Posted! Should have the summary set up better there at the bottom of the post this time. Got some ongoing things wrapped up, and then asked Goblin Grandpa a couple of questions!
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Kir
Day 0 || Morning || Church
The big, deathly white pale Hobgoblin seemed to take notice of her once more, however, walking over and addressing her specifically.
“Your instincts are sharp, it took the rest of us at least a day to start figuring out how to use all of the parts of these animals. But I will give you two more things. One a warning, with that skill or spell you stand out and will be a target if others know. The second you will get when I return if we are still alive.”
He did have somewhat of a point, as she thought on it. Didn't want to draw any ire, though all the same she was planning to minimize that by making a bow and arrows she could remake over and over to use. Just seemed to her to be the best idea to start with without having to think much about it. All the same it was advice, and these hobs had survived to become hobs themselves. So it was worth taking in, at least, and the promise of a second gift did make her eyes perk up in earnest interest for a moment.
"I'll take the advice. But I'm heading out to get supplies as well, with my sisters here if they want to come along for their own things. So I'll meet you back here later for the second thing, ok?"
Finishing up with her work and the latter of her two conversations, apparently just in time, the recreated rusty sword dissipated into nonexistence once more from the young goblin's hand. Kir wiped her forehead with a shoulder, before taking her bloodied hands and grabbing up a couple more portions of the unclaimed food and eating them with their servings of berries. If the goofs wouldn't come eat their shares, then the shares would get eaten or get rotten on the floor. She'd left only a couple of them on the floor, but whether the others are them or not wasn't her concern anymore. Either way, her work was done.
Still, she looked over and checked that her component parts were there. Pelts? Check. Sinews? Check. Couple of rabbit skulls with horns still attached? Check. Stomach? Properly filled for the time being at least.
Kir then looked down and over her hands and arms, bloodied and stained up to the elbows in crimson red. It was...something. Probably needed to go rinse it off or wipe it off or something. Or maybe lick it all off? What got stuck to her elbows was probably ok enough to eat. Hmm. That would be perhaps the best idea before she did any real hunting anyways.
Though before she left...yes, that would be something to do at least. Get an answer for a couple of questions on the way out. To that end, the female goblin gathered up her materials, draping them over her shoulders and holding the skulls on two of her fingers by way of their now-empty eye sockets. To her old self, this would be rather different, but at the same time she wasn't whoever that person was. Kir was herself, after all. But those hazy things from 'her' of before were being useful so far in giving her ideas and such, as far as they went in that regard anywho.
Still, it was like instinctually her ideas began to 'click' more. Among other ones that now popped into her head. Like she could just get them off the top of her head, or just kinda felt they were there like how she just knew how to recreate that sword before. Even so, it made more sense and enough so that she could go get to work better than before.
"If any of you want to go out to get stuff to make traps or things like that, though, I'm basically ready. I'm going to find the best sticks I can for making a bow and some arrows and a cloak, stuff like that, see if I can get something that works going. Just want to talk to Granpda really quick."
Kir simply wanted to get going as well, but she wasn't going to be rude about this. More that the rabbit carving up and harvesting was enough of an activity to vent her frustration to some extent. Still, she wasn't totally calm either. There were things to get done, stuff she wanted to make. All of that good stuff. All she needed was a good bow, and then to make the best single arrow she could. From there it would be all rather useable in theory.
Walking over, Kir approached Grandpa and looked up at him with a determined expression.
"If you've got a moment, Grandpa, I'm curious about something," she said, rubbing her chin with one blood-red hand as she spoke, a glint of curiosity flashing over her eyes as she distinctly gestured to the shrines around the chapel, "Who are these, ah, things around here for?"
What was the word? Blast. The old life bits were too hazy, but something was every so vaguely familiar as to say a 'who' rather than a 'what' in her question. Yet as she spoke, her mind returned to the prior night, the near-escape that Grandpa had drug her back from. The one thing she could recall most about then was a faint light under the doors in in through the cracks. Soft, like the outside of these pelts, but different somehow. Like a pale white and silver-ish light in color.
"And can you tell me anything about whatever made that pale white light that came in here from the outside last night? It's not like during the day. Softer, somehow, prettier...but I kinda like it. So I guess I wanted to know more about that as well. Like, what made that light and what it's like."
Once she got her answer proper from Grandpa, or at least whatever answers she could get that is, she'd wait for her sisters before setting out.
Summary: Kir responded to Gird (@ReusableSword) before he walked away from her and left, finished her work with the horned rabbits, ate more of the food portions left out (only two food portions are left on the floor now), gathered up her harvested supplies (now listed in her Inventory in the hider at the bottom of this post), talked to her sisters that had assembled around her (@TheMushroomLord,@Rune_Alchemist,@SilverPaw), and then went to ask Goblin Grandpa (@Jangel13) a couple of questions before she waits or goes to head outside with her sisters (if any are coming).
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Hmm....curious. :O
Just a passerby taking a look is all, all is chill.
Just a passerby taking a look is all, all is chill.
@Haeo
Depends what he said cause I'm still trying to figure out what to do to everyone who left he cave
Church. Not cave. :P
The Greater Republic of India
In front of the Secretariat Building, New Delhi
The most recent meeting had long ended in the building, the other department heads and ministry officials long dispersed, but even so President Daksh felt that some fresh air after it all was more than necessary. He'd invited Prime Minister Ishann to come with, and the other man seemed to readily accept the offer. Now the two stood upon the front steps of the Secretariat Building, watching out at the pools of water directly out before them, surrounded on either side by the symmetrically-cut shrubbery and plants and carefully-laid pathways before them. It was a sight both had seen many a time before at this building, but even so the glow of the late afternoon sun reflecting softly off of the water was not as comforting as it had been before.
...In fact, the air between the two seemed some peculiar mixture of a worn-out tiredness and a lingering sense of tension.
"To see the day you and the Army Minister announced 'that' as being completed is something I never thought I would see, President Daksh, much less an approval to use it. Even so it all seemed to work out in the end, in no small part due to the Army Minister's own passionate speech to the House. He once told me he studied overseas and took oratory classes at his father's insistence, but to see him in action like this was a first throughout all of my tenure.
Still, the truth is what we are about to do is nothing we can take back in the aftermath. Many still left a bit nervous, others more confident, but...even you, it seems, fall into the former."
Daksh's eyes simply turned to look at the other man, looking on with a gaze that seemed to hold stalwart and true despite the notes of exhaustion visible behind them, before shifting back towards the scene before them.
"I won't say you are wrong, Prime Minister, what we are undertaking is something that has taken it's toll even on me. It was one reason I wished to step out here, even as you seemed to be drained by the occasion. Yet I cannot blame you.
Years of patience and funds, negotiations, the payoff from certain fines from Maharashtra and here in the NCT, and careful management of the Military Bugdet's internal allocation were required. Among 'other things'. Yet what some once called a 'useless vanity project' has borne fruit, and yet tomorrow those who ounce doubted will be proven more than wrong. Our nation, once a puppet of the British and put to shame, will stand out on the world stage with prominence and pride."
The President raised his hands, gesturing out and up at the world before them before letting them rest more formally by his sides once more.
"Still, the arguments were made, the information placed before the House and other Ministries, and we all came to the necessary and unanimous consensus in the end. Do not worry too much, Ishann."
The other man seemed to shuffle silently for a moment, before a restrained yet defeated sigh finally escaped his lips.
"I pray you are right, Daksh. More so I have been encouraged before meeting you out here to tell you to be wary of the use of 'that' on behalf of both the other Ministries and House. Beyond what has been approved, you must communicate with the House and Ministry Heads and seek approval. Myself included among those. That is what was decided.
I simply do not want to see our people made out as barbarians-"
He didn't even have a chance to finish those words, the President's eyes swiveling over on a dime and his voice raised and cutting through the humid air and Prime Minister's words like a hot knife.
"Barbarians, you say? By whose metric? By whose tongue?"
Barbarians. Savages. Such was what they had been seen as by others when the Dutch and British arrived. His father, even his grandfather, had been able to tell stories of those days whether from their own lives or that had been told to them by loved ones. Barbarians that agitated their people, savages that had pushed them around, he wanted nothing of those days. He had continued to help push for the fight to modernize India even now, even as his most ambitious predecessors had prior, so none would ever call them much les think on them with such vulgar terms again. No longer would their people a stepping stone for others beyond their shores.
Even so, the man did pause for a moment after his words rung into the cooling air...before letting out his own sigh. Mindlessly Daksh adjusted his tie and button-down shirt, before turning his gaze again to meet that of the other man next to him.
"The crunch work on this was painstakingly done to ensure this could happen, and can moving forward as we need it, and our soldiers and officers have been preparing for this day after the project finally completed. Maintenance has been accounted for, adjustments were made to keep things in-balance, and proper channels have been used. Even so, we both know that India has needed much in the way of projecting its power beyond these borders. Something to make the world take us seriously, but not enough to cause others to lay siege to our shores.
It will be the first time in history this sort of thing has happened, and India shall stand at the head of it all in a positive light in the long run."
The Prime Minister seemed to ever so slightly grimace, his silence speaking volumes as he places his hands behind his back.
"...Or we will be standing at the beginning of our world's end. I may not be as religious as some, nor wield it in the duties of my office as I have long upheld, but I pray we do not end up as Ashwatthama did before Lord Krishna. For great would be our curse, and immense our suffering."
Daksh clicked his tongue in return, though he did seem to gaze out in thought for a moment at the very least.
"...Way up there, Ishann, we can assuredly make our stance as well as our might clear. We will not end as the ancient epics once detailed for the viallins, but be the victors and greater and glorious in the aftermath. We will be the Pandavas of this tale, not the other way around.
I say this, I do all of this that I have done thus far, because our people need something. They need something to make them feel as if we are strong, and that they can accomplish anything. They need something to feel as if we deserve to exist upon the grand stage that is this world, and be among its great actors!
We shall make our people even greater, but to make things better we must inspire them. Not simply sit back in the shadows and simply just sit idly by and sell Bollywood movies around the world as we have been."
Daksh's eyes turned towards his companion, who seemed to calmly stare back in an almost challenging manner. Yet in the end the latter would lightly shake his head, before giving a surrendering motion with his hands before placing them behind his back once more.
"Then I pray we have such resolve as you do now, Daksh, throughout the coming days. I have already made preparations for what will be released to the press and media outlets, both local and international, and all we will need to do is adjust them as the situation demands. All that is left is...well, for you to pull the trigger.
Until we meet again, however, I must be on my way. The cook I have hired for tonight is supposed to prepare my favorite dish, and I'd sooner get home than be trapped for several more hours on the road."
With that Ishann gave a light nod of his head before walking off. Daksh felt his eyes follow the man for a bit, before returning up to the darkening sky. Indeed, the remannts of sunshine were like a fading light on the horizon, though for this moment they shone softly like a beautiful gold. It made him think, even. Perhaps this weekend he could take his family to see the NLC-mutant Zoo in Mumbai, or the world's tallest international hotel bed and breakfast being built only some blocks away from from the Secretariat Building. Such sights were new to India, and yet the magnates and wealthy building these projects had brought in much in regards to fines and jobs once things had settled down.
Of course, on the other hand, the struggles of the encroaching shadows about their nation's border still loomed. Indeed the nation continued with their own struggles within, of which there were many.
Indeed, at one time or another darkness always fell upon Bharat...and yet inevitably they would rise to a new dawn and overcome. Their history, their people, spoke volumes of this. This he was sure of, and this time would be no different than all the others.
Such was his hope for the future.
Several Kilometers Off the Southern Coast Of Burma, Western Indian Ocean
The man laughed from the bridge, one hand on the ship's wheel to steer and his worn AK-47 still cradled in his other hand with a finger on the trigger. His dark eyes looked out the window as the vessel continued to float on the waves many a mile from the mainland, all whilst he stood here and took it all in with a fancy cigar clutched between his lips. The smoke from it trailed up from the lit end, the fancy lighter used for it stuffed in the hole-ridden and patchwork pants he wore. The crew of the vessel had already surrendered, but to catch some cargo ship headed from India to somewhere back in Europe. It was a goldmine. His contact had been useful after calling in that this one coming by at the right time, and it was an easy job once they'd taken the crew by surprise almost a week ago. The crew'd been packing, though, so he'd had his men ferry those bits back for later and bring more to staff the ship by this point.
Damn stupid foreigners, they never learned. They tried over and over again to stop them, but in the end it was all just a fool's errand. His men had been looking for a score like this forever, gathering up the supplies and striking at smaller targets and looking for information, but finally they had done it. Now they had one big cargo ship, and whatever the hell supplies it carried inside still there. They'd made the call back to India to ransom it last night, and already the old crew had been taken ashore for ransom or been shot already in taking the ship. Not many chances came around for them to get something these days, but the lack of any Indian response so far hadn't worried them. Anything fancy, anything stupid, and the rest of the crew and ship's cargo were forfeit whilst they themselves got away!
And yet this morning, there had been no ships in the area whilst they set anchor. Period. As if it had all become a ghost town. For his part, the man didn't mind, it just meant a day for his men to watch and enjoy themselves with the cargo below while they waited for-
But the man never got to finish his thought. A split second later the clouds seemed to part suddenly, as if something was descending down upon the world. But none of them would get a chance to perceive much less process this.
CRASH!!!
It was over in an instant.
A spear of light from the heavens themselves pierced the ship through, crashing through it like paper and deep into the ocean below.
The impact itself sent ripples outward as a great kinetic energy was imparted into it, generating great waves that roared both east and north to crash hard into the close-enough Burmese coast. Those unfortunate enough to be out on the coast on this day would find themselves...unfortunate, to say the least. Drownings, fishing and pirate ships washed away or capsized, children swimming who were hidden away in the salty waters, and more such stories would arise in the following hours and days. Some wondered if another earthquake had come to life, and yet as the pieces were being put together the Burmese government and others would find that an answer was handed out in an Indian news release, its title eventually clashing across TV screens and over radio waves across the world:
"Indian Government fires Newly-Unveiled Orbital Kinetic Strike Weapon on Burmese Pirates"
Hours later, however, the scene would again repeat itself.
Many Hours Later, Near Southeastern Border Near Pakistan, Kashmir and Jammu Province, India
The ground just over the border, into the annexed Kashmir and Jammu territories from the Pakistani side, was the location of a fortified Pakistani military base that had for years intruded upon this sovereign Indian territory. Even after its assimilation into India proper, even with the security placed there and forces to protect the peoples there, Pakistan had claimed the area was still 'theirs' despite having lost control over it. This base, this military base, had sat there for years as testament and constant issue for the area. It spat in the face of common reason!
Whilst Pakistan was not the only nation to lay claims on this area, they were the only ones to intrude beyond the border with any sort of illegal fortifications and the ilk still at this time.
But today, that would change. It would change only a small while after news of the Burmese Pirates' fate reached even this illegal base itself.
A 'spear of light' once again would descend, a flash within the span of a moment that only those looking to the southeastern skies in the province would have seen. The strike area had been long cleared of Indian Personnel and only a small few villages had been cleaned out to move the people far away. The Pakistanis had taken this as a suspicious sign, sending men out to scout before the news finally hit later that day. First they had simply laughed it away, and yet now those within the effective area would come to realize the truth all too late.
CRASH!!!
Panic that an earthquake had occurred ran through the people of the province, even as that flash from the heavens shook the earth itself with a mighty force that made it seem as if the world was to end. Even so, for those living in the Kashmir and Jammu Province, they would ultimately be escorted back to their villages in due time. At least, once observation of the damages and such things had been assessed by the Indian Military in-depth and were accounted for. Even the Pakistanis would scramble too muster and send others in to try to examine, look for survivors but with the Indian Military presence they would be forced to observe at a long distance...or were shot and bombarded into fleeing before they could see much.
Even so, reports from both Indian and Pakistani sides as well as the later international news crews trying to observe from afar would tell of the same general story at least. Likewise another news headline would be released by the Indian Government, one which would rapidly spread over the TV and radio networks of the world:
"Indian Government fires Newly-Unveiled Orbital Kinetic Strike Weapon For Second Time on Illegal Pakistani Military Base"
A later third release the next day beyond would note further justifications for the two strikes, as well as contain official copies of memos and warnings actually sent to the Burmese Government days before to warn it of the impending first strike a week ahead of time. Burmese officials, many of whom 'dismissed' the warning, have been pulled into the public spotlight. Meanwhile the number of civilians deaths in the Pakistani strike were reported as "0" on the Indian side, with additional documentation and proof provided to assert the claim and provide a headcount of the civilian evacuees after UN representatives arrived several hours later. This event was also met with a hasty Pakistani counter-claim, however, that 'countless civilians were slain' and a demand for sanctions on India...however, the evidence in the days and weeks following thus far has not given a seeming validation to this counter-claim.
@Jangel13 I'll do the little summary, like Reusable did this round, next round to avoid confusion. But yeah, basically just working to finish stuff with the horned rabbits. If that amounts at all to anything beyond acquiring sinews, the pelts, and 2 horned rabbit skulls with horns attached, I will leave that judgement to you. XD
Leannah
“I just like fluffy things. Also foxes are just cute.”
...The catgirl could not help but take a look over at Misaki for a second after the human girl said that. Yet just a quickly she caught herself and quickly turned her head back toward the eccentric girl. No, there was no need to overthink it. Just a girl that liked touching fluffy tails was all. Besides, the description of Chagawa was even more interesting in regards to their seemingly level of advancement as compared to here. Trade, metal ore, giant tree, all felt just about right for an anime setting or something of the sort. Not that here seemed void of things, just that-...mmm, perhaps she'd better just quiet her own thoughts for the time being on that matter. She could geek out about ancient trade routes and the Bronze Age for that matter, or at least how this all reminded her of it in some manner at least.
More importantly, the catgirl readied herself and followed after Lazhira as the human girl led them to the temple. As much as the traders were interesting, she was more captivated by the chance to visit an ancient temple filled with who knew what! Maybe they'd find a tomb, though considering how this world was so far a real 'mummy's curse' was a possibility. Hmm. Again, she was overthinking things, but in truth all she had was the background history of Earth that she knew about to compare things to.
Overall, however, the walk was rather 'peaceful' if she had to pin a word on it. Other than the odd feeling of 'being watched', and though it was winter she felt perfectly comfortable in her attire among the snow-laden trees that got thicker and thicker as they went along. The snowy ground as it became uneven proved to be a bit tougher, but without other excess troubles they had seemed to arrive in good time. In fact, the peculiar structure in the far distance, hidden by strange, deepening fog they stood at the precipice of, got her blood pumping for some reason. Sure it did have its...ah...not-very-settling qualities about it, but she did feel Lazhira had a point about it being 'strangely beautiful' in a way.
However, getting lost in strange magic fog was not something she was a fan of.
"I think I'll stick with you, Lazhira, with my own light as well. Safety in numbers and all of that!"
She has mighty fists, but Lazhira was the expert here out of the lot of them. If she was going to deviate at all, it would be on the safer side of things rather than deep in there. Well, unless they got jumped by a monster, approached by some demon or deity, etc. She wouldn't assume, but if a God of Knowledge was associated with here it would undoubtedly be a place filled with tricky things and likely traps.
With that, Leannah put out her hands and cast the magic she'd learned to control well enough last night.
Leannah has cast "Sunlight (Lesser/Restricted)"
Wait a second. After she'd cast the spell to conjure the orb of sun-like light, albeit not the dangerous kind like she'd accidentally done last night before all the practicing, the sight of the orb of light brought a question to mind. Like a lightbulb came on out of the blue, or an inkling that had suddenly connected the two dots or something, bringing a new theory to her mind.
"...Before we head in, Lazhira, I just wanted to ask: Is there a sun god or goddess in this world? Not that it's a big question at the moment, but I simply wanted to check real quickly before we head in."
Spur of the moment question, yes, but not one she wanted to forget to ask. Egypt in ancient times revolved around Ra's trip around the sky, and then the god's resurrection each morning. At least, that was putting it very simply and to-the-point. But what if her gift was pissing some deity off, and now caused the trouble she had with all of this? Seeing the small sun-like but safe orb of light, at least outside of the training mindset of last night, had finally made this train of thought click in her mind.
But once the question was answered, one way or the other, she'd follow Lazhira in without another word beyond giving a nod of affirmation to whatever answer she got right now.
@Jangel13 Was trying to follow your orders from before by doing that. Sorry to be confusing there.
@Jangel13 Still in Church, doing what I bolded in my post and tagged you in! Just to, ah, give extra clarification yes. @_@
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