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revivalproject2019-10-03 01:19 pm
pileofspirits) wrote in revivalproject2019-10-03 01:19 pm
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WHO: Phalanx and You
WHERE: Literally anywhere
WHAT: Exploring and sewing and trying to remember
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: I'll add things if they come up!
→ things
Sitting somewhere around the fountain or the Hotel (they keep drifting to new places as the whim strikes them) is Phalanx and the little project they're working on. After several weeks spent in this world, their cloak of rags now has a few new pieces stitched and tied into the mess, with cloth now wrapping all the way down to their knuckles and bundled up around the lower half of their face like a cozy scarf. It's a small wonder how they're even able to work on the delicate craft settled in their lap, with the small window between the scarf layers and the hood of their cloak to peer out of, and how only the tips of their fingers are free from wrappings to work the needle and thread.
A first glance at their project shows what seems like nonsensical letters and design elements being embroidered onto a random scrap of cloth... but if you really get a good look at it, it's clear that the fabric probably came from one of the new ships (goodbye, someone's bed-sheet), the embroidery is actually meticulous cross-stitching, and the design itself is the word "THINGS" over and over, garbled up where their attention wandered or somehow got scrambled along the way, leading to the lines of letters trailing off in random directions, running into other letters, turning into pretty squares halfway through, etc.
Phalanx doesn't seem to notice the world around them as they're completely absorbed in playing with their beloved gift from the Agrii.
→ ships
Having already spent so much time exploring as much of the nooks and crannies of this city as they could manage, the appearance of the grounded ships was a gift all in itself. With childlike excitement, the spirits visit each new place to touch and learn and listen to.
They will be exploring every ship in random rounds at any time of day or night. Sneaking on-board and thoughtfully wandering from one end to the other, lying quietly in every bed, standing and looking at nothing in the galley, they eagerly experience the spaces like a ghost that doesn't realize it can be seen.
→ borrowing
When they're not stitching or sneaking through ships, Phalanx's wandering continues through the city as usual. They go wherever a human body can, squeezing into tight spaces and delving into dark places just as often as they seek out the fun, lively places where other people like to gather.
And while they're traveling, they tend to... just pick things up as they go. Usually they take little things that sparkle or click or make sounds when you crumple them up in your hand, but almost anything is fair game. They just wander by and things end up in their hands or tucked into the labyrinthine layers of their cloak and they don't seem to notice a problem with it. Their grubby little hands just sneak out and take things and it's just a thing that happens. It's not their fault that's how the world works.
(feel free to make up starters if you'd like! also feel free to friend or message me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
redpyre for anything. finally, please check out Phalanx's opt-in for ghost powers at the bottom of their permissions post in case those might come into play!)
WHERE: Literally anywhere
WHAT: Exploring and sewing and trying to remember
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: I'll add things if they come up!
→ things
Sitting somewhere around the fountain or the Hotel (they keep drifting to new places as the whim strikes them) is Phalanx and the little project they're working on. After several weeks spent in this world, their cloak of rags now has a few new pieces stitched and tied into the mess, with cloth now wrapping all the way down to their knuckles and bundled up around the lower half of their face like a cozy scarf. It's a small wonder how they're even able to work on the delicate craft settled in their lap, with the small window between the scarf layers and the hood of their cloak to peer out of, and how only the tips of their fingers are free from wrappings to work the needle and thread.
A first glance at their project shows what seems like nonsensical letters and design elements being embroidered onto a random scrap of cloth... but if you really get a good look at it, it's clear that the fabric probably came from one of the new ships (goodbye, someone's bed-sheet), the embroidery is actually meticulous cross-stitching, and the design itself is the word "THINGS" over and over, garbled up where their attention wandered or somehow got scrambled along the way, leading to the lines of letters trailing off in random directions, running into other letters, turning into pretty squares halfway through, etc.
Phalanx doesn't seem to notice the world around them as they're completely absorbed in playing with their beloved gift from the Agrii.
→ ships
Having already spent so much time exploring as much of the nooks and crannies of this city as they could manage, the appearance of the grounded ships was a gift all in itself. With childlike excitement, the spirits visit each new place to touch and learn and listen to.
They will be exploring every ship in random rounds at any time of day or night. Sneaking on-board and thoughtfully wandering from one end to the other, lying quietly in every bed, standing and looking at nothing in the galley, they eagerly experience the spaces like a ghost that doesn't realize it can be seen.
→ borrowing
When they're not stitching or sneaking through ships, Phalanx's wandering continues through the city as usual. They go wherever a human body can, squeezing into tight spaces and delving into dark places just as often as they seek out the fun, lively places where other people like to gather.
And while they're traveling, they tend to... just pick things up as they go. Usually they take little things that sparkle or click or make sounds when you crumple them up in your hand, but almost anything is fair game. They just wander by and things end up in their hands or tucked into the labyrinthine layers of their cloak and they don't seem to notice a problem with it. Their grubby little hands just sneak out and take things and it's just a thing that happens. It's not their fault that's how the world works.
(feel free to make up starters if you'd like! also feel free to friend or message me at
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They lift the hem of their cloak to look down at their own feet anyway, just in case.
...Yep, still dirty and bare, just like they'd left them.
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They're pretty much wearing through already. Which is a serious problem. But what is he supposed to do about it? Can't just buy a replacement pair.
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"Feet are... durable but not more than shoes maybe. But they don't wear down. Wear out. Wear shoes..."
An apologetic look crosses their face. They know they're not making much sense here.
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His feet dip back into the water again and Tommy starts kicking, at super-human speeds. His feet are a blur only really visible because of all of the water he's kicking up. Like, motorboats wish they got his speed.
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"Like an engine! Or wings? Bug wings..."
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There is only so much he can do to make things last long enough for him.