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phantasmalrift2018-05-11 09:47 am
fistsofchange) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-05-11 09:47 am
Catch-all
Who: Bai Lin and YOU
What: Exploring and settling in to her new home
When: Over the first, like, 3 weeks since her arrival
Where: Various
Warnings: Nothin' significant as of yet
The Beach
Every morning, without fail, Lin spent an hour or two in the relative privacy of the beach, practicing. She wasn't technically a monk anymore, but the habits ingrained in her at the temple wouldn't easily go, and anyways her skills were useful in a violent world. This world wasn't that violent, as far as she could tell, but she persisted. She didn't want to get rusty was all.
The Soaring Fist style was an ancient martial arts technique that took the philosophy of a thunderstorm. Its practicioners seemed to almost float around attacks like a cloud, and then strike as fast and hard as a lightning bolt. If they were advanced students, as Lin was, that became a bit more literal. When she jumped, she floated higher into the air than made logical sense, like she was drifting on the breeze rather than just jumping. When she struck, you could sometimes actually see flickers of lightning crackling off her body.
She doesn't seem to have noticed she has an audience as she jumps and kicks and punches her way through various forms on the beach.
Residential Level
If you're on the 20s floor of the residential section this afternoon, you can hear twangy country music about (The track list of this album includes song titles like "Red neck, White Truck, and Blue Jeans") coming from the open door of room 26. Within, Lin hummed along to the music as she took the pile of kitschy crap she had gotten from the androids and thoughtfully arranged it around her room. She had never had this many personal material possessions in her life.
Worthy of note is that when Lin arrived in the dream forest, she was wearing the only clothes she owned, and it had been weeks since she'd had a shower. Bathing is something of a luxury in the post-apocalyptic future, and she had long since stopped noticing her own aura of filth. But now she had regular access to a shower, and she was fully taking advantage of it. As a result, the young woman bouncing around this apartment is almost entirely unrecognizable as the sweaty, dirt smudge survivor of the wastes.
At least she doesn't stink any more. The music is kind of loud, though.
Hot Tub
Lin had had trouble believing that there was a hot tub here, at first. Such things were only available to the most amazingly wealthy and powerful members of society, back home. She'd had to see it before she could really accept its presence. And then, after she'd seen it, she'd had to try it. A few minutes of digging through the pile of communal swimsuits had her decked out in men's swim trunks and a rather modest bikini top, and then she was in.
After a while of just kind of melting into the heat and bubble jets, Lin finally realized someone else had come in. She looked up at you from the water. "Did you know I once broke a man's nose for wasting this much water?" She asked, chuckling at herself, "I'm just as bad as he was now, aren't I?"
Viewing Deck
Lin sat on the edge of the viewing deck, kicking her feet back and forth and apparently unconcerned about the potential drop before her. She had a small notebook in her hand, and was chewing on the end of a pencil thoughtfully as she stared at a list written on it. After a minute, she glanced around to see if anyone else was here. Ah good, there was someone. "Hey, what are some fun things you like to do?"
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What: Exploring and settling in to her new home
When: Over the first, like, 3 weeks since her arrival
Where: Various
Warnings: Nothin' significant as of yet
The Beach
Every morning, without fail, Lin spent an hour or two in the relative privacy of the beach, practicing. She wasn't technically a monk anymore, but the habits ingrained in her at the temple wouldn't easily go, and anyways her skills were useful in a violent world. This world wasn't that violent, as far as she could tell, but she persisted. She didn't want to get rusty was all.
The Soaring Fist style was an ancient martial arts technique that took the philosophy of a thunderstorm. Its practicioners seemed to almost float around attacks like a cloud, and then strike as fast and hard as a lightning bolt. If they were advanced students, as Lin was, that became a bit more literal. When she jumped, she floated higher into the air than made logical sense, like she was drifting on the breeze rather than just jumping. When she struck, you could sometimes actually see flickers of lightning crackling off her body.
She doesn't seem to have noticed she has an audience as she jumps and kicks and punches her way through various forms on the beach.
Residential Level
If you're on the 20s floor of the residential section this afternoon, you can hear twangy country music about (The track list of this album includes song titles like "Red neck, White Truck, and Blue Jeans") coming from the open door of room 26. Within, Lin hummed along to the music as she took the pile of kitschy crap she had gotten from the androids and thoughtfully arranged it around her room. She had never had this many personal material possessions in her life.
Worthy of note is that when Lin arrived in the dream forest, she was wearing the only clothes she owned, and it had been weeks since she'd had a shower. Bathing is something of a luxury in the post-apocalyptic future, and she had long since stopped noticing her own aura of filth. But now she had regular access to a shower, and she was fully taking advantage of it. As a result, the young woman bouncing around this apartment is almost entirely unrecognizable as the sweaty, dirt smudge survivor of the wastes.
At least she doesn't stink any more. The music is kind of loud, though.
Hot Tub
Lin had had trouble believing that there was a hot tub here, at first. Such things were only available to the most amazingly wealthy and powerful members of society, back home. She'd had to see it before she could really accept its presence. And then, after she'd seen it, she'd had to try it. A few minutes of digging through the pile of communal swimsuits had her decked out in men's swim trunks and a rather modest bikini top, and then she was in.
After a while of just kind of melting into the heat and bubble jets, Lin finally realized someone else had come in. She looked up at you from the water. "Did you know I once broke a man's nose for wasting this much water?" She asked, chuckling at herself, "I'm just as bad as he was now, aren't I?"
Viewing Deck
Lin sat on the edge of the viewing deck, kicking her feet back and forth and apparently unconcerned about the potential drop before her. She had a small notebook in her hand, and was chewing on the end of a pencil thoughtfully as she stared at a list written on it. After a minute, she glanced around to see if anyone else was here. Ah good, there was someone. "Hey, what are some fun things you like to do?"
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Lin's room was looking QUITE decorated by this point. She'd been strictly forbidden from having any real decoration in her room at the temple, and hadn't been staying in one place long enough to HAVE a room until now. She was taking full advantage of her new situation to live it up a bit.
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She put the last star up. "It was mostly from the fissures, but the android got me a little bit extra. They're weird looking but I think they're pretty nice." After a moment of watching Talon out of the corner of her eyes, she made a mental image of what his room would be like. She couldn't imagine it as anything other than a bare room with no personality. "...You know what I think that's enough dinosaur stickers for me. You want the rest?"
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"Uh..." Talon stared at the offered stickers a moment before accepting them with a raised brow. "Sure? Thanks. I haven't really gotten around to decorating yet."
He didn't really have any plans to, either, but maybe he should. Some posters, maybe. The christmas lights kinda seemed like a good idea. He liked the light level they produced. Maybe he would ask the androids about it, or keep an eye out in the next fissure.
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She noticed that the CD player hadn't started playing Talon's CD and hit the play button.
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"Good lord." Talon muttered.
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"That's, uh...an interesting style of music. Very creative."
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The lyrics weren't much better, relying heavily on abstract poetic lines that didn't always rhyme. Hm. That was. Uh. A song. He wouldn't complain if Bai Lin were to switch it off or change the CD, but he was kind of committed to the mistake now. Instead, he offered a conversational topic.
"You, uh. You listen to a lot of music before you came here?"
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It was a matter of perspective, of course. There wasn't much music available in Lin's world, so what felt like a lot to her probably wouldn't to most others.
Even with that in mind, she STILL turned the song off after the fourth chorus.
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"I was big on that metal-electronica hybrid stuff. Metalstep, I think it's called. Problem was, there wasn't a whole lot of it around to listen to."
Talon crossed his arms, leaning against the wall near the door frame. It wasn't a super popular genre in a commercial world like his.
"Went to a show once, though. At a megaplex. Had a ringing sound in my ears for weeks after that one."
He chuckled, remembering the incident fondly. It was the first and only concert he'd ever been to and he sneaked in, to boot. It was kind of magical.
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"You're a monk, though? That's pretty cool. You have magic in your world, too, or like...?"
He knew of approximately one (1) monk-like individual and they could kick his ass sixteen ways from Sunday on a whim. It would be best for him to know ahead of time if this girl could use "mana fist" or "killing hands".
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Then he said something about being a monk and Lin winced. She had been cast out in disgrace, and though the disgrace had been forgiven, eventually, she'd never been formally readmitted to the order. "Ah...former monk, we'll say."
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His tone implied curiosity, be he made no attempt to push the subject. If Bai Lin wanted to talk about her potentially troubled past, she would. If not, she was free to change the subject.
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Brief pause. "You're a shaman?"
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"But yeah, I'm a Bear shaman. Picked it up a little older than most people do, but stuck with it ever since."
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"What does a bear shaman do?"
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Talon winced at his own words. Ex-criminal. It sounded strange, implied he was definitely leaving that chapter of life behind, but it felt good to say. As long as he was here, he was an ex-criminal.
"We devote ourselves to the Bear totem in exchange for our powers. The only thing He asks is that we follow his guidelines for living - we have to heal people in need, no matter the situation, protect the weak, live as calmly and wisely as we can...stuff like that." He ticked off the points on his fingers as he spoke. "We risk losing our powers if we stray to far from His path. Or worse."
"I'm not so good at the calm and wise part, and the protecting people is something I do sort of shakily, but He's never turned His back on me because I'm honestly trying. And I've never turned my back on Him, either."
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She put a hand on Talon's shoulder, who looked like he needed some reassuring. "If you can live by that code, you honestly don't need to worry about whether or not you're a good person. You'll be there already."
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He shook his head a bit. Of course, it mattered where he'd come from, but if he let it be the only thing that mattered, he'd never get anywhere.
"Anyway, thanks for the encouragement, and for listening to me ramble. I'll have to return the favor some day."
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