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Title    = A Happy Coincidence
 
Title    = A Happy Coincidence
 
|Summary = Liyara begins the next phase in her study of adjacent dimensions, but is interrupted by a "helpful" new friend.
 
|Summary = Liyara begins the next phase in her study of adjacent dimensions, but is interrupted by a "helpful" new friend.
|Who    = [[Vash Koboyashi]], [[Liyara]]
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|Who    = [[Vash Kobayashi]], [[Liyara]]
 
|Date    = October 25th, 2019
 
|Date    = October 25th, 2019
 
|Where  = Red Light District
 
|Where  = Red Light District

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A Happy Coincidence

Summary: Liyara begins the next phase in her study of adjacent dimensions, but is interrupted by a "helpful" new friend.



Who: Vash Kobayashi, Liyara
When: October 25th, 2019
Where: Red Light District


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The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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There isn't really much that counts as unusual in the city of Mabase. Much like the Twisted Street, chaos reigns. But the pockets of stability haven't seen a great deal of chaotic activity since the collapse. A sort of quiet has settled over the city after the storm; for residents it was like a dramatic build up with no real payoff. Everything is basically fine. Very few people are on fire.

But at the Devil May Cry, there is at least one unusual thing happening. A bronze-horned dragon woman is quietly searing a magical circle into the door of the establishment. Liyara had just exited after persuading Tabitha to show her how to use the internet. Which took a lot longer to learn than the dragon had expected, but certainly paid off. She'll have to create some sort of arcane conduit to that network. The idea of getting some sort of smartphone or portable computer doesn't even occur to her. How ridiculous. That's for mortals. She's not part of the rabble.

And so once she's finished here, she'll be looking into that. But right now, the dragon woman is up to something rather less greedy and self-satisfying. She's inventing a camera.


Generally speaking, most of the residents of Twisted try and avoid the Red light district as a whole. Be it from the fact that the response time from the MCPD is slower then the rest of Mabase, or maybe it's just the fact it's a lot more run down then everything else.

While the dragon woman may be busy searing a magical circle within the door of the Devil May Cry, not to far away a loud commotion is already causing a fair bit of chaos. The doors to Happy's Eight Treasures are flung violently open as a small imp-like being dashes out of the building, handfuls of the provacitive clothing clutched tightly within it's tiny hands.

Yet, as the imp-like creature makes it's getaway, a young man clad in orange is tossed out the doors as well, landing in a pile of debris as four extremely well built and tall men dressed in black file out the door.

"Don't ever let any of us catch 'ya in this place again! Couldn'cha read da signs!? That little creep ain't allowed in here, and youse da one who let him in! Youse're banned, 'ya hear?!"


As it turns out, Liyara is pretty hard to distract when she's sigil-making. And so the commotion barely more than across the street goes unnoticed for a time. It's not a time consuming process, sigil-making. At least, not for Liyara. For a human? Oh, this particular circle would probably take days. She's cobbling together several effects into one ritual and converting them all to run on her blood. So it's fair that it takes her a solid minute to finish. Actually it's horrendously unfair. But being old and entirely-too-smart has its benefits. Like not making mistakes on magic circles. Ever.

"Hmm. I think it's missing something." Liyara stands back from the door, looking it over. She's missing something with this particular setup. What could it be? As she tries to think, her pointed ears twitch a bit, and she glances over in the direction of someone being ejected from a business. Someone and their pet imp? ... Warlocks. They're always up to no good. Probably the only thing she likes about them, really.

The dragon woman turns her attention back to the door. "...Hmm." Yes, she's studying her own handiwork like it's the word of gods. It's not vanity, though she's not lacking in that area.

"...Nope. It's not going to work like this." ... Okay lady.


"I didn't let him in on purpose! You have to believe me!"

The man in orange starts to complain, but the four goons ignore him and move back inside the building, happily closing the doors behind them. Vash sighs heavily as he starts to dust himself off, glancing around him to see if anyone managed to see this act. It COULD prove to be rather embarassing to him if someone did.

Then, that's when he sees her.

She's not quite a ten, but she is for sure a high eight, maybe even a nine! She's just standing there, not even paying attention to his sudden moment of shame. It's okay. He can salvage this.

In the blink of an eye, the blonde man in orange is gone, only to be leaning against the doorway Liyara seems to be burning her magical circle into. "Well, hello there beautiful."


"Yes, I am rather beautiful, aren't I?" Liyara muses in response to the spoken words, before she blinks and realizes there is a man standing there suddenly. "Oh. I didn't notice you there." She seems to have that problem a lot. Maybe she's just not very observant?

Whatever the reason, Liyara notices the man now. She gives him a slow look over, her green eyes' vertical pupils dilating just a bit. He looks human enough. Probably good for conversation, and maybe fighting. Humans tend to excel at both of those. "...Are you aware that you're in my way? Or is it just..." Don't say bad luck. Don't say foul fortune. "... a happy coincidence?" ... Humans are dumb. They might buy that.


Once the woman tells Vash he's in her way, he grins slightly, only to wince slightly when she asks if its a 'Happy' coincidence he's there now. Yep. She noticed. Of course, he can't let something like that stop him. He's got her attention now.

"Nah, it's no coincidence. I saw a beautiful woman and just had to come over and get a better look. I'd have to say you're in the top ten for sure."

Obviously, Vash's attempts at stroking the ego of Liyara would cause a regular woman to have slap him. But like other blonde haired idiots, he just doesn't quite learn his lesson.

"But you should be careful. You don't want to get the cops called on you for burning circles into a door. Some people might frown on that."


If Vash is used to women reacting poorly to ogling and gushing, he's going to have to adjust his expectations around Liyara. The winged woman's lips curve upward in a confident smile, and she puts a hand on her hip. "I don't think I'm going to award you any points for stating the obvious. But I appreciate the flattery." Yeah, she's not vain *at all*.

Once it's clear that Vash isn't going to be leaving her to her own devices, Liyara rolls her brilliant green eyes and gives a melodramatic sigh. "The burdens of being alluring. Very well, I shall be careful if you shall stand..." She gestures at Vash, and then gestures just a bit to his right. "About... three feet that way. I wouldn't want you lit on fire when I finish this." She pauses for a moment, and then her eyes lid as she smirks.

"I'm pretty sure people frown on that, too."


"Well, it wouldn't be the first time a pretty face has burned me."

Though, Vash does in fact move a couple feet over. He manages to casually glance around his surroundings, trying to keep an eye out for the Dragon Woman just in case someone does actually call the police over her antics. It wouldn't be the first time he did something dumb like this. It certainly won't be the last.

"So what exactly is it you're doing?"


That actually solicits a small laugh from Liyara. Her laughter is musical, and even the briefest staccato is like the fresh air after a rain. It must be practiced; laughter doesn't usually come in the 'uplifting and refreshing' variety. "Clever." Don't say 'for a human'. Never say that. They don't like it.

"If you must know, I'm attempting to make a brief visual record of the planes running adjacent to this one." The thick bronze tail swishes back and forth on the ground idly as she speaks. "And I'm doing it from outside, because I hear the owner of the place has a ... reputation... with certain types of women."

Despite how it sounds, Liyara isn't actually averse to womanizers. It probably helps that she doesn't really think of mortals in that way. They're like... dangerous pets. Dangerous pets that talk and provide occasional insights. So *better* than pets, really. But peers? No, they're not that. Even the elves are beneath her in the same way that she is beneath the eldest of the great wyrms. Although that comparison doesn't really sit well with her, since she's intellectually already almost on their level. It's not a perfect analogy. That's going to bother her, now.

But not as much as it would bother her if she found a world where Dante was home, and he came out and started a fight. That's the last thing she needs right now.


"...So you're trying to take a picture?"

The blonde man idly strokes his chin, only to reach down into the right pocket of his pants. Eventually the hand returns with a small round silver object. There's an obvious lens on the object, yet everything else of it screams that it shouldn't be possible.

He runs his thumb across the top of the object, which causes it to expand slightly and start floating in the air on its own. "It'd just be easier to use a camera. Unless you're talking about other physical planes. Then I'm not quite sure what you're doing would work. The laws of reality and the universe as a whole aren't quite the same here. I mean, the shifting nature of Twisted itself would most certainly ruin the effect you're going after. You'd have to have an innate understanding of how each one of the planes functions, while taking into account the subtle changes between each one due to the nature of Chaos. While taking into account that due to the nature of Chaos those changes could also be violent and completely cause one of the planes to be destroyed entirely... Which would force your ritual to fail as the intended target would no longer be there."

Wait, what?

Did the blonde man just outright describe what she's doing, while explaining just how it could fail?

And whose to say blondes are dumb.


Now that Vash has moved, Liyara studies her own circle for a while longer. It has the interdimensional hop, skip, and a jump built right in there at the center, and an arcane sensor integrated into the outer circles, along with a timer to break itself down and return here for collection. She's missing something, but she's not quite sure what. Surely that's everything she could need. It's not like she needs it to hold open a portal or anything like that.

She responds to him without really processing his words right away, a bad habit of hers. "Yes, I've noticed that while weave-magic seems mostly stable in the Usual, it grows more chaotic and unreliable the further away you get." Her tail swishes while she thinks. Something's just not right. It even has the blood-to-weave conversion circuit that she created herself. It should all be there.

"But I ran a few tests." Thousand. A few thousand. "...And extrapolated the range of variance as a function of distance. Then I eliminated data samples from unstable universes, and cross referenced the few records I could find of prior portals with the map of Mabase I created a few nights ago." ... She mapped the city? Not a small task.

After she trails off for a moment, Liyara blinks once, then twice, then looks at Vash with deeper scrutiny. "...I mean. If that's what I was doing." Yup, running her mouth again. But he surprised her. It happens. "...What was your name again?" Isn't it customary to offer your own, first?


"I think that's your problem. You accounted for instability, but you didn't actually account for the unreliability."

Vash reaches into his gi, and pulls out a small tablet. Holding the device with his right hand, his left hand starts to tap across the screen rapidly.

He actually ignores Liyara for a few minutes, as he continues to tap away on the pad. A slight frown appears on his face, only to grow into a frusturated scowl. Eventually, he sighs, and turns to show the screen itself to the woman.

"Unless you're actually going to account for the degredation of any signal and the fluctuation.. Which seems to be at around minus fourteen.. you're most likely going to fail each time."

Vash then places the tablet into the woman's hand, and leans closer to stare at the sigil that Liyara has burned into the door so far. The silver sphere hovers behind him, a thin light suddenly appearing and scanning the sigil. He then moves back and takes the tablet back, allowing the data to compile itself. Of course, he understands none of it, especially since this language is one that has no basis in anything from his world.

Finally however, he suddenly realizes that the woman is requesting his name. "Sorry. My name's Vash. Vash Kobayashi."


"Of course, this is all still guesswork. I could only really examine the first forty thousand sets of dimensional overlay data before the mapping ritual ended." Oh, is that all? Well, there's nothing shameful about starting with the small numbers. "...But this place had by far the lowest amount of side planes directly overlapping it. So it seemed like the best place to start; less likely to explode." Dramatically less likely! But not entirely certain. Well, she's played with such odds multiple times this week. She seems unconcerned.

When Vash explains his theory, Liyara looks thoughtful. That's not really something she accounted for, because she eliminated all but the stable planes from her plans. She supposes she could perform some additional calculations...

Liyara's eyes glass over, and her head turns back and forth ever-so-slightly, as if she was reading a book that doesn't exist anywhere in front of her. This combined with Vash standing there looking at his pad causes the two of them to make an odd duo, both silently staring downward for no good reason. When Liyara's eyes come back into focus, she shakes her head, like she's trying to clear out the cobwebs. She glances at the screen that Vash shows her, and then takes it when she's handed it, but doesn't do anything with it. "...Ah. I'm Liyara. Just Liyara. And that sounded like a lot of work." What, accounting for the unreliable nature of Twisted and Mabase themselves? Yeah, it would be. "...But it didn't actually take that long." ... Come again?


"Then again, it still could not work because it just won't. Devi did say that Twisted is just Twisted.." Vash places the tablet back inside his gi, smiling now at Liyara. It's not often that he actually gets to show off like this, so he is rather enjoying the fact that he managed to do just that.

"Though, Miss Liyara I do have to ask. Why are you even trying to do something like this?"

While a lot of people may be distracted by the fact Liyara has wings and a tail.. To Vash? This really isn't the strangest thing he's ever seen.


Liyara taps the side of her temple with an index finger as she looks at Vash. With her eyes lidded, and her lips curled in a smug smile, she actually looks quite appealing. If you're into the horns, wings, tail, and pronounced incisors look, anyway. "Well, all these poor displaced souls that found themselves here with no portal home..." She affects sympathy in her voice, but she looks very satisfied with herself, not sympathetic. "...Someone has to help them find their way back. And this is just how I'm beginning." That's not /strictly/ why; altruism is only the barest sliver of her motivation for unlocking the secrets of jaunting in and out of Twisted. Though it is at least *one* of her motivations.

"But you're right. Trying to guarantee an answer to so many shifting variables is not simple, and trying to codify that is the path to madness." And yet her smugness seems to be growing. "Your observation has given me an excellent idea."

Redundancy. Spells have never really needed redundancy where she comes from; they work the same every single time. And she's been calculating so many different variables to try and reverse-engineer the problem to make one solve, when she should have been creating contingent methods for the ritual to use. Just in case it's headed for a spectacular failure. That way, even if she does make a mistake, or several, the ritual can self-correct. It's obvious! She'd have thought of it on her own. Eventually. Probably. Now she just has to figure out an entirely new subset of ritual-crafting that's never been done before in Toril's history. That's all.

"You don't seem like a standard specimen of your species, if you don't mind my saying so." Well no, Liyara, noone ever minds you generalizing their entire race... "Much more..." She gestures at Vash's head. Don't say self-aware. Don't say functional. DEFINITELY don't say intelligent. "...informed." Well, that's not untrue or *entirely* insulting, somehow. Way to go Liyara!


"Well.. Uh.. I'm.. not a standard specimen of my species?"

Vash stares blankly at Liyara for a few moments, trying to absorb the meaning behind her words. Beyond the fact that from his own universe, he is the most powerful member of his species. Of course it wouldn't really do him well to actually say that.

He leans against the wall once more, watching Liyara a bit more closely. He's trying to figure this one out. He's ran across some really really strange beings before, and even some beautiful women who were extremely strange as well.

"Being informed isn't that hard, it's knowing how to use the information, I guess?"


Now that Liyara has to basically invent an entire school of magic to weave into her rituals, she's actually rather anxious to start practicing, but when mortals actually manage to help her significantly, the dragon woman has taken to rewarding them. It's important for them to associate helping her with pleasant outcomes. Plus, there is this tiny sliver of a strange feeling in the back of her mind sometimes. Is it... gratitude? It doesn't hurt to indulge it from time to time, whatever it is.

"Well those I've met from my world seldom bother even to try. I'm impressed." There's some mirth and playfulness in those green eyes, and some mischief as well. "Is there anything I can do for you? I /do/ appreciate the advice." She casually waves at the sigil she was burning into the door, and it drifts away, as if it was never there. No point in keeping it around if she's going to have to re-do the entire thing from scratch. And she is. When she's done here.


The moment the words leave Liyara's mouth, Vash is already positive of just what exactly he's going to ask. There isn't any hesitation as his lips suddenly curve, forming a wide grin upon his face.

"Well, perhaps you'd like to go on a date with me sometime. I mean, it isn't every day I get to meet a Dragon Woman, plus I did mean it when I said you were in the top ten for sure in regards to beauty."


"A... date." Liyara's smile doesn't waver, but inwardly, she sinks a little bit. Older than any living human, magical knowledge that could turn a life here into paradise and luxury with the proper application, and he wants... a date. A bit ridiculous if you ask her.

Does the ranch owner date his sheep? Of course not, it would be unethical. That's the way Liyara feels about her kind dating Vash's kind. It's just unfair and unequal on every level. On the other hand, it does have a certain appeal in that it cements her image as one of... the people. Shudder.

This all passes through Liyara's head in an instant, without her smile even trembling. She tucks her chin in then, trying to act at least a little demure. It doesn't really work. She's hot stuff, and it's obvious she knows it. "How..." Bestial. Barbaric. Backwards. "...Delightful!" Well, not for her. For him, maybe? Or maybe not, depending on his expectations.

"When and where?"



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