asgardmeridiem | [OPEN] An Ally Arrives!

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[OPEN] An Ally Arrives!

Who: Everyone!
What: Some weird "elf" guys and their stuff
When: Day 136
Where: Outside the Gate of Fire
Rating: worksafe! If a thread is going to a higher rating, take it elsewhere.

[This is a general open log for the Thunderous Voices event!

You are welcome to assume friendliness from the elves, though they are mostly very polite people. They won't be overly rowdy or rude but they aren't uptight, either. They will trade for medical supplies and any sort of cool clockwork trinkets you can think of, so feel free to get creative! If you think it might be challenging the tech level rules, please ask the mods before assuming an item is OK. Also, their herbs and whatnot as the same as could be gotten in Utgard, but they do have more of the healing flowers from the Spring Party!

Beyond that, you're welcome to explore any of the things we've listed in the linked post above. The elves will not give information about the alliance and the war. It isn't their business to do so, so any info they give is not likely to be something previously unobtainable ICly. They'll also talk about their home, which is described briefly in the world info faq here. They'll speak of it being harmonious with nature and will not take kindly to any less than environmentally friendly things done in front of them. They also won't take anything not 100% environmentally safe in trade. They'll take Runes, though!

If you'd like us to NPC a thread, please contact a mod and let us know! Otherwise, go ahead and assume smaller contact and play with each other enjoying the sights and speculating on what everything means!]

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"Excitement, definitely excitement. One of the things I used to love doing back home was tasting random things mom had us working with," she said, laughing and grinning a little too broadly. "Most of them couldn't really hurt me, but I got a bit of a sense for what they were supposed to do whenever I did that. Mixing new combinations was always fun."

"I guess I can understand that." She nods thoughtfully. "When I start on a project I've never done before, I'm always a bit nervous about how it'll turn out, but I'm excited too."

"That's basically how I feel right now. Having this gives me something to concentrate on," she said, smirking. "It helps me feel... less out of place to have something that I can do, something that's very me."

Nakama smiles and nods, understanding completely. It's one of the many reasons she ran herself into the ground making uniforms for her fellow pilots - it was something she could do, something that was very her, to leave behind after she couldn't help them physically anymore.

"Does having distractions and things to concentrate on help...?" With your other side, she wants to say, but they're in public. Even though Samantha seems to talk about it rather freely, it still feels impolite. Hopefully she'll understand what Nakama means.

She did seem to catch the implication and glanced to the side. "Yes... and no. It helps because I'm not really thinking about sex when I'm doing it. I don't know that it helps in terms of the times I can't predict," she said, grunting. "It helps with other, more basic things at the very least so there's that."

Nakama is continually surprised by how maturely Samantha treats her. It's one of the reasons they've hit it off, at least on her side. Very few other people would talk about sexual thoughts so frankly with her, and after what she heard at home from her mom, she can handle that kind of language.

"You mean when you're taken over completely." She looks away sadly. "You're in a place with representatives from thousands of worlds now. I'm sure there'll be a way to stop that from happening."

"That... that can't actually happen," she said, shaking her head and swallowing hard. She walked to a nearby tree and shook her head. "It's been hard to accept, but my father isn't here, and I haven't heard the voices anymore. Much as I shudder to admit this, that is never going to be a danger. It is just the occasional boiling of my blood, like some twisted Ms. Hyde."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I don't really understand how it all works." Nakama hangs her head a little. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"I barely know either. I know my blood gets riled up, but ... losing control completely and never coming back... that was my father's goal," she said, shrugging noncommittally. There was no point in hiding it now. "At least that's what one of the voices told me. I don't... I really don't like talking about them, so I don't which means that you don't have any reason to know this. They're all very insane, after all. Just dealing with my Ms Hyde moment's is bad enough."

"You don't have to talk about any of this if you don't want to," she assures Samantha in a frantic rush. "It's none of my business anyway."

"True... really, all that matters is I'm unstable, but if I ever go completely evil it would only be because I chose to. You don't need to pull punches because it's not my fault in that case," she replied, looking at her levelly. "It's important to know that sometimes."

"O-Okay." She can't quite look Samantha in the eye. She doesn't want to talk about people being taken over by evil forces and having to be killed. She's had too much of that lately.

"Enough of that. It doesn't matter. You know one of these days, we need to go out for dinner or something pleasant. Get our minds off of the crap that just seems to haunt this place," she said, snorting out a laugh. In truth, she could only laugh at the expense of the whole situation. Why not? Better to laugh than cry.

She looks up shyly, a small smile touching her lips. "That'd be nice. I'd invite you over for dinner and make it myself, but... um, I live with Karu and Shou."

Her smile disappears. It hurt to say, but Samantha had to know it eventually. She won't want to come over knowing that anyway, it's not like Nakama is keeping her away. Right?

She simply nodded. The change in her face wasn't easy to notice, but was there. There was ice in her veins. "It would be better if I never come to your home, or at least not if they and I do not reconcile first," she said softly. "My place would be fine, or a restaurant instead. I... don't want to bother them with my presence."

"I'm sorry, Samantha. I know this is really complicated, but they... they're like big brothers to me, and I knew they could make me feel safe. I really do hope you can reconcile sometime soon... I don't like having to split up my friends like that, and you don't deserve to be locked out of my house."

"It really is... less complicated than you think it is," she said, shaking her head. "I hurt Karuika, in control or not. He may be scared or furious with me, and Shou hates me for what I did to someone he cares for. You don't need to worry about it."

"It will come when it comes, and there's no reason to force it."

"Okay." She sighs. "I just hope that no one feels hurt or betrayed because I'm friends with the other. Sometimes this is harder than it looked from the outside."

"I'm certainly not," she said, shaking her head. "They're both good people. You don't need to worry about me on that one."

A warm smile spreads slowly across her face. "Thank you, Samantha."

"Eh, don't worry about it. Really, I'm way too used to there being sort of complicated friendships roaming around. The last place I used to live, there was a lot of fighting over the 'principle of the thing' by friends and former friends. I figure I don't need to demand people ask for forgiveness for what someone else did. We've already got enough crap on our plates personally as is," she said, giving off a shrug and a snort of a laugh. "Plenty enough for me to worry about without adding blaming people for what others've done."

"Yeah, I guess that's true." She sighs. "It does get complicated, doesn't it, having friends? It gets even worse when you have a boyfriend."

She coughed and looked to the side, her face flushed red. The talk with Eridan had gone interestingly, and she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. The mere thought that she could have a relationship at all seemed foolish. The closest she'd ever managed had been only because they had a way to 'explain away' her psychotic periods easily enough and he was too much a lump to care.

It hadn't really been a 'real' relationship if you'd looked at the psychology of the whole thing.

"I'm... not sure I could ever really manage a relationship, at least... not something like what most people consider one," she muttered. "NO matter what, it's complicated. That much I'm sure of."

"It's... yeah, even for someone like me, it's pretty complicated." She looks sad for a moment, her gaze darting away. "Sometimes I can see why my mom stayed single. But... it's worth it." She's silent for a moment. "It's worth it."

Oh, she was dating someone? Well, Samantha couldn't fault her. The trenches were the sort of emotionally charged sorts of places that led to fast romances, after all. They could be a liability, but she wouldn't deny someone else that happiness, especially if she might consider trying it, given half an excuse.

"I'll have to take your word for it for now," she said. "I'm better off staying away from the normal myself."

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