prologue ♔ we're all stories in the end

[moonheart]

WHO || Sydney, Faith, Anastacia
WHAT || Sydney arrives in this world
WHERE || The Phillipines
WHEN || Backdated to sometime in late April
HOW || Actionspam

As the Veil fog parts around her, Sydney finds herself surrounded by warm air weighted with humidity. The dissipating mist seems strangely out of place, even without its sudden coming and going, when she gets a view of the tropical scene before her. She appears to be looking out over some kind of small pool of water that flows into a cove, and there are small boats up against the shore, into which several men are loading crates, shouting to one another in Filipino.

Comments

[celerystick]

[She looks confused, really. Because of the whole jumping dimensions thing. Are they really her Alchemists?]

I didn't think there'd be a group of them all the way out here.

[silvermaid]

Their services and supplies are in great demand. But there are many who would take advantage of their work - such as these men. It's hard to blame them for isolating themselves.

[celerystick]

Then helping them was for the best.

[Even if she took damage in the process.]

But you said we should get out of here, right? I'm going to...need some help with that.

[Because her ankle. Which still really hurts, by the way.]

[moonheart]

My mom can take care of that if you want. [ she gestures at the tall woman ] Heal it, I mean. Just like that. [ she snaps her fingers ] Or, I guess we could carry you.

[celerystick]

[She actually winces at the snap of her fingers, because everything she's just said is so wrong and unnatural that she's skeeved to even think about it.]

No, no magic. I just need...some support.

[Or so she hopes.]

...How far do we need to go?

[silvermaid]

Not far. We can take you to the Alchemist's sanctuary... It's where they took those crates from. We can always take their boat - then you won't have to walk. Can you make it that far? [ she offers an arm ]

[celerystick]

[She stands on it and manages to grit past any pain she feels. (fort save 21). She gives the girl a nod, taking her arm to help.]

Yeah, I can make it. Let's get out of here.

[moonheart]

[ faith takes her other arm, and together they help her back down the path towards the cove ] I'm Faith, by the way! I don't think I got your name...

[celerystick]

[Hobble, hobble.]

Oh, Sydney. My name is...Sydney Sage.

[silvermaid]

And I'm her mother. Anastacia.

[celerystick]

It's, um, nice to meet you guys.

[That's what she's supposed to say, right? And if they hadn't been here, well, she'd be stuck. And probably dead. So.]

[moonheart]

No, it's nice to meet you. I mean you're the one who signed up for heroics like two seconds after stumbling through the Veil. That takes some real cajones.

[celerystick]

But...I don't have...

[Balls. (Wisdom 5, Sydney is the worst at social things oh my god.)]

But thanks.

[moonheart]

Don't thank us, we're doing our job. Helping people like you, who show up here with no clue what's going on... [ oh hey, boat! with crates! faith hops out into it with ease ]

[celerystick]

[Sydney gets into the boat behind her with grace, despite her injury, and manages to settle herself onto the seat, all while hopping delicately on one foot (dex 19).]

You help people like me? You mean, people that fall through the...I think you called it the Veil?

[moonheart]

Yep! There's lots of you. Like my mom.

[celerystick]

[She looks to the other woman, surprise on her face.]

You too?

[silvermaid]

A very, very long time ago. Over a century now. [ like it ain't no thang, that she still looks in her 30s. setting the boat off... ]

[celerystick]

[Oh look, watch her tense up again. Not very many things live that long, though she doesn't look like a Strigoi.]

A century? But how?

[At least curiosity won over fear.]

[moonheart]

[ as they head down the river, faith perches on a crate ] Mom's grandparents were goddesses. On both sides. [ nbd ]

[celerystick]

[She blinks a few times, her hand coming up to encircle around the gold cross around her neck.]

...Oh.

[Whut?]

[moonheart]

Yeah, like her mother was the daughter of Lurue, the unicorn goddess, and some human or other. And her dad - my grandpa - was the son of a moon goddess.

[celerystick]

[Wow, um. She doesn't now whether to laugh or cry.]

But...unicorns aren't real. And even if they were, why would they have their own...goddess?

[silvermaid]

They're very rare, and very elusive, but certainly real! And Lurue is more than just their goddess - she's the patron of all intelligent talking animals.

[celerystick]

...Talking animals. So not only are there unicorns, but they talk too?

[What the actual fuck.]