Welcoming Festival

[theguidebook]

Who: Everyone!
What: Let's welcome the new folk! Festival time!
Where: Summer Forest
When: June 1st, evening
Warnings: None!

It's pretty amazing what magic can put together on short notice. Where tranquil forest stood just hours ago, there's now the obvious signs of a party—and it's all for the people who just got here! Hopefully everyone's dried off by now so they won't catch any chills! Strung up among the trees are paper lanterns glowing lightly and illuminating the area. There's food from all sorts of places set up on tables among the trees, and games are scattered about, with citizens of other worlds manning them. There's also a bonfire in a clearing away from the trees, if you want to get away from all the hustle and bustle… but why wander away? Have fun and socialize, after all, Avalar is your new home!

Comments

[markedviolin]

If it's impossible, then how did it happen? [#logic

Also don't mind her for following. She's a rather persistent one.]

[falsezodiacknight]

Must be some strange Gran Pulse Magick.
[He's just... frowning, as he adjusts the Crystal so he may hold it in one arm.]
Those lands were always full of strange creatures, I was taught.

[markedviolin]

... Gran Pulse Magic? What's that?

[falsezodiacknight]

...Magick from Gran Pulse.
[Vaan stops, and sighs.]
Gran Pulse is the kingdom below Corneria - where I was born and raised [whoops vaan is mistaken], and Magick is strange down there. [Though without its Crystal, perhaps the Magick will fade?]

[markedviolin]

... I've never heard of either of those places before.

[falsezodiacknight]

. . . . .
[Vaan continues walking. How could you not know of the Kingdom of Corneria? It's the biggest place on the map.

...But he does let out a sigh.]
Basically, the place has a lot of dangerous beasts. I was there, something happened, I'm here.
So I either died, or something impossible... happened.

[markedviolin]

Clearly the impossible must have happened. You look alive and well to me! [She giggles a bit. Though, she doesn't like the sound of the "dangerous beasts" bit.]

My name's Marie. It's a pleasure to meet you despite the... ah, circumstances.

[falsezodiacknight]

Nobody knows what the afterlife is like.
[Don't mind him actually looking at you, Marie - removing his eye patch to show a hunk of... well, it looks the same as the crystal in his arm.
After a few moments, he flinches, puts the eyepatch back down - and gives a slight smile before holding his head.
She's not an Other. She's just ignorant. (vaan pls)]
Marie... it is my pleasure, my Lady.
[vaan what about your name
please]
...
[no?
You're gonna start... taking off your armour by this tree?
Okay then.]

[markedviolin]

Yes, but I was also very alive and well before I got here. Uninjured, not ill, no impending disaster...

[Vaan pls indeed] Ah, but... what's your name, then?

[falsezodiacknight]

...Vaan.
[He says, roughly.]
Magick works in odd ways. You may have gotten stricken by accident.

[markedviolin]

... But magic doesn't exist in my world.

[... There was whatever the Bracelet of Tiamat did but as far as she's concerned that was not magic.]

Most of the stuff magicians do are just really advanced illusions using rigged items and physics.

[falsezodiacknight]

[. . . . .
Vaan then raises his arm - and suddenly, a few flickers of electricity appear around it.]
There's quite a bit of magick in the world. What sort of uncultured place do you come from?
[not your world, vaan.]

[markedviolin]

[She lets out a small shriek and draws back.]

I don't know what bizarre world you might be from, but magic doesn't exist where I'm from. I'm not saying it doesn't in other places, but in Paris, France, magic is not real.