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26 November 2012 @ 03:51 am
I completed Winterstrike once already, but decided to start another run through from another perspective. This time, I am a native of the city of Iria, loosely-aligned with the Architects of Ink; historians and archivists, of a sort.

A hectic party
  A large group of people have set up in one of the few intact—well, mostly intact—buildings and are holding a party. Even from a distance you can hear the laughter, the violins and lithophones, the lilt of canny voices.

  An Unsmiling Thief catches your attention, in spite of herself, while she liberates a furtive crystal from someone's sleeve. The spark in her eyes intrigues you.

  You snatch a canape from a platter and offer it to the Unsmiling Thief with a flourish. She doesn't smile—naturally—but she bows, half-mockingly, half in cheer, before accepting the canapé. She does have the most extraordinary eyes, long-lashed and keen.

  The two of you have a cryptic discussion about Old Irian literature or the best ways of disabling security systems, depending on how you interpret the conversation. All in all, most satisfactory.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: RF:G Ambience
31 October 2012 @ 03:20 pm
Another small excerpt from Winterstrike.

A shabby marketplace
In the sometime shelter of bleak arcades, people gather to trade away things they don't want anymore for temporary comforts and pale amusements.

Going about Iria, it's impossible to escape whispers of fungal incursions and unquiet engines and mad revels in moondark halls. It's time to seek out less disturbing stories.

In the lee of a cracked column, while people just beyond you sing hymns of sun-returning, you exchange some words with an Itinerant Raconteur. She diverts you with stories of worlds covered in gold-crowned forests, and binary stars that shout poetry at each other, and asteroid fields scattered with hidden treasures of iridium. Her descriptions are so vivid that you can picture them in your mind's eye.
Current Mood: cold
31 October 2012 @ 01:04 am

Oh, that's not suspicious at all. More from Winterstrike;

On one of his visits, the Vision-Reaver's eyes alight on your collection of odd machines. He asks whether you have considered them from an aesthetic viewpoint, rather than a strictly engineering one.

  The Vision-Reaver has great facility in putting together facets of a whole. Like a magician of angles and ratios, he shows you that a number of the machines can be rewired together into a primitive miniature stardrive calibrator.

  You take a closer look after he has left. You're positive that all of the machines were altered even before that by a hand not yours.

  The ironbird has its back to you and is studying a crack in the floor with exaggerated interest.

31 October 2012 @ 12:33 am

Due to the lack of an in-game journal similar to the one featured in Fallen London, I will be reposting a few excerpts from Winterstrike that please me here.

A Silver-Eyed Gunner has challenged me to a duel. They are not a part of the usual circle, but...

You agree to the match. This is an experience you'd rather not forego.

  The two of you meet during a morning the color of pewter and flint, with the snow falling capriciously sideways. Comically, for the  next hour, neither of you is able to hit the other, although you both leave blast marks on the temple's disheveled friezes and along the columns eaten away by teeth of twisted ice.

  "I'd heard you were formidable," the Silver-Eyed Gunner says afterward, "but this isn't what I envisioned. Truce?"

  You agree, and the two of you amuse yourselves by scorching pictograms into the snow. From time to time you hear a rustling as of dire wings, but it never gets any closer.

  On a far hill, however, you can see a gray-clad figure watching, and the line of its back is stiff.

Current Mood: inquisitive
Current Music: RF:G Ambience
11 October 2011 @ 10:18 am
Dreams about rogue kitsune (as in the mythological sort, not the bastards a certain fandom has produced) and stray dinosaurs abound.

No, I don't know why either. That's dreams for you.
Current Mood: blankblank
Current Music: Solatorobo Rip - The Royal Envy
18 September 2011 @ 12:18 am
Yup. :|
28 February 2011 @ 04:10 pm
Yeah. Uh.

Shit's fine here, 'n' all. Life alternates between tired/busy/sleeping/etc. nothing interesting going on.
Current Mood: blahblah
[10:06] Janus: yeah, I'm a nerd :u
[10:06] Arcalane: no, you're a frrt o:
[10:07] Arcalane: or a fanda. frranda.
[10:07] Janus: >>
[10:07] Arcalane: frranda. *nod*
[10:08] Janus: most go with fanda.
[10:08] Janus: one day someone will call me all three in one sentence and cause a time paraodx.
[10:08] Arcalane: LIME PARADOX
[10:08] Janus: SLIME PARADOX
[10:09] Arcalane: no, that's Jouster
[10:09] Arcalane: ohohoho :v
[10:09] Janus: dohohohoho
Current Mood: annoyedTROMBE!
17 September 2009 @ 04:50 am
[04:47] Janus: ...
[04:47] Janus: I'll sparta-kick you down a pit .-.
[04:47] Arcalane: *snerk*
[04:47] Arcalane: THIS! IS! JAKARTA!
[04:47] Arcalane: :3
[04:49] Janus: THIS IS
[04:49] Janus: KUALA LUMPUR >_>
[04:49] Janus: you see things
[04:49] Janus: you see them with your EYES
[04:49] Arcalane: I see things
[04:49] Arcalane: I see them with your EYES
[04:50] Janus: ...
[04:50] Arcalane: booweeoop
[04:50] Janus: wait.
[04:50] Janus: no. D:
[04:50] Arcalane: XD
Current Mood: amusedamused
16 August 2009 @ 11:20 am

I have a new-found respect for them;

Current Location: Dijon
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful