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01 cactus flower - action/video
[Action]
[This new arrival is determined not to fly blind into Luceti. The first thing he does upon gathering himself is pick up the journal, examine it, find the guide, and read it from end to end. It raises many worries, but answers all of his questions, and, thus prepared, he heads for the village.
...Still wet from his unfortunately placed landing, and with far less clothing than he would like. His glasses would be nice to have, too...
Ondorus stops when he comes within sight of the village, his worry and wariness becoming too much to ignore. Is this a human habitation? Might they chase him away if he comes too near? Or is it a town unlike Sharance, where all people would be welcomed?
The hesitant New Feather in the field to the village's west could use some reassurance. Anyone conducive to crossing his path there in the morning?]
[Video]
[The man that appears on the journals later in the day has been restored to his usual dignity, soft purple cape over dark robes and thin-framed glasses resting on his nose. His spiraled horn and pointed ears are very visible in the video, as are the few tattoos patterned over his forehead and cheekbone. He looks straight at the camera with calm, steady purposefulness, and when he speaks, his voice is steady and his words are precise.]
Good evening.
My name is Ondorus, and I am a new arrival to Luceti. I am very grateful to the kind residents who pointed me in the right direction when I was searching for my personal effects. [He bows his head for a moment.] Thank you, sincerely. I also would like to thank the author of the guide found in the journals. It is very well-laid-out and -written, and eased the surprise of arrival considerably.
[He bows his head again.
Ondorus wonders if he should say something about the village's diversity - ask if it is usual and accepted, thank the villagers for their openmindedness, speak to his fellow nonhumans? No, no -he all would draw too much attention to himself. And there didn't seem to be any problems...best to let a sleeping shadow panther lie.]
…Ah. To the community as a whole...this village seems to be quite well-equipped to meet our needs in such a way that renders many normal tasks unnecessary. What sorts of activities do you recommend to fill the spare time? If you'd like to share your own preferences, I would appreciate that as well.
[This new arrival is determined not to fly blind into Luceti. The first thing he does upon gathering himself is pick up the journal, examine it, find the guide, and read it from end to end. It raises many worries, but answers all of his questions, and, thus prepared, he heads for the village.
...Still wet from his unfortunately placed landing, and with far less clothing than he would like. His glasses would be nice to have, too...
Ondorus stops when he comes within sight of the village, his worry and wariness becoming too much to ignore. Is this a human habitation? Might they chase him away if he comes too near? Or is it a town unlike Sharance, where all people would be welcomed?
The hesitant New Feather in the field to the village's west could use some reassurance. Anyone conducive to crossing his path there in the morning?]
[Video]
[The man that appears on the journals later in the day has been restored to his usual dignity, soft purple cape over dark robes and thin-framed glasses resting on his nose. His spiraled horn and pointed ears are very visible in the video, as are the few tattoos patterned over his forehead and cheekbone. He looks straight at the camera with calm, steady purposefulness, and when he speaks, his voice is steady and his words are precise.]
Good evening.
My name is Ondorus, and I am a new arrival to Luceti. I am very grateful to the kind residents who pointed me in the right direction when I was searching for my personal effects. [He bows his head for a moment.] Thank you, sincerely. I also would like to thank the author of the guide found in the journals. It is very well-laid-out and -written, and eased the surprise of arrival considerably.
[He bows his head again.
Ondorus wonders if he should say something about the village's diversity - ask if it is usual and accepted, thank the villagers for their openmindedness, speak to his fellow nonhumans? No, no -he all would draw too much attention to himself. And there didn't seem to be any problems...best to let a sleeping shadow panther lie.]
…Ah. To the community as a whole...this village seems to be quite well-equipped to meet our needs in such a way that renders many normal tasks unnecessary. What sorts of activities do you recommend to fill the spare time? If you'd like to share your own preferences, I would appreciate that as well.
[action]
--That is a man with a unicorn horn. Mithos can see him up ahead, through the spaces in between tree trunks. A unicorn horn. Curious, and maintaining very comfortable distance, he pauses. His eyes stray from the horn to the points of the strange man's ears. ...Hi Ondorus, there is a boy with scratched-up arms and a scratched-up face and a crutch staring at you from a few yards away.]
[action] post-clothes-recovery contemplative wandering because fuck pime taradox
When he does see the boy, he stares for a moment before his eyes widen a little. What is someone with injuries doing all the way out here?]
...Are you all right?
[action] YEA
...I'm fine. [His leg is recovering, and his abused skin and flesh is a small annoyance...his sister's absence is a much deeper injury.]
[action] ....i can't see mithos' ears in any icons so I am assuming that Ondorus can't either
I don't know how much of my magic has been limited here, but I can heal your surface wounds.
[Ondorus feels a pang of familiar, wistful weariness at the suspicious treatment. At least he's not outright aggressive, but...well, the happy illusion of Luceti couldn't last too long. There would ne one eventually.]
[action] your assumption is correct!
...Why do you care? [Somewhere beyond the cold edge of his words is genuine curiosity as he tries to figure this guy out.]
[action]
[The offering hand remains outstretched.]
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He looks at Mithos for a few seconds, not speaking.]
...Mm. I do know that.
I also know that a word on a page which travels around the world will, when read, look the same no matter the author's ancestry. For the sake of the person that wrote the word, I cannot think of denying to someone in need whatever aid I can give.
[action]
While you're looking at the person beyond the race, I can guarantee that they are looking no further than your horn, or you ears, or your magic. They fixate on what is different, and they condemn you for it.
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[…partially sarcastic: Ondorus would never seriously use what Kuruna means as a slur. But it gets the meaning across, he hopes: There's no ill feelings between the two of us yet, and no reason to create any.]
[action]
[To be able to just walk up to someone, not knowing who or what they are, and offer help like it's nothing...he can't understand that kind of strings-free thinking. Just as difficult to understand is how freely he can broadcast his differences, not that a horn would be easy to hide.]
[action]
What I can do, here and now, is heal some of your wounds, and what you can do is accept or decline.
[And Ondorus, in turn, doesn't understand bitterness, and he doesn't understand why other people's hateful actions should cause him to respond with hate in kind.]
[action]
He's very tempted to refuse the offer and just leave, but traipsing through the forest all day has left him exhausted and the prospect of being relieved from his wounds is enticing. The slew of bites and scratches - left by a very angry beak and set of talons a few weeks ago - have been healing slowly, and his long searches through the woods only ever add to his collection.]
...Fine. Heal me. [He's curious about how this man's magic works too, and still wonders what exactly he is. Half unicorn...? Half elven...?]
[action]
He nods, and crosses the distance between them calmly, reaching out and touching his fingertips to Mithos' arm. He moves slightly, as though inhaling and exhaling, and a soft light pulses at the point of contact. The scratches heal over in about eight seconds.
He repeats the process on Mithos' other arm, then, if he allows it, his face, touching his fingers to Mithos' forehead. When he steps back, he closes his eyes and lightly squeezes the bridge of his nose, as though he has a headache.]
[action]
...Interesting. It seems to have put some strain on the man, not that Mithos cares at all. It just makes him wonder.] ...Are your abilities granted by your horn?
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[He drops his hand and opens his eyes, the strange feeling passing.]
Looking into this world's spirit magic could be useful...
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I assume that...half unicorns [or whatever the fuck you call yourself] are rare in your world. [Of course he's still on this. Seriously, that someone could be part unicorn is worthy of a raised eyebrow. And he's trying to pry out what exactly you are.]
[action]
We univir are not as numerous as we once were, yes.
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Would that be the fault of humans?
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At best, no. At worst, partially and indirectly. The records that would clarify the matter were either lost, destroyed, or never made.
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...Regardless, at the very least I'm sure the humans didn't mind too terribly as your numbers dwindled.
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[Ignoring that second part. They had kind of sort of agreed to disagree, and Ondorus, on his part, intended to uphold that.]
Univir once lived with humans, many generations ago. Some incident caused all monsters, univir included, to either be exiled from the town or leave of their own volition. Each side claims a different story, you see.
Since then, our population declined due to our dispersement and stubbornness.
[read: after getting kicked out they got tetchy and nationalistic and wouldn't make babies with non-univir]
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...If you're done... [He will be leaving in 2 seconds.]
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Ondorus nods, feeling slightly offended but trying not to let it show.]
This has been an interesting day on all counts. The circumstances could have been better, but I am glad to have met you...
[...yeah he's probably not going to get a name here, but Ondorus will leave that tone hanging anyways to be taken as Mithos wishes.]
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