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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A crowd has assembled in the tournament grounds. Many local business beings have decided to capitalize on the spectacle. Food vendors and 'relic' merchants weave among all the milling beings. |
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| + | Down in the tournament grounds, a strange, dome shaped tent where several Creators in their strange (But recently stylish) jumpsuits are setting up some tables and directing the construction of a small stage. This could be exciting!<br> <br>Cara is slightly familiar with Creator arrivals considering that she has been to a few of them before. However, their arrival is normally rather enlightening when it comes to learning about older races. She is currently wearing her regular outfit since it seemed appropraite considering the occasion. For now, she merely waits a good distance from the dome shaped tent. She leans against one of the vendors and watches from there.<br> <br>Lyas has never seen Creators land before, and like so many others, the naturally curious cat could not resist the chance to observe the spectacle. The tabby gravitates towards the domed tent, stepping on toes here and there in order to make other beings move out of the way. His pricked ears show keen interest, but he eyes the Creators with a bit of a smirk - fur-less, scale-less and feather-less, they look naked despite their clothing.<br> <br>Meanwhile, Lady Longtail is making her way across the tournament-field, seemingly trying to figure out where to go... Whether to go for the stands where the majority of nobles seems to be gathering, or whether to mingle in the crowd. On the one hand, the nobles would mean she'd have to interact with less people... On the other hand, the nobles would also practically guarantee having to interact with people. Decissions, decissions... | ||
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| + | In the end, she opts for a place near the stands, close enough to the nobles to not be out of place, but far enough that interacting with her would require anyone to move closer to her, first.<br> <br>Shira is in the middle of the crowd, which is rather bad for her, considering her small stature. She jumps up and down to get a look at the creators, but to no avail. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the glider wriggles her way through the crowd and towards the front where the action is, uttering hurried apologies at the stepping on toes and bumping into beings she does on her way.<br> <br>"Hands off the stand, Miss," comes a pleasant voice, near Cara, "Unless you plan to buy something." The voice belongs to a rotund tanuki at the other end of the blue cart. | ||
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| + | It is not long before the Creators have completed their stage. In fact, it almost seems to build itself. Literally. Struts and planks fly together and a stage unfolds from assorted scraps until a stage comes together, about five feet high, easy for most beings to see. A Creator male strides out onto the stage and waves around to the gathered beings before his voice booms out over the crowd. | ||
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| + | "Welcome BEINGS of PROMISE!" he says, his translator obviously altering words that don't quite translate, "We are here to dazzle you with a show of CREATOR MAGIC!"<br> <br>Cara sighs and backs away from the stand. From there, she walks over to the ground next to the stage, her tail waving through the air. As soon as she is close enough she stops. She raises an eyebrow for a moment, "Why would they be welcoming us?"<br> <br>At the front of the crowd, Lyas chuckles at the display. Magic is hardly new. He's seen (and failed to understand) plenty of of mathemagic already; what was so special about the Creator brand of it? His interest fading, he begins to edge back into the crowd. | ||
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| + | esponding to Cara's voice without looking to identify the speaker, the cat answers, "They might've forgot it's us who lives here and not them, don't you think?"<br> <br>Flora, for her part, seems to be taking things as they go, so far. Her tail is flicking lightly behind her, and her gaze moving towards the creators, a brow raised. She's got not a single clue about what's going on, but that doesn't mean she's not going to keep an eye on things.<br> <br>Shira continues fighting her way to the front, eager to see this creator magic. If they come all the way here to show it off it gotta be different than the kind she was using, right? The small being is nearly at the front of the crowd as she bumps into the cat that was already on his way back out before the show even started! Though she has little time to think about that as the force of the collision causes her to fall onto her butt.<br> <br>The man on the stage waves a hand around to indicate four other creators, two females and a young male. "We are here with special permission from Mister Parson himself to share with you, the wonders of the galaxy beyond this world!" Another wave of the hand and there is an explosion of lights and strange music fills the air! A murmur of appreciation moves through the crowd.<br> <br>Cara smiles immediately and upon seeing the explosion of light. Hopefully most of the magic involves spells that work like that. Cara immediately turns to address the sudden voice though, "They probably don't know our language."<br> <br>"You could be right there," Lyas agrees, still moving backwards into the crowd - probably stepping on more toes on the way back than he had forwards. Probably. Turning his head at last to see the speaker, he nods and grins at her. "Cara! Shouldn't you be out punchin' elementals with your bare hands, or sommat?" It's at this point that he notices a weight hit his back, and jumps forwards a step. His first thought is to run his hands over his pockets and belt-pouch - it isn't uncommon for unsavoury Being to use a collision as a cover while pickpocketing - but, that done, he turns to see Shira on the ground. "Are you going to watch from there?" he asks, smiling widely. "Or mayhap you can crawl to the front?"<br> <br>Flora is... Not exactly impressed, so far. Light is easy. Music is easy, too. Nothing overly exciting yet, so far. To be fair, a lot of things are easy for the creators, so it's going to take a good bit of effort to impress Lady Longtail...<br> <br>Shira rubs her behind as she gets up. Her eyes find the feline's and she smiles. "Sorry! And yeah! Thats a good idea, actually, the crawling, I mean. But I am so close, I am sure I make it to the front without doing that." She giggles and squeezes past Lyas and between two heavy clans that block her sight.<br> <br>Zuri slinks his way past another set of legs, still trying to find the front of the crowd. Heck, at this point he'd settle for anywhere that allows him to see even the slightest thing that's going on up front! He's spent a few minutes trying to navitage this veritable forest tightly-packed beings. He finally emerges somewhere on the side of the room, poking his head out to look at the stage, and panning to regard the crowd. The small pegasus-mander gasps as he spots Lyas not far from him, and re-enters the forest of legs only to emerge near Lyas again a few minutes later, about the time the music starts. "Hiya!" He calls out chirpily, before poking his head out to peer at the Creators. "Did I miss much?"<br> <br>The Creators on stage are all smiles as the lightshow continues, creating whorls and and patterns in the sky, even in the light of day! The four creators each retrieve a fist sized white ball from a case and launch into flight, trailing light behind them as they zoom out over the crowd. But it is like no air mathemagic on Promise, there is no wind blowing them about, nothing to indicate that they are using air magic at all! | ||
Revision as of 20:32, 13 July 2016
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13/7/479
Log
A crowd has assembled in the tournament grounds. Many local business beings have decided to capitalize on the spectacle. Food vendors and 'relic' merchants weave among all the milling beings.
Down in the tournament grounds, a strange, dome shaped tent where several Creators in their strange (But recently stylish) jumpsuits are setting up some tables and directing the construction of a small stage. This could be exciting!
Cara is slightly familiar with Creator arrivals considering that she has been to a few of them before. However, their arrival is normally rather enlightening when it comes to learning about older races. She is currently wearing her regular outfit since it seemed appropraite considering the occasion. For now, she merely waits a good distance from the dome shaped tent. She leans against one of the vendors and watches from there.
Lyas has never seen Creators land before, and like so many others, the naturally curious cat could not resist the chance to observe the spectacle. The tabby gravitates towards the domed tent, stepping on toes here and there in order to make other beings move out of the way. His pricked ears show keen interest, but he eyes the Creators with a bit of a smirk - fur-less, scale-less and feather-less, they look naked despite their clothing.
Meanwhile, Lady Longtail is making her way across the tournament-field, seemingly trying to figure out where to go... Whether to go for the stands where the majority of nobles seems to be gathering, or whether to mingle in the crowd. On the one hand, the nobles would mean she'd have to interact with less people... On the other hand, the nobles would also practically guarantee having to interact with people. Decissions, decissions...
In the end, she opts for a place near the stands, close enough to the nobles to not be out of place, but far enough that interacting with her would require anyone to move closer to her, first.
Shira is in the middle of the crowd, which is rather bad for her, considering her small stature. She jumps up and down to get a look at the creators, but to no avail. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the glider wriggles her way through the crowd and towards the front where the action is, uttering hurried apologies at the stepping on toes and bumping into beings she does on her way.
"Hands off the stand, Miss," comes a pleasant voice, near Cara, "Unless you plan to buy something." The voice belongs to a rotund tanuki at the other end of the blue cart.
It is not long before the Creators have completed their stage. In fact, it almost seems to build itself. Literally. Struts and planks fly together and a stage unfolds from assorted scraps until a stage comes together, about five feet high, easy for most beings to see. A Creator male strides out onto the stage and waves around to the gathered beings before his voice booms out over the crowd.
"Welcome BEINGS of PROMISE!" he says, his translator obviously altering words that don't quite translate, "We are here to dazzle you with a show of CREATOR MAGIC!"
Cara sighs and backs away from the stand. From there, she walks over to the ground next to the stage, her tail waving through the air. As soon as she is close enough she stops. She raises an eyebrow for a moment, "Why would they be welcoming us?"
At the front of the crowd, Lyas chuckles at the display. Magic is hardly new. He's seen (and failed to understand) plenty of of mathemagic already; what was so special about the Creator brand of it? His interest fading, he begins to edge back into the crowd.
esponding to Cara's voice without looking to identify the speaker, the cat answers, "They might've forgot it's us who lives here and not them, don't you think?"
Flora, for her part, seems to be taking things as they go, so far. Her tail is flicking lightly behind her, and her gaze moving towards the creators, a brow raised. She's got not a single clue about what's going on, but that doesn't mean she's not going to keep an eye on things.
Shira continues fighting her way to the front, eager to see this creator magic. If they come all the way here to show it off it gotta be different than the kind she was using, right? The small being is nearly at the front of the crowd as she bumps into the cat that was already on his way back out before the show even started! Though she has little time to think about that as the force of the collision causes her to fall onto her butt.
The man on the stage waves a hand around to indicate four other creators, two females and a young male. "We are here with special permission from Mister Parson himself to share with you, the wonders of the galaxy beyond this world!" Another wave of the hand and there is an explosion of lights and strange music fills the air! A murmur of appreciation moves through the crowd.
Cara smiles immediately and upon seeing the explosion of light. Hopefully most of the magic involves spells that work like that. Cara immediately turns to address the sudden voice though, "They probably don't know our language."
"You could be right there," Lyas agrees, still moving backwards into the crowd - probably stepping on more toes on the way back than he had forwards. Probably. Turning his head at last to see the speaker, he nods and grins at her. "Cara! Shouldn't you be out punchin' elementals with your bare hands, or sommat?" It's at this point that he notices a weight hit his back, and jumps forwards a step. His first thought is to run his hands over his pockets and belt-pouch - it isn't uncommon for unsavoury Being to use a collision as a cover while pickpocketing - but, that done, he turns to see Shira on the ground. "Are you going to watch from there?" he asks, smiling widely. "Or mayhap you can crawl to the front?"
Flora is... Not exactly impressed, so far. Light is easy. Music is easy, too. Nothing overly exciting yet, so far. To be fair, a lot of things are easy for the creators, so it's going to take a good bit of effort to impress Lady Longtail...
Shira rubs her behind as she gets up. Her eyes find the feline's and she smiles. "Sorry! And yeah! Thats a good idea, actually, the crawling, I mean. But I am so close, I am sure I make it to the front without doing that." She giggles and squeezes past Lyas and between two heavy clans that block her sight.
Zuri slinks his way past another set of legs, still trying to find the front of the crowd. Heck, at this point he'd settle for anywhere that allows him to see even the slightest thing that's going on up front! He's spent a few minutes trying to navitage this veritable forest tightly-packed beings. He finally emerges somewhere on the side of the room, poking his head out to look at the stage, and panning to regard the crowd. The small pegasus-mander gasps as he spots Lyas not far from him, and re-enters the forest of legs only to emerge near Lyas again a few minutes later, about the time the music starts. "Hiya!" He calls out chirpily, before poking his head out to peer at the Creators. "Did I miss much?"
The Creators on stage are all smiles as the lightshow continues, creating whorls and and patterns in the sky, even in the light of day! The four creators each retrieve a fist sized white ball from a case and launch into flight, trailing light behind them as they zoom out over the crowd. But it is like no air mathemagic on Promise, there is no wind blowing them about, nothing to indicate that they are using air magic at all!
