[pcs] meteion

[ktiseos]

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w0, sunday

[ktiseos]

[WELL. here they are, now that things have finally happened, and evidently he's acquired a new shadow as well as acquiring his sword? hello, meteion.

he seems not to mind just letting her follow, at least. all the better to keep an eye on her, make sure she can be returned in good condition; her absence will surely jeopardize their efforts with hermes, after all.]

Meteion. Do you still find yourself stifled?

[best to make sure nothing has changed, after all this.]

[meteion]

[ Her wings perk at the sound of her name, considering his words with a tilt of her head. Which... settled on her head is a crown of sunflowers in a sunrise color.

And, well



this too. Nestled on top of the crown of flowers, staring curiously at Emet. ]

I can do something... with the colors. But still not my abilities from before. I tried but... still nothing. [ :( ] Maybe the ones that taught us the colors will know..?

[ktiseos]

[he makes a slight face at the ambystoma. honestly. he is not babysitting one of these things AGAIN this is meteion's problem.]

Mayhap they do, but I do not believe we will obtain all the necessary answers from them. It seems that for the moment, we must make do.

w0, friday

[meteion]

[ When there's a knock at her door, well... Meteion wasn't really expecting it but she brightens as soon as she sees who her visitor is. ]

Emet-Selch! Hello!

[ktiseos]

Meteion. Here.

[he holds out... the ambystoma!

bwee! it wiggles happily in his hands.]

Do try to keep an eye on it.

[meteion]

Ah! There you are! Did you miss Emet-Selch?

[ she holds her hands out to take but she is of course unbothered by this, seeming chipper. ]

Thank you for taking care of it. Do you want to come in for a bit? We have... smoothies!

w1, friday

[ktiseos]

[yes hello wherever the bird is he is ON HIS WAY.]

-Meteion. Do not go anywhere alone until this has been settled, understand?

[meteion]

[ APARTMENTS one (1) fear to leave here ]

..I.. understand. [ she does, but she is anxious and!! fretting! ] What's.. going to happen? Does that mean that someone here...

[ hurt? another? ]

[ktiseos]

...not necessarily. But something has certainly gone wrong, and until it is set right, this place is not safe.

[there would be no reason to kill him, for one of these beings to turn on their own so fast. he would like to think so.

if that proves to be the case-- they'll have bigger problems on their hands.]

w2, friday post-body

[meteion]

[ Meteion is sitting outside the greenhouse, on the apartment's rooftop so it won't be hard to find her.

when she notices Emet, her body tenses, looking akin to a kicked puppy. ] ..Emet-Selch.

[ she got super attached :( ]

[ktiseos]

Meteion.

[birb...

he comes to take a seat next to her, with a sigh.]

You were close, were you not.

[meteion]

[ when he sits next to her, she does ease up a little. she quietly nods. ]

He... is different. Like me. [ he isn't human, he's a spirit- a sword. ] He always.. checked up on me. He made sure I was safe in my room, every night.

[ her voice wavers, blinking quickly as though that'll stop the tears welling up again. ] I've.. felt it, from Hermes, when a creation was undone. How sad it is. How.. empty. But this... this is different.

Death is.. painful. [ it hurts. it's sad, she feels helpless. ]

w3, monday

[meteion]

[ seems like this bird is trying to flee the museum, startled completely when she runs into Emet with frazzled feathers of dark blue as well as more duller and darker shades. ]

E-Emet-Selch--

[ there's a panic in her voice and, to no surprise, as a bubble had been quickly on her heels they both get snatched up. i imagine it resizes itself to accommodate emet's tall size ]

[ktiseos]

Meteion-?!

[what in the world has her so frazzled? he's glancing behind her with a frown to see if she's pursued, but--

then the bubble traps them. and, tall as he is, even in an emet-sized bubble... it's very hard not to touch.

it glows yellow as his arm brushes it, and the bubble shows her a memory of his.]

w3, saturday

[ktiseos]

[...he lets her in, when she arrives, though he hesitates a moment first. but it's fine. she can come in, he supposes.]

Meteion. What is it?

[meteion]

[ a lot of what was happening earlier is still on her mind so, she's still a bit quiet. but she reaches up and pushes her hood back.

the start of this week, she certainly had still a good amount of blue plumage of feathers, some dull and darker ones here and there but.. well, there's a more notable amount of grey and dark now with some blue. ] I'm.. sorry, about earlier.

[ she rubs at her hands, peering down and then finally looks up to meet him in his eyes. ] I.. I wanted to ask you on Thursday, but I.. didn't get to.

[ she never got to leave her apartments, because she kept dwelling on this thought. ]

When we... when we go back.. [ ... ] Will, I die?

[ will I be killed? ]

w3, sunday

[meteion]

Emet-Selch!

[ wherever he is, here's a familiar bird jogging on over to him with her coat seeming wholly forgotten. which, he'll notice compared to the night before, her feathers have a lot more blue plumage than before. there's still some stray dulls and gray here and there, but she's at the very least bluer.

her eyes are also a bit brighter. ] Are you, busy right now..?

[ktiseos]

[ah. that's better, then-- he isn't sure what caused it, but he thinks someone else was right, about it being similar to the flowers. picking up on others' feelings and changing. whatever that was, it certainly wasn't a good sign.]

...I suppose I can spare a minute or so, yes.

w4, friday

[meteion]

[ Meteion is just sitting in the lobby for now, probably for a break with how exhausted she looks. her emotional state is.. rather dull, there are things there- not necessarily good ones, but not as strong as yesterday at least. from what's visible, it's a bit difficult to figure out how much she's bandaged up but one wing does have some along with a stray few black feathers. bandages are seen on her legs and her arms as well as her hands.

there's a spike of anxiousness when she sees him. ] ..Emet-Selch.

[ ... ] We just.. got done investigating the rooftop, did you.. want to know?

[ktiseos]

Meteion. I do, yes, but I trust you have been treated as well?

[seems like it, with the bandages, but. to what extent, is the question. the concern coming from him is an almost clinical sort of thing, observing, evaluating.]

w5 thurs pre-curfew

[meteion]

[ Meteion is here at the medbay, watching him a safe distance away. she is completely gray, a ripple of static running through her frequently with a bit of an anxious look.

once she gets Emet's attention, though... ]

I... I'm sorry, Emet-Selch.

[ktiseos]

... I am not the one who ought to hear it, you realize.

[his voice is still wheezy, he's still clearly pretty injured despite his time in the pod, but. at least he's not dying!]

w7, wednesday

[meteion]

[ As you approach a house you know to belong to blue and white starbird... well, in this case actually Meteion now, it's like the feeling of living in paradise. There is lush green all around, with plentiful of trees, and a stone building with a small and ancient-looking spire seeming located on what looks like could be a floating island. In the background, you can see other floating islands, with blue crystals likely linking them together.

There's an archway to greet you made of wisterias to enter, where you're greeted by the flyby of three-- no, four birds. The first is a blue bird, quick and shooting across like a star with a bright yellow one right beside it. A four-winged dark blue into pink ombre one seems to follow them both close behind with a rather larger raven with little beads interspersed in its feathers following not far behind.

The sky shows it to be split right down the middle... one half being a welcoming dark blue with glittering gleams of stars whereas the other half is a rising sun horizon with blends of red, yellow and orange. Once you enter the building, there's a floating giant moon lantern in the center of the ceiling that seems to be in a current moon phase. Plastic glow in the dark stars are littered across all the walls and ceiling, the lighting only dim enough to show off these pretty stars.

One side of the wall has a tank where a familiar little ambystoma can be seen swimming around. Meteion, however, will be found seated in a round comfortable bed with lots of blankets, much like that of a nest! She has a sun pillow in her arms and her wings perk up in greeting. She also happens to be wearing a necklace that looks like a flower, glowing a bright sunny yellow. ]

Ah, Emet-Selch! [ her wings flutter now. ] Thank you for your work on everything, it came out really beautiful.

[ktiseos]

-well. I could not very well leave it be, when I could recreate Elpis well enough.

[he's familiar, after all, with the place she knows best-- created directly from his memory, for others to then build upon.]

I trust it is comfortable enough?

w7, friday

[meteion]

[ wherever Emet is in this precise moment, amidst his attempts in trying to break into the central node or some other, there will be a blue feathery form flying on over-- though it is not Meteion in her normal form, but her starbird. her voice is pained, distressed ]

E-Emet-Selch, i-is there anything--

[ he likely knows what she wants to ask. is there anything they can do? for them? for bass? but also, what is the state of emet... his grayscale from before... ]