For Argilla (and/or Gale)

[scarsolderthanyou]

Option I. Syn AU

Another liminal change, another influx of new people, and Stone was tired today. The last Jaunt had been... well, strange. And uncomfortable. And Stone wasn't feeling like going out and meeting everyone else just yet.

So he and Azure were on the platform in his created space, with the door behind him to the rest of liminal open, while she preened his hair and he considered the fake canopy of leaves overhead and possibly a nap.


Option II. Three Worlds

Stone was napping when the scent hit him, and he sat up sharply, startled. An Arbora who had been tending to one of the plants on the same platform jumped and dropped her basket. "Line-grandfather?"

He waved a hand at her rather than answer, climbed to his feet, and shifted, taking off immediately almost before his winged shape had finished settling in. That was the smell of an asura, and he did not want anyone else to be the one to find him first.


Option III. ELSEWHERE take your pick, her world or another random one

Traveling had broken something, as far as Stone could tell. He hadn't seen the colony tree for more than a couple days at a time, before bouncing off to some other world again. He didn't have anything he needed to fix or change, like actual Traveling, it just... lasted as long as it lasted before he found himself able to open a portal again to get back home.

This time it seemed like one of the modern Earth-ish worlds, as far as Stone could tell. He got a few funny looks for the height, the gray skin, and the bare feet, but no one had stopped him yet. Since he hadn't tried to smile yet, no one could question the teeth. Right now, he was just looking for wherever he could sit down for a while, take in the scents, and listen to people so he could get his bearings.


Option IV. WILD CARD

Got something else you feel like playing out, an AU of some sort or a private walkabout or something? Go ahead and make a starter and I will tag!

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I

[fervoreous]

Outside of his doorway is the scent of asura, though an unfamiliar one. Where Gale carries with him the scent of blood on the wind, here that sent of iron is part of fresh earth and stone. While scents can get muddled out in liminal proper, she's still able to tell this is a place that Gale frequents. He's been here often enough that he can feel the residual of it, which is more than enough to peak her curiosity.

Gale's little paintings hadn't done her justice. Still clad in her Junkyard uniform, her hair and eyes are strikingly bright. Where Gale's expressions tend to lean heavily towards placid, she's wide eyed with curiosity and wonder as she peeks in through the door.

"Hello?"

II

[vorenado]

For the first time in years, Gale has no idea where he is. Traveling, he imagines, but usually he arrives with enough information to get by on. Now he's stranded, and assaulted by a whole array of unfamiliar scents. Save one, though he's hesitant to move in that direction. He knows enough about them that they don't respond well to solitaries, of any species but least of all their own.

Trying to blend in is probably a bad idea in this case. He starts along the forest in that direction anyway, currently unaware that the forest is actually on the branch of a larger tree.

III. A wild Cielo appears!

[ovoretherainbow]

This humanish city exists under a series of domes protecting the populous from a yellow sky and what looks like a constant, totally eclipse of the sun. That black spot hangs heavy in the sky over the wasteland of empty buildings, dust, and sand. With Stone's eyesight and a good vantage point to look out into that ruined city, he may be able to make out unmoving shapes in the streets. Statues? Now why would there be statues of people trying to run for shelter?

Another notable thing is that there's a heavy scent of other in the air along with these humans. Specifically from solders dressed in pristine white uniforms, wearing black badges that look like a wreath of thorns. They are a noted military force, and while they may look as human as everyone else, they are most certainly not.

The dome to the east has an unbearable sense of wrongness about it. Blood and meat and death, and it only gets worse nearer the center of the dome. As the sun lowers, taking what little light is offered, dingy street lamps come on and there's a notable influx white clad soldiers, bringing that scent of other which just adds to the wrongness of the place.

There's a heavy, grinding metal sound which could only be the doors between the domes closing, and people scurry to get where they need to be before they're trapped.

"Heeey, buddy! Gotta run, ya?" A young man calls in a loud whisper, peeking around a nearby corner that leads into a narrow alley way. This accent makes his voice sound almost melodic. "Gotta be gettin' home now, mon!"