Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Lower Ward

When you open the door and step through, you find that you are not where you expected to be. In a blink there was the astral plane but in the next moment there was only acrid amber steam or perhaps smoke judging by the wispy vapor that caressed your flesh. Then you stand alone amid the gassy void, though the voices of millions suffuse the scene and the sound of industry rumbles beneath your feet. If you look down you find yourself standing upon moist cobbles. A gentle breeze churns the yellowed air and though you cannot see the sky, you get the sense that you have truly stepped into infinity.

As soon as you take a step to move, the dense air is swept away before you, making way for what comes. It glided smoothly forth towards you, tall in stature, feminine in countenance, with wrinkled skin a dim dusty blue. Ornate black horns rose from its forehead that looked as though they were made of crystalline obsidian. Its long spidery hair bounced in the constant breeze. It was impossibly tall and looked down at you with eyes of gemstone with a vague suggestion of curiosity on its face.

Then it looked away and passed around you as gently as it came. The "sky" was clear to you now but instead of sky, the surface upon which you stood extended forth then up, then over your head. You realize that you are standing into a torus of impossible size, a scale inciting vertigo if you gaze up for too long. You realize you stand on a busy street between rows of alien buildings with strange materials. As you heard, you were not alone and you find yourself standing in a street busy with foot traffic.

Sigil Chapter 2

[Justus D Spencer]

Manifesting far above the cobblestone streets of Sigil’s Guildhall, a cubic inch object of absolute black hummed with a steady resonance. Ambient magic drawn inwards towards the colourless void feeding the foreign object’s unhinged influence upon the unsuspecting nexus. An emulation of crackling thunder echoed throughout the ward’s busy streets, followed by an arching bolt of a dull blue hue. Curious eyes shifting concentration from their daily duties to examine the reality warping cube’s display.

A stutter in a once constant hum revealed an unidentifiable hindrance in the cube’s performance. Disbursing magic reminisce to blood from a pierced artery, the cube choking erratically in its struggle to maintain.
Breaching from beyond the centre of infinity, a pale skinned arm piercing reality from outside the veil. Ungroomed finger nails frantically clawing at a foreign realm, desperately grasping at the air for anything substantial. Livid lightning arced once more and the upper half of the male form emerged from the world beyond. Wide eyed and disoriented the man flayed about, trying to pull himself through the gate. The cube of the purest black choked, the gate collapsing with a begrudging crack of thunder and violent outburst.
Thrown into the nexus, the half naked body fell from the height of a second story building into the cobblestone streets below. A chaotic crowd divided itself in fear, leaving few to gawk at the broken form of a man. Bone punctured through the pale flesh of his arm, blood leaking from his cracked skull painting his face crimson. But it wasn’t the injuries from his decent that made men queasy or brought women to divert their eyes. Deep lacerations covered the man’s back, puss oozing from cracks in dried blood. Rusted shackles and chain scrapping against the stone, as the stranger withered in a pool of puke and piss. Grey eyes rolling back into his skull as consciousness threatened to escape him.

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Karne

Recollections of his arrival to Sigil drummed on his skull, driving his heart rate into a steep incline and shorting his breaths. The fingers of his left hand twitching uncontrollably. "Pull yourself together." He muttered, lowering his head to the bar-top.

"If you can't keep your head up. You are better off in bed then in my bar"

Peeling his face from the cool granite, the pale faced man tried to swallow back his lingering nausea with a gin and tonic. Raising the drink to his lips, he pounded it back, nearly having the glass slip from his fingers. Perhaps it was time to go. Reaching into the pockets of his trench coat in search of payment the man retrieved a small black cube from his jacket....

With payment on the counter, he exited the establishment and entered the streets of the Merchant's Ward. The streets were bustling, but the slender foreigner with his stark white hair and pale skin had no concerns being caught shoulder to shoulder with the strangers of the nexus. Weaving through the rambunctious crowd of the market place with a casual smile on his lips. The man could only count his blessings.


A pulsing vibration followed by a playful tune alerted the man to an incoming call on his cellular device. Reluctantly the man withdrew his phone from his pocket, quickly checking the caller ID before placing it to his ear. "What do i owe the pleasure" He answered sarcastically.

"Shut it Karne! I got a job for you."

[Vintrict]

This place was dead. Hardly any traffic. And it seemed everyone that lived here had abandoned it after all the chaos and other shenanigans that ran rampant in this city. Nothing to do, nothing to see.

A small sized cloaked creature moved across the empty street. A humming sound came from it as it moved passed a crashed tow truck. A furry silver tail swung behind it from beneath as it carried along in its mouth what looked to be a small jewel of red. It glimmered against the light of the lamp post. A stray newspaper flew by with the words "HoH Reunion" upon it, a callback to days' past of gone times.

The creature stopped and uprighted itself. Pulling back the hood revealed a cat. Its golden eyes glowed as a it stretched its cheeks with a smirk.

"Tsk, tsk, this won't do," it said with a scratchy voice. "Can't let a place like this go to waste. Let's try this all over again."

He placed his paws above the gem, causing a light to shine forth. It grew brighter and bigger, growing past it and engulfing the area in a large white glowing dome. Or in Sigil's case, a sphere. A sphere that encased all and everything. To return Sigil to what it was before the times. To the center of the multiverse.

Welcome to Planescape.

[[Chance]]

After many travels throughout the years, Chance finally returned to one of the few cities he'd called a home.

Lights. Off.
People. None.

Nothing but the sound of a gentle breeze.

"So..." He said to himself, slowly surveying the barren city streets. "Even here, there's nothing left."

Chance pivoted on the heel of his right foot to turn from the cityscape and looked down at the cracked, unkempt street. Disappointed with the idea that most of those he'd called friends in his younger years were long gone, he bent his knees and dropped. Striking the ground with a muffled thud dealt a dull blow to his posterior. He sighed, remiss that it was unlikely any of his old friends still held stake in the city.

[WhipOfDarkness]

Dafffina. Daughter of Saphira. Enters Sigil.

Location~ general market


Theme ~ They told me & From where I am from


(This is a tribute to LadyKama. Who gave me the rights over her OC's. Note, Dafffina is completely my idea. Reading over some past posts---I hope this RP sparks to life.


Enjoy, have fun. heart )


Like a gust from the wings of a butterfly adding an extra push to a newborn baby-level tornado spawn. The seed of the infamous diamond animator Saphira had been born long ago----from the imaginations of her enemies friends and family. They never knew of this daughter. Nor did the daughter know about the existence of her mother, but the cosmos had other plans for Dafffina. In other words, fate wouldn't let Dafffina live without finding the pieces to the puzzles that led to the discovery of her mother.

Dafffina like her mother possessed the gifts of diamond manipulation, creating, bending already existing crystals, becoming the crystals, releasing chaotic energy blasts from them & another roster of abilities that were showered on her by her unique succubus genes. The genes of a succubus who did not serve a lord from the bowels of hell. These were the genes of a master. A slayer of hunters, a beautiful nightmare. To be more specific; the super ability to allow one succubus to travel into the dreams of the same reality or other reality or worlds. To siphon their energy for her consumption and to fuel her existing life. Dafffina had the choice to drain life energy like any other succubus or to absorb the energies within the dreams of other creatures----turning their dreams into a secretion to be drained---her food----her sustain.

Unlike her hell-bent mother, however, Dafffina came with a lot of defects. Good qualities that her mother called weaknesses. On Saphira's quests, she couldn't have a weak link for enemies to exploit, so she abandoned Dafffina to live with her aunt. Barbara who in alignment was chaotic neutral, but was powerfully strong-minded enough to mold Dafffina into a shape suited to be a survivor.


What happened to the self-taught doctor? Whom decided to settle down from her ruler position as queen in her kingdom to work within the world of Sigil. To dumb-down-numb-down her true potential to work for Tres. Did the icy-hearted succubus spawn feelings? During her days of taking care of his arm? Well...that was a maybe. Precise actions weren't revealed. The proof of Saphira's, whereabouts, nowadays was still a mystery for the powerful white witches of Sigil. Whom wanted that abomination race erased. But, they were able to grab an important piece of the puzzle; They found Dafffina. By mere accident, so they thought, fate must be toying with them.



Stumbling through dreams. Daffina found herself, unfortunately, within the mind of a white witch from Sigil. One that had her sights on the dismantling of Saphira's true identity! Most, importantly her life! So the dark-natured queen, didn't love anyone? They concluded. Now they turned their gaze towards Dafffina. Dafffina was in a deep sleep unable to escape the dream. She had entered it two days ago. The one white witch thought about this theory along with her coven.

The leader thought while still in a long battle versus Dafffina. Who was also at one percent life health.

Around Dafffinas actual physical body on that cold broken marble stone floor. A circle of ten white witches surrounded her chanting a spell to contain her within a telepathic-like sphere. They were fighting for the survival of their leader within that dream.



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Meanwhile, while within the dream. The witch had been winning the fight her hands grasped on Dafffina absorbing her life source---but, while she did that the lower Dafffinas health dropped. The harder she fought. In that dream it started off in a hot mood---lust magic precisely---where Dafffina thought was just another creature to fill her stomach, her food turned out to be bigger than she could digest. Dafffina had never killed before in a dream. Perhaps if she had been as cruel as her family line, she wouldn't have been in this struggling position.

She thought about her alignment of having the heart of a lioness. However, she was a survivor, the only equal shared quality. She had with her mother.

Dafffina started to manipulate the setting of that dream. The swamp that she had been drowning in with the help of the white witch; it shifted into hot sweet condensed milk---from that, form she was able to gather herself. In a creative force, the sweet condensed milk waters from the lake parted causing it to now take on the format of a wall. This wall circled around the two beings-----------------Finally, the water reached a peak touching the sky. The white witch was taken by surprise when Dafffina manipulated the sweet liquid into crashing from the sky onto her person; with that, the white witch was smashed like a pirana crushed by the full force of a devilish weight of water. The only thing that was left was the art print of her bones on the ground of that dream.



Boooooooom. Back in reality, the leader's body mimicked that same destructive effect from the dream. She appeared broken, the only thing that transcended from the dream into the reality within Sigil was the artistic broken bones of a witch perfectly imprinted on the marble floor. At the main general market.


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On cue, Dafffina awakened from the dream. And like never before, her eyes flashed open revealing in them. That same Saphira reflection. The same fury that fumed from the eyes of her mother. Dafffina wanted to rip open the witches around her and use their bones to floss her teeth. Whatever little innocence or good that Dafffina had left in her, it would've been thrown out the window if it wasn't for the telepathic sphere trapping Dafffina from making her fatal attack.

For an hour or more. A tornado of crystals was being brewed within that sphere becoming stronger by the seconds. Dafffina's eyes being lavender in color and not dark-violet like her mothers began to glow. At every face she saw in that room, her eyes began to slit...witches that hadn't tasted fear in a long time began to shiver fighting to hold the sphere together. How long would it take for the succubus to calm down? They all thought about this question while fighting for their lives.

Outside, the store a heavy rain dropped out of the blue with no warning hail along with constant none-stop lightning began to roll into view outside. It was as if the powers that the white witches were releasing were causing side effects on the weather.

Peering into a single window outside. The succubus twisted her nails in a circle pattern. The nails moved as if attempting to make a sphere cut on the telepathic wall. What Dafffina had actually done was break down a zoo-heavy-durable glass wall protecting a jewelry store in front of the white witch's essential oil store. The jewelry store walls broke up on a burst. Any diamond or crystal-based material, in them, began to mold into what appeared to be giant long thorns like that of rose thorns.

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

.:KAIN:.

Scene Participants: Kain
Scene Summary: Arrival at Sigil
Objective: Seeking his friend and ally in life and death

~ Kain felt the goosebumps rush across his skin - the tingly sensation from the gate causing hairs to stand up on end from head to toe. It wasn't a new experience for Kain - he had experienced traveling through such gates before, but it was a sensation that felt new every time. Kain looked down at his hands, turning them every which way to get a good look over them and his forearms. He was corporeal once again. Kain clenched his hands and released them numerous times, feeling the pressure build as they clenched and blood rush as he relaxed.

Kain let his hands fall back to his sides effortlessly as he looked up to scan his surroundings. He had heard of Sigil and how it was a gateway city, a hub of activity, but it appeared it was now dead - all of the rumors he had heard being from a now bygone era of the city's rich history. He could hear the distant murmurs and commotion of people bartering and going about their business, but the sound of the native flora bristling in the gentle breeze was nearly able to drown it out. He stood alone by the gate - no one was looking to go through or anyone following after him.

He began walking towards the area with the most commotion. His black hair was oily and dysfunctional, his clothes were dirty and tattered. Something massive was strapped to his back and lumbered back and forth with his movements under the remains of what appeared to be a cloak that was draped over the mass. It had been many days since Kain had been around anyone else, or had the luxury of a bath and clean clothes so this was his first order of business - if anyone could get past the stench that wafted from his person. After that, he would continue his search for his brother-in-arms. Surely, if he had made his way through here someone would recall the man. ~

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

.:KAIN:.

Scene Participants: Kain, Innkeeper
Scene Summary: Sigil Inn
Objective: Seeking his friend and ally in life and death

~ Kain could feel every inch of his body begin to relax the instant his body submerged into the hot, steaming, bath. He couldn't resist the urge to close his eyes and let his head roll back, an undertone groan escaping his lips. It was likely because the foot traffic to Sigil had been slow, but what little Kain had left to offer in trade was more than enough to cover his bathing, lodging, and his clothes to get clean. It was a struggle not to simply pass out here and now in the bath.

Kain opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He needed to think about the steps he was going to take. If he had kept his eyes closed; in no time he would've drifted off to sleep. The trail ran cold during the last realm he visited, but this was the only choice for Avery to head to if he had not doubled back. Considering the location of the gates here in Sigil, someone must've seen him - interacted with him. He just needed a small bit of crumb to catch the trail again. There were simply too many realms from here that Avery could have gone to for him to simply guess. He needed something solid.

Kain's thoughts were interrupted by a brief knock at the door followed by it creaking open slowly. His heart jumped up to his throat, his muscles tensed, and his head jerked to look at the door - his eyes narrowed to see into the dimly lit part of the room. "It's just me sonny." Kain could feel some of the tension ease, but he was wired and attentive now. At least he didn't feel like sleeping anymore. The innkeeper handed Kain a bar of soap while placing the towels and spare linens it sat atop of on a nearby stool. "Oh, thank you, sir. Do you know when my clothes will be ready?" Kain asked as he accepted the bar of soap, and reached over to grab a washcloth from the pile the innkeeper just brought in.

"Not tonight. Probably in the mornin'. " A smile grew across Kain's face followed up with a gentle nod. "Thank you again. For the spare clothes, too. Say, have you seen anyone around here recently that wore thick clothes that covered them up and wore a mask at all times? No exposed skin. They stick out like a sore thumb." The old gentleman creased, his lips rose together as he shook his head. The innkeeper followed this gesture up with a wave of his hand as he stepped out of the room. With the door shut, with no sound but his own thoughts, Kain sunk back into the bath as he began washing with the washcloth and soap. This innkeeper must have been in business for a long time or has had a lot of strange customers because he did not ask any questions about Kain's gear. However, he couldn't hide the fact that he was lying - he knew more than he was letting on, and he did see Avery.
Why lie? ~

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

(For anyone who sees the thread and is interested, feel free to hop in. I don't bite - feel free to join me. Just quote my post so I get the notification haha.)

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

.:KAIN:.

Scene Participants: Kain
Scene Summary: Leaving the inn; heading to the market
Objective: Seeking his friend and ally in life and death

~ Kain awoke with a start - shooting upright unnaturally fast. Beads of sweat rolled down his skin, the hairs on his neck standing at attention. A tingly sensation coursed along his entirety leaving behind a gentle pulsating sensation throughout his body. Kain's eyes darted across the room frantically as he scanned for the disturbance. There wasn't one. It was merely in his head - residual from his night terrors. With realization dawning on him about what had happened, his body began to calm down and he could feel his alertness slipping - he immediately felt the weight lift from his shoulders, but it was replaced with exhaustion just as quickly.

He glanced down at his trembling hand. It wasn't new. He had this affliction for quite some time maybe it was from experiencing death, or from the war between heaven and hell - whatever it was, he knew it was all mounting up. He knew he wasn't quite right anymore and as time went on it seemed he developed more physical manifestations of it. While massaging his hand with the other, Kain climbed out of the inn's bed.

His gear lay scattered around the room in his rush to go to bed after his bath. This was his first bath, and bed, in what felt like months. He wasn't even sure how long it had been since he saw another person's face let alone spoke to one. Kain slipped into his now clean clothes the innkeeper delivered while he was sleeping, and collected what remained of his gear.

Kain turned to look at his weapon. It had been concealed by what remained of a cloak when he first arrived, but now laid bare and exposed - pushed up against a corner of the bedroom. The weapon looked like a giant chunk of crystal with various handles across the surface for holding it. The core of the crystal was a dark purple, even borderline black in color, but the outer edges of the weapon where light could shine through revealed a lighter, brighter, purple hue. The light refracted off of the crystal drowned the corner of the room in various hues of purple. Because of its shape and size, his weapon has been affectionately nicknamed the pillar.

Kain reached out, grabbing a handle to swing the mass behind him - using his other hand to buckle the strap that keeps the weapon on his back. He followed this up by once again throwing what remained of his cloak over the weapon to conceal it and promptly leaving the room and the inn. The innkeeper may not have said as much, but his actions spoke louder than words. Avery had been through Sigil. Now he just needed to find the trail of crumbs. Kain began making his way down the vacant street, heading towards the market. ~

[Chuzuka]

Lithera "Lyra" Gray
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ᴡɪᴛʜ: noone
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: entering Sigll < heading towards market
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: --

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They said it would be painless, that it would be as though she were floating and she wouldn’t feel a thing.

Lithera would agree for the most part. As she stepped through the gates to Sigil, what she experienced was not … entirely unpleasant. It was painless and she did feel as though she were floating into existence. However, there was a queasiness that unfurled in the pits of her stomach, and when she was finally able to regain sensation of her limbs, Lyra stumbled forward, fighting a second wave a nausea. ‘Oh my’ That will take some getting used too. Or, something she can try to avoid all together.

Regaining her composure, Lyra absentmindedly rubbed her hands against her thighs, wiping the accumulated moisture and dirt from her skin as she took in her surroundings. The stark emptiness that stretched before her was not what she expected when she pictured the great “City of Doors.” Granted, she drudged up images based on books and the stories of those who have visited, as the last time she visited, Lyra was swaddled and clutched against the chest of her mother
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And so she expected more – she expected to see crowds of people and creatures of all shapes and sizes, leaving and entering Sigil at a continuous pace. The constant buzz of chatter and city noises and just…more. She felt as though there should be more. With a soft sigh, Lyra pushed dark curls away from her face and began walking down the quiet street, hands sliding into her back pockets. No sense standing around and looking lost. She needed supplies and food, both of which she figured she can get in abundance at the Market.

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

.:KAIN:.

Scene Participants: Kain, Armorer, Promoter
Scene Summary: Market
Objective: Seeking his friend and ally in life and death

~ Kain had been wandering around the market for some time. Unlike the innkeeper, none of these sellers in the market seemed to show any recollection of Avery. Perhaps he was barking up the wrong tree. Kain had slowly slipped into a state of deep thought - walking out of habit more so than with any intention. Why would the innkeeper recall Avery, but not anyone at the market? Avery never slept. Had Avery simply rushed through Sigil to another realm? Had the innkeeper simply seen Avery passing through? Why lie, if so? Was the innkeeper afraid of something or someone? Was it Avery?

Kain's thoughts were dashed when he saw an armorer on the far end of the market. His armor was all out of shape and in desperate need of a specialist's hands. He glanced down to see the numerous sloppy patchwork repairs he had done to his Hell Guard armor. It was a relic of the past just as he was and it was hard to find any of the materials needed to repair it, but perhaps someone of the trade could actually manage it. Kain began walking with purpose towards the armorer, sidestepping the occasional shopper in his way.

"Armorer! Could you fix this armor?" Kain came to an abrupt stop in front of the shop - the sudden call and appearance of Kain had startled the armorer. He looked up at Kain before glancing at the armor he was wearing. The armor used demonic ores from Hell as well as hides from Hell beasts - not that the armorer could recognize the armor. The armorer's eyebrows furrowed, a crease forming in his sun-beat wrinkled skin before an eyebrow raised and he looked Kain in the eyes. "Your handy work? Don't quit your day job." The old man shifted his weight onto one leg, a leathery hand coming up to stroke his chin. "What kind of armor is this?"

Kain felt the pangs of his comments - he knew his work was bad, but the words dug and twisted in his already low confidence. "Hell Guard armor." Kain stated flatly - he knew it did not really answer the question, but the truth was, Kain had no real knowledge about it. Perhaps the only place he could find someone who did recognize and know how to fix the armor was in Hell, but even if he could make his way back there it was unlikely anybody who remained after the collapse could help him.

"Right. Well, I can at least take a look. That'll be 2,000 gold upfront. 4,000 after I fix all of your mistakes - if I can, of course." The armorer waited but felt a groan escape through his nose when he realized Kain wasn't moving and remained quiet. He knew the answer already. Kain didn't have the money for it. "Lemme guess. You're an adventurer or warrior who's down on your luck and lack the coin. You'll promise to get it back to me."

Kain could cut the sarcasm with a knife it was so thick. Though it made his blood boil, and his face surely turned red with anger, the simple fact of the matter was that he did lack the money to pay for it. "Do you have some work I could do? Something that I can do in return for the repairs?"

The armorer eyed Kain for a moment before sighing. "Look kid, I'm sorry, but I don't need anything from you or anyone at the moment except for coin. Come back when you have it, will ya?"

The armorer had turned away from Kain after he finished not giving any time for Kain to rebuttal before the armorer got back to other work. Kain could feel his shoulders sink. These days after Hell were miserable. It was a struggle to get by anywhere he went, and his only trade was being a fighter. No one needed fighters anymore. He had worked his way up the chain of Hell and had wanted for not at his peak, but those days were gone. Long gone. Perhaps he had judged Sigil too harshly - he was more of a relic of a bygone era than the city ever was.

"Down on your luck, eh, boy?" Kain spun around, started by the sudden words - practically feeling the breath of the speaker on the nape of his neck. The man was overdressed for the market - dolled up from head to toe and even coated in makeup. "Are you? I've got a way to solve ALL of your problems!" The man's high-pitched tone made Kain feel uneasy, but clearly he some form of showman or salesman. Question was, what was he selling?

"I'll bite. What'll solve my problems?" Kain watched as the man's face turned to a smile reaching from ear to ear. The man had found his mark. "You won't be disappointed!" He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a card between his index finger and middle finger, and in a sudden jerky action handed it to Kain. "There's a fighting tournament! One trillion gold! All of your troubles would be over, young man! All you have to do is fight, and WIN!"

Kain's eyes narrowed before looking down at the invitation. So the man was a promoter for the event. One trillion gold may not solve everything, but it would certainly solve a lot of them - especially his immediate problems, but did he really want to get involved in such a thing? Fighting for sport? Once upon a time, he fought for Hell, and his fights meant something. Did he really want to fight as a performance for a blood sport? "Thanks, s---" Kain cut himself off as when he looked up the promoter was gone. He looked from left to right, but he had disappeared. He moved so fast and quietly that Kain hadn't even realized he had left. Kain back down at the invitation to the tournament. He may not have liked the idea, but he was desperate for money. Did he even have a choice, really? ~

[Chuzuka]

Lithera "Lyra" Gray
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ᴡɪᴛʜ: vendors < stranger
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: entering Sigll < Market
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: no more talking to people. ever.


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The Market was more of what Lyra imagined – the rows and rows of stalls and shops seemed to have no end in sight and it seemed to be the most populated place so far. She weaved through the throngs of vendors, lazily looking through wares – many of which were foreign to her. Lyra made the mistake of running her fingers against what looked like an ordinary cactus, and the spines instantly jutted out by a foot at her harmless touch. She had snatched her fingers back quickly in hopes of keeping them attached to her hand and looked incredulously at the vendor, who shrugged innocently.

“I suppose a warning would have been too much?” She asked, eye flickering to the prickly plant.
“Looked like an effective warning to me.” Was the dry response.

’Touche’

With an exasperated eye roll, Lyra made a show of shoving both hands into the pockets of her pants and continued browsing. She felt as though she blended pretty nicely in the crowd of Sigil, standing at a whopping 5’4, wearing simple clothes with her weapons concealed. Yet, she had a strange feeling she was being observed. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowing on a few characters lurking about. A sudden low grumble caught her attention and she quickly rested a palm over her stomach, embarrassment colouring her cheeks. Food. That will be the next stop.

Lyra took a mere four steps forward before a skewer was held up in front of her face, with four pieces of purple squares squished in the middle. She looked over to see a young girl with hair blue in pigtails, standing on a stool, grinning brightly as she held up what Lyra assumed to be some sort of meat on a skewer.

“You can have this.” The girl decided firmly, her voice extremely high pitched. When Lyra didn’t immediately respond, the girl looked pointily at Lyra’s abdomen and up to her face again, obviously hearing her stomach whine once more. At a bit of a loss, Lyra took hold of the skewer, looking at the purple blocks with barely concealed suspicion.
“It’s good!” The girl promised.

Lyra waited a few heartbeats, shifting uncomfortably under the stare of a 7, maybe 8-year-old child before sighing in defeat and lifting the skewer to her lips. Lyra let out a small hum in surprise as she took her first bite – the contents was sweet and sticky, and tasted like a fruity dessert. Nothing like what she was expecting. She found the girl still staring intensely, and couldn’t help but smile.

“It is good.”

She tossed a few coins to the giggling child, who quickly counted the amount in her palm before giving Lyra another Skewer. With a word of thanks, Lyra wandered haphazardly over to where she saw massive weapons and impressive armour on display. Lost in thought, the young women wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings and found herself colliding with something solid – someone rather.

She instinctively lifted her hands to steady herself, dropping her skewers in the process and whirling around to face the stranger she bumped into.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was –” Lyra stopped short, green irises narrowing on a card that the stranger held. “ I.. – does that say one trillion gold?” She asked in disbelief, her sense of propriety forgotten. After a few blinks, Lyra took a step back, eyes widening with mortification. “That was incredibly rude of me… I didn’t mean to snoop.”

This was going well. So well.

Phantom_Knight_x_

[Phantom_Knight_x_]

.:KAIN:.

Scene Participants: Kain, Lyra
Scene Summary: Market
Objective: Seeking his friend and ally in life and death

~ Kain's internal conflicting thoughts were abruptly disrupted when something hit him. Kain jutted forward, immediately extending a leg to catch him and the weight of whoever just bumped into him. Kain spun around to face them as they began to apologize - rapidly eyeing them up and down. It was a woman - a short woman - in casual garb. Kain's eyes rapidly switched eyeing their surroundings and nearby people. As if he was looking for a trap, or believed that this was a trick.

“ I.. – does that say one trillion gold?”

Kain's eyes shot to look at Lyra - his paranoia interrupted by her snooping - followed by glancing down at the card and then back to look her in the eye. Before Kain had the chance to get a word in, the lady apologized. Perhaps it was risky, but at the moment Kain didn't really believe she was a threat. Maybe she really was just another market goer and ran into him by accident.

"Yeah, it does. Sharp eye. It's some tournament. I got it..." Kain trailed off as he waived the card around, glancing around to see if he could spot the promoter again, but gave up to focus back on Lyra "The invitation from some guy." Kain took a step forward, leaned in, and extended his hand to shake. "No harm, no foul. My name's Kain." ~

Chuzuka

[Chuzuka]

Lithera "Lyra" Gray
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ᴡɪᴛʜ: kain
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: market
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: still hungry


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Lyra straightened, pushing dark curls away from her face, trying not to squirm when Kain’s gaze flickered to the paper and back at her. She supposed it wouldn’t do her much good to mention that she didn’t read the whole thing. It was just the prize amount that had conveniently grabbed her attention. That was gold she put into good use – gold she can use to supply her next adventures without having to resort to some questionable line of work. ’Oh, let us not open that door...’ She thought darkly.

Lyra lifted her chin, tilting her head up slightly in order to maintain eye contact with Kain as he took a step closer. “Appreciate it,” She replied with a small smile, reaching up to grip his palm with her own. “Lyra.” She released his hand to tuck hers back into her pocket, before raising a brow at the invitation. “Some tournament it must be with that kind of gold being offered. Do you reckon it’s invitation only, or open to anyone who happens to stumble across it? ” What would be the harm in trying – Lyra wouldn’t consider herself an elite fighter, but she was skilled and yet often underestimated, which had benefited her greatly in the past.

The young woman tilted her head slightly, regarding the man before her. If he joined the tournament, and she found herself joining the tournament - what would be the likelihood that they would be paired against each other?

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