thebastion | Day 201 [Open]

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Day 201 [Open]

Who: Edea and anybody
Open: Open
When: Day 201
Where: Northern Bastion, near the Skyway entrance
What: A new and very tired survivor arrives.
Format: I'll match yours
Warnings: none

Suddenly the world had changed and she was alone. Neither fact sat well with Edea. But after a tough battle in her own world and a few encounters with the lower level monsters on the Skyway with no rest in between, she had to make her way towards the only obvious sign of civilization. Her search for answers and the other Warriors of Light would have to continue another time. She could not allow herself to be killed before then.

When she eventually reaches the Bastion the girl is thoroughly exhausted. She doesn't bother searching for an Inn, simply finding the nearest wall or building she can lean up against and seats herself. As much as she wants to sleep Edea forces herself to stay awake- eyes on the lookout for her friends but hand on the sheathed blade at her hip in case an enemy should find her instead.

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With everything bad that had been going on lately, a lot of people hoped no one would show up for a while; the plague alone was reason enough to hope for isolation. Even so, time and space didn't hold to any kind of schedule the survivors of the Bastion could figure so keeping an eye out was all anyone could manager. Lately everyone was so busy with the illness they couldn't see past their noses.

Rowan was used to being pressed for time in a crisis, so it wasn't really stressing him out half as much as some people. He cooked and worked and did his best to alleviate the strain until people were allowed to help in the hospital. He just happened to be returning from delivering some supplies to the hospital when he caught sight of someone weaving through the Bastion to settle against a building.

There was no debating it; Rowan changed direction and headed over immediately.

"Miss? Ma'am? Milady are you alright?" he asked as he stopped in front of her, violet suede boots crunching softly on the ground. He was well-dressed - as always - if perhaps a little fancily in his tall turnover boots, tight leather side-laced breeches, loose silk blouse and long turnover, all done in white, purple or gold.

Crouching down the young man brought his open, guileless face into view with doe eyes and soft brown curls.

"Are you sick? I can help...there's a hospital near here," he offered sympathetically, holding a hand out, gloved palm open. "My name is Rowan, you're in the Bastion."

As Rowan approached, her grip on her katana tightened. This person doesn't seem threatening but boy has she been surprised before. It's a mistake she can't afford to make right now.

It's with eyes nearly half closed that Edea glances up at him, then follows as he crouches down. "I am not ill. Just very, very tired. A hospital is not necessary," she says with a weak shake of her head. But it's the last thing this man says that seems to spark her attention. She's traveled all over the world, through multiple versions of it even, and never heard of the Bastion. Just what havoc has the Chasm wreaked on her and her friends now?

"I have never heard of this place... Where in Luxendarc are we?" The thought of getting on her feet is not a pleasant one, much less trying to stay on them. Edea hopes Rowan will not take offense when his outstretched hand is left empty.

"Oh...um. Wow. I've never actually had to explain this to anyone before," he mumbled, more to himself than Edea. Sniffing softly and leaning back a little he dropped himself down to sit on the ground in front of her, hands resting on his ankles in much the manner of a young boy setting up for story-time.

"I've never heard of Luck's In Dark...or...ah. Well. I've never heard of that place so you're probably the first person from wherever you came from," he started awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and glancing towards the Bastion monument in the distance. Returning his gaze to Edea - because it was proper to look at people when you spoke to them - he offered a smile and small shrug.

"The Bastion is, I suppose in as few words words as possible - exactly as it says. A bastion. The last one for all life. You might have noticed everything sort of floating about in a big jumble outside? Well, according to the good people here and all of their research, someone made a really terrible, and very effective, weapon. It backfired, as those things are typically wont to do. Everything blew up. Everything everywhere ever. So, what's left of all the worlds all over the place is out there, drifting around in pieces. Time got all messed up, too. So people from some worlds that show up are from times hundreds or thousands of years apart," he explained at length, fingers tapping lightly on his boots.

"I don't know how well I'm explaining this, its kid of my first time. I should be a better orator, but this is all I've got, milady. I apologize. either way, long story short: everything sort of blew up and the Bastion is the center point where the survivors go. I'm from a place called Albion. We have people from all sorts of versions of a place called Earth, and there's even a dragon - which where I come from are pretty much only fairy tales."

He paused, tilting his head slightly and looking up from under a fringe of bangs hair, chewing his bottom lip briefly.

"I...don't know what else to say but you could always try questions. I might have some answers. If not I know some people who will."

While he speaks Edea simply listens, attempting to take it all in. She's only mildly succeeding. Even then, once he's finished she remains quiet for a time. Her thoughts and emotions are racing in different directions but she's too tired to keep up.

Does her arrival in this place mean even they had failed to stop Ouroboros? But Rowan had said it was a weapon. Could there truly be something more powerful than a god of destruction? And who's to say that that is even what's happening at all. Edea wants more evidence, more confirmation from others. She can't accept that everything is simply gone. That her friends might be too.

After a few deep breaths she speaks, shifting uneasily where she sits. "I hope you will forgive me if I do not entirely believe what you've said. I have many questions, but now... now isn't the time for them. I need to get my strength back so I can find my friends."

"Forgi--Oh! No no no, there's nothing to worry about there. I mean I didn't really understand it myself," he replied, English accent running a little thick in the rush. Waiting a moment and gathering his thoughts, Rowan leaned back, hands resting on his knees.

"There's a lot of people around here that you can talk to that can probably tell you better than I can what's going on and what's happened. I can tell you one thing though - there's not a whole lot of reason to go looking for your friends. They'll show up eventually...or...not at all."

He shrugged slightly, chocolate eyes dropping to the ground as he picked at the inseam of a boot.

"There's no guarantee who survives and who doesn't. Some people show up from different times, but they're the same people. There's these twin brothers here, one showed up months and months ago, the other one just showed up, and didn't even know his twin had been missing, because in his time, he wasn't. They even showed up from almost the same time as one another, but...well, its all very complicated to explain. I don't even think drawing a diagram would help, if you don't get it. It took me forever to understand, and I'm not stupid...we just don't have problems like this where I'm from."

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She sighs, allowing herself to slump forward for a moment. It all really is complicated. And it's not that she doesn't understand, in the end, it's just that she doesn't want to believe it. A few facts remain clear to her, though.

"Not looking for them is not an option. We have been through much and I cannot abandon them now. I will search every day if I have to." Edea is not even kidding. She would still be out there if she thought she could handle it. As she pulls her knees in and prepares herself to try and stand, she adds "but I need sleep first. Is there an Inn here?"

"No, milady, but there is housing all over and many people willing to take others in who need it while they figure everything out. But there are usually rooms in the apartments, as I understand it. And there are cottages and a tower. Right now things are a little complicated..." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck again before pushing himself up to stand.

"Come with me and I'll show you to the apartments," Rowan stated, holding his gloved hand out in gentlemanly fashion. "I can explain a little more on the way. Maybe try to help prepare you for all the talking animals and helpful ghost-things...and the bad stuff."

"Complicated?"

It worries her that all of the shelters here seem to be ones for more permanent residence. But that is a worry she can allow to sit in the back of her head for a while. Edea places her own gloved hand in Rowan's and manages to stand with his help, although she's still unsteady. Things will get easier once they start walking.

"I'm... kind of used to talking animals and ghosts," she says with an awkward sort of smile. Even if ghosts give her the creeps. "What do you mean by 'bad stuff'?"

Fortunately for Edea, Rowan is a true gentleman. She isn't left to walk on her own; the young noble tucks her hand into the crook of his arm and escorts her properly.

"Well, aside from the obvious, which is everything blowing up," he said with a wry smile, "There's a plague of some sort going around right now. Not everyone has it, of course, but it came from out there," he concluded, gesturing with his free hand to the Skyway.

"Containing it has been more of a trial than anything, but there are good, smart people working on an answer. That's why I say its all complicated. Usually there are people walking around all over the place, ready to help a new face. Lately we're having enough trouble helping ourselves. But before you panic, its not any safer outside. At least in here people are bound to find a cure. Out there by yourself, no one would be able to help."

"A plague struck my parents' village before I was born. I doubt it's the same one, but I can understand what people are going through."

She feels a bit uneasy relying on a stranger for help (even if he is being very polite). Mostly because she's gotten so used to knowing most everyone her party encountered that meeting any stranger at all is weird. It would have taken her longer to get anywhere without Rowan's support though, so she will gladly put up with being uncomfortable.

"If my friends are here one of them would be of more use than I. They're much more suited to using healing arts."

"We have a lot of people, it seems, that are good at this part or that part when it comes to healing. I myself always relied on food and rest, really. Sometimes potions, but never learned anything about healing so I just do what I can. Mostly carrying supplies and doing repairs until someone needs something else," he admitted with a soft sigh and shake of his head.

"I feel terribly useless right now. Odd, how an illness can show you just how little your previous success and achievements really ever meant. I wish I could do more but...well, I suppose its give me the unique opportunity to escort and assist someone new. I know I was grateful for help when I got it, so hopefully this is as useful to you," Rowan remarked with a warm smile.

"If your friends are out there, I promise we'll do everything we can to help them get here. Its what we all do. Its a safe place and we want to rescue everyone we can."

[Jay is taking a walk. He's chainsmoking and is clearly in the throes of a laudanum-induced hangover and is thus feeling quite murderous. When he comes across Edea, he stops and swears, loudly.]

Oh Lord. Another world's gone to the devil. I'm sorry, darling. When did you arrive?

[It takes Edea a moment to process that this person is talking to her and that she should answer his question. She's caught up on the first part of what Jay said.]

Another world... [Great, they must have world hopped again. It's kind of getting old. She leans her head back against the wall and wills herself to focus.] Today, I got here earlier today.

[Jay offers a sympathetic smile, though it looks a little like a rictus grin.]

I'm sorry, dearest. There's been ... er. A ... cosmic mistake, one could say.

Well, cosmic mistake could be used for more than one thing that's happened to me. [For a brief moment she wears a similar sort of smile, but there's only so much humor she can find in what she's already been through.]

It's just strange... When we are sent to other worlds it's always the same land. This place is different.

Well ... ah. Yes. Mostly because ...

[Jay sighs and braces himself, half for Edea's reaction and half so he won't cry, again.]

There are't. Other places. Not any more, darling.

Zarina had taken to walking around the Bastion when she could, she had figured out how to exchange shards for pixie dust, but until she figured out a way to get enough shards for a pixie dust tree (and the blue dust to make sure she had a steady supply), she decided it best to save her dust for situations where it was of most value.

She reaches the norther edge of Bastion and spots a girl, she looks asleep, and new, and probably had a lot of not fun getting here through the sky way. Of course, if she's human then the whole conversation thing will be a problem, but if she isn't Zarina is always looking for more people to talk to. "Hello? Are you okay?"

She's fairly certain nobody is ringing any bells around her, but the sound is unmistakable. The girl glances around a few times before she looks down enough notice the fairy. Her eyes narrow and her face takes on a hint of a frown. The bad news for Zarina is that Edea is one hundred percent human. Even worse, she has had terrible luck with fairies in the past.

"I'm really not in the mood to deal with any more fairies. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave me be," she says, drawing her legs in close to herself in case she needs to get back on her feet. It's a bluff more than anything- she doesn't have enough energy to fight something like Airy again. Edea is only hoping this one listens to her and isn't a brat about it.

"Okay, but..." wait a second, "Were the fairies... at home, or here?" Zarina's been a little spoiled with Colin, who understands her. She looked clearly taken aback by the animosity for fairies. Humans shouldn't even know about fairies outside of the waters of Neverland itself... and most humans shouldn't be there anyway.

"I'll go..." Zarina bows, then starts to head away. Maybe she can check on this later if she has someone else around.

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