Making heads or tails of it! (Sessha/Preston/Open)

[Sessha]

Sessha doesn't seem very fazed by it, almost as though she hadn't noticed the judgement. She was, however, furrowing her brow and staring up as if she was trying to see her own forehead.

Which she was.

She follows along Oni, bumping into some people as her eyes aren't focused on where she's going. She reaches up to touch her own forehead.

"What is on the head?"

[Preston Salabim]

They wouldn't go far before another man with a clipboard would approach them, taking note of the marks on their foreheads. He'd give them a small bow before marking something off on his clipboard.

"If you would both be so kind as to follow me."

And if they agreed he would start leading them through the city.

The City itself was bustling and full of life, shops lined the cobblestone streets, many of them offering glimpses of wonders rarely seen outside of Cabal. Crystals, reagents, and esoteric materials on offers. Hawkers advertising their wares such as a young girl's tear, the essence of a broken promise, and the last breath of a dying man. Glowing crystals were scattered through the streets and now and then the gleaming armor of battlemages could be seen as they patrolled the streets.

[Onides Une]

"I think it is like a stamp, when you go to a carnival or a night club they might stamp you to show you have been there or have paid and are welcome..?"

Oni would see the man that approached them next and would bow back in appreciation before following him.

Upon entering she too would welcome many sights and wondered how some of these essences were captured. Like she really tried to think of how this worked. Imagined a bird or a person waiting with a jar over a head man's last seconds and bottle it up. One of a few scenarios that sounded quite strange and made her imagination run wild.

[Sessha]

"Oh, oh. I see!"

Since she couldn't see it one way or another, Sessha would start looking around as they were escorted.

"Excuse? Why do one want the broken promise?" she'd ask their guide since he was likely a native. Or at least knew a thing or two about the place he was guiding them through.

She'd get only half distracted at the get-up of battle mages, always interested in what warriors of different places were like. They were...hm. Very fancy!

[Preston Salabim]

"Hmmm? Oh, it can be used as a spell component if you have the right formula."

[Onides Une]

Oni would let Sessha converse with their guide and keep her own tabs on what is about her. her tail twitched excitedly tho, a long overdue visit... really is too bad they hadn't planned to stay very long.

[Sessha]

"Is it for sad spell?"

Most of those ingredients didn't sound like happy things!

[Preston Salabim]

"Not always. The potency can vary depending on the strength of the promise broken. A lot of people use it to break things down to basic materials. Say turning old world scrap into ingots and usable metal."

[Onides Une]

"So it is the broken essence that might separate the bond something has." Oni would converse to gain a better understanding.

[Sessha]

"Ohhhh." she nods.

But doesn't actually understand any part of that.

[Preston Salabim]

"That can be one application of it, yes."

[Onides Une]

Her mind became a buzz she knew these people were more like Wizards but if she were to be honest she was thinking of it as if therr were numbers or charts attached. Thinking about the properties that might come through the flow of Qi to create certain outcomes and how they might be different from one moment to the next and a chain of how it would over all effect the world in different ways like waves and... Hm she started to be reminded of her conversation with Barker and his own theories. Of which she knew was not new knowledge but she started to see exactly how big he was talking about. As well as how small she might have sounded.

"So the research facility you are guiding us to... What should we expect and how are we expected to be when we enter?"

[Sessha]

Sessha would not.

"We wish to make a happy meeting!"

[Preston Salabim]

The man grimaced at both the question and the energy coming from the girls.

"I assume you know what a library is? Like that."

Quiet. Not bothering him. Silent, and not talking.

[Onides Une]

"Yes, a place I frequent." she looked at Sessha. "Seems we ought to be seen and not heard when we get to this place." she shrugged.