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video — un: vast & furious.
( Last Emilia di Carlo was seen, she rode a thestral into the dark of night, with flowers burning in her hair and fury blazing in her eyes. Tonight, she looks somber and composed, her resolve no less steely for it. She sits at her desk, hair half braided into a coronet and the other half down in loose waves.
She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )
I've gathered some donations from the nobility.
( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.
She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )
I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —
( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?
It would seem harrowing experiences turn already insensible men into impulsive brutes. Impulsivity further prompted by the fact Emilia, catch of the season, has yet to accept any offer. She's betrothed to someone else, in truth. Though at the moment, she'd like to eschew the presence of any and all men.
Forever.
The clearing of a throat: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day — "
"Look around, you complete and utter toadstool. It is far from summer, and you cannot propose when I intend to do so."
"The lady will not marry you. I am the one she favors — "
"No, I shall be her heart's truest desire in the end."
"Dear man, you know little of desire, if all rumors prove true."
"You besmirch my character! There is only one way to solve this — "
"Yes. Y e s - !"
"We duel at dawn!"
Emilia closes her eyes.
Draws in a deep breath. Prays to the goddess of strength and reasoning: may she keep a moon daughter from committing any violence this evening. )
You'll excuse me.
( Before she ends the transmission, a third unaffiliated voice can be heard, wailing in the distance, "I'm so alone." )
( ooc: this post is for their network only, but the commotion outside is, of course, free game for anyone to catch wind of.
this post is open all month. there's no such thing as too late.)
She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )
I've gathered some donations from the nobility.
( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.
She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )
I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —
( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?
It would seem harrowing experiences turn already insensible men into impulsive brutes. Impulsivity further prompted by the fact Emilia, catch of the season, has yet to accept any offer. She's betrothed to someone else, in truth. Though at the moment, she'd like to eschew the presence of any and all men.
Forever.
The clearing of a throat: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day — "
"Look around, you complete and utter toadstool. It is far from summer, and you cannot propose when I intend to do so."
"The lady will not marry you. I am the one she favors — "
"No, I shall be her heart's truest desire in the end."
"Dear man, you know little of desire, if all rumors prove true."
"You besmirch my character! There is only one way to solve this — "
"Yes. Y e s - !"
"We duel at dawn!"
Emilia closes her eyes.
Draws in a deep breath. Prays to the goddess of strength and reasoning: may she keep a moon daughter from committing any violence this evening. )
You'll excuse me.
( Before she ends the transmission, a third unaffiliated voice can be heard, wailing in the distance, "I'm so alone." )
( ooc: this post is for their network only, but the commotion outside is, of course, free game for anyone to catch wind of.
this post is open all month. there's no such thing as too late.)
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( She does not see. 🤯
It's difficult to process the sheer discrepancy of their timelines alone. But if she was able to wrap her head around demons, and netherworldly creatures, and undead beings ravaging a land they were brought to against their own will, she can wrap her head around this. )
And the internet? ( Is Nudle a place in California? )
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[(O_o) crap, how do you explain the internet to someone who has no idea what electricity is, much less a computer? (?_?)]
So, when I'm from there's, like, this -- this global information and communication network called the internet. [that's a good start, right?] Part of it's kinda like the network here -- you can send messages to people all over and stuff, right? Like I could talk to you in Sicily, from California, if you were from my time.
But then there's also, like -- if I wanted to know how bagpipes worked, I could use the internet to find that out, too.
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At his confirmation, she tries to imagine it. All that information at the reach of her fingertips. Not that she would've gotten a lot of results if she'd typed in how to summon and subsequently kill a demon prince of the underworld using dark magic. Details. )
How incredibly useful. It sounds like its own brand of magic.
( It's how she's always felt about books, in truth. She'd had not the money to explore the world nor was she able to engage with it safely. Books had been a refuge to a child once afraid, a safe haven to a young woman who once preferred to be cautious than tempt fate. )
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[god bless the internet (^_^)] I'm not sure about magic but ... [he pauses, shrugging. yeah, okay, maybe he can see it] Eh, if that's the metaphor we're going with, then my magic sure doesn't work here.
Back home, I knew how to manipulate the internet or whatever.
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One can see the gleam in Emilia's eye as she picks up the pendant that allows them to understand each other at all. A marvel, certainly. But she is a skeptic to her core and growing more paranoid, besides. ) What do you think of these? Are they truly safe?
( If he can manipulate this ... internet, then perhaps he has some insight into this network she lacks. )
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Yeah, no, I'd bet my left nut they're not. [a beat] Like if this is anything like the internet, if whoever created them didn't actively put a way of spying on us in there, there's probably some flaw in the magic that leaves room for someone else to put a backdoor in later. Nothing's perfect.
[not code, not magic, not people]
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( A low admission.
Emilia's careful with the network, only using it for conversations she can ultimately live with other people overhearing. Of course, it's not always that simple, even when she's face-to-face with others: ) But we wouldn't understand each other without them.
( At least, not yet. Maybe they can teach each other. )
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[but!]
But one of the guys I know here has been trying to collect, like, a handful of phrases that'd be good to know in an emergency from everyone. [a beat] So, like, 'yes' 'no' 'we need to get the fuck out of here' 'it's safe here.' That kinda thing.
[which is both super neat and useful. he wonders, from there, how hard it would be to piece together a whole language based on all their languages]
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Her stomach tightens with an uncomfortable consideration. )
With the things we've learned as of late, we might need phrases to identify each other and ourselves, as well. ( ways to determine that they're really speaking to each other, and not someone that's possessed their body and mind. It's a magic she wasn't familiar with, not until Tarvast.
But they'll need to reckon with it. )
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[(^_^) pretty please?]
[he's only half-kidding with that, too. it's a little bit of flippancy, to distract from the fact that he had the same thought and that that's horrifying, but also, that would genuinely work, he thinks. so far, no one he's met here would get that reference, so]
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She hasn't been able to indulge in witty repartee nearly enough, besides. )
Supercali — is this about California?
( Their conversations, man. Always a good time. )
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It is, now!
[because that's much cooler than trying to explain the concept of movies and Mary Poppins. also, fuck Disney and some of their shady megacooperation bullshit. they're no better than Blume, than Tidis, than Nudle]
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Once they've reached the inside of the palace proper, Emilia finds a bench to sit down on. The corner itself is quiet enough that they shouldn't be disturbed, but she means to keep an eye out regardless. ) Will you tell me more about it? This home of yours.
( This supercalifragilistic California of his. )
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[regardless, when Emilia sits down, so does he, his expression for what it is taking on a more serious note as he plops down next to her. (=_=) where to start, to tell her about California?]
Okay, well, uh. I live in a city called San Francisco, on the coast. It's, like, nice spring-ish temperatures there, year-round -- [hence why all he has is a short-sleeved shirt and his holey skinny jeans] -- so all this cold? Kind of killing me. I was so not built for this. [yikes. (x_x)]
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her eyes all but light up at having someone who Understands. )
I haven't gotten used to it myself. We are a summery people in my city of Palermo. The air was always sea-kissed, and the sun burned bright. ( she'll always lean toward that warmth, so learning that the seven circles is a land of always-winter...
well. she doesn't know how she's going to fare, once she and wrath find their way back to his city of ice. )
It was even colder in Sa-Hareth, if you can believe it. You wouldn't have liked it. ( even beyond, y'know, all the undead. )
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[more seriously, though, Emilia gets a pleased little (^_^) from Wrench, as she talks about home. it makes him that much more homesick for his own, though, so the smile under the mask that it's picking up on to translate is a bittersweet one. he misses the beach and the sun and Marcus and -- ]
Wait, colder? [(O_o)] Yeah, no thanks for real. [(x_x)]
[though, speaking of] Has anyone ever tried finding a map of this place? [a beat] I mean, like, I know the goal is -- [behold, his sudden mock booming voice and quotey face ("_")] -- go eaaaaaaast or whatever, but. [but he wonders, now, what the rest of the world looks like]
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She likes the way he thinks. )
I'd be curious to know this myself.
( In general, she's invested in learning how they as a group can sustain themselves independently. To not have to rely on those who would move them as chess pieces across a blood board. Taravast has been a good opportunity in terms of gathering coin, but that's not all they'll need. )
When I first arrived, I was told heading east was our only ticket home. I didn't trust it. I still don't. But sometimes it feels like all we have are terrible choices. ( And among them, they must choose the one less so. )
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[maybe a map would provide some insight. somehow]