ]

If this city has a voice, I doubt it is one particularly favorable to mortal ears. [ He's...making an effort to meet Artemy on his own ground, though he honestly doesn't think much will come of this conversation when the man is clearly not in his right mind. ] If you try to understand it, it may very well break your mind beyond repair, which would be somewhat of an inconvenience for you.

[ ...though he seems to have enough experience with stumbling about that maybe it won't be such a barrier after all?? You don't have to be an observational genius to tell that Artemy's been through Some Shit. ]

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No, it probably is not. [ But still, his tone is fond as he talks to the gravel and the street. ]

Even so, I would like to hear it. I don't want its voice to go unheard.

[ He curls his fingers into a light fist. Opening his mouth, he closes it soon after, uncertain what it is that he plans to say next. Breathing out slow, he finds some of the words that he wishes to use. ]

Isn't that worth something? To still hear it even it hurts? To let it know that its wishes aren't going ignored, that uh, even if we might not be able to fulfill all of them?

[psionicmolotov]

[ It sounds somewhere between a religious ramble and a spiritual one, though in truth those things may very well overlap.

But he finds some strange kinship with the sentiment, or maybe he's just overtired from an unfamiliar place. ]

....I suppose there is worth in communicating with something that nobody else bothers with. [ He can't help but be reminded of the hivemind. Illithids were infamously insular creatures, but they had accepted him, in their own way. ] Though I am not certain something so large would care overmuch about being heard or not.

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If it is hurting, it wants to be heard.

[ Another soft pat on the concrete. ]

It isn't hurting, though. [ His words hold a 'not yet', but he is hopeful that the addled state of his mind is what is telling him something is coming. Artemy lifts his head up as he has a moment of lucid thought. ]

Ah, that's right. I took quite a bit of things. Is this the result?

[psionicmolotov]

It appears so, though I have little idea what goes on inside your head as is. [ A faint frown. ]

Shouldn't you sit down instead of limping everywhere? You are an easy mark. [ The comment, though acerbic, is something halfway approaching concern. ]

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It is mostly a lot of mooing. [ He jokes. ]

I suppose. [ Artemy has to agree that he should sit down. He plops down where he was standing; his legs out in front of him. A long, pained sigh slips out before he digs through his bag. ]

I thought I could find some medicine or -- [ Mumbling, he thinks of treating his ailment due to drugs with more drugs. It wouldn't be the first time he chugged down a few tonics in order to settle what he had done seconds earlier. ]

[psionicmolotov]

[ He tries to focus for a second on Artemy's thoughts to see if that's actually true or not, and it gives him enough of a headache that he doesn't maintain that focus for very long. ]

Your head is noisy. I agree with that. [ Whether he actually managed to glean something of any insight or he's just complaining as a more general thing is unclear.

Kimmuriel leans against a nearby wall rather than sit. It's easier to act if he's not sitting, and he knows better than to relax in a place like this. ]

I think the best treatment would be simply to wait until it subsides, [ Kimmuriel replies, with the exasperated tone of someone who has definitely had to supervise people like this before. ] Do you really wish to wager your health further?

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So much noise inside that there is not much left for thinking.

[ Again, he jokes about his current state. But he does look around toward the city; he can hear its voice. It doesn't use words but feelings and he smiles -- an exhausted smile that drags his whole face down. ]

My health is nothing compared to others. [ Artemy does cross the short distance so that he stands in front of Kimmuriel. ] Though, I do know there is only so much I can do if my situation worsens too much.

[ A slight pause. ] Do you think that it will forgive me? Forgive me for not going where it wants me to go? [ Forgetting what he said before, he doubles back to wondering about the city. ]