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Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Who: Glacius and you! Open and closed starters for all your needs, so come on in!
What: June catch-all log for Glacius for the purpose of pursuing existing CR or establishing new relations.
Where: Various locations in the city, specified in the starters.
When: The beginning of June.
Warnings: N/A, will update as the need arises.
Shopping District - OPEN
Park - CLOSED to Cecily
Spires- CLOSED to Nick
What: June catch-all log for Glacius for the purpose of pursuing existing CR or establishing new relations.
Where: Various locations in the city, specified in the starters.
When: The beginning of June.
Warnings: N/A, will update as the need arises.
Shopping District - OPEN
Glacius is on a mission today, one that happens to be bringing him towards the center of the city--a more frequently populated area where he rarely travels due to his reclusive nature. He doesn't like drawing attention to himself--even for a non-human, he's particularly exotic-- but he knows he can't remain on the fringes of society forever, despite his fear that people might jump to assumptions around him. Still, if the sight of a massive ice alien walking down the streets isn't enough to turn the heads of Hadriel's more "normal" inhabitants, the fact that he's dragging the heavy carcass of some unfortunate cave-dwelling monster in the street behind him as he moves towards the shopping district probably isn't helping.
He doesn't yet understand how the shops work. No one had been around when he'd visited them to try and find supplies to care for the fireflies when they filled the cavern, so he had taken supplies from them since there had been no other option... but that felt odd to the alien. He didn't want to be a thief and he didn't want to steal, and he'd heard that people in the city often traded for the meat and pelts of monsters in the cave, so he planned to return later with something that he could use to trade for what he took. That explains the massive body he's dragging with him now; it's much larger than him, burly and powerfully built and covered in thick shaggy fur, and yet there doesn't appear to be a spot of damage on Glacius for his efforts.
He's aware that the sight of one massive creature dragging the dead body of another might draw attention at best or be cause for alarm or fearful self-defense at worst, so he's trying to get his done as quickly as possible. Hopefully if someone does come up to him, it will be either to trade, to point him in the right direction, or maybe just to explain why this attempt might be slightly misguided.
Park - CLOSED to Cecily
Sometimes when Glacius has time to himself he comes to the park. It's big enough that he can usually find space to himself, the sound of running water is peaceful--if not slightly strange to a being that hails from a world where most of the water is frozen--and the shade of the large trees is nice and cool. Usually it's the perfect place for him to go when he wants to get away from the city, but doesn't want to be quite as far out or at as much risk as he might be if he was sticking to the system of caves.
... Usually. Lately this place has come to host some dark, troubling memories: it's the place where his will was subverted by Rage and he was turned against an innocent woman. Even now, he still remembers the pain on her face as he attacked her clear as day, and the upwelling of guilt and remorse is still strong enough that the peaceful alien feels as though he might choke on it. He shouldn't be here... but he so desperately makes things right, and so there's a part of him that hopes he might find Cecily back here one day. So he visits the park regularly and simply sits on that bench, forcing himself to endure the memories as he waits.
He hasn't seen her since, but he doesn't know what else to do. In fact, he's not even sure what he will do if she comes across him. She hadn't seemed particularly angry at him right after the attack, but he'd be surprised if she hadn't grown to scorn him in the time that had passed. Makers knew he was certainly horrified and upset enough with himself, and the spikes that protrude from his hip are still showing signs of the damage that he enraged husband had dealt to him when it was his turn to be targeted. Whatever she deems necessary, the alien has already decided--even if it comes down to punishment, to recompense. That is the cost for inciting harm upon an innocent.
Spires- CLOSED to Nick
After receiving a message from Nick Valentine in his inbox--which was Glacius' first time learning of that function of the device, in fact--the two had conversed, and the synth had managed to do something that no one else in the city of Hadriel had: he'd gotten the location of the ice alien's current living space. For all this time, Glacius has still been keeping close to the caves due to his wariness of the human inhabitants of Hadriel, and his need for space and privacy. Rage's games in which the city's inhabitants had been reduced to assassins and targets had only exacerbated this, and the guilt he was suffering since has also made showing his face around the city feel less and less appealing.
Nick was at least understanding, and had managed to coax the alien into trying to find a more suitable living space. Glacius knew that his stay in the caves could last, it probably shouldn't; it was just a temporary location he'd picked out when he didn't realize just how long he'd be trapped in Hadriel. It was a patch job over something that needed more thorough work; it was uncivilized, unbecoming. It was also unsafe--even with his considerable combat prowess, the sheer amount of monsters in the winding tunnels was no small threat, and knowing he could get attacked at any time forced him to keep one eye open, making it hard to get decent rest.
So the synth had agreed to help him find a new place to reside, somewhere that struck a good balance for the alien--somewhere a little more comfortable and easily accessible without being too close to the more populated areas of the city, allowing his sense of privacy to stay intact. If Glacius could get more explanation on how things worked in the city in the process, that would be a bonus. He's waiting by the bridge over the southeast region of the river that leads to one of the beaten roads, green eyes scanning his surroundings for Nick.
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"You been to the temples before?" She looks back at Glacius for the first time in a while. The emotions were, supposedly, something a person could deal with if they had good control. But Rage has always been too tempting for her, like a cold shower in the summer heat, and she has problems not just letting it pull her into its grasp.
At least, if nothing else, it is incredibly mind-clearing.
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"I have not," Glacius shakes his head when Kate questions him. "I have my problems with the gods. The further I can keep myself from their presence the better, in my eyes, and I certainly have never had any plans to offer them tribute before now. But if it helps you, then... I am willing to put aside my misgivings for a short time."
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"Still got a chance. Give it to me and I'll be back in a minute." She's not entirely sure that Glacius should see the person that Rage brings out, someone colder and crueler than the person fighting for their survival was.
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"No," the ice alien shakes his head, something slotting into place in his mind. "Time and time again you take it upon yourself to try and ease the burdens that I face. Now it is my turn, Kate. Either allow me to accompany you, or enter the temple myself to spare you their influence. You've been subject to enough of their games."
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Well... fuck. This was not part of the plan. A comrade in arms is a great thing to have, someone who has your back and all the rest of it. But apparently she forgot all the baggage that came along with that.
Like this entire mess of loyalties that are building. Have built, more like.
"Fine. Let us do that." She won't argue, but she won't let him go off into the mouth of the beast alone.
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... Well, normal is a bit of a stretch, because whatever is going on between him and Kate certainly isn't what the ice alien is used to. That's why they've agreed to talk after this... but one thing at a time. For now he's busy preparing himself to enter the temple, closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths, trying to steel his focus as he follows the woman inside.
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She breathes deep and tries to stamp down on the cruelty that curls in her stomach like vines. Same thing you do with fear, right? Concentrate on something else. On the immediate goal in front of you. There should be no need to be any more than a few minutes in here, really. Her steps are quick, aiming to get to the altar and out as fast as possible before she gives into the temptation that keeps clawing at her gut, sharp and thorny.
"Twelve round, 9 x 19mm," she drawls, glancing up towards the ceiling of the temple as she does so. Normally this wouldn't be done, but Kate's not sure how it works if it's a gift.
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The ice alien stands just a few feet behind Kate, breathing deeply again as he feels an insidious urge to lash out start niggling away in the back of his mind. He is in the home of the very being that subverted his will and used him as a tool to harm the innocent. Perhaps he should lay waste to this place to prove that he will not abide such a transgression... but he has the sense to realize that would be a petty act of revenge at best. He won't give in to Rage's influence; he won't his actions be swayed again.
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The body is deposited on the altar and the alien steps back, waiting to see what happens. If Rage herself does appear, he can't guarantee to himself that he won't try to take a shot at her. The quiet in the temple feels so tenuous it could shatter at any moment.
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"C'mon then." It's dull and unremarkable as far as transactions go, isn't it? And she is itching to get away from the temple. Itching to move back into some sort of normal place. If anything is normal here. Quick steps, double time. Let's go.
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"Not going to be going back there any time soon..." the ice alien muses, rubbing one of his wrists with the opposite hand in a display of discomfort. "But I suppose it was the best way to be introduced to the way things work in the temple that I could hope for. If I had wandered in unaware of the respective god's influence it would have been even more disconcerting... thank you for alerting me, Kate."
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"Don't mention it," she answers. waving a hand in the air beside her, because it really wasn't anything but a sudden thought she acted on. Who wouldn't have asked? "Can't say I expected it the first time."
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"Now... I should probably take some time to clear my head. Will you return to the city? We can cross the bridge together and part ways after that, if you desire."
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