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"It is an exploration for truth; the reveal can be more terrifying than the unknown."
With supplies low and the general morale of the crew very much the same, the Moira still continues to move through the Runoff at a decent speed. As per Captain Ira's orders, plans to stop at the nearest port of call to re-supply and (hopefully) give those aboard a chance to recover from the catastrophe of the Luminous Sea and its subsequent plants have been made priority. Without much incident, after nearly a week and a half of traveling, the ship makes ready to dock.
WELCOME TO THE MINI COLONY
The Mini Colony was first established as a outpost between the Fixed Moons and the Living City of Inanna. Yet, over the centuries, it has flourished into an outpost of trade and commerce as well as is home to numerous individuals from across the universes. The temperature is generally mild all year, and even when it isn't, there are control units throughout the Mini Colony regulating weather conditions to keep it from such high extremes. Its citizens, while diverse, appear to cohabitate together well and are generally welcoming to those traveling through. However, beyond the numerous tourist areas, there are more dangerous and less friendly places in the Mini Colony. Anything and everything can be found here. You just have to know the right person to ask.
☄ OUT AND ABOUT There is quite a lot to see in the Mini Colony, and not even an entire week will allow for all that this place has to offer. Aside from the multiple businesses found within the MC, there are also plenty of other sectors ready to be explored by those crew members willing to brave these particular places. Yet, within these sectors, there are some "unknown" places that not even the locals really give much attention to. If explored, everything is as normal as any other place on the Mini Colony, but as time progresses, the trek through begins to take longer and longer. Soon, you find yourself tired and with no end in sight as to happening upon another sector, and after a while, a nearby bench seems to beckon you to sit. Upon sitting, a soft humming sound fills your ears and in the span between blinks, you're suddenly waking up on the Moira just as it docks at the Mini Colony. Talk about deja vu.
☄ SWEET NOTES After a few days, those aboard the ship may notice that particular areas of the Mini Colony are beginning to prepare for some sort of celebration. This festival is known as the Desiderium Festival, which derives from "an ardent desire for something that has been lost", and is a celebration to remember and honor the dead—as well as the living. It is celebrated with a particular fruit that ripens around this date every year. This citrus fruit is tart, yet sweet, and crumbles into caviar when removed from its rind; the fruit has no special effects on the eater but pairs nicely with alcohol for after-hours consumption. The group that throws this festival, the Lamaria, make paper from the rinds of the fruits, which is then used to write on and is the only proper paper for these notes to be written on. As fitting the occasion, people wear special finery to present the notes to their friends and relatives and to wear to the grave sites where they leave the notes for the dead. These tend to be burgundy and lime colors, like the fruits, and are shot through with gold. Participating is considered a great honor, so if asked to join, carefully consider before declining.
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thisavrou_log2016-10-02 12:25 am
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And if any of these people could get a tranq dart in you, they'd turn you into one in a second. And anyone else like you. How were you planning to get to Cassie's mom from Division, combat roll your way around everyone?
[ For Andyr, the violence isn't a choice, but so long as it's himself wielding it, he isn't a weapon. Or, at the very least, he's his own weapon, and that's the best he can hope for. He tells himself it's defense, either for himself or someone else, that there's no choice to it, and getting the freedom to have peace requires this. it's obligatory as simply the right thing to do. Andyr's told himself a lot of things while trying to survive in Hapsburg, attempts to warp his mind so that he could find a means to accept it, or at least live with it, in some strange way. If he wasn't convinced of them by now, it wouldn't have been so effective. ]
Nick-- [ He starts, but the door's slammed open and Nick doesn't seem willing to have a discussion of it. Either way, Andyr can't argue it with him and defend against whatever reinforcements are headed for them. ] Fine. Whatever.
[ Unloading what's left in the gun's clip into whoever he can get a good aim on, he tucks the weapon into the back of his jeans and turns to run, following Nick out the door. ]
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[Snapped. Sorry, it's a little bit of a sore spot with him right about now, when he's helpless to wake her up. But he also knows that the fight against Division won't be so cut and dried. The drug is still their leverage. Even with what Nick can do, it won't mean anything if he looks in the wrong person's eyes. He's not looking to start a revolution. Maybe the fight will be bigger and he'll be in the thick of it, or maybe he'll just make sure Cassie reunites with her mom and then hops the next plane to Osaka or Mexico City.
He just wants to keep the few that he actually cares about alive, and that's why his only plan is to get Andyr out of there.]
Let's haul ass before anyone gets any ideas about putting one of those darts in either one of us.
[The hallway beyond the door is pitch dark, and Nick's eyes are darting about nervously before he just thinks fuck it, and sweeps anything that's in front of them out of the way. He glances back over his shoulder, but he doesn't need to be able to see Andyr's face that clearly to imagine the scowl that's on it.]
Why'd you come here?
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A pause settles before he answers, a frown in the tone of it. ]
Wanted to earn some quick cash. [ and this is what he’s been doing for the last six years - stepping into a cage with a stranger, and pulling them apart. ] Fighting’s what I’m good at.
[ Andyr’s voice is quiet, with eyes skipping behind them now and again, to see if anyone’s following. They seem to have let them go. ]
Thought it was just people volunteering. They put a slave in with me.
[ and all it took was seeing someone unwillingly forced into a death trap with him for his mind to snap. ]
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Still, it seems a little different for Andyr. This kind of thing doesn't seem good for him, even if the other guy hadn't been a slave. Nick chews the inside of his cheek. He is a grown-ass man, and it's not really his place. In the end there's just a heavy sigh, but no words.]
There. That's the door I came in. [Nick stops against it, ear pressed close to it. No sounds on the other side, so the only thing left is to see if he gets his head blown off when he peeks out of it. He doesn't.] Looks like we're in the clear.
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Following behind nick, he makes it out, and leads the two of them away from the building, back into the streets and more populated areas - safe. ]
What were you doing there? Looking to throw all your money away?
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[Nevermind that he didn't even know that Andyr was going to be there. But in a fair fight, he would've. The guy's like a monkey with a black belt.
He feels better in the streets, the crowds, turning his body to navigate between people.]
Mostly just needed something to do.