OPEN POST 2021

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit

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[laeradr]

[ Vangeance only gives a small cant of the head at first. He's already gotten the sense that Cinnabar isn't the type to speak frankly about their intentions or desires, which means he needs to read between the lines. The last thing he wants to do is say something insensitive to someone who already seems to wary. ... aah. That wasn't sympathy, was it. ]

Mm. I suppose it isn't surprising that this sort of place would make for many restless nights.

[ He gets it, in other words. He gets why Cinnabar might prefer to wait for nightfall before getting started.

There's a longer pause before he continues. ]

Cinnabar, I wonder if you'd permit me to ask about your homeland? [ His tone of voice is relentlessly calm and gentle. Not particularly enthusiastic, lest he sound invasive, but just a little curious. ] Of course, I understand if the subject is too painful to speak of. I wouldn't wish to exacerbate any feelings of homesickness.

[globs]

[ so he's going to linger, then. They shift on their feet slightly, feeling a bit of unease bubble up from inside. Of course, they could always just say no - but Cinnabar is caught between wanting to flee and wanting company, as they often are, and, much like the last time they met in person, they can't quite bring themself to just shut him out. It's true that they find him hard to read, but it's also true that he just doesn't feel that dangerous to them, as suspicious as he appears. ]

Fine. What do you want to know?

[ they're not homesick, not exactly, even if they miss the other gems. It's a complicated topic. But not so complicated that they can't talk about it. Cinnabar doesn't exactly have any secrets. While they continue speaking, they drop their shoes on the ground, stepping back into them. ]

But don't get your hopes up. There isn't much to say about it.

[laeradr]

[ He blinks at that before exhaling softly, just shy of being a gentle laugh. At the same time, leaning back against the tree he's standing before; it keeps his body language from being too invasive, he thinks, and might lessen the pressure that Cinnabar is feeling. ]

I'm not seeking any information in particular.

[ Vangeance gives a soft hum in thought as he glances off into the foliage surrounding them. And while it's not really in his nature to speak to frankly in most situations, he gets the feeling being forthright might help put someone like Cinnabar more at ease.

There's the quiet 'thunk' of his helm as he rests his head back against the tree, keeping his gaze shifted aside. ]

... It's simply that I felt I've been far too ignorant about the ways of those other than humans. And perhaps it's somewhat crass of me, but our drastic differences made me curious. What kind of place you come from, how your days are spent, what kind of landscape you're accustomed to. What kind of life you live.

[ A pause before he offers Cinnabar a small smile, meant to be reassuring. ]

I'd be grateful for anything you'd be comfortable talking about.

🥰

[globs]

[ At least he's honest about his curiosity. It might have irritated them from someone else, but, again, he's very polite and straightforward, and Cinnabar does feel a little bit like they owe him for the present. They can't hold it against him. They're curious about humans, too - they just aren't brave enough to ask people. (And there's something admirable about wanting to rectify one's ignorance, too.) ]

Anything. [ a small huff. ] That's not helpful.

[ and they're not a normal gem, anyway. How unfortunate that the only one Vangeance can ask is Cinnabar - as if they could tell him anything about what kind of life their people live... if Cinnabar was honest about themself, it would just be humiliating. Despite their dismissive response, though, they continue after a small pause. ]

... We live on an island in an endless sea. Me, fourteen other gems, and Kongou-sensei. It's green in the summer, and snowy in the winter. The insects and plants disappear. But they come back again every year, because they can make more of themselves. [ a pause. ] ... We aren't like that. Gems don't die. But if one of us disappears, there's no guarantee we'll be replaced. So we have to work hard to defend our home.

😭💖

[laeradr]

[ It's a rather obtuse answer, and not the most detailed. But still, he can glean some unsaid information from those curt words. Vangeance gives a tilt of the head in thought as he replays Cinnabar's voice in his head. ]

... an island. [ Idle words to fill the silence while his mind races. ] It sounds quite pleasant if you put it that way. My homeland does border the sea, but it's quite far from where most of my work takes place and I've only seen it once. I can't imagine being surrounded by such a sight at all times.

[ -- they don't reproduce, then, if Cinnabar differentiates between the gems, and the insects and plants. And there's a difference between 'death' and 'disappearance.' Gems can be incapacitated, then? Or perhaps there's simply a limit to how much 'death' they can endure. And this 'Kongou-sensei' probably isn't a gem? What kind of relationship does this person(?) have with the gems, then? And what is he? Not to mention -- ]

But I take it your life isn't entirely idyllic, if defending your home is something you speak of so plainly. [ His tone of voice remains calm. Not dark, not pitying, because he somehow doubts Cinnabar wants that kind of simpering sympathy. But it's just a touch more careful than usual as he continues: ] May I ask what exactly you must defend yourselves from?

[ What kind of people(?) would invade an island, one that sounds so isolated and self-sufficient, and why? Already, there's an ill premonition prickling at the back of his neck, and Vangeance hopes that it's wrong. ]

[globs]

[ seeing the sea only once is pretty hard to imagine for them. It implies the existence of a piece of land so big that there's a point in it where the ocean disappears from the horizon. Kongou implied that there used to be land like that in their world, too. Provided the things they've learned about their ancestors, they suppose that only makes sense - Vangeance probably lives on a world somewhat like that.

They were expecting him to ask that next question, though they were purposefully vague enough that he could have asked almost anything; it's the most important thing to learn about the way the gems live, after all. Cinnabar only buries the lede because they don't want to be pitied for that, too. ]

The moon. The ones who live there come during the day to try and take us away. Gems who go there don't come back.

[ their brow furrows a little bit as they say it, but they decide it's true enough. they're not sure what came back was really that gem anymore. ]

It's been going on longer than I've been alive. [ they pause, then fold their arms, closing their eyes with a small sigh. ] Before you ask, we don't know why. Not really.