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agentlelog2019-03-07 09:47 pm
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[ mission 01. 🔥 open. ]
Who: Daylight and You!
When: Through March 07 and the rest of the month of March.
Where: Around the city. Will be noted in the prompts below.
What: Daylight being a busy bee throughout the month. The results of said busy beeing may vary. (An influence job log the Loren's Lament, A Somber Affair, Dark Knights jobs. Plus a special assignment.)
Warnings: Possible depictions of violence.
PROMPT I.
[ though daylight had moved out of the queen's residence, he sometimes likes to stop by and see what's going on. mostly because some of the folks he likes still lived here and it was a guaranteed place for him to find them if he's unsure of their current location.
it didn't hurt that majority of the residence was largely available to the public and folks were encouraged to drop by and see others. in the wake of learning that someone in the residence needed help with some paperwork, daylight thought maybe he could help out. maybe all that training under dialup through data management can finally come into use.
but, after remembering how everyone reacted to him when he first entered the dining hall, daylight made it a point to travel to the residence in his avaform in order to avoid arousing interest/suspicion/threats/etc from others. can never be too careful.
he makes a turn around a hallway when he accidentally smacks into someone. he stumbles back, letting out a little 'whoa!' in surprise as his avaform ripples and digitizes for a second, trying to keep its form together before he snaps back into proper appearance of a charming young man with dark hair and darker eyes. ]
Oh! Hey! Sorry to bump into you like that. I was kind of distracted there. [ daylight smiles and can only hope to the venerated thirteen that it is a proper smile and not, like a grimace or something.
and before it can be asked: anyone who has spoken with daylight can tell that this is him due to his voice. yes. daylight. the giant robot who happens to come in the obvious red-and-gold paintjob. that daylight. ]
[ ooc; for the lorem's lament job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT II.
[ the old town bazaar has been through a lot in the last two months and even daylight can tell when he makes his way through it. there were some buildings still showed signs of damage from fires and riots. there was graffiti here and there, calling for this or that to be stopped at all costs. there were people now suspicious of everything and everyone around them.
especially if one of those 'everyone' happens to be a plus ten feet tall mechanoid.
daylight does his best to keep his helm held high when he passes by folks who stare at him. long as he minds his business and they mind their business, they can get through the day without any problems for anyone and oh hey. is that a lady on the ground ahead of him? though her back is turned to him, daylight can hear her sniffles and her breathless self-encouragement about no one forgetting her mother.
that plucks at daylight's core easily enough and he trots over to her side, not really thinking about the consequences yet. ]
Hey... Hey, miss, I heard you and, um, do you need any hel-
[ the curious woman turns to his voice and, upon seeing him, screams.
a flinching daylight reels back, optics wide and blooming light. he tries (and fails) to keep the girl calm, waving his servos back and forth desperately to try and get her to stop screaming (and now sobbing) at the top of her lungs. ]
Oh no! [ oh no! ] Oh no! Please! Let me explain, miss! I only want to help you out...!
[ it doesn't look like she's hearing him out. she falls to her knees, hands covering her face as she huddles protectively next to the plant she was digging at seconds ago, letting all her emotions out there in broad daylight.
it looks like the stress of losing her mother and the other events that have occurred has caused the young lady to finally tip over at the slightest provocation. and, unfortunately for him, it seems that daylight is that slight provocation.
daylight stands there like a deer caught in headlights, servos hovering over her form since he both wants to pat and rub her back and pull away and leave her be. hopefully someone can help. otherwise some of the more twitchy looking blood may decide to take matters into their own hands. ]
[ ooc; for the a somber affair job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT III.
[ there were a lot of folks from the river north were disappearing during the night and it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together when you consider the bodies that are found the next morning.
daylight, upon hearing these troubling events, has taken it upon himself to become an escort of sorts for those who needed to go back to and from the river north during the events for a week straight. it's not much but at least the thugs are less likely to bother someone when they have their own giant friend keeping watch over them.
it just so happens to be a night he's escorting two young men back out of the area when he sees someone in the distance.
immediately daylight is alert and aware of his surroundings. he hides the two men behind him, his winglets flaring out in a subconscious attempt to make himself look big as possible. best to make the first move and make them know he sees them before they see him- ]
Hey! Buddy! You shouldn't be out alone at this hour, buddy! Do you need me to escort you?
[ ooc; for the dark nights job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT IV.
[ after trying to help out with the spree of murders and assaults happening at the the river north, daylight finds himself being more welcomed in this part of draega. of course there will always be people who still gawk and stare and avoid his optics when he tries to catch his eyes but no one actively tells him to go away. that's nice. that's an improvement.
certainly makes shopping easier here. he's here on a special assignment, trawling through the booths and vendors in search of... something.
so focused he is on the task that he finds himself bumping into someone and bumping into them hard. while he may be able to keep his balance and not fall flat on the ground, there's a chance the poor soul isn't as lucky and, quick as he can, daylight tries to rush to their aid and apologise. even if they didn't fall or not because oh wow this is embarrassing.
what a way to almost end the month: bumping into someone. didn't he already do this at the almost beginning too...? ]
Oh wow! Sorry! I'm so sorry! [ daylight's winglets flutter, revealing how flustered he is by these turn of events. ] I didn't mean to hit you! I swear! Are you okay?
[ ooc; for the special assignment of daylight! open to one to two people only. ]
PROMPT WILDCARD.
[ ooc; want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]
When: Through March 07 and the rest of the month of March.
Where: Around the city. Will be noted in the prompts below.
What: Daylight being a busy bee throughout the month. The results of said busy beeing may vary. (An influence job log the Loren's Lament, A Somber Affair, Dark Knights jobs. Plus a special assignment.)
Warnings: Possible depictions of violence.
PROMPT I.
[ though daylight had moved out of the queen's residence, he sometimes likes to stop by and see what's going on. mostly because some of the folks he likes still lived here and it was a guaranteed place for him to find them if he's unsure of their current location.
it didn't hurt that majority of the residence was largely available to the public and folks were encouraged to drop by and see others. in the wake of learning that someone in the residence needed help with some paperwork, daylight thought maybe he could help out. maybe all that training under dialup through data management can finally come into use.
but, after remembering how everyone reacted to him when he first entered the dining hall, daylight made it a point to travel to the residence in his avaform in order to avoid arousing interest/suspicion/threats/etc from others. can never be too careful.
he makes a turn around a hallway when he accidentally smacks into someone. he stumbles back, letting out a little 'whoa!' in surprise as his avaform ripples and digitizes for a second, trying to keep its form together before he snaps back into proper appearance of a charming young man with dark hair and darker eyes. ]
Oh! Hey! Sorry to bump into you like that. I was kind of distracted there. [ daylight smiles and can only hope to the venerated thirteen that it is a proper smile and not, like a grimace or something.
and before it can be asked: anyone who has spoken with daylight can tell that this is him due to his voice. yes. daylight. the giant robot who happens to come in the obvious red-and-gold paintjob. that daylight. ]
[ ooc; for the lorem's lament job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT II.
[ the old town bazaar has been through a lot in the last two months and even daylight can tell when he makes his way through it. there were some buildings still showed signs of damage from fires and riots. there was graffiti here and there, calling for this or that to be stopped at all costs. there were people now suspicious of everything and everyone around them.
especially if one of those 'everyone' happens to be a plus ten feet tall mechanoid.
daylight does his best to keep his helm held high when he passes by folks who stare at him. long as he minds his business and they mind their business, they can get through the day without any problems for anyone and oh hey. is that a lady on the ground ahead of him? though her back is turned to him, daylight can hear her sniffles and her breathless self-encouragement about no one forgetting her mother.
that plucks at daylight's core easily enough and he trots over to her side, not really thinking about the consequences yet. ]
Hey... Hey, miss, I heard you and, um, do you need any hel-
[ the curious woman turns to his voice and, upon seeing him, screams.
a flinching daylight reels back, optics wide and blooming light. he tries (and fails) to keep the girl calm, waving his servos back and forth desperately to try and get her to stop screaming (and now sobbing) at the top of her lungs. ]
Oh no! [ oh no! ] Oh no! Please! Let me explain, miss! I only want to help you out...!
[ it doesn't look like she's hearing him out. she falls to her knees, hands covering her face as she huddles protectively next to the plant she was digging at seconds ago, letting all her emotions out there in broad daylight.
it looks like the stress of losing her mother and the other events that have occurred has caused the young lady to finally tip over at the slightest provocation. and, unfortunately for him, it seems that daylight is that slight provocation.
daylight stands there like a deer caught in headlights, servos hovering over her form since he both wants to pat and rub her back and pull away and leave her be. hopefully someone can help. otherwise some of the more twitchy looking blood may decide to take matters into their own hands. ]
[ ooc; for the a somber affair job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT III.
[ there were a lot of folks from the river north were disappearing during the night and it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together when you consider the bodies that are found the next morning.
daylight, upon hearing these troubling events, has taken it upon himself to become an escort of sorts for those who needed to go back to and from the river north during the events for a week straight. it's not much but at least the thugs are less likely to bother someone when they have their own giant friend keeping watch over them.
it just so happens to be a night he's escorting two young men back out of the area when he sees someone in the distance.
immediately daylight is alert and aware of his surroundings. he hides the two men behind him, his winglets flaring out in a subconscious attempt to make himself look big as possible. best to make the first move and make them know he sees them before they see him- ]
Hey! Buddy! You shouldn't be out alone at this hour, buddy! Do you need me to escort you?
[ ooc; for the dark nights job! open to everyone. ]
PROMPT IV.
[ after trying to help out with the spree of murders and assaults happening at the the river north, daylight finds himself being more welcomed in this part of draega. of course there will always be people who still gawk and stare and avoid his optics when he tries to catch his eyes but no one actively tells him to go away. that's nice. that's an improvement.
certainly makes shopping easier here. he's here on a special assignment, trawling through the booths and vendors in search of... something.
so focused he is on the task that he finds himself bumping into someone and bumping into them hard. while he may be able to keep his balance and not fall flat on the ground, there's a chance the poor soul isn't as lucky and, quick as he can, daylight tries to rush to their aid and apologise. even if they didn't fall or not because oh wow this is embarrassing.
what a way to almost end the month: bumping into someone. didn't he already do this at the almost beginning too...? ]
Oh wow! Sorry! I'm so sorry! [ daylight's winglets flutter, revealing how flustered he is by these turn of events. ] I didn't mean to hit you! I swear! Are you okay?
[ ooc; for the special assignment of daylight! open to one to two people only. ]
PROMPT WILDCARD.
[ ooc; want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]
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so when rhus makes his observations and asks him the important question of whether or not he can afford what he needs, daylight puffs out his chassis and his winglets wiggle in a clear display of pride. ]
I've been saving up, yeah! It helps that Guilds are willing to give me lodgings and stuff, so I don't have to worry about too many, um, finance worries.
Plus- I think the merchants here will be willing to give me a discount or give me a chance to haggle. [ since helping them in the past, they've been pretty nice to him. kind of. they don't stare at him with suspicion anymore. ] So- Ready to go? The sunlight's burning as we speak!
no subject
Aye, fine. From experience the brighter and earlier in the day, the less surly merchants tend to be. [Though it also tends to depend on location, Rhus supposes. Ishgardian merchants preferred to be quick about their business, given how painfully cold their city could be, and Ul'dahn ones tended to sit on the ground without a care in the world and let their customers come to them.]
Lead the way.