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Remiel Calcifet

not so circhester [vm]

POSTED ON Mar 24, 2020 7:44:21 GMT

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The Knight's Bath.

After some time grinding for rare spawns and the loot they offered, Remiel had finally given in to the notion that some time could be spared exploring other experiences this virtual reality had to offer. If it had been anyone else but Isra attempting to convince him, it might not have worked. But here he was: intrigued by the possible real-world historical references to the Hero's Bath in Circhester, a place he had frequented often.

As he emerged form the 'changing room', however, Remiel was almost unrecognizable. Without his armor shielding his avatar's physical attributes from view anymore, Isra was free to gaze upon... well, a man who didn't look all that much different from him in the real world, actually. He shared the same color of eyes with the avatar. The black hair was messy and his body type was more or less the same; albeit a bit more muscular here.

His face remained indifferent as he sauntered towards the hot spring Isra was already occupying herself. Though it certainly looked far more capable of cheer in this digital world. The warm touch of his bare feet against the wet stone-floor felt... very real. He slowed his approach as he gazed around at the carvings on the stone walls and analyzed the architecture of the building, drawing quick comparisons and notes in his mind. If he was any least bit bashful about presenting himself almost entirely naked in this foreign body, then he certainly wasn't showing it.

"It would seem that they've certainly taken some inspiration from the Galarian history..." He says, stopping in his tracks only seconds before reaching the hot spring. It seems he cares more for the carvings than he does soaking his avatar's body in the warm water. Eventually, however, he returns his gaze to Isra.

"... How's the water?"

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Mar 24, 2020 8:45:17 GMT

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She'd been insistent, her interest in seeing more than just the battles having been born from her own lack of world experience. There was much she knew of, had seen pictures of, might even recognize from a book or article she'd read once upon a time but very little she'd had the opportunity to see. Even if this world wasn't real it was still an experience she'd never had the chance to have. Might never have still.

That's why she beats him to the water, she's too excited to take nearly as long as she could have. She's leaning against the edge of the spring, slipping bellow the water's surface until it's nearly up to her nose and musing at the calm warmth. It reminds her of the past summer's onsen from the beach festival. She prefers her current company much better to then though.

Her eyes are focused on her toes bellow the water when he enters. She wiggles them at the sound of his voice. Everything seems ever so slightly different but she's quite certain it's his. "Pleasant." she states plainly. Straightening and leaning back against the water's edge until she lean her head back over it, looking up at him from little spot.

"You're taking forever though." she teases him, seeing him from an upside down view at first, grinning. He's somehow managed to not stray too far from himself and it amuses her more than anything. "Not bad." but she can't help but think on the real him just a little bit, the feint memories of him that still linger in her skin. Messy black hair between her fingers, stormy grey eyes on her as much as his hands- oddly welcoming.

She seeks a distraction from her thoughts. "What's the one in Galar like?" it's just as interesting a thing anyway, after all, she's never been.

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Remiel Calcifet

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POSTED ON Mar 25, 2020 6:51:22 GMT

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She compliments his avatar, and he takes a moment to regard it himself. It wasn't exactly a custom creation of his own, after all. It was a recreation from various different sources: historical data, paintings, and even the very remains of the man who had been Desolas Calcifet. Regardless, he'd feel rude not to acknowledge her comment. "Thank you," He answers, drawing closer to the steaming spring she soaked herself in. "You've done well choosing yours as well. Though I do prefer the real thing... as I'm sure you've guessed."

Reaching the steps descending into the natural hot spring, the royal slowly submerges his first foot. And, rather than wince at the hot sting, he focuses on enduring it with his the same stony-faced expression he's had always. The endeavor proves easier and easier as the seconds pass. He can finally focus on an answer to her question as he continues his descent into the spring. "Far livelier. And, oddly enough, with less... detail."

The water finally reaches the top of his torso as he gently wades through. Placing himself close beside Isra, he folds his arms across the edge of the spring and relaxes. "Time is unforgiving... it weathers away all artistry as it marches on... but here, it has no effect. At least, not as immediate or obvious." He adds, his blue-grey eyes gazing at the carvings on the stone walls. The moonlight from the open ceiling above shines down across his wet back, in the meantime.

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Mar 25, 2020 7:27:31 GMT

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His compliment stretches further than her's and it makes her grin, watching him from where her head rests against the side of the spring. The golden eyes of her avatar never quite seem to leave him as walks towards the water's edge. There's no denying by the look on her face, she's pleased. It crosses her mind to say something back but she bites her tongue instead.

By the time he reaches the edge, lingering near her she's raised her head from the side of the bath and sinks beneath the water's surface again. Despite her hatred for hot weather, the gross humidity, she finds a certain solace in the warmth of a bath. Virtual or otherwise, it's soothing. "Hmm... I see." she wiggles her toes again beneath the water.

"Does the detail here at least... seem correct?" accuracy is important, she can't hold much to merit if there isn't at least some and she thinks she would not mind if there was. It gives a frame of reference for her mind, albeit an oddly placed one. Her face nears the surface, eyes glancing at his figure on the edge of the bath, the light on his back. "Is it busy, or even open, at night as well?"

Isra doubts she'll ever make it as far as Galar, such things had never been in the cards for her, but she likes to think it may happen one day. Maybe. Not likely.

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Remiel Calcifet

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POSTED ON Mar 28, 2020 5:27:52 GMT

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"It doesn't contain a trace of factual real world history," Remiel answers, sparing a moment to distract himself from the hot sting of the water as he glances back at the carvings on the stone walls. Yes, there were certain elements to the art depicted there that bore a striking resemblance to the real world Hero's Bath in Circhester. But upon closer inspection it was clear this was nothing more than a recreation for another purpise. "They've changed it to depict what I believe is in-game lore." He adds, turning back to the female.

She asks another question about the bathhouse in Circhester and he shakes his head, afterward laying it sideways upon the bare and muscled arms he has folded over the edge of the hot spring. "It's closed to the public during night. Well... barring those who have gained the governor's trust and approval."

He settles in as his body soaks in the heat, closing his eyes as he feels stinging pain mellow out into soft pleasure.

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Isra Nightingale

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POSTED ON Mar 28, 2020 5:57:25 GMT

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Isra stares out over the water in the direction opposing him, keeping her mind from wondering too much by focusing the walls across from them. It makes it easier to listen to his voice instead, focusing on the sound of it in game as much as she has outside of it when they meet. "I suppose that would make sense." base it on the real world but substitute in what their own story looks to tell. Though she's not well versed in how often such things occur she can see the merit in the activity.

His movement to look at her gains her attention, pulling her back to him and catching his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head and answers her. "I expected as much." rarely is the answer anything less. One of many things she was told to get used to as a child, to accept as part of being what she was. She wasn't a part of the same world as she the others, should would never have the same privileges they do.

Isra shifts a little closer to him, seeing to curl in on herself bellow the water's surface as she does. Leaning in until she nearly lays her head on his shoulder before she whispers "Have you ever been to it at night?" sounded almost more like an inquisitive child than anything else. Also like the idea that if he has then perhaps that means one day she might too.

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