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ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔯 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔢 ([personal profile] betenoir) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2025-12-21 11:35 pm

dans la force

WHO: Renoir & OTA
WHEN: December
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Meetings
WARNINGS: Spoilers (YT Link)





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Spoilers include the end of act II and involve act III


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[personal profile] artofrevenge 2025-12-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Though referred to as a city, Etraya feels larger than Edo or Kyoto. Without that title appended to it, Mizu would consider it perhaps a han. Away from the large straw statue and small arts and crafts set ups, the festival it feels like, Mizu sees the place in its more day to day. Important before she establishes a routine. She walks slowly, dressed still in her sixteenth century clothes, to take it all in.

It surprises her to see someone making art out on their own. Mizu first assesses the area for any of the self-propelled metal tools that set up the festival. Seeing nothing of the sort, it appears the man—an older, white man—draws of his own accord. It's charcoal in his hand, something simple, but Mizu knows better than to underestimate such simplicity. Calligraphers need little more than ink, brush, and paper to make a masterpiece. Not that she'd expect this man to be making a masterpiece. Or, she hopes not.

Mizu approaches, wary though she has reason to be of a white man of his age. He looks so much like Fowler, save for the color of his hair. Mizu asks, "Why draw here?"

The cafe doesn't strike her as something worth remembering.
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-12-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[weird how the emptiness of this bubbled city is almost relaxing compared to the lively fae realm; Knife's never been more consoled by empty streets before. they usually meant something dark had passed through, or the place was bracing for it...but they've been tensed up, coiled and hyper alert for more than a month; there's no more energy to do it. not right now.

the chill air is easier to bear with a fur coat. it's not perfect, but it beats feeling overly exposed to the wind. in Antigone's visage, she drags a canvas tote she's stuffed full to bursting of foodstuffs from the mart, intent on subsisting for countless days without having to resurface. the only sound is the drag of the material...until she can hear the nearby plunking of music.

irrational dread coils around her gut, but there's nothing for it to electrify in her, no adrenaline to make her jitter. it's all she can do to just keep scooting along, and in that scooting, the music grows closer, and she slows to a sluggish halt a couple meters from the musician.

she blinks dimly and then squints over, one ear cocked his way, the other back, processing. gears need a bit more grease to turn, but she doesn't feel a spike of alarm of the unfamiliar.

Don't I know this guy?]
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[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-12-22 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the rare time that Kirk is out not for food or errands for his scientific research. Instead, he's dressed in civilian clothes and simply enjoying the art. Through his red sunglasses, he looks at Renoir]

How so?

[A polite question and one without harsh judgement. He's simply curious]
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[personal profile] timefracture 2025-12-22 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
You know, if you ask, I would pose.

[Clara, head tilted as she turns to face the man who'd given her a ticket clear of the Fae world, flashes a warm smile. She's been hoping to run into him again, and it's a happy coincidence that she's happened to meander into the same cafe as he'd selected. She was a nightowl, and now that she was free of the restrictions of the fae, she had taken to exploring the strange city at all hours.

Spinning, she walks over and sticks out her hand.]


Clara Oswald. Nice to formally meet you without the need of a disguise.
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backrooms

[personal profile] loveandsin 2025-12-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ They've been away from Etraya for some time due to the mission. It was not long before the mission sent them to the fae world that Vincent helped move objects to the new museum and offered to assist with the work here under Clea's training and supervision. He's not a careless man, so he's suited to handling delicate things with respect. Much of his work includes moving any objects in or out of their displays per Clea's wishes, and when he's not doing that, he tries to keep things organized. Seeing as he likes art, this felt like a decent way to spend some of his time.

Being after hours, Vincent did not expect anyone other than Clea to be around, though it's possible she brought on some more help and did mention one other, who Vincent has yet to meet.

He wonders if the man digging through things is that person. Vincent is imperceptibly quiet as he approaches but keeps a careful distance behind the stranger. ]


Looking for something?
repaintress: by betenoir (Haughty)

Backrooms

[personal profile] repaintress 2025-12-22 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
My bowing to necessity is not an invitation to rifle through the museum like it's your unorganized drawer of woodworking tools.

[ Or to be so loud about it. Those pieces aren't on display for a reason.

Clive is gone, which has reinforced to Clea the ephemeral nature of this place. If she were to vanish and the Louvre to remain, the man in front of her and Harold are the only ones who could prevent the museum and its treasures from falling to ruin.

That does not mean his presence pleases her. She'd prefer he leave. ]
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[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-12-23 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Da Vinci was also a scientist. He was exploring many ways to understand the world, both literal and artistically. Given the limitations of his era, it’s impressive in that sense.

[Though then again, the scientist aspect of it is precisely why Kirk is politely disagreeing]
Edited 2025-12-23 23:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-12-24 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[...yeah, no, yeah, she knows this guy. his face, coupled with the voice...yeah.

Ren-NOIR-not-Reginald-Fuckshit. yes. got it.]


You, uh, survived all that crap, huh? [Must've been a good-ass glamour; I didn't see no wrinkles nowhere.]
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[personal profile] repaintress 2025-12-24 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I bow to necessity because people disappear without warning and the care of the pieces is more important than our feelings.

[ Nothing more. Clea would grant access to anyone with the appropriate knowledge - there is nothing special about the being in front of her in that respect, other than that he thinks such access means he does not have to display basic respect or politeness. ]

Your attempts to shame would be more effective if they weren't contradictory.

[ But what about her mother and her expressions aren't contradictory? ]
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-12-24 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Antigone squints, wondering if he's making fun of her. but then, it's not like she was scampering around letting everyone know she'd been having a terrible go of it.]

I mean. I didn't die, so. So I got that going for me. [one eye stays squinting as she cocks her head.] Starting to think that...that I'm the only one who almost got eaten. And I dunno what to do about that.
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[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-12-24 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kirk nods. He has a general idea of where Renoir is coming from, especially now that they've had a couple of extensive conversations about art]

Fair enough. There was much more focus on on the technical and real world accuracy as opposed to creativity.
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[personal profile] godsandbats 2025-12-25 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Kirk nods]

I'll admit my admiration for him is more of him being a Renaissance man who explored many topics, as opposed to him as just an artist.

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