Gods and Spirits - RPLOG
Participants
Date
8/7/476
Log
Tis a fine summer afternoon. Loitering at the edge of the fence that separates the Creator vessel from the fair grounds, little Juliana stands, calling out to those who pass. Being a Creator, getting attention is not difficult, but when she asks, they walk away with a sad shake of the head, shrugs, and other gestures of uncertainty, leaving Juliana unfulfilled.
Arimia keeps her cloak tugged about her, pausing at the call from the Creator. She looks over, almost visibly debating if she'll walk over or not, then shrugs and makes her way over to Juliana.
Mirana walks up to the Creator Ship as quickly as she is able, though not as fast as she was before. She has a half smile on her face, her Ironsoul Battledress on, and regards Juliana with a mix of sadness and understanding. "Hello little Creator, what brings you out?" she asks, then noticing Arimia. Joy washes over her, but, before she can talk with her former commander, she decides to work with Juliana first.
Amelia shuffles closer towards Juliana without much hesitation. "Hello again, little one. Is there something that you need?" She adjusts her glasses and glances around at any others that might be approaching.
Lottie has never met the child and at the chance to fill in some notes, she didn't quite jump, but she'll certainly hurry after the rest of her work is caught up. A wave is offered to Arimia and she hurries along to catch up.
A bright smile, and she leans forward as more come to answer her call, "No one will tell me about it," she complains, "I've been listening," Danger alert, "And I heard you had magic things, like, real magic, like..." she makes an expansive gesture, "Like things appearing out of nowhere and magic fairies and things."
Arimia flicks her ears slightly and smiles at the child, giving a small shake of her head. "I do not know about things appearing out of nowhere. The magic we have is, I think, similar to something you already know of. As for faries... Well. I've never seen any. However. I can tell you we have dragons."
Mirana looks to Juliana and her head tills slightly to one side, "Things appearing out of nowhere, magic fairies dear little one? Do you mean the machine spirits? Sweetie, you and your parents made those, or," and she looks about, noticing Lottie and Amelia, "Greetings there Lady Blackback, and hello to you too." Then, she takes a moment to address Arimia as well, "Miss Arimia, it is good to see you as well." Finally she continues with Juliana, "Sweet little one, do you mean... the Great Spirits?" she asks.
Lottie brushes her vest a few times, cleaning some bit of dust as she flips open her book and begins to quickly sketch a rough of the child and the surrounding folk. Leaning forward, she murmurs to Arimia, "Any rules on dealing with the child? I've missed the last few times she's been out and about. I don't want to get someone in trouble flipping the book around or somesuch." She then straightens up and nods to Mirana, "Lady Solacious, good afternoon."
Amelia rubs at her ear. "Well... We have math? Is that what you're talking about? I'm not sure what else there is, at this time..." She glances towards Mirana. She seemed to know more about it, so she leaves it to her.
Juliana's head bobs once before she gives the ground a stomp, "Yes, those. Spirits. Not the machine ones. I already know about those." she says with all the 'I know everything' bravado a youth can muster, which is quite considerable, "Why haven't they come to say hello to me yet? I want to see them." she demands, placing hands on hips. She remains behind the fence for the moment, separating herself from those she questions. Hearing Lottie speak, Juliana looks at her, "I'm right here. You don't have to speak about me in the third person, UNKNOWN. My parents are fine so long as I don't go past the fence."
Arimia says a bit dryly, "I would imagine because they are busy." She gives a small shrug of her shoulders before looking to Lottie. "Don't know. My first time meeting the kid as well." She turns her attention back to Juliana and says, "Now. Knowing that these spirits may be busy do you really want to try and drag one to meet you? I mean, how do your mother and father act to you inturrupting THEIR work?"
Mirana conciters Lottie's words first, "No, I don't think so De... Lady Blackback, but I'd still say to be cautious." She says then looks over Juliana, she can't help but smile at the Creator kit. "Well, they don't like crowded places sweetie, they like to be far from where lots of beings are. But, I can ask one to come here if you'd like dear, I've been meaing to talk with Shailia myself, would you like that dear?" she asks Juliana again. She looks around to Amelia and Arimia, eyes dancing slightly with excitement.
Lottie flips a few pages and finds the right page, then says, "We may not be able to summon them child, but there's a drawing, not the most detailed what with the circumstances. It's better than nothing though right?" She then flips the book around and holds it for the child to see. There might be a few other figures present that would be recognizable in abstract. "I'm Charlotte little one, though I go by Lottie. Or Lady Blackback, though I'd assume Lottie would work."
Amelia folds her arms and turns to look at Mirana. "That would be rather excellent. I've been looking to speak with one, myself. I do not know much about them, but I am certainly curious." Her attention turns back to Juliana. "You certainly are bold! But I understand your curiosity."
A dramatic rolling of the eyes, "They tell me to go find something else to do, and usually close the door once they get me out of the room. What they get for bringing their kid on this kind of trip anyway," she huffs petulantly. "You can make one appear?" she asks Mirana, "Please, yes, do that." Petulance melts to excitement rapidly.
Arimia frowns and shakes her head slightly, turning away. "Fine. Have fun with that." She glances at Mirana and her frown becomes a scowl. "I'll be leaving if you're doing that. I've no desire to see the thing that twisted your body into the deformed mess it is."
Dio had heard from various individuals that a creator child was asking beings about some interesting things. Being as unoccupied as he was, speaking with a creator would hopefully assure a cure to his boredom. With a tuck at his coat, the lion moves towards the creator ship and notices a rather familiar group he's met with before, along with the creator child in question. "'ello lassies," he shouts, rapidly approaching the group. "Ooh, would ya look at that." His smile grows nearly a mile wide as he looks towards the creator and draws towards the fence. "It's a tiny creator lassie! How cute."
Mirana nods and, with affection touches a claw to her right ear and the gold ring there in, "Ok sweetie, Shailia, Great Mother, Your child has others here that would like to talk with you." she calls out, but in the next breath looks to Arimia, "Dear... deformed mess? I.. don't know what you mean." she says, looking a bit shocked and saddened by the words.
Amelia rubs at her side for a moment, looking a touch displeased with something before giving a nod to Dio. "Welcome to the party." She glances back towards Arimia for a moment. "Oh, is that what did that?"
Lottie raises an eyebrow and snaps the book shut for now as she stands up straight. Looking between the diminutive woman and the vixen, she takes a step back and murmurs something to herself. She licks her lips, then says properly, "Come on you two, try not to do this here of all places." Her gaze then quickly shifts to the child.
Juliana looks a bit perplexed as the argument starts, "She looks alright to me?" she says, looking Mirana over, "A bit fuzzy, maybe?" But who isn't fuzzy compared to a Creator. But this is forgotten as a form slips from the void as if wetly emerging from the cleft of time and space. Blue and purple furred, currently female.
She looks to Mirana with a soft smile, then turns her gaze to the small Creator with a soft noise, "What an adorable child," she says, bypassing the fence as if it were not there to reach for and pinch at the Creator's cheeks, drawing both huffy whines and giggles of amusement at once.
Arimia gives a small shake of her head and says, "You looked fine the way you were before. Now you look like a freak." She continues walking away then, tugging her cloak about her, not stopping as the spirit shows up.
Dio listens to and notices Mirana touch her ring, having a good feeling as to what was coming next. "Oh, callin' yer spirit out now mighty vixen? Is that what the tiny creator lass wanted to see?" His ears twich as a new voice directed towards him catches his attention. "Good to see ya, lassie. Suppose we haven't met before have we," he smiles, looking towards Amelia and back to the child as the spirit was called. "Oh, there she is again! The spirit of pillows." He looks as Arimia leaves, frowning at the insult but chooses to hold his tounge for the time being.
Lottie runs her fingers through her hair and watches the smaller woman go. She flips the book open to a page, takes a few notes and just shakes her head with a sigh. The spirit fixes what frustration is there and she looks to it, turning to a new paget to sketch this one out. A little thumbnail of it pinching the munchkin then a proper sketch in the center of the page. "Why purple?" is all she can really think for the time being. Other than a few snarky notes about the remaining folk on her notes. In tiny, cramped shorthand.
Amelia looks a little startled by the presence of the spirit, to say the least. "Augh. That was sudden." She looks towards Mirana for a moment, then to the spirit. "It was that easy? I expected something... More grand."
Mirana gives Dio a soft chuckle, "Yes sweetie, it is a creator kit!" Then looks to Lottie and Amilia, smiliing as Shailia appears, but it is Arimia's words that cut deep to her, "A... freak?" she says softly, and looks up to Shailia, the coon striking a cord, weither she knew it or not. She nods to Dio, "Yes, indeed I am. I... hope I'm not bothering Shailia, but this child wanted to.." and seeing her spirit so happy makes her own moment of doubt wash away.
Lottie says with deadpan tone, "You do look a bit... exaggerated compared to the average person. I think they're bigger than my head." Then she's back to scribbling in her book, shifting it around to get it comfortable in her grip. "So all you have to do is touch the ring and she appears? I really hope there's more to it than that, it would be such a nuisance. It's why my doors are soundproofed when I'm home even."
Some passerbies pause, confused or aghast as the spirit gathers up the child and begins hugging her, making her squeal with surprise and delight. The two seem to be getting along well enough, but the spirit has absolutely no sense of reverence or deference to the creator kit. Shaila looks back at Mirana, "I told you to call me if you had delightful children to show to me," she says, sounding delighted. She musses up Juliana's hair, "Your parent's child is very cute, and so full of energy. Hello. I am Shaila."
Juliana shakes her hair back into approximate position, "Hey Shaila, I'm Juliana, or just Julie's alright.."
Shaila looks confused a moment, then reaches, tapping at the dangling metal card around Juliana's neck, "Why does this speak your words again?" she asks. They appear to be quite distracted with one another, so rude.
Amelia rubs her neck. "Well. This got strange pretty quickly. Is that all there is too it, then? She wanted to meet a spirit, she met the spirit, all is right in the world?"
Dio walks up to Mirana and puts an arm over her shoulder, assuming she doesn't try to back away, and gives her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Look at how cute that is," he smiles once more, observing the creator child and spirit playing together. Breaking away from the hug, the lion gets a bit closer to the fence and starts waving his arms in the air, almost as if he were a child himself! "Hello there again spirit lassie," he shouts, trying to grab their attention. "Thank ya for the pillow. It was quite comfortable."
Mirana look to Amelia, and smiles, "That is all there is, she said all I need to do is call for her, and she'd come." Looking up with a mix of pride and child like glee herself to Shailia, letting her to her work with Julie. Then she turns to Lottie, "Exaggerated... but... that is alright, right?" A twing of doubt again as she looks herself over as well. "But no, It was mostly just... a feeling, to call Shailia, I just ask for her, and intend to call." THen she is swept up with Dio, and smiles, "It is, isn't it?" she says and giggles as Dio acts much how she feels.
Lottie tries to scoot along the side, trying to get a better view of the spirit for a profile picture. She makes a few notes, looking like a brief description at the very least as she calls over to Mirana, "It's your body. Either be comfortable with it or fix it." She looks to the spirit and calls over, "Do all of your uh, what, followers? Do they all end up with such or was it something of a choice? Did she have to pay something?"
Shaila looks up as Dio addresses her, "Oh. I had wondered where I had forgotten it..." she admits, "You are welcome to keep it, if you like..." she demures, "If you find it comfortable, you should have it." She squeezes her captive Creator.
Juliana laughs as she's squeezed, "It makes my words into their words. Can you understand me without it?" she asks with a raised brow.
Shaila nods lightly, but looks up again as Lottie speaks, "Why would you not want to be ripe and full?" She seems genuinely confused at the notion of it, "If you wish to walk my path but conceal your creative power..." she says, sounding almost... sad... at the concept, "I could... But why?"
"What are you talking about?" asks Julie, baffled, "And how did you appear like that? Tell me how to do it!"
Amelia raises her brow. "Concerning, if she did that to you. I was thinking about alligning myself with one, but... Look at me. I'm a twig. I think it'd break my back." She glances down at her front, then back up to the spirit. "But who knows. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if you grant the abilities to help people."
Mirana looks herself over one more time and nods to Lottie and Shailia, "I wouldn't dream of it Great Mother, I'm ... quite happy with all you have given me." She says, smiling as she admits to herself that she is happy with herself now. "But, the only thing I had to give was my word, which I hope I've been keeping Shailia," a bit more doubt, seems she has some self-confidince issues, "The other day my betrothed and I saved a young mother from her own follies, that is what I was meaning to talk to you about myself Shailia, how should I help her? The young coyote seems to be doing well under my care, but I'd never think twice about accepting your advice." She watches Juliana and can't help but giggle, and, doing her best in the First Tongue says to her, "It is a wonderful machine spirit you have little dear, could you tell me how it works?"
