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June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

JUNE AFTERMATH: MAGIC LANTERN STRANGE

Who: Everyone!
What: A celebration!
When: Evening of June 21st, and well into morning
Where: Ensō, E3 and E4
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Slide the Light Off You
As promised, the evening of the 21st finds the Jormun hosting a party on Ensō's largest beachfront. Near immediately, it should be clear that they've spared absolutely no expense when it comes to showing their story-walker brethren a good time.

Of course, they may also be...showing off a little.

The stalls and comfortable seating supplied around multiple firepits appears to be a mishmash of Jormun built contraptions and items requested from the Storyteller- many may be delighted to see the variety of beach cushions and blankets, items the Jormun will be happy to let their story-walker friends take home at the end of the festivities. A veritable smorgasbord of food and drink is also readily available, from the kid-friendly options of brrshavak (a spicy drink with a taste akin to liquified chili pepper) and molkavarr (a rich chocolaty broth) to the alcoholic rakvrhak (a rich wine that tastes oddly plumlike). Do be warned, however, that the last is incredibly potent.

Large slabs of driftwood have been laid out to form impromptu tables, bristling with the Jormun's culinary expertise: fried squid, seaweed wraps, spicy pickled kelp, kebabs of roasted eel, hard-boiled snapling eggs, and so on. The vegetables and meats of the sea have been laid out for all to enjoy, so tuck in!

Throughout the evening the air will be filled with the sound of music, with multiple Jormun eager to show off their skill in instrumentation. Conch-shell horns, carved driftwood flutes, urchin-needle harps, and countless more contraptions engineered by a deep sea-dwelling people fill the air with the most peculiar but nonetheless not unpleasant sound. Most of the bands will be set up in the shallow waters, however, as their instruments are not made to be used in open air - try playing them above the surface of the water at your own risk.

Of course, there's plenty more to entertain even the most difficult of people.

You're Living the Strobe Light
Those interested in proving their strength and skill will be encouraged to enter one of the many tournaments across the shoreline. The tournaments vary, featuring such challenges as play fights with the schlacknorkcvic to prove who is the greatest warrior, timed events to see who can stay on a bucking tigershark for the longest, and even a tourney of brovonkosshk, a board game somewhat similar to chess. Don't see anything you're interested in? Make your own. If you can think it, the Jormun will happily accommodate it - impromptu challenges are the highlight of such evenings, after all, though the Jormun won't be taking any responsibility for the first poor soul that decides to usher in a drinking contest.

A small variety of walker games are also available. Jormun children are more than eager to play such games as hide-and-seek or red light, green light, while Connor Murphy will be bringing his Cards Against Humanity deck, for those ready to completely screw with the idea of a fourth wall. There's even a game of Spin the Bottle... except the bottle is being spun overhead like a mace. Being hit by said bottle requires you to do a stupidly ridiculous task, so perhaps it's best to avoid that particular adaptation...

And of course, there's the lightshow.

As mentioned previously, the main show of the evening is the show of brssticca: bursts of magical light beneath the water that will put any fireworks show to shame. The lights are safe to wade and swim through, do keep in mind that the phosphorescent algae tends to cling to the skin. And should you reach into those spiraling, fluorescent nebulae of patterns beneath the surface, some of the configurations of light may abruptly shatter like broken glass.

Additionally, skilled Jormun will be happy to assist those who care to dress up for the event with intricate applications of shellivthiss - a style of waterproof body paint that is not only bright, but luminescent. Something the Jormun may forget to mention, however, is how similar shellivthiss is to henna; should you decide to get all dolled up, except to shine bright light a diamond for weeks to come.

Lastly, those who wanted to bring their own adventures are welcome to as well! Supplying some dope roast? Bringing those sweet, sweet greens? Have some alcohol to supply? All is welcomed by the Jormun - and undoubtedly, your fellow adventurers as well.

You May Find Some Peace
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"Much like the black and the skulls on my uniform then. They show the pride I have in my ties to the Crown." Noctis and King Regis. They are his family just as much as his uncle had been, which explains why he still wears a skull--the pendant resting dark against his skin--even now when he is dressed in lighter and more casual clothing.

"I thank you for humoring so many of my questions," Ignis has many more, but he doesn't want to push too far without offering something in return. "Are there any you would ask me?"

"Be glad you're from a country where the crown is something to take pride in being a part of."

That says something about Jullien's world. Where he's from being loyal to the crown doesn't always mean good things. Of course the crown doesn't necessarily mean good things either. Rulers aren't always just.

"Why the hell are you hanging around with me? Unless this is a plot to kill me, which you aren't doing a very good job at if it is."

"Rest assured, I most certainly am."

Regis was in no way perfect, but his heart was in the right place. He had done the best that any man could have done in difficult circumstances. No matter how much people may question the 'rightness' of having a six-year-old to devote his life to that of another, the fact remains that it was done with the best of intentions. Both for Noctis and for Lucis--for Eos, even--as a whole.

Ignis actually has to hold back a laugh at the question. Ah yes, there is the Dagger he's come to know.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd be a lot more straight forward about it. I may be a trained politician, but I don't stand for threats to me or mine. You are neither of those things."

"Well, I'll add you to that short list then. Most people who want to kill me aren't very straight forward about it. They'd prefer to come at my back or pretend they give a crap."

Not that either of those methods worked well. Jules has long since stopped trusting anyone, and that was before he could read people's minds.

"I'm Andarian. We're pretty much synonymous with threatening, and we consider human a delicacy."

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Ignis tsks softly, shaking his head, "No wonder you would rather live alone and not trust anyone. I highly doubt it means anything, but I'm sorry you had to deal with all that."

Yes, Ignis remembers Dagger saying he earned some of it, but at the same time, how could someone treated that way all their lives, not eventually earn some of it? If Dagger hadn't fought back in some way, he wouldn't still be alive.

"Oh, do you now?" He can't help but chuckle, "I will be certain to count my fingers and toes when we are done with this conversation. What makes Andarians so different from humans besides their choice of favorite food?"

"We're more interested in your organs really. Much better eating."

Not that Jules had ever had human. He's a hybrid after all. That would just be weird. Besides, he is hated enough without partaking in that particular cuisine.

He's about to ask if Ignis can't just tell by looking before he realizes Ignis couldn't tell since he can't see.

"We're a lot bigger. Both height and width wise. Even a teenage male is around 250 pounds and nearing 7 foot tall. We don't have colored irises like humans. They're all pure white with a red rim. A few of us with the stralen gene have glowing red eyes. The fangs and claws are a pretty good giveaway too. Aside from just appearances, Andarians are physically stronger than humans. We have better night vision and hearing. Then there's the traditions and culture that are totally different. Basically our two races are just alike enough to breed."

He shrugs like that last statement isn't a big deal. But it is. He's proof of that ability to breed together, and he's hated because of it. His very existence reminds both races that they are more similar than either of them want to admit.

As he listens to Dagger explain the differences between his people and humans, Ignis' face brightens with sudden understanding. It's like he's just gotten a few pieces of a puzzle he was missing before.

"That's why your footsteps are so heavy! Why, even your teenagers are larger than my friend Gladio and he's no small man. His family has been the Shield to the Crown for centuries. I don't know that they know how to breed small," Ignis grins as he shakes his head. Perhaps he shouldn't be so at ease considering what--or who--Andarians eat, but he gets the feeling that if Dagger was really going to snack on him or anyone else, he would have done so by now. Besides, there's something about that last comment that makes Ignis connect a few more dots aside from why Dagger had moved like he did when they met on the ice on Mu so long ago.

"You're not a full-blood, are you? That's why they hated you."

"My footsteps are so heavy because you're blind. And you haven't tried to kill me yet."

In more direct words, he's doing it to be courteous so Ignis knows where he is. Most of the time he walks in complete silence no matter how large he is. It's a skill he's used, and needed, since childhood.

"No. I'm a disgusting hybrid that shouldn't even exist, but that's only one of the reasons they all hate me."

"I thank you for being so considerate, though I have a feeling I might surprise you with how well I hear things around me even when people aren't trying to be courteous."

Is this his way of saying that he wants to see if Dagger actually can try to sneak up on him? Maybe.

His good mood falters when Dagger confirms what he'd kind of hoped he wouldn't.

"Everyone deserves to exist. It doesn't matter what their heritage is or how they came to be. They still deserve the life they were given," Ignis' voice is very insistent, almost as if he has thought about this a great deal. That is because he has. Ever since he learned about Prompto's true origins, he's thought about it and how much his blonde friend looks down at himself because of how he came to be. Hopefully someday they can give him the confidence to believe he's as worthy of life and happiness as they are.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Whether Dagger means Ignis would surprise him or be able to track him... or not, isn't really clear. Perhaps both.

Their conversation doesn't seem funny. Not in the least. In fact, there's not a single point in it that should cause laughter... And yet Jules bursts out into hysterical chuckles.

"Everyone would have been better off if I didn't exist, me especially."

Ignis can't help but frown at that answer, shaking his head, "At the risk of sounding like any number of bad family movies or self-help books, your life has more value than you know. Do you honestly believe your wife would be better off without having ever met you? Life is full of hurt, but it's also full of love. One cannot exist without the other."

"My wife would be, sure. My son, not so much."

Primarily because if Jules hadn't been around Vasili would have been sold into slavery before Ushara could get to him. Jullien's intervention had given Ushara the time she needed to catch up. Of course once she did she hadn't needed to do anything since Jules had taken care of the situation himself.

There's another story there, and an unpleasant one at that if the tone of Dagger's voice means anything. Ignis has dug into enough of the man's story today, though, so he lets it pass without comment.

"If you can say that in front of your wife and come back without certain parts of yourself burned off, then I will believe you."

Somehow he highly doubts that Ushara will agree with Dagger's view of this.

Dagger blinks and a moment later bursts out laughing. Ushara would do more than just burn pieces of him away. She'd go after him with knives and other pointy objects too.

"You know her so well and yet you've never met."

"I've known a few--if you will pardon the pun--fiery ladies in my day, and one thing I learned very quickly was not to unjustly belittle myself in their presence. Not if I didn't want to be feeling my foolishness for the next few days." There is a fondness in Ignis' words as he speaks. He never got to know Crowe all that well, but he'd been around Nyx just enough when he was training to know he needed to watch himself even if he was just joking.

He has no doubt, if he'd gotten to spend more time with Lady Lunafreya, she would have been the same way.

"Haven't really learned that yet myself. I focus more on trying to not say anything that might be misinterpreted and piss her off."

Normally about her or her family. She could be as upset with him over his own self-deprecation as she wanted. That didn't usually bring about as much fire.

"Ah yes, the old adage 'if you have nothing nice to say, then be silent' is harder for some to learn than others," Ignis had learned it early, of course. His role as advisor demanded it, but sometimes--especially around those he trusts--he will let himself slip.

"Dare I ask how many times she's charred you for speaking carelessly?"

"That's an old adage? Never heard it before."

He wasn't being sarcastic or anything either. That was certainly not something his grandmother would have taught him. She lived more by the "Rip them a new one verbally and if that's not enough do it physically" model. Being nice didn't exist.

"A time or two. Generally she's incredibly understanding though."

"Well, we've already determined our worlds are very different. I can't say I'm surprised you haven't heard it." Being a politician means compromising and playing nice when sometimes all he wants to do is bite someone's head off. Ignis supposes he should be grateful that playing nice is even an option for the most part. There are many places--like Dagger's world--where those in power don't even pretend to play nice. They just take what they want.

"That sounds fair. True love doesn't try to change those they care for. They merely deal with them."

A smile blossoms across Jules' face.

"I've changed quite a bit thanks to my wife. Not that she was really planning on changing me. Or... the parts of me that changed weren't what she wanted to change at least."

She would probably prefer him not to get into so much trouble or to make such stupid, life-threatening decisions.

A gentle smile crosses Ignis' face at that. He might not be able to see Dagger's smile, but he can hear it in the man's voice.

"The best kinds of changes are the ones that come naturally. I dearly wish that Gladio would learn more control over his temper, but it's a part of him and something that I won't try to change," he laughs suddenly. "Besides, when a man that large comes at someone angry, they tend to back down very quickly. Well, you might not for obvious reasons, but most people do."

"They do. At least humans tend to. It works rather the opposite way for Andarians."

Andarians didn't back down for anything. If anyone picks a fight, even another Andarian, the one targeted would certainly finish it. That is the Andarian way. They live to fight.

"Well, humans are what I have the most experience with," Ignis laughs and then pauses to correct himself. "Actually, humans and daemons, but I'm not certain if daemons should count. Many don't have enough awareness to know they should back down or are too angry to care."

"That's a species I haven't heard of before."

He's well aware of the fact that there are multiple different species in the universe. Still, he's a little bit surprised that he hasn't even heard of this one. There is a pretty huge variety across the Ichidian Universe after all.

((Heading off on vacation. You may or may not get tags for the next week depending on the wifi.))

"They're not a species, technically," Ignis frowns, trying to think of the best way to describe daemons to someone who isn't from Eos without spending the next few hours doing so. "They are those--animal and human--who are unfortunate enough to be twisted and mutated by the Starscourge. It is a plague that was released in the distant past when one of our gods was driven mad by rage."

(OOC: No worries! Have a good vacation!)

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