So, "modernization" was a thing now. In the back of the Death Horseman's mind he'd heard about it. Something that the clan needed to undergo for the sake of survival and moving into the future and not being left behind. Outwardly Terr expressed no fuss about it. But inwardly he was not happy. He liked the traditions and the heritage and the culture of the clans. Yes, some parts of it could withstand a bit of adjusting but it wasn't like it had to be on a grand-scale.
And then the clothes were brought in. Terry hated them. Not because he hated clothes, he had a sizable wardrobe, though not anywhere near the lengths of some Conquest clansmen. It was just the clothing's aesthetic.
But he was a good Horseman. He was an obedient clan member of Death. And he will make do with the ugly and put them on and- blue eyes caught sight of a pair of heels and that gave him pause.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
phantompanther13
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 5:23 am
Peril was wandering the halls. He had worked his way up from the first floor surveying everything silently. Still no holes or problems thus far. The building looked like it was in good shape. This was very good. Peril was pleased that there was no work needed. (bored because there was no work needed, but he could potentially find something to do in the shops.)
He was getting close to the end of his journal, passing through the death floor now. What he forgot was that his termites had started to swarm, looking into nicks and crannies. They just kind of did their own thing.
Huni Pi
Peril- Journal Clan: Famine - Colony Soldier Arcana: The high priestess (Group A) Description: Shirtless with scarf. Termites occasionally crawl in and out of the folds of his cloths.
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. It was a slow moving sound. One that echoed down the hall in irregular intervals, interspersed with uneven measures of silence.
It was some time before a certain Death horseman appeared, one arm braced against the wall. The way his shoulders were slumped and the difficulty in his gait, it almost looked like he couldn't walk. And, well, there was some truth to that assumption. His face showed no pain, no suggestion of an injury. But he was of Death and some of them took pride in never showing emotions.
Click. Went his foot as he took a wobbly step. Clack. Came the second foot.
phantompanther13
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 6:19 am
Click click clack? What was that sound? It sounded like a very large bug or something. Peril was intrigued.
What he found was not a bug. It was a horseman. And his gait was just so painful looking. Like a broken legged animal trying to walk on only 3 legs. "Are you ok?"
and then peril spotted the shoes. They ended in elegant points. On one hand, the points were nice looking. On the other, they clearly provided no stability. He slowed his breath not wanting to breath too hard in the death horseman's general direction.
Terr froze, an automatic response with or without the addition of new footwear. His arm steadied himself against the wall, slowly, carefully turning towards the unaccounted for witness that was a Famine Horseman. He did not know this one, but they did not seem someone he should be worried about.
He straightened himself, tried not to shudder at the sight of the insects that would crawl along the Horseman's clothing, and nearly lost his balance. Note that it was just nearly. He managed to regain his footing and attempted to remain stoic and blank-faced, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. On the outside.
But on the inside? Terr was wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole as he said, "Yes, I was, am alright. How are you?"
phantompanther13
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:10 am
"Me? Yes, I was just checking for damage." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Those things look very impractical. What are they for?" Peril was looking at those shoes.
The pauses were of little note. HE didn't see what the death horseman felt. So he was none the wiser to his discomfort.
Terry glanced down at his shoes, "They are from a collection. The Modernization collection." His tone was even, though the look in his eyes seemed to be asking for confirmation that the other horseman knew what he was talking about. But considering that they were Famine, Terr seemed it was unlikely. Which was why he added, "We are required to dress in them in order to blend in with the human world."
phantompanther13
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:40 am
Modernization collection? That still seemed... weird to him. Peril looks at the shoes trying to place what this modernization was. Didn't that one thing say something about that?
"Oh. I didn't realize it looked like that." No need to say that he otherwise didn't have a clue. "I haven't gotten mine yet." he hoped that those were not part of the famine package. But humans were odd creatures. Wait he remembered something from his room that was labeled Modernization. Shirt and pants. He had no plans to wear the shirt, at least not until required.
Terry was grateful the show of concern had not been focused on him and his inability to walk in said shoes. "There were, are others you can choose from. These," and he dared to lift one left to give the Famine horseman a better view, "Were the most aesthetically acceptable pair I found. I will not deny the difficulty they present my mobility," and at this he darted his eyes downwards. He did not sound embarrassed, but Terr was quite particular about showing emotions (in that he would prefer he never did).
Anyone familiar with him would note the almost imperceptible way the tips of his ears darkened in color. "But it was only logical that I adjust myself accordingly."
A beat.
"You mentioned you were inspecting for damage?" And here Terr's eyes widened slightly in concern. Structural damage was no laughing matter.
phantompanther13
Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 2:00 am
Peril would defiantly be choosing a different set. If he could find one that would let him walk. "It is logical to practice I suppose. You should be able to mimic humans in short order."
He shrugged a bit at the question of structural damage. "I haven't seen any. At least none beyond normal wear and tear. I'll take it as a good sign." He looked around the halls. "Let me know if you notice anything in need of repairs. I'll report it and get it fixed." that being said, he really should be getting back to his inspections.
The Death Horseman gave a soft sigh of relief when the Famine Horseman said that there was no structural damage. But then again, to Terr it could simply be interpreted as the other horseman just haven't found any and not that there was none. Despite the calm, almost lack of expression on his face, paranoia began to spread through the jewelry maker. His thoughts began to race, thinking on all sorts of awful possibilities this could mean for not just himself but for the rest of Dusk!
Maybe there was a massive fissure that had caused the crystal to turn from green to red and it had made itself known yesterday? And the clan-wide memory loss was preventing anyone from making the necessary repairs in order to ensure their continued survival! What if Dorothy had failed to record this dangerous event? Or what if she had but her system had been severely damaged to the point no one in Famine who'd created her could properly heal her?
What did this mean for everyone? This was not good! This was not good at all!
But before Terr could go into a state of complete melt down, he took a deep calming breath. Surely if something as threatening as structural damage had occurred there would traces of it, correct? After all, they were all still in Dusk and there weren't any unusual shaking or trembling (that didn't originate from the War Horsemen or the various training grounds).
He was probably overthinking and overreacting. Yes, that was it. He would leave after thanking and exchanging information with the Famine Horseman.
phantompanther13
We can handwave their "intro" of each other so we can do ALL THE JOBS!
Terr
